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His big hands grab my waist, pulling me deeper into his lap for a kiss that ends
all kisses. It’s hungry and hot. For the first time in my life, I understand making out
in public. It’s not always for others’ amusement or annoyance. It’s for you, because
in that moment, you’re a selfish bitch in need -to hell with the feelings of others.
And, I’m in need. Lately, I’ve been trying to ween myself off Henri, only showing

up when I feel like I’m about to explode from need.
But, as I suck on his tongue, I realize I’ve fallen off the wagon; I’m back to day
one. I’ve gone from recreational Henri usage back to a full-blown junkie. Hell, I’m
halfway tempted to put myself out of my self-imposed Henri hiatus now. In the
club, on the couch, in front of God and everybody. Henri’s moan mirrors my
thoughts; his hardness twitches under my ass. We’re right on schedule.

“NO ONE wants to watch you two mate like animals. It’s disgusting.” Teo
whines.
Note: An ass-tastic ex is the best recipe for a mental cold shower. My body
refuses to be aroused when Teo is anywhere in my headspace. I can tell he also has
the same effect on Henri. Teo is arousal’s arch enemy, its nemesis; he’s anti-arousal.
The music floats back into my awareness, and the club and people reappear. I have
been dropped out of Henri Land back to earth.

I take a cursory glance around the VIP section, and Teo is wrong. The couples
are closer together, touching, their eyes are glazed with lust. I think Carla is right.
Our desperation for each other emits some sort of pheromone-laden mist that gets
everyone else worked up. Well, now that my job is done, I’m ready to leave. I just
need to make Henri horny enough to demand it.

First, a quick trip to the ladies’ room to check my appearance. I love that this
club has VIP bathrooms. I don’t have to wait in a line just to check my makeup.
The DJ is playing a dance mix, floating through snippets of different songs. I love
a good mix. I’m dancing my way back to Henri when the end of “Blow” by Beyoncé
comes on. This is it. If I do this right. We are outta here. Who has two thumbs and
love songs about oral sex? Well, a lot of people. Me included.
I’m dancing in front of him. He leans forward. His eyes are on my hips. I do
my best version of Beyoncé’s moves, running my fingers through my hair as I grind
the air. I turn my back to him and bend, looking at him through my legs for the
next part of the lyrics.