But Taha is really thinking,
“Beautiful and oh my God so fuckable, you fucking lucky son of a bitch, I bet you get to appreciate that image of cum dripping off that smile all the time. I’m gonna dig a little here though, to make sure that you’re not gonna be holding things against Nikki. That’s too big and too fake a smile.”
“Nikki has never mentioned you. Please. Do join us.” Erik says, smiling at Taha.
“Oh we don’t work together all that much,” Taha says, thinking, “Usually I just fantasize about nailing her from behind on a desk, I think..”
“I’m in. More dancing is it? Or yall work up an appetite? I’ve had a couple of drinks so far, nothing solid yet. They have seafood.”
“I leave all the decisions to the boss.” Erik says, looking at me.
“Heh Nikki…looks like you’ve got a good one here.”
“A good one… Or he’s fucking whipped. Time to figure out which.” Taha thinks.
He smoothes out his clothes, rumpled as they are, trying to subtly rearrange his erection, as it’s slowly dying down, making sure it’s not noticeable.