Chapter 4: Catalyst
If you had to die of a stiff dick, the air at the party should be proof I got there first—you could practically choke on the collective boner of a thousand bad decisions and late-racked hangovers. People were rammed into each other like animals squabbling over scraps, while someone somewhere kept yelling “Mashallah!” like it was the drink.
A wild-eyed woman dumped a cocktail on my new, fresh-fit Louboutins, but fuck it. I wouldn’t let it kill my vibe. I took another sip of my drink, dodging broken shit on the floor while a loud laugh jolted through me from across the room. Big cock vibes oozed from it.