“We wanted to spend some time with our girl. Just because you’re no longer a Jett Girl doesn’t mean you’re still not one of us. It’s time to take some shots; it’s been too long,” Pepper called out, as she pulled some shot glasses out of her purse.

Classic Pepper.

“So, does this mean we have to leave?” Diego asked. “And, you know I have shot glasses, right?”

“You don’t have pink ones,” Pepper said, while handing them out.

“You have me on that.”

Once the shot glasses were handed out, Pepper looked at a sad looking Diego and Blane and rolled her eyes.

“God, go get yourself some shot glasses. We usually don’t allow men into our little circle, but we’ll make an exception, since Babs can’t seem to stop drooling and thrusting her hips at beef cake.”

“But, you have to take your shirts off,” Babs demanded.

“Easy enough,” Blane entertained, as he stripped off his shirt, showing off his perfectly built body.

A collective sigh echoed through the room as we took in his well-defined chest, literally bulging biceps, and toned forearms. I never knew forearms could be so attractive. Jett was cut, like fucking seriously cut…to the point that I didn’t understand why he was a mortal, but Blane was more muscular in a body builder type of way. Even though Blane was insanely hot, I would take Jett’s body over Blane’s any day.

No! No, I would not take Jett. Fuck, what was wrong with me? I was supposed to be forgetting him.

“Uh, hello, I’m about to take my shirt off too,” Diego complained, as he gripped the hem of his shirt in his hands, waiting for everyone’s attention to turn to him.

“Oh, sorry, Diego, please proceed,” I giggled.

“That’s right,” he nodded, as he slowly started taking his shirt off.

His rich mocha skin was slowly exposed as he moved his shirt purposely off his body in slow, seductive movements. Diego’s body was just like Kace’s, perfectly defined in every crevice, with strong shoulders and well-defined arms. His abs modeled Jett’s, with a deep V near his waist making me want to inch closer to him.

“Damn,” Pepper breathed out. “We need to hang out here more often. Who knew Lo was hiding all the hotties?”

“I even think I felt a little twerk from my lady folds,” Francy said, while pressing her hand against her crotch.

“Oh, my God, honey! My nipples got hard from watching,” Tootse confessed, as she hung on Francy’s arm.

“I guess that solidifies it; Diego is the winner,” Pepper awarded.

“Wait, what?”” Blane cut in. “When the fuck did this become a competition? If I would have known, I would have gone all out. I demand a redo.”

“Too late, the ladies have spoken,” Diego said, while smacking Blane in the chest and then taking off to get some more shot glasses.

“This is bullshit,” Blane huffed, as he crossed his arms over his chest and sat in a chair.

“Aw, poor baby. You can give me a private show later,” Babs winked as she sat on his lap, just inviting herself. Blane seemed to cheer up from Babs’ attention. There was no doubt in my mind those two would be banging soon, and fuck if they weren’t an attractive pairing with their blonde hair and beautiful skin. Those would be some good looking babies…that was for damn sure.

Once Diego returned, we all held out our shot glasses and watched as Francy poured us some intoxicating liquid. With a collective clink, we cheered, and downed our first shot. The smooth liquid burned down my throat, awakening me for the first time in a while. It was good to have my girls with me; it was energizing.

“Where’s Lyla?” I asked, as Francy started to pour more shots.

“She and Kace got in some argument,” Pepper brushed off.

“They are so fucking,” Babs said. “It’s obvious. The tension between those two is ridiculous.”

“You really think they are?” I asked, feeling giddy. If I could pick anyone for Kace, it would be Lyla; she would give him a good run for his money, and I would pay good money to sit in the front row of that show.

“No doubt about it,” Francy chimed in. “They are either fighting or nowhere to be seen, which can only mean one thing, they’re fucking.”

“And that hooker hasn’t told me,” I said, a little surprised. “Next time I see her, I’ll be harassing her. No one bones and doesn’t tell me. I need to know where all dicks and pussies that are close to me go.”

“You keeping score?” Diego asked. “If that’s the case, then should I start listing off all the pussy I’ve seen this week?”

A laugh escaped my throat. “Please, Diego, the only pussy you’ve seen this week is one on a computer screen.”

“What, does that not count?” he smirked.

Infuriating man.

“Alright, what’s the game?” Blane asked, while clapping his hands together.

“Truth or dare,” Tootse said with excitement.

“Aw, babe, you’re cute,” Francy replied, with a kiss to Tootse’s nose. “So innocent.”

“Is that not a good suggestion?” she asked, confused.

“It’s perfect,” I cut in. “Alright, Diego, truth or dare?”

The devilish grin he had on his face scared me too much, I was going to make sure I only gave him options, because by the way he was looking at me, I could see things getting frisky…fast.

“Dare,” he winked at me.

Gulping, I nodded and tried to think of something to dare him.

“Make out with Lo,” Babs said.

“What, are we twelve?” I asked. “He’s not making out with me.”

“I’ll take it,” he said, while walking toward me, his eyes set on my lips.

Putting my hands out, I stopped him and said, “I asked him truth or dare, so I get to tell him what to do.”

“That is how the game is played,” Blane defended me, but I was pretty sure he had ulterior motives. Even though Babs was sitting on his lap, he still looked at me like he wanted to eat me up.

“Fine,” Diego backed up, but not far enough. His cologne and bare body were fogging my senses, and I could feel my body warming up to the idea of making out with him. He had the most luscious lips ever; he could probably do some real damage to my horny status with those lips.

“You going to pick something there, darling?” Diego asked while laughing.

“Yes,” I defended. “Umm, how about you give Blane a lap dance?”

The twisted look on Diego’s face had me laughing out loud from my very gut. It felt good to laugh, to just let loose and have fun. It felt like there was a weight on my shoulders for a while, and now that it was lifted, it felt freeing to just relax, to enjoy the company around me.

“Come on, Goldie, spare me.”

“Hold up,” Babs said, while holding her hand out. “Your name is Goldie?”

It never dawned on me that the girls didn’t actually know my real name. They always knew me as Lo, and that was it. Then again, I had no clue what their real names were either.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “Is that going to be a problem?”

The girls looked at each other and then shrugged their shoulders.

“You’ll always be Lo to us,” Pepper said.

“Well, what are your names?” I asked, curious to hear their real names.

“Ahh, that’s something you will never find out,” Babs smiled. “Now, back to this man on man lap dance.”

Diego groaned and looked at me with those beautiful light eyes of his. “Come on, babe, pick something else.” Pepper raised an eyebrow at me at Diego’s term of endearment. I ignored her silent question. “At least make me give one of the girls a lap dance. I’m too fucking nervous I might turn Blane on.”

“Fuck you, man,” Blane said, while sitting up a little taller with Babs still on his lap. “I dare you to try to get me up.”

Babs shifted and looked Blane up and down. “Did you just ask him to give you a fucking throbbing gristle? I don’t think I’m cool with sharing,” she smiled.

“What you’re worried about is sharing?” Pepper asked. “I think I would be more worried about something else.”

“If they want to be gay, let them be gay,” Francy waved, as she pulled Tootse in closer to her.