Chapter 1: The Dealer Recites the Filthy Rhyme
The spotlight hit the mahogany like a fist. Everything beyond its harsh white cone dissolved into shadow—the twenty men who formed a loose semicircle around the table, their faces reduced to gleaming eyes and the occasional flash of teeth. The air tasted like whiskey and sweat and the particular electricity that comes when a room full of people know something filthy is about to happen.
Carley knelt on the chrome swivel chair, her knees sinking into the leather cushion, her chest pressed flat against the seat back. Her blonde hair spilled over her face, hiding her expression but not the way her fingers gripped the chair's edges until her knuckles went pale. Her ass pointed toward the ceiling like an offering, that perfect rounded curve framed by the spotlight, her thong already soaked through and clinging to her lips in a dark stripe.
Marcus stood behind her, one hand resting on the back of the chair, the other wrapped around a glass of bourbon he wasn't drinking. His dark eyes swept the room, counting heads, doing math. Twenty men. A three-cock minimum. No max. He liked those numbers.
"Alright, you degenerate fucks," he said, his deep voice cutting through the murmur of male laughter. "You know the rules, but I'm gonna say them again because half of you are too drunk to remember your own names."
Devin snorted from somewhere to Marcus's left. "Speak for yourself. I'm exactly the right amount of drunk."
"Shut up, Devin."
"Make me."
Marcus ignored him. He set his bourbon on the table, the glass clinking against wood that had seen a hundred mergers and acquisitions and now saw this—a woman bent over it like a goddamn centerpiece. He placed both hands on the chair's back, leaning down until his lips were inches from Carley's ear.
"First her head and then her toes," he recited, his voice a low rumble. "Round and round in circles she goes. She's dripping and open—ready to go. Which hole do you fuck? When she stops—you'll know."
Carley shuddered. It was small, barely visible, but Marcus felt it travel through the chair. He straightened up, addressing the room again.
"Here's how it works, gentlemen. I spin. When she stops, you get thirty seconds. Heads means mouth. Tails means pussy. You both thrust for the full thirty, no stopping, no slowing down, no pulling out early because you're about to blow. The goal is not to cum, if you do, you're out. First man to deposit his load in her pussy ends the round. After that, when her ass lands on you, dealer's choice—pussy or asshole—for whoever's still standing."
"And if we can't decide who her ass is pointing at?" Devin asked, grinning.
"Easy decision, the man on the left takes her pussy, while the man on the right fucks her asshole at the same time. The man who lands heads still fucks that pretty face."
A ripple of laughter moved through the shadows. Rafael, standing at the far edge of the semicircle with his arms crossed over his chest, didn't laugh. His dark eyes tracked the chair's slow rotation, calculating angles, probabilities, the physics of the spin. He was already thinking three rounds ahead.
"Minimum two cocks per spin," Marcus continued. "If you're gonna play, you're gonna participate. No spectators jerking off in the corner. You want in, you get in."
"What if she taps out?" someone asked from the back.
Marcus glanced down at Carley. Her fingers had relaxed slightly on the chair's edges, and she turned her head just enough to catch his eye. The look she gave him was pure mischief, her blue eyes bright even in the harsh light, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
"She won't tap out," Marcus said. "Will you, sweetheart?"
"Not a chance."
Her voice came out breathless but steady, and the sound of it made several men shift their weight. Devin palmed himself through his jeans, not bothering to be subtle. Rafael's jaw tightened, the only outward sign that he was affected at all.
Marcus grabbed the back of the chair and gave it a hard spin. Carley's body jolted, her thighs clamping down on the leather cushion as the room blurred past her. The spotlight caught the sheen on her skin, the sweat already gathering at the small of her back, the way her pussy lips glistened beneath the thin strip of her thong.
Round and round. The chair squeaked. Someone's breath hitched.
The chair slowed. Carley's hair whipped forward, then settled, and when the spin finally stopped, her head pointed toward a tall man with a beard who was already unzipping his fly. Her tail pointing pointing to a large dark skinned man who's face was all business.
"Thirty seconds," Marcus said. "Go."
