Sprocket POV
Waiting to get Skittles alone was achingly long.
We kept having people stop to talk to her and meet her, which was the hardest situation I have been in, in a long time.
It's rare for me not to pounce when I see someone I want to fuk, and take them to the nearest room. Mind you, that was in the last club, I have tried to behave better since joining this one.
But with Skittles, I wanted to spend time with her, get to know her. She looked absolutely gorgeous, but had a sadness about her, like a scared rabbit. I want maybe a little more than a one-off, because something tells me I would need more than one night with her to scratch the itch I had for her. I think she's like an onion, full of layers. I need to peel back and carefully investigate each and every one of those lay
