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I'm leaving, and I’m surprised when Cora envelopes me in a great big bear hug. “Oh baby girl, it’s been so wonderful to have you back. I can't tell you how much you've been missed all these years.”
    My stupid lip wobbles a little as I pull away from her. Fuck. I need to get my shit together something chronic. I don’t know how to deal with kindness. It’s freaking me out.
    I head straight for the bathroom. I need to take a minute to c alm down before I face Carla again. She’s going to end up throwing me out if I'm crying every time someone fucking hugs me. Jesus. Although something stops me just before I enter. It sounds like…groaning?
    Holding my breath, I listen. It’s the unmistakable sound of sex, and the girl is moaning like a porn star. Wow, that must be one fucking terrific pounding she’s getting. I think she’s yelled ‘Oh’ about twenty times already.
    Smiling to myself, I creep closer to the sound. I guess I just want to see who it is, so I can laugh at her the next time I see her. Seriously, who in real life actually moans like that?
    When I step around the corner, I find the answer to my question. Strippers named Monique - that’s who - while they suck the dicks of men like Cole.
    Christ that man is good looking. I have barely seen him since my first day here. He’s either been on runs, or attending to club business. The time I’ve had away from him, hasn’t made me any less attracted to him. Not seeing him all week has actually made me want him more. Damn him. Damn my body for wanting what I know I shouldn’t have.
    I should probably leave, but something makes me stay. I want him to see me here, and I want him to think that I don’t care (even though my clenching pussy says I do). 
    They’re leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway, so I do the same at the other end. I lean against the wall, fold my arms across my chest and blatantly watch.
    Monique’s head bounces back and forth, as she moans and hums around him, like his dick is the epicentre of her pleasure. Cole is just standing there, head back and eyes closed as he fists her hair and forces her to pump her mouth faster around him.
    He lets out a slight groan, reefing her head back so his (huge!) cock bounces out of her mouth. Grabbing it, he pumps it a few times with his hand and spurts his hot white cum all over her DD tits as she shrieks like it’s her who’s having the orgasm.
    I clap. I can’t help it. It was a great performance.
    “Fuck off,” he growls, pushing Monique, so she’s forced to scramble or fall on her arse. She stands, cum all over her chest, her lipstick smeared all over her face and her hair an absolute mess. “I said, f uck off. ”
    She looks from him to me, then narrows her eyes at me and takes off in the opposite direction.
    “I thought she worked nights,” I say, trying to keep my eyes on his. He still has his cock out. He's still holding it, and he’s still hard.
    “I guess she took the night off.” His eyes stay locked with mine, as we stare at each other a while. I’d be lying if I said my pussy wasn’t dripping right now, because it is. The hottest man I’ve ever seen outside a magazine is standing in front of me with his cock out.
    “Lucky you,” I comment, breaking our stare to glance down at his cock. It’s as if he didn’t realise it was still out. That he was still holding it, stroking it even, while he was looking at me. He pushes himself back inside his jeans and does up the zip as I continue. “Anyway, thanks for the show. It was fun. I might see you around some time.”
    With that said, I turn and walk back up the corridor as fast as I can, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed about my brazen behaviour. Just as I’m about to reach the door, he comes up behind me and grabs my arm.
    “It would have been more fun if it was with you,” he rumbles, sexily in my ear as he turns me, so I’m facing him. I try to step back, but all there is, is a door. He’s got me