Naughty Friend Buys My Silence Ch. 08

February 21, 2021

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- CHAPTER 8: Boundaries -

- SATURDAY, DECEMBER 19: Evening -

After Sarah left our house for a few hours, and once Amber had spent some time with me cuddling on the couch, eventually sucking me off in a sixty-nine while we watched her homemade lesbian porn video, we finally made it upstairs to the shower.

And wow, taking a less rushed shower with her was actually pretty fun, even if it was a bit more tame than I was expecting. Oh sure, I got to feel her up as much as I wanted, but all the touching was mostly with a purpose, since she decided that she wanted to set some ground rules before we got in.

Her rules?

I wasn’t allowed to wash myself, nor was she allowed to wash herself.

Instead, it was my job to get her clean, and vice versa, which actually resulted in a pretty intimate time together, as I learned how to wash her perfect blonde hair, discovered one of her bottles of soap was actually specifically for her pussy, and of course got to experience how amazing it felt to rub slippery body wash over Amber’s huge 36-DD size tits.

And having her wash me was a pretty unique experience too, with her being especially affectionate as she took her time lathering me up, occasionally kissing me on the temple as she ran her hands through my soapy hair, and of course she spent some time teasing me too, both by stroking my semi-stiff cock and even getting a little too comfortable when she tried to stick her finger up my ass.

“What?” she’d said playfully, a big grin on her face after I’d barely managed to stop her. “You’d be surprised how many guys like it when they unexpectedly get a finger up their ass while they’re cumming from a blowjob.”

“Not me,” I retorted, holding her at arm’s length now. “And do you actually do that for your clients?”

She grinned. “No, not usually. But my ex-boyfriend sure thought it was pretty kinky.”

“Well, not me,” I repeated firmly.

“I don’t know,” she said playfully. “After the handful of times I’ve fucked Sarah with that strap-on, I think I might want to try it on you sometime too. I bet you’d like an older girl fucking you in the ass.”

“Amber,” I said seriously, knowing she was only being encouraged by my reaction. Because she loved teasing me. That was certainly never going to change. “Not happening. Ever. Not interested.”

“Oh fine,” she pouted, her full bottom lip sticking out. “But just so you know, there’s nothing gay about it. Pegging is a thing, you know. Plenty of guys like it, and I wouldn’t mind dominating your ass.”

“But it’s not my thing,” I replied, hesitantly dropping my arm, since she seemed like she was going to let it go. “Okay?”

She shrugged, reaching out to continue washing me, proceeding to return her hand to my ass, since she’d just begun to get soap in my crack when she tried going too far.

Unexpectedly, as fast as lightning, she shoved her middle finger up my ass as far as she could get it.

“Son of a bitch!” I hissed, reaching down to jerk her hand away roughly.

She burst out laughing. “Okay, okay, I won’t do it again! I promise! I just had to do it one time!” she continued to chuckle.

“Seriously, Amber,” I retorted, not at all amused. “I have boundaries. I’m not going to be able to trust you if you start crossing the line like that.”

She immediately frowned at that, all the amusement draining from her face, looking pensive. Her expression then unexpectedly shifted entirely, as if she’d suddenly thought of something sad, with her focusing on me with a hint of apologetic sorrow in her light green eyes.

Slowly, she held out her arms toward me, inviting me closer.

“Come here,” she whispered somberly.

I hesitated at that, surprised by the abrupt change in her demeanor, before relaxing my own arms and moving closer, allowing her to gently pull me into her embrace.

She then held my gaze as she looked up at me, her hand slowly moving down to my ass, only to begin slipping into my crack again.

I could tell from her expression that I should just let her do whatever she was going to do, feeling her rub her fingers over my asshole again a few times as if she was really washing the area now.

“Sorry,” she finally whispered, continuing to rub slowly. “You can trust me.”

I sighed heavily and fully relaxed, unsurprised when she kept her hand in place, deciding to lean down to gently kiss her on the lips. She stuck her tongue in my mouth briefly, pressing gently against my asshole, moaning softly as she readjusted her legs to allow my hardening cock to slip between her thighs, only to finally pull her hand away entirely.

She then broke the kiss and moved her hands to the front, gently starting to wash my balls and cock.

“Love you, Amber,” I finally said as she gently stroked my shaft.

