Hurricane

Who would have thought?

The leader had gotten Morgan out of the police’s clutches and back into the ballroom with the rest of the detained party. She could still feel watchful eyes on her, clearly suspecting the poor submissive escort of taking out a client, and part of her still expected the police to take her back into custody. 

For now though, she was as free as everyone else that wandered around her. Free to stare at her mask and flinch just slightly when anyone neared.

Moonjo: I'll be waiting for you. Text me when you get in the car.

Morgan: I will.

[Later]

Moonjo: Yes.

Moonjo: Come... I can send someone to pick you up.

Morgan: Okay.

mcmorgan posted to instagram

Moonjo: Long story better not said over text.

Moonjo: You could be with me. Away from buzzing heaters. And with me.

Morgan: Would you tell me if I came over?

Moonjo: Figured I might as well.

Moonjo: Can’t sleep, should be productive.

Moonjo: Something on your mind?

Morgan: Why can't you sleep?

Morgan: You.

Morgan: Hey

Morgan: You doing alright after that blackout?

“Yeah, yeah, something like that.” Seo relaxed a bit - it wasn’t that he was uncomfortable in the outfit that Zayn had picked out for him, but it was just so very unlike him to wear. It was an adjustment. 

“You having fun? It’s hot as fuck out here,” he grumbled, lamenting the terrible heat.

Morgan nodded and pushed her hair away from her face. It really was ungodly hot. “Yeah, it’s been good. I might do a wet t-shirt contest later just to cool off,” she said with a laugh. Nothing like a wet t-shirt contest to make some money and show off her tits. If she cooled off in the process it would be a win-win. “What about you? Glad you came?”

Mali: I guess. BUT its place isn't in my ASS CRACK.

Mali: Then you should just concede that it is indeed of Satan.

@soinzayn: ooooh dumplingssss. i need dick stat tho. i need my fav chef to get on twitter and see me subtweeting him 😥