Who: Lila and Damon Where: Lila's room When: late evening Warnings: Damon, and also Lila (NSFW)
It had been a decent enough day, all things being equal. Damon couldn’t complain about much, and if he had, it would have been the same complaint each time: he wasn’t getting laid right that second. Such was life. He’d been wandering around the bottom level of the house for a while; he’d spent time in the study picking out random books and marking them with very faint notations such as go to page 48, then go to page 553 and so on. Slightly juvenile, but it had amused him. He’d read a few pages from a Hawthorne book and then shelved it for another time. Too much reading at one time wasn’t his thing.
In the billiards room he liberated a bottle of Grand Marnier and a couple of glasses and decided to head upstairs to see if his lovely neighbor was around. He was quite impressed with her thus far and wouldn’t be averse to spending time with her. Simms had tapped that… maybe he could at some point. He was as crazy as Simms even if he didn’t show it most of the time. There was that.
Once at Lila’s door, he rapped on it with the bottom of one glass. That helped when you didn’t have a free hand.
Lila had just gotten out of a hot bubble bath when she heard the knock at her door. She didn't get many visitors, and with Simms locked up, Lila was betting it was someone else from ExB. Lila was fairly certain it wouldn't be Lennon. The guy was too wrapped up in self pity to have noticed an opportunity staring him in the face. So Lila wrapped her towel around her body and walked over to open the door. She didn't smile at Damon until her eyes landed on the liquor bottle in his hand.
"So apparently you know the way into my bedroom too," she said, stepping back so Damon could enter if he wanted to. And she was betting he did. "How's your face?" Lila had watched the feed where Simms had grabbed Damon and yanked him into the cell bars. It was the first time in a while that she had laughed and meant it. Lila hadn't been sure what part she enjoyed the most. Damon provoking Simms, or Simms bruising Damon.
Lila in a towel was just what he wanted to see. Maybe he should have been watching the feeds instead of wandering around, but hey, he was here now. He gave her a charming smile and elbowed the door closed behind him. “Any way I can get in is good by me,” he said. “Thought I’d see if you’d like a nightcap.” He crossed the room to set the bottle and glasses on the table near her window and then turned to gaze at her. “My face is just fine,” he said in answer to her question. “A little bruised, but I think it adds character. It was worth it.”
Damon uncapped the bottle and poured a liberal amount into each of the glasses and then crossed the room again with them, offering her one.
"I won't say no to that." Lila was fairly certain that Damon knew she would never turn down a drink, but she didn't mind it. At least he brought her the good stuff. While Damon set the glasses and bottle down, Lila walked over to her dresser to pull out a pair of underwear, and her cotton pajama bottoms and long sleeved t-shirt. She set the clothes on her bed and dropped her towel to get dressed, not minding what Damon could see. She knew he had camera feeds, the same as everyone else in ExB, and Lila was sure he had probably seen her naked in her room before anyway.
"Provoking Simms seems to be the house's favorite hobby right now," Lila said. "I wish he hadn't pushed too far so soon. Who knows if he'll ever be getting out of there." They could have gotten into a lot of trouble together, and now Lila wasn't sure what was going to happen. It was a pity.
Damon spent a fair amount of time watching people get naked on the cams, and anyone from ExB would know that if they watched him. Lila was a favorite, right up there with Cecilia, Oliver, Felix and Chase. He was appreciative of the in person show he received, although he would have preferred she stay in the towel or out of it instead of putting on more clothes. He shrugged a shoulder at the mention of Simms, then sipped from his glass before saying, “He shoulda known that wouldn’t fly.” By that he meant the attack on Juno. “Unless he was gonna kill her, I can’t figure out why he’d do that.” It said a lot about the nature of ExB when he didn’t seem nonplussed by the thought of Simms killing one of their housemates.
Lila slipped on her underwear and shirt, but left her pants on her bed for the time being. She took the glass Damon offered instead and took a sip. "I wonder how many of us have actually killed someone," Lila said. "And I'm not just talking about our little side experiment participants. But maybe Simms attacked her because he wanted to. That could just be who he is. I think he was just trying to scare her anyway. Juno is a rather easy target." Lila shrugged and then brought her glass to her lips again, smiling up at Damon. "But then again, so is Simms. It didn't take you very long to get him to snap."
“That would be interesting to know,” Damon said to her musing about who had killed. He really wished he knew the answer to that question for sure. He’d heard and read things others thought were private, but who would come out with the news that they’d murdered someone else? Not many. The Grand Mariner was just right, and he took a long swallow. “She’s carryin’ a little knife now,” he said. “I talked to her in the craft room while she was making a sheath for it. Good for her.” People who fought back were much, much more interesting. At the mention of Simms being an easy target, Damon grinned at her. “Didn’t take much at all,” he agreed. “All I had to do was offer him a blowjob. Makes me wonder what he’s repressing.”