“Love you too, baby,” she replied somberly. “Sorry for crossing the line.”

I gently wrapped my arms around her wet naked shoulders, pulling her in tightly to my chest, feeling her heavy tits squished against me. “I really love you,” I repeated even more meaningfully. “Sorry for blowing up at you.”

She shook her head, leaning her temple against my shoulder as her hand began to roam across my skin, feeling my side and then slipping up to gently rub my flat chest. She focused on her hand resting over my heart as she spoke. “No, you had a right to be upset. Teasing you is one thing, but violating you is entirely different.”

I tensed at that. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say that,” I replied gently.

She shrugged.

My brow furrowed then. “You haven’t ever been…” My voice trailed off. “Have you?”

She shook her head. “No, I haven’t. At least, not physically.” She glanced up at me. “But I did tell you I’ve had a couple of guys try to blackmail me before. And one time, I really wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of the situation at first. That alone felt violating, even if he never got to violate me physically.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, realizing again how risky her true occupation was, but knowing that it was a risk she’d chosen to take, even despite what had happened previously.

“Not your fault,” she replied simply, resting her head on my shoulder again to stare at her hand on my chest.

I leaned my cheek against the top of her wet hair, holding her even tighter. Part of me wanted to say ‘I wish I could have been there for you,’ but I knew it likely wouldn’t have mattered or made any difference. Maybe she could have vented to me about it, but how was I supposed to help?

The most I could do was probably threaten or even kill the guy, but then we’d be looking over our shoulders for the rest of our lives, in the event it went to the latter extreme, and I might end up in jail forever in the event we were found out.

And then I wouldn’t get to be with her at all, our lives ruined forever. All because of some prick.

It was kind of a no-win situation, no matter how I looked at it.

Amber continued. “In the end, it all turned out fine, and I’m much more careful now, but feeling like I was going to be forced to fuck a dude indefinitely, and basically become his sex slave, felt very violating.” She sighed. “And I’m sorry for overstepping your boundaries just now.”

“I forgive you,” I replied sincerely. “And thank you for being willing to respect them in the first place. Really not used to you being so nice.”

She took a deep breath. “Like I said, teasing is one thing. That was something different. You said ‘no,’ and I didn’t respect it.”

“I love you,” I repeated.

“I love you, baby,” she replied warmly.

We were both then quiet for a few minutes as we held each other, before she decided to finish cleaning me up. After that, she then had me come to her room so I could watch her dress into a slightly slutty set of black silk pajamas, including silk booty shorts and a top that hung off her tits and left her navel partially exposed.

It was super hot, and it was all I could do to not fuck her on the bed right there.

But honestly, my balls really needed a break, beginning to kind of feel sore after all the orgasms, so I held off, with us returning to my room not long after, earning myself a few playful slaps on the ass before I could get my clothes on.

I had to admit, as much as I didn’t like her sticking her finger in my ass, I did like the spankings, just because all her attention was on me, and she had this almost aggressive glint in her eye that really turned me on.

Once I was dressed, I decided to use the opportunity to ask her a question that had popped into my head, suspecting what her answer would be, but figuring it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“Hey Amber,” I said simply as we walked down the stairs, planning on heading straight to the kitchen to make her a cup of hot chocolate. “Quick question.”

“What’s that?” she wondered simply.

I took a deep breath as I reached the bottom, glancing over my shoulder briefly. “About Sarah. I know it would be really risky to let her in on our secret, but I feel like she would be perfect for holding the camera during porn videos, like we were discussing earlier.”

Amber frowned at that, but didn’t automatically dismiss the idea like I was expecting. After a few seconds, she replied. “I’ll admit that I feel like you’re right about her being okay with the idea, but the situation is more complicated than that. She’s married after all, and what happens if she decides to completely forgive her husband and reconcile with him? No doubt she’d stop working with us, and even if that doesn’t happened, her being married adds an unknown element to the situation. Like, what if she slips up, or even just talks in her sleep, and her husband finds out? Because she might not tell our families, but he sure as hell might.”

I frowned at that, grabbing the milk out of the fridge to pour a cup and heat it up in the microwave.

