Tawny
“Is this him, Tawny?”
I looked over at Anya and Susie. Both of them were smiling at us, holding hands. Their blonde hair up in messy buns. Both were wearing crop tops, Susie in pink and Anya in yellow. Both in little gray cotton shorts and white flip-flops. Anya’s breasts were spilling out at the top. Her cleavage is on full display. Most women would be jealous, but not me. I found her extremely hot. Susie’s breasts were a small B cup. They were complete opposites, body-wise. I found both of them beautiful.
“Yes, this is him. Babe, this is Susie and Anya, two of my very good friends. I talked Bull into letting them go, and Butcher is having someone interview them to be new club girls. Ladies, this is my,” I paused, because what did I call him? My man, my boyfriend, my friend? I lo