If Simms had figured out how to operate the cams and watch past footage, he’d see all kinds of things. Damon wondered if the guy had seen him and Maddie consummating the bet for two hours afterward. If he had, he’d know Maddie wasn’t the dainty little flower she wanted him to think she was. Not that he cared that much about any of it, of course.
"She was in the craft room, making a sheath for her knife," Lila said, laughing.. "I suppose every woman wants her knives to be fashionable, right?" Lila knew it was more a safety thing, but she didn't care. After another sip of her drink, Lila sighed. "I'm bored. I had drinks and played darts with Lennon, but he wasn't terribly interested. I think he was at least willing to give me the benefit of the doubt about the map fiasco with Chase."
“One of her boys told her not to talk to me, ‘cause I’m a creep,” Damon said, waggling his eyebrows. “I hope she tells him.” He’d love to see Jack get all self-righteous about it when Damon hadn’t done anything the least bit objectionable. He leaned a touch closer to Lila when she sighed and complained about boredom and the kid not going for it. “I’d fuck him ‘til he was walkin’ sideways,” he commented. All that kid needed was a deep dicking in his opinion, and he’d love to deliver it. Not that that was likely. “I’d bet he’d reconsider when he ain’t pissing blood from getting the fuck beat out of him the other day.” He didn’t know that for sure, given how much Lennon seemed to be mooning over Maddie’s little pet project, but who could resist a woman as hot as Lila forever?
He smiled, using his free hand to very gently tug at a wavy lock of Lila’s long hair. “And ya know, I’m around if you want some entertainment.”
"You're a creep because you like sex." Lila tsked and shook her head. There were some uptight people in the house, for sure. As far as she could tell, Damon had only had sex with people who were willing. He wasn't ashamed to talk about sex, or what he liked, and it put people off, causing them to clutch their pearls, aghast. Lila didn't really understand it. She shrugged softly and took another, longer, drink from her glass. "I wasn't expecting to get screwed on the pool table," she explained. She waved her hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter." She didn't feel like dwelling on Lennon. He wasn't there with Grand Marnier, Damon was. Lila smirked at him softly. "I would much rather hear what kind of entertainment you think you could provide."
“Evidently,” Damon said dryly to her comment. “Also, I say whatever the fuck I please. People ain’t too fond of that either.” Of course, he wasn’t the only one with a big mouth around here. Chef Jack had screwed his chances of getting with Kate again, and Damon wasn’t forgetting that one. There would be a lot of people on the outs around here if everybody had access to private messages and camera feeds like ExB did, Damon felt sure. He was fine with changing the topic to himself and Lila, because that could be more potentially rewarding. He chugged down the last of his drink and watched her, keeping his gaze mostly on her face. He’d seen her tell Lennon she’d been a stripper, and he could believe it. That body was magic, and she had beauty to go with it. That didn’t always happen; he’d seen some fucking ugly strippers in his time.
“Whatever you like, I bet I could deliver,” he said. “Standard up to very creative. Ever reenacted the Kama Sutra? Ridden a dude’s face for an hour? I’m your guy.” He licked his lips as if to prove a point.
Lila tilted her head to study Damon, her nail tapping softly against the glass she held. "You know, it's one thing for a guy to say he'll go down on you for an hour... it's another for him to actually be good at it. That combination is a true rarity." Lila downed the rest of her drink before turning away to walk over and set the glass down on the bedside table. Then she sat and scooted back onto the mattress, watching Damon expectantly. She hadn't yet put on her pajama pants, so what the hell, why not. It was probably bound to happen sooner or later.
Damon was a rare bird. It was very uncommon for him not to be able to please someone with oral, whether it be a guy or a girl. “Lotta people promise and don’t deliver,” he agreed, setting his own glass down next to hers That wasn’t him, though. He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, and at Lila’s tacit invitation he stripped them off; he wasn’t the least bit body-shy. Going commando had its benefits. Next he approached the fancy bed, noting that it had a headboard that could be grasped. Very nice. He peeled Lila’s panties off and tossed them aside so he could push her legs up and dive between them with his face, arranging himself on the bed in such a way that his ass was in glorious view for any lucky observers who might be watching him on cam. He’d warm her up this way and then see if she wanted to switch: him on his back, her above him grasping the headboard and moving how she wanted to move.
The glass of alcohol had already begun to warm her and Lila wished she had poured another glass to enjoy while Damon was between her legs. She stayed propped up by her elbows for the first first moments, just to watch the top of his dark head move, but once the pleasure began to lick its way down her spine, Lila lowered herself onto her back, her eyes closing. She honestly didn't care who might see on the cams. It wasn't like ExB could keep any bedroom secrets from one another. Simms might watch, but Lila doubted he would care. She enjoyed fucking him, but he was locked up in town and currently unavailable. And it seemed like Damon did know what he was doing. At least with his tongue.
It didn't take Lila long to shove one hand into his hair, gripping the dark strands tightly to keep him still whenever he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Lila had never been shy about getting what she wanted in bed, and she had a feeling Damon was the same way. Hopefully it would prove to be beneficial to them both before the night was over.
