Magical Sex Potion - Chapter 132 The Pizza Party.. Again

Their hands over their mouths, whispering and giggling, Tasha, Tina, and Shelly walked over towards Hammer, the bassist looking like he had died and gone to heaven. Melvin couldn’t read minds, but he knew exactly what was going on in Hammer’s at that instant, the way his eyes lit up seeing three nubile young hotties headed in his direction. The only thing Melvin couldn’t know for sure was the specific positions Hammer had in mind.

“So have any pizza parties lately?” Violet asked, tapping Melvin on the shoulder with a slender finger, the nail painted (naturally) purple. She had a crooked smile on her face, the stud in her nose gleaming in the lights surrounding the mirror.

“Pizza party?” Courtney asked, confused. Melvin gulped. This was exactly where he didn’t want the conversation headed. He knew it had been a mistake to be swooped backstage with Violet and the rest of the girls he’d fucked in the last week: Tasha, Tina, and Bridget… and one voyeur, Shelly, who had watched him fuck Tina. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

“It’s nothing,” Melvin said, a little too quickly. Violet smoothed her frayed skirt, slid off the counter and took Courtney by the wrists, a wry smile on the purple haired woman’s lips. A sick feeling invaded the pit of Melvin’s stomach, but what could he do? Violet flashed Melvin a wicked look and winked before turning back to Courtney.

“Here, let me show you,” she said and led Courtney to one of the couches. Violet sat Courtney down and pulled at the bun holding up Courtney’s hair. Auburn hair unspooled around Courtney’s shoulders, and Melvin felt a pang of lust heat his face. She was so gorgeous. Violet ran a hand through Courtney’s silky hair and licked her lips with a long tongue. Courtney’s eyes were wide, her expression like a deer’s caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi.

Melvin started towards the two of them, opening his mouth to order Violet to stop, to take her hands off Courtney, but Joey Dangerfield’s hand pressed against his chest, stopping him.

“See what happens,” Joey said in a distracted way, unable to take his eyes off Violet and Courtney. Melvin gulped, his throat feeling dry, but he allowed Joey to hold him back. Bridget Briswell was at Joey’s side, her gleaming blue eyes also glued to the two women, her hands unconsciously rubbing Joey’s muscular chest.