No. Look, the mutual tug paid extra.” Dante mimed jerking and squirting without looking embarrassed, which only made Griff more embarrassed. “And the
stuff you did at the end bumped our fee even—”
“I know, man. Sorry about—”
“—more. Bullshit, sorry! Blowing your jazz on me got us a three hundred dollar bonus. Didja know that?” Dante rolled his eyes and waved away the worry.
“Dude, if I could get a fee every time you squirted on me, I’d camp under your bed and have you doing it three times a day.”
Help me, Jesus.
Griff’s eyes honest-to-God bugged at that.

Autore: Damon Suede