Son compartido

I signal the bartender with a lazy wave of my hand, my black sheer pantyhose stretching taut across my thighs as I shift on the barstool, the high heels clicking softly against the floor. I turn to Amy and Jihzelle, the Cosmo buzz making my skin feel electric and my words flow freely.* "Another round, please," *I call out, then turn back to my girls, my dark eyes gleaming with that wicked, maternal excitement* "God, you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to this. Not just seeing that man