She continued. “See, being a ‘quick fuck’ is one thing, but being more involved in my porn business is another situation entirely. Like, if we do end up hiring someone to shoot the videos, it would probably be best if she was single. And even then, finding a chick that is single, and someone I can trust would be a tall order to fill. There’s no one I currently know who would be a good fit.”

I nodded slowly as I considered that. “So then, if Sarah got divorced, you’d consider it?”

Amber shrugged. “Maybe, but I really don’t think she plans on divorcing her husband. She actually has a pretty comfy life right now, and the only things she doesn’t get from him are companionship, faithfulness, and sex.” She sighed. “Which might sound like a big part she’s missing out on, but she’s got all her material needs met. And with her getting the companionship and sexual stuff from us, she doesn’t really have any reason to leave her husband. And I can’t really support an extra person, since I doubt she’d want to start fucking for money to help out.”

I nodded, pulling the hot milk out of the microwave and grabbing a packet of hot chocolate mix.

Amber unexpectedly focused on it. “Oh, is that for me?” she said in surprise.

I paused just before opening the package. “Umm, yeah. Why? Don’t want any right now?”

She gave me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, but I’m good. I figured I’d wait until Sarah comes over later.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I can just put the milk back in the fridge for later.”

She frowned, still looking guilty over it. “You weren’t going to make one for yourself?”

I shrugged. “Not really. I guess I could.”

She unexpectedly smiled then. “If you did, then I might be interested in taking a few sips.”

I grinned at that. “Sure,” I agreed, going ahead and opening the package to dump the mix.

Once it was ready, I took the first sip and then handed it to her, only for us to head back in the living room to get the movie ready. However, everything changed when we turned the lights off.

Once we were snuggling on the couch in the semi-dark room, with her legs ending up draped over my lap as I held her tightly in my arms, I did my best to focus on the random movie, but I felt as if it was just a blur of colors, since it was all I could do to not give the warm body next to me all my attention.

Fuck, Amber’s tits were so juicy and squishy that I couldn’t keep my hands off them, and no bra meant I could squeeze and prod without hindrance, repeatedly feeling her hard nipples over the smooth black silk.

She didn’t offer to reciprocate though, a small smirk tugging at her full lips as she appeared to mostly ignore me, her attention on the movie, and occasionally on her phone, while I failed miserably at keeping my hands to myself.

It wasn’t until about an hour later that she finally gave me her attention after checking her phone for like the thousandth time. It was a slow part of the movie, so she just spoke over it, probably realizing I wasn’t paying attention to it anyway.

“That was Sarah that just messaged me. She wanted to know what time she could come over, and if I wanted her to bring anything.”

“Oh,” I said simply. “Okay. So then, what are you going to tell her?”

She frowned, reaching down between her legs draped over mine to finally feel my rock-hard cock. “Well, I just kind of feel bad now, because this monster can’t seem to get enough of me, and we’ll have to keep it in its cage while she’s over.”

I laughed at that, causing her to grin as well. “Yeah, it really does like you,” I admitted.

She giggled. “I can tell,” she agreed, giving me a gentle squeeze between her thighs. “So then, what do you want baby? Want to finish this movie, and then fuck, and then have her over? Or would you rather fuck now, and then she can visit right after?”

I shrugged. “Well, I’m not really watching the movie at all. Although, I’m not entirely sure what we’re going to do with her once she’s over, especially if fucking is off the menu.”

Amber sighed. “Well, we have board games, and we could open a bottle of wine, if you want to cut up a block of cheese.” She grinned then. “I’ll even let you drink a little, if you want.”

I scoffed, my tone a little mocking. “You mean, you won’t tell mom and dad?” I said, sounding overly innocent.

She chuckled. “I suppose it’s the least I can do, since you’re being so compliant with keeping my secret about what I really do for money.”

I smirked, about to respond, only for her phone to unexpectedly ring. I saw right away that it was someone named ‘Victoria,’ but a picture didn’t pop up like it had done for Sarah.

Amber glanced down at the same time I did, only for her light green eyes to widen slightly, before she nodded toward me. “Hey, hit the volume, will you?”

I grabbed the remote to mute the TV, keeping her legs draped over mine, deciding to use the opportunity to quickly probe for information. “Who’s Victoria?” I asked simply.

