Chapter Fifty-Three

CAL

oBITCHuary: What's your favorite fantasy?

McMonster: You, taking it from behind while I fuck you so hard against my chef station your pelvic bones almost snap.

oBITCHuary: Dirtiest fantasy?

McMonster: Same thing, but we accidentally spill lukewarm bone broth all over ourselves. That shit stinks.

McMonster: Your turn.

oBITCHuary: You, fucking me in a recording room.

McMonster: Into it. Why a recording room?

oBITCHuary: Because that means that I've made it.