“Happy to help out in any way I can. It's nice having friends you can count on when life takes... unexpected... turns.”

Sam leaned forward. "Take your own situation, for instance. It sounds as if your evening has taken its own unexpected turn. It's unfortunate when things don't quite go according to plan."

I had to squeeze the table edge when Belle crammed a couple of inches into her throat again.

“Quite unfortunate," Holly agreed quite seriously.

“I almost don't know what to do with myself. I'm afraid what I'd hoped would be a magical night is about to end up nothing but a broken fairytale."

“Tsk, tsk. We can't have THAT now can we?" Sam intoned sympathetically as she briefly glanced around the circle of girls.

“Lucky for you, good friends are always ready and willing to be there for each other."

"You're too kind," Holly replied serenely.

My chest started rising and falling rapidly in time with Belle's bobbing head while she twisted both of her hands around the base of my shaft, each hand twisting in opposite directions.

“Not at all," Sam insisted. "In fact, I think you're exactly the kind of friend we need at a time like this to make tonight into precisely the kind of magical fairytale we've ALL been looking forward to."

“Really? I'm intrigued." Holly Leaned forward and set her elbows on the table. "Exactly what kind of fairytale did you have in mind?"

Sam smirked.

“The kind with a happy ending for everyone."

I groaned as Belle REALLY went to town on my dick, banging her entire head up and down so hard in search of precious Matty-cum that I was surprised she didn't accidentally bang it into the underside of the table. But just before I gave her what she wanted, a new voice cut in, deeply masculine and clearly upset.

“There you are Holly. What the fuck?!?"

ALL the happy orgasmic feelings Left me as a chill went down my spine.

Some kind of “asshole alarm" went off in the back of my mind, and I turned my head to Look up at the new arrival who was standing just behind Alice. Holly rather deliberately avoided looking up at the guy in the "look at me" white tuxedo jacket over black slacks.

I recognized him. His name was Antonio.

And he'd gotten Sam's cherry a long time ago.

“Holly, it's fucking Prom," Antonio complained.

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is for a guy's date to walk away from him during

Prom?”

"I don't give a shit about your embarrassment," Holly muttered, staring straight across the table at Naimh just to give herself someone to focus on. "I'm not coming back."

“Why not?"

“I TOLD you. I have no interest in being your Latest score. You clearly only asked me out Looking to add another notch to your belt."