The man stepped forward, fisting his cock, already hard, already leaking, while the dark skinned man moved to Carley's glistening lips, framed between the perfect V made by her thighs. He grabbed Carley's hips and buried himself in her mouth without preamble. She gagged once, twice, then adjusted, her throat working around him as he started to thrust. The man's fingers roughly pulled her panties to the side and She gasped around the cock in her throat as a thick head split her lips unceremoniously from behind.
"One," Marcus counted. "Two. Three."
The room watched. Some men stroked themselves through their pants. Others just stared, their eyes locked on the way Carley's lips stretched around the man's shaft, the way her ass rippled as the dark mans cock disappeared, inch by inch, impossibly deeper thrust into her tight little hole.
Devin leaned toward Rafael. "Twenty bucks says he doesn't last fifteen."
Rafael didn't respond. His eyes were on Carley's pussy, on the way her arousal dripped down her inner thigh, catching the light as her lips struggled to stretch.
"Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen—"
The man groaned, his hips flexing with each stroke. Carley's whimpered and groaned around the cock as it ran in and out her mouth, tongue out to give the man easy access to her throat, eyes wide and watering. The countdown ended just in time, precum trailed from his tip and drool dripped from her chin as he pulled his cock from her mouth, Carley gasped for air. She licked her lips, catching what she could. Then her lips pursed in surprise as the large cock was dragged from her tight tunnel with a loud plop, her hole open and pulsing around the sudden emptiness. The the sight made Devin laugh out loud.
Marcus laughed as he stepped behind Carley's freshly fucked and dripping pussy and spread her cheeks to proudly display her gaping hole. "Round and round in circles she goes, she’s dripping and open - ready to go - how much dick can her little pussy take? Shove it inside and stretch her until she knows" Carley shuddered. It was small, barely visible, but Marcus felt it travel through the chair. *God, the way he says it.* Her fingers curled tighter around the edges of the seat, and she pressed her thighs together, suddenly self conscious of how her hole gaped openly in front of her co-workers . *I'm already so wet they'll be able to hear it.* She had been a good girl, sweet and innocent, all of her life; and now she'd taken the second and third cock of her life, at the same time, the one in her pussy a big black cock that her pussy stretched open for and swallowed like a glove, and in front of a cheering crowd of her peers. The thought amused her and she laughed a little as Marcus spun her chair for the second time. "Let's see who's next!" Marcus exclaimed.
The chair spun fast enough to blur the faces, fast enough that Carley's stomach flipped and her fingers dug into the leather again. When it slowed, her head pointed toward a wiry man with tattooed forearms who was already unbuttoning his shirt like he was getting paid for it. Her tail aimed at a broad-shouldered guy in a wrinkled suit who looked like he'd been drinking since noon.
"Two cocks, ladies and gentlemen," Marcus announced. "Thirty seconds each. The goal is not to cum, but you must cum inside of whichever of Carley's holes you're in if you can't last. Carley loves the feeling of fullness when her holes are fucked and filled by cocks and the feeling of her holes being fucked and filled with cum, so that's her goal in this game. No pulling out and cumming on Carley unless you're the last man standing. You have to fuck her with each turn. Can’t cheat to win by not taking your turn ya know? And Carley gets to have her fun by clenching down, squeezing, and trying to make you cum before you want to. Or doing that thing her mouth does that no cock can withstand, and tagging them out that way. Watch out if you're in her pussy and you see her try to gag herself on the dick in her mouth, I won't go into detail but I call this her 'throat grab to pussy grab" phenomenon, and her little cock pocket can suck the semen out of the softest saddest coke dick, that is if you can manage to push your soft rope into her cozy little dick drainer. Anyways, I digress. Last man standing gets to pull out and turn Carley's face into a Jackson Pollock painting. your dick is the paintbrush, her face flawless face is the canvas, and your cum, her tears, and her ruined mascara will be the paint.
Tattoo Forearms stepped up first, grabbed Carley's hair, and yanked her head back. She gasped, mouth opening, and he shoved himself in without ceremony. The angle was brutal—her neck craned, her throat fighting the invasion—but she took it. She always took it. That was the thing about Carley. She'd been taking it since the first time Marcus bent her over his desk three months ago and told her she was going to be his good little project. 4 cocks now, thought Carley.
The second man didn't waste time either. He pulled her thong down to her knees, spread her cheeks with both hands, and drove into her pussy with a grunt that sounded almost angry. Carley's whole body jolted forward, her tits pressing hard against the chair back, the leather squeaking under her weight.
