vicxcaldwell:
“They don’t kill mob sons like they used to these days,” she commented to no one in particular but God he was getting on her last nerve. She hopped off his lap, choosing to take off her sweatpants because what did she look like walking around in ripped pants? At least her underwear was cute and her ass was cuter. “Oh, I’m gonna need more than weed to get through this night,” she said, as she picked up two shots lying on the table and downing them one after the other before heading up after Andrew. Once she got into the room she closed the door and took off her tank top. When she’d said she’d needed something stronger to get through the night she wasn’t fucking around, but now she just needed to find a flat surface. “Make yourself useful,” she said as she straddled his lap while unscrewing the bullet necklace around her neck that contained cocaine. “I need a flat surface to do this line.”
Andrew would have been surprised by her taking off her sweatpants and walking around in her underwear if it was anyone but Victoria. Maybe if she had been some lesser woman, she would have been more modest, but he appreciated the fact that she didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought. If only he had seen the back before he walked upstairs. He did so love watching her walk away. That didn’t mean she didn’t look good from the front though. Once she was fully in her underwear stood in his room, he almost snapped to get her on his lap faster, but she had already been one step ahead of him. And then the bullet necklace came undone and he was sure she was reading his mind. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it onto the floor next to the bed before grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to him. “I think you need to be more adventurous with your drug use, Princess. I could do a line on your ass if I wanted to. Or those pretty fucking tits. So be a little creative here.”













