However, the night was getting late, and I was tired of punishing my throat with scotch. We…”
The look of pity she gave me was enough for me to piece together what she was trying to tell me. Porn “One more?”
I sighed but nodded, unenthusiastic about the idea of swallowing more alcohol but willing to play along. I appreciated what she was trying to do. “What kind of game.”
“I never,” Chloe replied. Her arms had the tone of someone who made working out a regular hobby, but still maintained a fair amount of her femininity. You’re blackmailing a woman to have sex with you. The clacking of gun parts interrupted the broadcast at random intervals. Our conversation felt akin to something I might have with one of my guy friends.