"Ten seconds gone," Marcus said. "Twenty left."
Carley's eyes watered. Her jaw ached. But her hips—her hips were already rolling, meeting the second man's thrusts with a rhythm she couldn't control. Her body had learned this language fast. Three months ago she'd been a virgin who blushed when Marcus looked at her too long. Now she was bent over a boardroom chair with two cocks inside her, from one cock ever to five cocks inside of her in two spins of a chair, and her pussy was making sounds she'd never heard before.
Slut. The word echoed in her head, and she hated how it made her clench harder around the second man's shaft. Her pussy clenched, spilling cream down his length. He noticed. Of course he noticed.
"Shit, this one's soaking," he said, his voice thick. "What the fuck, Marcus? You said she was new to this."
"She's full of surprises."
Carley's cheeks burned. She thought about her mother's voice, the church choir, the promise ring she'd worn until she was twenty-two. She thought about the way Marcus had looked at her that first night, like she was something worth keeping. You're mine now, he'd said. Every part of you. I'll teach you what you're for.
She hadn't known he meant this.
The tattooed man's cock twitched in her mouth, stroked himself with her tongue twice more, and came in her mouth. Ropes of it hit her cheeks, her tongue, her throat, and dripped from her lips. She didn't flinch. She'd learned not to flinch.
"That's time," Marcus said. "Next spin"
As Carley came to a stop a broad-shouldered man shoved the tattoo guy aside and took his place at Carley's head. Another man she couldn't see moved behind her and she felt fingers spreading her pink lips wide, the sensation of cold air hitting deep inside of her stretched and open hole, she tried to look back and see who sixth ever cock would be, but Carley barely had time to catch her breath before her mouth was full again, and the man behind her was already slamming into her pussy without checking if she was ready.
She was ready. Her body was always ready now.
The dress straps slid down her shoulders—someone yanked them, she didn't know who—and her tits spilled out, swinging with every thrust. The spotlight caught the bounce, the way her nipples tightened despite everything, the sheen of sweat across her skin. She heard a low rumble of approval from the shadows.
"Look at those titties," Devin said. "Jesus, Marcus. Where'd you find her?"
"Found her in a coffee shop. She was reading a Bible."
Laughter rippled through the room. Carley's chest heaved, her tits swaying, and she closed her eyes. She remembered the coffee shop. She remembered Marcus sitting across from her, quoting poetry, touching her hand like she was made of glass. She remembered thinking he was going to be her husband. Her first. Her only.
He'd taken her virginity on a Friday. By Monday, she was giving him blowjobs in the parking garage. By Wednesday, he had convinced her to let two business men watch as he fucked her in his office and taste her pussy off his cock until he came in her open mouth, lips and chin. The men jerked their cocks off while touching her tits. Marcus said she could help him "close an important deal" and they needed to "inspect the closer" before they commited, and By Friday, she was here.
"Fifteen seconds," Marcus called. "You're doing good, sweetheart. Take them deeper."
Carley moaned around the cock in her mouth, a vibration that made the man groan. She drove herself backward onto the other man's thrust, and her pussy made a wet, sloppy sound that filled the room. Pre-cum, her own juice, everything coated him. Each inch of his cock slid out slick and shiny, capturing the light.
"That's my girl," Marcus said softly. Only she heard him.
The timer hit thirty. The men pulled out. Carley gasped, her chest heaving, her face streaked with come and drool. The chair spun again before she was ready.
Six. Seven. She lost count. New cocks, new hands, new grunts in her ears. Her dress was gone now—torn off or yanked away, she couldn't remember. Her tits bounced free, her whole body on display, and every time she thought she couldn't take another dick, another one was already inside her.
Her pussy was a mess. Slick, swollen, stretched. She could feel it gaping every time a man pulled out, and she hated how good it felt. Her hips kept rocking, kept meeting them halfway, driven by something that had nothing to do with her brain.
Then a man she didn't know—bearded, quiet, maybe forty—buried himself in her pussy and didn't pull out. She felt the pulse first. Then the heat. Then the spurt, thick and deep, flooding her insides while he groaned like he'd won something.
"What the—" someone started.
But Carley was already gone.