Amber paused, about to answer the call. “She’s a girl I used to work with. We actually used to be like best friends, but then one day she started acting kind of distant, and has ever since. We still talk every once in a while, but it’s nothing like before.”

“Any idea why she started being distant?” I asked with concern.

She sighed. “Yeah, I kind of have an idea, but don’t want to get into it right now.” She gestured with her phone. “Let me get this.”

I nodded, prompting her to answer the call.

“Hey Vicki,” she said warmly. “What’s up? Haven’t heard from you in a while.”

“Oh, hey Amber,” the girl replied cheerfully, having the voice of an angel, but sounding a bit uncomfortable. “Sorry about that. Just been busy.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” she replied. “Everything okay?”

“Sort of,” Victoria hedged. “I’m at work right now, and Mike wanted me to call you.”

Amber’s eyes widened again, before she glanced at me and then focused on the TV, which was only muted right now, the movie still playing. “Okay, and what does he want? He should know I’m not really into dancing anymore.”

Victoria sighed heavily. “I know, Amber. And I’m really sorry for calling, but we’re kind of in a bind here. Samantha is out sick, Natalie had a family emergency, and Kim actually got into a car accident a couple of days ago, just to name a few of the shitstorms that have happened recently.”

“Shit,” Amber hissed. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s actually fine, but she’s got cuts and bruises on her face and doesn’t want to come in.”

“Well, that’s very understandable,” Amber replied.

“Yeah, definitely,” Victoria agreed. “But it’s one of the busiest nights of the year with all the colleges and universities out for break, and at this point Mike is desperate to get anyone in, even if it’s just for a few hours. Like, there’s already a million guys here, and it’s not even that late yet! And I’m the only dancer here right now!”

“Can’t you just make it amateur night?” Amber asked seriously.

“It’s too late for that,” Victoria replied somberly. “There are no girls here at all, aside from the house mom, and you know she doesn’t dance. And then, there’s a waitress chick that just started a couple weeks ago, but she doesn’t know how to dance and needs to be on the floor anyway to deliver food and drinks. The rest are all just a bunch of college guys, living it up before they go home for Christmas.”

“Fuck,” she hissed, frowning as she glanced at me uncertainly.

“Please Amber,” Victoria begged. “I’ve been dancing my ass off for the last hour, and could really use at least one other person to rotate with. And Mike isn’t going to charge a stage fee or anything, and you can keep all your tips. Like, it’s so busy right now, he just wants to keep these guys entertained so they’ll stay long enough to buy more food and drinks.”

Amber continued to hold my gaze, but I honestly wasn’t sure what to say, afraid that asking her to stay would be a bad idea. However, at the same time, I realized our night would be ruined if she went, especially since I doubted that I’d be able to go.

She finally sighed heavily. “Okay, but under one condition. Only if I can bring my nineteen-year-old boyfriend.”

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head.

“Nineteen?” Victoria repeated. “I thought your boyfriend was a year older.”

“Broke up with him. With a different guy now.”

“Oh, okay. Umm, actually that might be perfect. How big is he? Is he built?”

Amber frowned. “Yeah, he’s tall and built. Why?”

Victoria laughed. “You always did have a type.” She then sighed. “Hold on a sec.”

It was quiet long enough for me to try speaking softly to her.

“Hey, you sure about this?” I asked seriously.

She held the phone away from her face as she responded. “Yeah, it’s fine. You’ve never met any of these people, so they won’t know we live together, and even if they found out, they’d just think I was trying to sneak you in is all. They wouldn’t think you were really my boyfriend at that point, and even if they did think so, then oh well. None of them know my parents, aside from Vicki, so there should be no risk of them finding out. Plus, bringing you along will help prevent problems, in case I see anyone I’ve slept with. I have no problem telling them I’m there with my ‘boyfriend’ if it’ll mean getting them off my back.”

I nodded slowly, uncertain about this, but realizing what this meant.

First, from the sound of it, Amber’s friend was a stripper, someone she used to work with, and who needed her help to entertain the customers tonight. And second, Amber clearly wanted to do her friend this favor, even despite their apparent fallout, but also wanted to keep her own promise to me to spend the night together.

