I pulled my attention back to Afanas, he gave me that knowing smirk as he continued to lead me in the slow dance.
"Remember when I was training you back at the compound? And I fingered you?"
I blinked at his abruptness.
"Yes..." I said slowly.
"That was great." He grinned.
"No, no it wasn't. My first time being fingered was with a mobster, on a weightlifting set, who proceeded to tell me what a mistake it was after. It was not great."
His steps faltered.
"That was your first time?"
I felt the warmth from the alcohol make its way down my body.
"Yes, it was."
He rolled his eyes, "innocent mother fucker." he lifted me up and set me back on my feet as we danced, he continued talking.
"I would love to f**k you, it would make me an extremely happy mobster. Unfortunately, you belong to