The orgasm hit like a freight train. Her whole body locked, then shook, a shuddering mess of pleasure and shame that tore through her from her cunt to her teeth. She screamed into the leather, her nails raking the chair, her toes curling in her heels.
"Holy shit," Devin said. "Did she just—"
"She came from getting filled," Marcus said. "That's a first. Dealer's choice now. If you don't like sloppy cum-coated pussy, you can fuck her ass instead"
Carley shuddered through the aftershocks, her pussy pulsing and dripping cum down her thighs, and she barely registered when the chair spun again. When it stopped, her tail pointed at a man in a fitted t-shirt who looked like he spent more time in the gym than the office.
Marcus smiled. "Your call, boss man"
The man didn't hesitate.
Carley's eyes went wide. She looked at Marcus, panic bubbling up for the first time all night. "Wait—"
"Relax." Marcus walked over, ran a hand through her hair, leaned down to her ear. "You knew this was coming. You don't get to tap out now."
"But I've never—"
He pressed his thumb to her lips. "I know. That's why it's special. Look at them. They don't know you're a sweet little virgin girl. They think you're a cock-hungry slut. And that's okay. That's what I made you."
The man was already behind her, spitting on his cock, spitting on her asshole. No preamble. No warning. He pressed the head against her tight ring and pushed.
Carley screamed.
It wasn't pleasure. Not yet. It was fire, tearing, the feeling of being split in half by something too big for her body. She clawed at the chair, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts.
"Shit, she's tight," the man grunted. "Tighter than her pussy."
"Stretch her."
He did. He drove in another inch, then another, ignoring the way she cried out, ignoring the tears that ran through her mascara, giving her the look of a feral racoon. Someone laughed. Someone said, "Fuck, look at her take it." Her tits swung wild beneath her, her body pinned between the chair and the cock buried in her ass.
Carley sobbed. Her pussy, still filled with another man's come, contracted, dripping, and she felt like the world had split open. Her mother's voice, her church, her old life—all of it burned up in the spotlight while a stranger fucked her virgin asshole in front of twenty men.
Marcus watched. He didn't blink.
"Fifteen seconds," he said. "Make it count."
The man behind her didn’t ease up.
He drove forward with a grunt, and Carley’s whole body tried to crawl away from him. Her knees slid on the leather. Her hands scrambled for the chair’s edges and found nothing but slick chrome. The spotlight burned down on her back, on the sweat pooling in the dip of her spine, on the place where her ass stretched around him like a rubber band about to snap.
“Fuck,” she choked. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“Shut up and take it,” the man said. "Aren't you supposed to have a dick in your mouth like a good little slut?" The man who'd landed heads with Carley's spin had stepped back in awe watching this tiny beauty's impossibly small asshole swallow it's first cock. Watching her face contort, her fresh young body squirm and shudder in pain, her virginity lost to a stranger, her ass bounces beautifully, balls to butt cock buried in her newly opened back door, burning as she's broken in. Her hands white as they clutched the chair back with desperation. Her chest was pushed entirely over the chair back by the force of the fucking, her tits swaying violently with the Rhythm of her reaming. Carley mouth started to let out another sobbing cry but it was quickly muffled as he remembered his job and his cock slipped easily past her open lips to gag her throat. "mmmmffff, mmmmfff, mmmfff" and "thwak, thwak, thwak" were her new sounds as the cock in her mouth muffled her sobbing cries . The "thwak", the rythmic sound made with each thrust into her elevated ass. From behind, her pussy, wide open squirming below her cock filled asshole, makes a wet sound as his balls slapped into the thick stream of semen oozing from her freshly fucked-open hole, still gaped wide, a testament to Carley and the multiple cocks she'd let inside of her. She wanted to be stretched and filled and find the answer to Marcus's question "Round and round in circles she goes, she’s dripping and open - ready to go - how much dick can her little pussy take? Shove it inside and stretch her until she knows" She knew it was important that that she helped "close the deal" . She'd expected this game, but had only expected the two businessmen, they had seen her pussy and mouth used before, they had seemed like reserved and safe men, and she thought she could be comfortable with the sacrifice of servicing their cocks with her mouth and even her pussy if she had to. This was too many players for a game like this and a girl like her, and she hadn't expected the "extra stages", but it was too late and she couldn't let Marcus down. He believed in her, she loved him, and she trusted him to know what's best for her.
