He kept repeating it. Over and over. Like a mantra. Like a prayer.
"My clap points... my clap points... my precious clap points..."
Helena's body went 'rigid.'
Her brown eyes widened. The rose metaphorically fell from her mind. Her hand—still wrapped around Viktor's cock with Mira's—suddenly felt like it was holding a live serpent.
'Oh no.'
'Oh no no no no—'
The realization hit her with a cold bucket of ice.
Sweat formed on Helena's brow. On her upper lip. Between her breasts.
Her hand released Viktor's cock like it had burned her.
"I—" Helena's voice cracked. She stood up from Viktor's lap so fast she nearly fell. "I think—I think I need to go pee!"
The excuse was 'terrible.' Transparent. Obvious.
But Helena didn't care.
"Mira—" Helena backed away, her thick thighs trembling. "I just—I'll be right back—I just need to—"
And then she 'vanished.'
Not literally teleported. But she 'ran.'
