If it wasn't for the potent cocktail of cocaine and alcohol running through her veins, Zoe would be feeling pretty tired by now. She had been hanging out with Trevor and the boys pretty much all day, and she has barely been able to sit down at all. Plus, her new "PARTY GIRL" tattoo was still a little raw.
But that's just the way her boyfriend rolled. Just looking at him as he drove his SUV made her wet. Did he like Sarah? She seemed so girly, Zoe always thought he preferred a gothic girl, a rocker, someone who isn't afraid to cut loose. But he seemed to really enjoy her new mean streak, especially when she yelled at that bartender. Plus, it was a pretty fun to see other girls squirm.
Trevor glanced over at Zoe in the passenger seat. Carter was in the back, smoking a joint. He kicked up a fuss about being put in the backseat, but he wouldn't argue long with Trevor. Plus, Zoe was much better to look at.
Zoe noticed him staring. "Hehe what?"
"Your tits look great," Trevor smiled at her.
"Aww, thanks!" Zoe shook her chest a little, "mom keeps trying to convince me to go get them done up like hers. She says they would totally make the guys go crazy then. What do you think?"
"When we get this stone, I'll bring them up a size for sure," Trevor said. Zoe didn't understand what he meant by that, but giggled anyway. Not only was Trevvy so sexy, but he was so much smarter than her. So sometimes it was better to just laugh along rather than try to work out what he was saying.
"Oh! I know this place!" Zoe exclaimed once they pulled into a car park. On the building was a large neon sign of a dick surrounded by the apt name of the bar, Dick's. "My mom works here!"
"Your damn right she does," Trevor said, "your mom is going to tell us exactly where the stone is. Then everything will be put to the way it should be. Isn't that right Carter?" Carter just nodded.
The trio entered the bar, Zoe following behind as her eyes locked on to a tattooed girl on stage humping the pole for the crowd of men. Zoe wondered if she could make men cheer like that for her, it must feel awesome to have that many guys looking at your body, being the center of the party.
Zoe was dragged along by Trevor to the back rooms. The office they entered was cramped, filled full of pictures of strippers mid performance and newspaper clippings. In the room already was a man in a suit sitting at the desk and another man looking rather nervous next to him.
"Well," Trevor said, "where the fuck is it?"
Zoe could hear a faint moan and the sounds of sucking. She stood on her toes and noticed a brunette was sucking the cock of the man in the chair. Zoe couldn't help but be jealous of the slut. That man looked very big, and by her moans it must have tasted nice too.
The nervous man spoke first. "Well... listen, Trevor. There's been..."
"Don't you Trevor me, asshole," Trevor spat, his hands reaching for his waistband where had a gun concealed. So bad, Zoe thought, as she bit her lip. Trevor kept talking louder, "I asked you where the stone is."
"The stone ain't here, Trevor," the man getting blown said. The brunette took her head off the man's cock, still stroking it. "Did I do something wrong, Cole?" she asked the man. He didn't look at her, just stroked her hair.
Zoe recognized the voice instantly, "Mom?!"
Linda turned her head, her makeup now a mess with already a load of cum all over her face. She smiled once she saw Zoe through her one eye, the other closed from a wad of cum rushing her eyelashes together.
"Hiya sweetie! Having fun tonight?" Linda kept stroking Cole's cock as she talked. She could've sworn she was supposed to say something to Zoe, but all the fucking must have pushed it out of her head! She could be such a ditz sometimes.
Trevor, however, was less happy. He pulled out his gun, to everyone's surprise. The man in the chair held onto the armrests tight, and Linda squeaked.
"I'm not asking again, where is the stone?"