“Okay,” Victoria finally replied on the phone, after a long pause. “Mike said your boyfriend can come if he can bounce for a couple of hours. Tony is here, but Jack is going to be in late, and the crowd is too big for him to man the door and keep an eye on the guys.” She scoffed. “Already had one asshole slap the waitress on the ass. Tony escorted him out, and also had a talk with everyone about keeping each other in line, but it’s still just him.”

“Fine,” Amber agreed automatically, not even asking me first if I wanted to do this. “But I expect my boyfriend to be paid in cash, and I don’t want Mike asking for his ID. He’s an adult, but not of drinking-age. That’s all Mike needs to know.”

“Umm, hold on a sec,” she replied, only for there to be a short pause.

Neither of us said anything, Amber not even looking at me as she focused on the muted movie still playing.

“Yeah,” Victoria responded. “He said that was fine. Oh wait, your boyfriend doesn’t have a shady background or anything, right?”

Amber laughed at that. “No, he’s clean. But if Mike wants him to work, then I want to keep it simple. Cash only. No ID checks.”

“Okay, awesome. Thank you so much, Amber,” she said sincerely. “You’re a life saver.”

Amber sighed. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh,” Victoria continued. “And do you know any other girls who might be able to come? The more, the merrier.”

Unexpectedly, she got a huge grin on her face as she glanced up at me. “Actually, I do. Although, she probably doesn’t have anything appropriate for the occasion.”

Victoria was quick to respond. “We probably have something here for her. What are her measurements?”

Amber was still grinning. “She’s short, skinny, and pretty flat, but she’s hot as fuck. Probably about four-eleven, maybe five-foot max, about a hundred pounds, and maybe a 32-A cup.”

“Okay, I’ll find something. We had a chick who worked here for about six months that was really small too. She was actually pretty popular with the guys, but I think she moved or something. Pretty sure she left some of her stuff in the closet.”

“Perfect,” Amber agreed, having a devious glint to her light green eyes. “We’ll try to be there in the next thirty minutes, okay?”

“Awesome,” Victoria said cheerfully. “And thanks again. You have no idea how relieved I am. You’re the best.”

“No problem. See you soon,” Amber replied, only to hang up and immediately navigate to Sarah’s number.

A couple of seconds later, and the short twenty-five-year-old was picking up. “Hey, what’s up? Can I come over now?”

“Actually, we’re going to go out. Have anything sexy to wear?” she wondered.

There was a long pause. “Sexy how? What are we doing?”

“The old bar I used to work at is short on dancers, so I’m recruiting you to help entertain a room full of horny young men.”

“A strip bar?!” she repeated in alarm. “I’ve…I’ve barely even been inside a normal bar. I can’t do that! I can’t dance in front of a bunch of guys!”

“Sure you can,” she replied cheerfully. “And you’re going to. Now get your ass over here. If you don’t have anything sexy, it’s fine. My friend should have something for you, and worst case you can just dance in your bra and panties.”

“Amber!” she complained. “I can’t do that!”

“Sarah,” she said firmly. “Get your tiny little ass over here. Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you on stage and dance with you a little to get you warmed up, okay?”

There was another long pause. “Promise?” she finally whispered.

“Promise. Now hurry up.”

Another pause, followed by a sigh. “Okay, I’m walking over now.”

“Great,” Amber said cheerfully. “See you in a minute.”

She then hung up and focused up at me, still all grins. “Fuck, baby, this is going to be fun. I can’t wait to pry out Sarah’s wild side.”

I nodded hesitantly, not at all feeling her excitement. “Umm, so I assume this means you’re going to be dancing naked. Does it also involve lap dances too?” I wondered tentatively.

She frowned at that, finally growing more serious. “I won’t be fully nude. Management doesn’t allow us to take off our panties. And no, there probably won’t be time for lap dances. If there aren’t enough girls to entertain the customers to begin with, then I probably won’t even have the opportunity to try to earn an extra few dollars from individual guys.” She took a deep breath. “But baby, you need to keep things in perspective, okay? I fuck a lot, both for money and grades. I’ve told you that from the beginning, and I’m trying hard to be patient with you like you asked, but you need to try to get over your issue with it.”

I didn’t respond, glancing away, but knowing she was right.

I just needed to be okay with this for now, since there was no way in hell she was going to change her mind. Really, the only thing she might change her mind about was ‘bringing me along.’

