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“CAPTAIN,” THE girl with her hand in my hair calls.

She leans close, her low-cut v-neck giving me a beautiful view of her cleavage.

“Captain,” she drawls again, slower, her nails softly kneading my hair.

The title drips from her tongue like something said under dim lights and tangled sheets.

I hum in response.

Three girls circle me with their syrupy laughter, painted lips, and compliments that are like background music I’ve heard too many times ...