You'd never know a man was beaten to death out here last night. Two chicks wearing only bikini bottoms pass a bottle of Crown Royal back and forth, giving sloppy pours to men who wait on the ground beneath them. Some of the liquor spills on the grass where it happened.

Pour one out for the fucking homies, I guess.

As it always does, the party rages on.

Club girls are fine, but they've never really been my thing. A lot of guys around here like easy pussy. I guess I don't. An easy mouth though, I'll settle for.

In the garage, Brigitt wiggles down between my knees. It isn't lost on me that she's the one who asked Silvie to do the belly shots last night. Maybe that's why I'm doing this. A punishment to her, myself, and to Silvie. Because as her lips wrap around my shaft, that's what this feels like- a punishment. I'm hard, and I know she is doing good work, but my mind is on one thing, the little sour patch pixie holed up in my room.

I need my mind off of her. She's got too much control, too much sway over me and my emotions. I killed for her last night. My thoughts are of nothing but her, always.

Brigitt puts her hands on my knees to steady herself and works in a fast rhythm, but nothing is happening. An angry wave washes over me and I give myself the okay to release it on her. Gripping her cheeks, I fuck her mouth ferociously. Her teeth scrape my dick and she gags, violently at times, but I don't relent. Only stopping when I feel my balls empty, she leans back and swallows it all.

Wiping her thumb across her mouth she rocks back on her heels and stands. "Thanks," she says and leaves.

Her gratitude is for the status. She's been in here with me, alone. She'll be seen coming out with messy hair and smeared lipstick. Everyone will know that I let her blow me, or I fucked her, and that will make her the queen bee. For a short time.

Not getting the release I was expecting, I grab a bottle of Jack and head down to the fire. Taking it to the head, I chug the warm liquor and try to drink the day away. I was a dick to Silvie. I want to put my dick in Silvie. I want to smother her in kisses and sleep next to her and put her on my lap and call her my queen. When I think of her it's like she's gripping my heart. She dug her hands into my chest and won't let go.

"Fuck," I say outloud and take harsh steps down the hillside.

"Pres!" people shout as I walk by. I acknowledge by raising the bottle of liquor in my fist. The picnic table is ruined. I smashed it last night. Now, there's a circle of girls standing where it used to be.

No doubt, Brigitt is telling about her prize winning blow job. If I were giving medals, she'd get silver. I hear her using words like old lady, bikes, and club. They're too far for me to make out the words, but it doesn't matter. I don't want to be anywhere near their gossip mill.