Besides, like she said, I was already going to have to be fine with her continuing to fuck for money, and her going out dancing wouldn’t involve sex, so I theoretically had zero reason to complain. Theoretically.

Really, I’d almost be happier if she was still an exotic dancer for a living instead, since guys getting to see her naked and getting lap dances from her was much more tame compared to what she really did for money. The only major downside to stripping was that it paid less for more work…

Which was exactly why Amber decided on the career change.

Fuck, I really just needed to let this go and accept reality.

She was going to fuck me, but she also needed me to be supportive of her decisions for now. And maybe she’d give it up for me one day, so I could have her to myself, but I knew I’d never reach that point if I tried to drag my feet the whole way.

Because she’d end up dropping me before she ever got to the point where she needed me enough to not want to give me up.

“Okay?” Amber finally prompted when I didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, Amber. I get it,” I replied. “And thanks for bringing me along.”

She gave me a warm smile. “Of course, baby. And hey, I’ll be thinking of you while I’m on stage.”

I sighed. “I guess we should get ready then.”

“Oh, yeah,” she replied, swinging her legs off mine and jumping up. “If you want to let Sarah in, she should be here any second, and I need to change.”

Of course, I needed to change too, since I was in gym shorts, but I understood her meaning. She didn’t want Sarah to see that she was walking around in slutty silk lingerie in front of me.

Nodding in agreement, I got to my feet too and walked after her, only for her to pause just when she reached the stairs.

I looked up at her in confusion.

“And hey,” she said gently, a look of affection in her light green eyes. “Try to have a good time, baby. There’s no need for you to be jealous. I’m just some hot chick to these guys, and while I will undoubtedly end up in their fantasies after they see me naked, I’m not going home with them. I’ll be going home with you.” She paused to let that sink in. “And it’s the same for the guys I fuck. After they cum in a condom, I’m out of there. But you get me forever. Okay?”

I tried to swallow, focusing way too much on the word ‘forever’ even though I knew that’s kind of what she’d implied from the beginning. Shit, she’d even admitted to never needing a boyfriend if she could have me.

“And how about this,” she continued when I didn’t respond verbally. “I should make a decent amount of cash in tips tonight, since it’s such a large crowd and there’s hardly anyone to dance, so I’ll give you most of what I earn. Think that’ll help?”

I sighed. “Money is great, but it’s you I want.”

“Oh baby,” she cooed, her expression tender. “That’s so sweet.” She then turned more fully toward me and leaned forward to peck me on the lips. “Then how about I give you most of the tips, and I do something else special for you? Something sexy.”

Well, damn. I couldn’t argue with that.

The idea of having something sexual to look forward to, as a reward, actually did lift my spirits a lot.

And I couldn’t help but grin. “Okay,” I replied a bit too enthusiastically.

“There we go!” she said cheerfully. “That’s the attitude I want to see. You keep that up and I’ll make you a very very happy boy, baby.”

Without thinking, I abruptly wrapped my arms around her and pulled her firmly against me, planting my mouth on hers, kissing her roughly before letting her go almost just as quick. I was honestly surprised when I realized her face was flushed, nearly bright red from the abrupt affection.

I decided to use the opportunity to do a little more, reaching around to slap her ass, slight ripples running through her tight cheek in her black silk booty shorts.

“You better make me a happy boy,” I said firmly. “Now, go get slutty so we can go make some money.”

Oh fuck, the look on her face. It was like suddenly the roles had flipped entirely, and she was my slut, getting pimped out.

And it was obvious she loved every second of it.

Needless to say, her upper chest looked a bit flushed too as she hurried up the stairs, prompting me to turn my attention to the door.

Immediately, I froze solid when I saw a short shadow standing there, my heart suddenly jumping into my throat when I realized a visitor could see into the house if they peeked at the right angle through the mostly opaque glass, suddenly feeling very aware of what I’d just done in plain sight.

Fuck, did Sarah see?

Did she see me grab Amber and kiss her like a lover?

Did she see me slap her ass?

Fuck!

Hurrying over to the door, I hesitated briefly, before taking a deep breath, hoping to force myself to appear casual as I opened it up to greet her and let her in.

However, the moment I saw her lobster-red face, I immediately knew I had the answer to all my questions.

Shit.

She saw.

Sarah saw me get intimate with Amber.

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