Abigail
"Need a hand?"
A man with a sky blue mask, at least I thought it was blue, it's as hard to see colors in the red light, leaned above me. He had long dark hair and I couldn't make out much else in the red light except that he was tall and broad and still had his pants on while the rest of him was shirtless.
But he wasn't Finn.
I licked my lips, ready to tell him I was good before stopping myself. Wasn't the whole point of coming tonight to forget him? My eyes drifted back to the blonde on the platform who was currently being railed by all three men.
I didn't come to a freaking sex club just to use my hand on myself. Now did I?
"Depends," I turned back to the stranger looming above me. "How good are you with a toy?"
He grinned, dropping beside me on the couch while the vibrator hummed in my hand. "Beyond your wildest dreams, baby,"
