Karaoke Night Phonesex

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I don’t sing but my friends love Karaoke night. I agreed to go because it’s always fun to dance and laugh at all the off-key, tone-deaf dummies who jump on stage. We were a few drinks in when a man stepped up on to the stage. The air in the room changed, it seemed. As if in that moment, time stood still and he owned every one of us before him. The whole bar was silent as he gripped the mic and smiled over his audience.

A blue-colored spotlight made him look incredibly sexy as he pushed his sleeves up to his elbows and cleared his throat. The music started and his head began to bob with the beat. His hand tapping over his thigh. I felt drawn toward the stage. Like I had to meet him.

Karaoke Night Phonesex

 

His mouth opened to sing and I was hypnotized. My feet moved through the bodies, needing to make him see me. He was engaging with the audience as he sang, winking at girls who were as starstruck as I seemed to me. I wasn’t going to let anyone but me, take that man home tonight.

I pushed myself to the front of the stage, right in front of him, and looked up his long legs. He happened to look down and he must have seen the desire in my eyes or the hungry way I swiped my tongue over my top lip because he fumbled over the next set of lyrics. I smirked at the fact I had caught his attention. I would make sure this was a Karaoke night he wouldn’t soon forget.

 

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357