The dance floor was virtually empty as people sidled up to the bar and Presley was one of them. She watched the door nervously as Cruz placed their order.
“Presley, even if they come into the bar, they’re not going to try to f**k you out in the open.” Cruz started laughing.
“Cruz, her husband chased after us out of the restaurant to ask you which bar we were coming to dance at.”
“So?”
“You told him!” she pushed his chest frantically. “Why?”
“First, me and my two c***s, we could split her puny little husband in half, second, it’s kind of funny. We both know we’re not going to their villa with them. We both know I can keep us safe. Let them watch. If anything, it will make their s*x spicier when they get back to their place later and fantasize about us being with them. We’re doing commu
