her. She leaned over, her white shirt gaping and showing her cleavage, and put her hands on his knees.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” she slurred. “I’m going to take my clothes off and you’re going to fuck me. Then if we like it, we can do it again tomorrow.” With that, she took off her top and kissed him, forcing him against the bed.
This was an awesomely bad idea.
Millie clumsily pulled at his shirt. He leaned up and reached behind him, pulling his shirt up and throwing it on the floor. Millie was already working on his zipper. He blew out a long breath when her hands found what they were looking for.
Such a horrific, wonderful idea.
Chapter Three
LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU
Billy was watching the news in the den and Millie was cooking dinner. Patrick was sitting at the kitchen table, reading through Jamie’s file again, trying to figure out if there was something he was missing. He wanted to find him before Jamie made his appearance known.
“Holy shit!” Billy called from den.
“What?” Millie yelled.
“Come and look at this fucking shit,” Billy guffawed in spurts.
Millie and Patrick both moved to the den and looked at the TV screen that showed a very coiffed, very put together, styled El in front of about ten microphones talking about the latest scandal.
“Oh, she looks good,” Millie said. “She told me she was going to start doing this. That new firm she’s been with for a few months is using her as a lawyer, but mostly a PR distraction.”
“She looks…” Patrick started to comment, and then stopped. She didn’t look anything like herself, the El he knew. She was someone else.
“I can’t believe they let her on TV representing the firm and their clients.” Billy laughed. “She’s a walking disaster.”
“Billy, no one knows what a jackass she is. And what better way is there to deal with new scandal than to put the biggest scandal of last year in front of the camera? She’s exposed in a way, but the media wants more. It’s brilliant, really.” Millie stood in the den looking at their friend on the enormous flat screen TV.
“When you put it that way, yeah, I guess it is.” Billy nodded and looked back to the screen.
El was talking about a Senator that was sending out pictures of his dick to his staff. Patrick was impressed she was able to keep a straight face, this is the kind of thing they would laugh at on a regular basis.
“What a fucking dumbass! Who sends pictures of his dick to people? I mean, I just don’t get it,” Billy commented as he continued watching the press conference, fascinated by El’s performance. It was like she was a totally different person than who they saw every day—this El was poised and confident, not a surly pain in the ass.
“Well, something has happened to people since smartphones with cameras and the internet. Could you imagine being able to send naked photos of yourself to your girlfriend when you were in high school?” Millie asked. “I just used to show my boyfriend my boobs, not send him a picture.”
Billy and Patrick chuckled.
“Well, I never thought about trying to take a picture of my dick in high school or any time,” Billy admitted. “You’d have to put a camera on a table or something and hope you got a shot, and you’d want it to be a little excited too, you know. A limp dick isn’t something I want anyone to see, if you know what I mean. And, back in our day,” he drawled with an exaggerated wink, “you’d have to drive your ass to the one hour photo place for them to develop your dick picture and then either mail it or actually hand it to the person you wanted to see a picture of your dick.” He flung a hand at the TV dismissively. “These assholes have it too fucking easy.”
Millie and Patrick were red-faced and in hysterics.
“My dick, limp or not, would be fine for anyone to see,” Patrick commented.
Millie turned up her laughter, sitting down and bending over.
“What?” Patrick asked