SAMANTHA
At that moment, I was grateful for Leslie.
Her motives were not transparent. It much was obvious that she was angling for Jayce's favor. She wanted to be the one he noticed, the one he chose and the one he took back to his quarters.
She had been looking for a way to grab their attention ever since. She was just lucky Molly wasn't here....
Anyways, at least she had removed a lot of load and attention from me. I couldn't be more grateful. I let out a sigh of relief.
The other sex slaves eyed Leslie with jealousy and bitterness. I could see it in their faces. The way their lips pressed together. The way their eyes narrowed. The way their hands tightened around their dildoes.
They also wanted Jayce's attention...but they were too timid to approach him, yoo scared of rejection and too afraid of what might happen if he said no. They were scared of the stigma and the aftermath.
Leslie had no such fears. She was fierce and shameless.