Marcus called "time" and suddenly, just as callously as he'd shoved his cock into her virgin asshole, he yanked it out, leaving both of her holes empty and gaping for all to see. She didn't have time to think or let the shame sink in as Marcus spun her again, heads or tails open and ready for the next players to fill as they pleased.
"I like my pussy fresher than this cum filled cock whores stretched out fuck bucket. No sloppy seconds for me" The words lashed sadness and shame like a whip into Carley's core as the bravado she'd been clinging too was replaced with the thoughts of how ashamed her mother would be that her little girl was a cock craving slut who's holes were open and ready to be filled by 20 strangers, one after another. Then dread sunk in as she recognized the voice of the man who planned to use her nearly virgin asshole over her used up pussy. His words felt even more unfair since he had been the first man to call tails and stretch out her near virgin cunt with his big cock. He was the main reason she was so stretched, open, and used in the first place. He was the dark man with the serious face and the even more serious big, black, and thick cock. "That's about 12 inches girthy thickness, coming your way Carley. Reach back and spread your cute little cheeks for us. Show us that that slightly stretched asshole that this bbc is going to fill so full for you. we all want to see it make it's way inch by inch into your petite little frame and tell us how far up you can feel that throbbing head in in your anus."
Carley's mouth opened to plead with Marcus, to not let this man put that 12 inches of hard cock in her, that her ass was too small, that her body was too small. That she would be broken. However, her plea never got out, for as soon as her mouth opened to let them out, the hard cock of the man who'd landed Carley's "heads" for this round, slid into her parted lips and held it in her mouth until she looked up and locked her beautiful blue eyes on his. His slate blue piercing eyes looked intently into hers. They were a perfect shade of blue, like the sky, and warm and inviting, but also wide with a look of shocked sadness, and fear. Fresh tears welled up and ran through her smeared mascara and streaked down her already tear stained cheeks. "You're such a beautiful girl Carley, even like like you are just now, with tears in your eyes and running down your cheeks, mascara ruined and smeared, and my cock in your warm mouth and your perfectly shaped lips wrapped around my shaft - you're beautiful in this exact moment. Beautiful in this moment as the dark mans thick fingers slip into your slightly parted asshole, two pulling in opposite directions to spread your hole wide. You're so beautful as your eyes wince in pain and I feel your gasp of suprise around my cock. Still beautiful as you hear the noise and then feel the sensation of the mans saliva as he spits into your spread hole, a hole you never thought would be opened, and drips down your walls, Beautiful as I look into your eyes and watch fresh tears of fear, shame, and pain well there as the you feel three of the mans fingers push roughly past your open ring to slide knuckle deep as the walls of your anus stretch to fit them. You're still beautiful as he pulls his fingers out to leave your asshole clenching on emptiness, your eyes widen in surprise at the sudden loss, wince at the burn of the rough movement, and then wince, gasp and cry as your spit lubed hole is filled and stretched by the 3 fingers once again. "Oh Carley, you're such a good girl, spreading your cheeks, to show off the holes you let us open up and fill with our cocks, all to make sure our deal could close. You're such a good girl taking a cock at each end, your perfectly formed tiny frame rocking forward and back in tandem with the dicks thrusting in and out of your beautiful and seemingly innocent lips and mouth and your once perfectly formed, small and tight pussy, lips the perfect shade of pink that part just slightly enough, just enough to see the glistening wetness of your moist hole when your legs are spread wide open, pussy displayed proudly for your coworkers to see. Your mouth no longer seemingly innocent, but it's still beautiful being used for it's purpose as cock after cock is warmed and wet by your gurgling throat, cleaned and caressed by your soft tongue, and wrapped by the suction of your perfect lips. Your pussy no longer perfect, small, tight, but used up, gaped open and leaking cum, your lips no longer perfectly pink and slightly parted, but red swollen, stretched wide with use by multiple cocks thrusting in and out of it over and over again. Perfect, because it's finally being used for what it was made for, being fucked and filled with hard cocks and fucked and filled too full with hot cum that drips and leaks out of your lips and off your clit.
You're beautiful even now as you begin to sob around my cock in your mouth, as you feel the dark mans cock dip into your wide stretched pussy, spooning the cum from your leaking hole to lube his thick throbbing head. You're beautiful even now as he places the cum covered tip of his cock at the tiny entrance to your asshole and pushes 8 inches of thick cock in one sinking thrust.
