The Kings Of Cool

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“Have you ever done coke before?” Brad asks her.

“No,” Kim says truthfully, neglecting to mention that the cocaine on the glass table in front of them had once been taped to her torso.

Brad does a line, then Kim does a line, and it isn’t long before she lets him maneuver her into one of the bedrooms as if it were his idea. When they shut the door, he starts to undress her, but she pushes him away.

And then undresses herself.

She peels off the black dress and stands in front of him in her black bra and panties, knowing that she’s a vision. She lets him look for a few seconds, then reaches behind her and unsnaps her bra.

Brad smiles, kicks off his shoes, and hurries out of his slacks and Jockey shorts. He picks her up and then drops her onto the bed. Then he nudges her legs apart, kneels between them, and reaches for her panties.

Her hand blocks him.

She looks into his eyes, smiles, and says, “No, Brad. If you want this, you’ll have to marry it.”

No one comes into Kim’s room.

Without paying.