Ryder

“Ouu… this place smells nice,” I muttered, letting the scent of cologne and alcohol drift into my nose. “Hmm, dim lights… how perfect.” I smirked. “Boys, come have some champagne. Tonight is ours.”

I crooked a finger at one of them. “Hey, you in the red pants. Come sit by my side. You look good.” My eyes trailed over him with slow satisfaction. “I like what I paid for.”

He walked toward me, swaying his hips, his half-hard cock pressing against the fabric of his ...