His voice was low. Unimpressed. The dark man—the one with the fitted tee and the gym-built shoulders and the face that hadn’t cracked a smile all night—claimed her ass with the same expression he’d worn when he’d walked into the boardroom. Like this was just another set. Another rep. Another thing to finish.
He pulled back until just the head stayed inside her, then slammed home again.
Carley screamed.
Not the pretty kind. Not the practiced kind she’d learned to make for Marcus when he wanted an audience. This one tore out of her throat raw and ugly, and it made several men in the shadows shift their weight. Someone muttered, “Jesus Christ.” Someone else laughed.
Devin leaned closer to Rafael. “She’s gonna split in half.”
Rafael said nothing. His eyes moved from Carley’s face to the dark man’s hands to the way her asshole clenched around every inch. Calculating. Always calculating.
Marcus walked a slow circle around the chair. He watched the dark man fuck her ass with the same calm he’d use to review a quarterly report. “Twenty seconds,” he said. “You’re doing good, sweetheart. Breathe through it.”
Breathe through it. Carley wanted to laugh. She wanted to spit. Instead she sucked in a quick breath around the cock in her mouth as it pulled out momentarily, that hitched halfway down and came back out as a moan, just as the cock pushed back in.
Because it didn’t hurt anymore.
That was the worst part. The fire had burned itself out, and now there was only pressure—heavy, full, impossible pressure—and the obscene slide of his cock moving through her shit-tight ring like he owned it. Her pussy dripped beneath her, still leaking another man’s cum, and every time the dark man bottomed out, his balls slapped against her clit.
Her body didn’t care about shame. Her body was already rolling back to meet him.
“Look at that,” Devin said. “She’s pushing back. Little slut’s pushing back on it.”
“She’s a natural,” Marcus said.
The dark man grabbed her hips harder. His fingers dug into the soft flesh above her ass, and he picked up speed. Not frantic. Not sloppy. Just relentless. Each thrust was measured, deep, the kind of stroke that made Carley feel like she was being hollowed out and filled at the same time.
“Twenty seconds,” Marcus called.
Carley’s tits swung under her, nipples scraping the leather seat. Her hair was stuck to her face. Mascara ran in black streaks down her cock filled cheeks. She looked like a wreck. She felt like one. And still, when the dark man reached around and pressed two fingers to her clit, she bucked like she’d been shocked.
“Oh, God—”
“Not God,” the dark man said. “Just me.”
He rubbed tight circles while he fucked her ass. Carley’s vision went white at the edges. Her mouth opened around a sound that wasn’t a word. Her pussy clenched around nothing, then squirted a thin stream of fluid down her thighs, mixing with the cum already there.
“She’s coming,” someone said. “She’s fucking coming from a cock in her ass.”
Marcus smiled. “Told you. Natural.”
The dark man didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. He fucked her through the orgasm like it was nothing, like her convulsing body was just resistance he had to push past. Carley sobbed around the cock thrusting into the back of her throat. Her nails scratched at the leather. Her ass burned and stretched and took him anyway.
“Twenty-five,” Marcus said.
The dark man’s rhythm broke. His breath went ragged. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise.
“Don’t you dare pull out,” Marcus said. “Claim it.”
The dark man grunted. Drove in one last time, all the way, until his pelvis was flush against her ass. Carley felt him pulse. Felt the heat flood her insides. Felt the thick, heavy spurts of cum paint her rectal walls while he held her there, twitching, emptying himself into a hole that had never been touched before tonight.
He leaned over her back. His sweat dripped onto her spine. “There,” he said, quiet enough that only she could hear. “Now you’re mine.”
Carley couldn’t answer. Her throat was raw. Her ass was full. Her pussy was still dripping another man’s load onto the chair. She just lay there, cheek pressed to leather, while the dark man pulled out slow and let the room see the mess he’d made.
Someone whistled. Devin clapped. Rafael finally blinked.
Marcus moved to the front of the chair and tilted Carley’s chin up with one finger. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, rimmed red.
“Still with me?” he asked.
She swallowed. Nodded. Didn’t trust her voice.
“Good.” He let go and spun the chair again. “Because we’re not done.”