Damon never got tired of this. It made him hard to the point of bursting to find the best angles, lick, suck, get a woman hot and wet and crazy. The taste of it, the smell of it… it was all good as far as he was concerned. He happily followed her unspoken cues, liking her fingers in his hair tugging him, directing him. Soon enough he had two fingers inside her, pressing, searching even as he stroked her clit with his tongue, looking for a speed and rhythm that would incinerate her.
Lila had imagined she would lay there for a while, bored, directing Damon as needed, but he definitely seemed to know what he was doing. She was breathing heavily in no time, her hips lifting from the bed to press herself against his mouth. She kept her hand in his hair, just for something to hold onto. Her free hand rested against her breast before she reached out to grip the blanket. When Damon began to stroke her using his fingers, Lila finally moaned, her toes curling. At least Damon had already offered her an hour, because she for damn sure wasn't going to let him leave anytime soon.
Damon had tons of practice at this, and yet Lila struck him as a woman not easily impressed. It was gratifying to him to hear and feel his effect on her. Hell, he’d keep it up longer than an hour if needed. He could do this all night. Sure, he’d like to get his eventually, but even if he just jerked off on her tits, he’d be happy. Speaking of, she needed that shirt off. Maybe he’d address that in a few. He didn’t want to stop what he was doing until either she came or he found an opportune moment to see if she wanted to switch positions.
At the moment, Lila had no plans to move. She was sure that they would get to actual fucking eventually, but right now, she was exactly where she wanted to be, with Damon exactly where he needed to be. At some point, Lila's other hand found its way into Damon's hair. She moved against him without shame, aware of what kind of friction she needed to get off. Damon seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn't mind being used in that manner. It was probably the kind of thing that turned him on. After what felt like ages, in a good way, Lila started to feel that familiar unraveling in her gut, her body arching and reaching for release. Her cries seemed to echo in the otherwise silent room. She gripped Damon's hair and held his mouth against her as she came, her heels pressing into the mattress.
If Damon ever had to die, he’d prefer this as his way to go: being smothered as a woman rode his face. He had begun to feel very slightly light-headed from not getting quite enough air, but that was one of the things he enjoyed about doing this. It had been a while, but that didn’t matter to him. He was loving the feel and sound of Lila completely unraveling. He kept going until he felt her spasms die down, not wanting to risk lessening her climax by stopping too soon. He pulled back enough to breathe once she seemed to be done, gently pulling his fingers out of her. His cock was throbbing, leaking and probably blood red, but they could tend to that soon enough. He turned his head to prompt her to let go of his hair; she might need the reminder after getting off that hard.
Oh, good, he stayed exactly where he was supposed to stay. Lila hated it when guys pulled away at the first sign of an orgasm, thinking they were heroes and not realizing that they needed to see it through until she said they were done. Once Damon did pull back, Lila panted softly and released his hair. Though she didn't want to move quite yet, she still opened her eyes to look at Damon, a soft smirk playing at her lips. She reached for his shoulder to tug at him, wanting to draw him up her body so she could kiss and taste herself on his lips. He wasn't done just yet, but she didn't mind a quick interlude here and there.
Damon used the bend of his arm to wipe his face and slid his way up her body, always enamored of anyone who didn’t mind tasting themselves on his tongue. He wanted to plunge right into her but restrained himself; if she didn’t have a condom, he had one in his jeans pocket. He settled on top of her and kissed her heatedly, then paused to tug at her shirt. “You should take that off,” he murmured. From the looks of it, she had an amazing rack, and he wanted to see it.
Lila ran her hands down Damon's sides before running her nails up his back. His body was solid against hers, and she arched her hips, feeling his arousal hot and hard. At his urging, Lila let him go and reached down to help him get her tank top up and off. There was really nothing like skin on skin contact with another person, especially someone who was halfway decent at sex. She pushed the tank top out of the way and kissed Damon again, pressing her body hard against his before pushing her hands to his chest to get him to roll over onto his back.
Yes, the rest of her body was exactly as smoking as he’d thought. Damon was rarely wrong about what women-- or guys, for that matter-- had beneath their clothes. A shudder roiled through him when she pressed herself against him, and when she prompted him to roll over, he went right away, settling himself on his back, his breathing accelerated. This was the most perfect way to spend an evening, or anytime really, he thought as he watched her avidly, waiting for what she’d do next.
Damon's body was so very different from Simms, but not in a bad way. Lila enjoyed variety in her life, and that included lovers. With Damon on his back now, Lila shifted onto her knees and looked him over, her lips quirking into a smirk at the sight of the piercing in his dick. Lila took a moment to wrap her fingers around him and slowly stroke. It would have been only fair to give him some head, but Lila had never been terribly fair. She wanted what she wanted, so after a moment, Lila released him and moved up his body, kissing him hard again before pulling away and straddling his face. He had promised, after all, and she would much rather he get her off again before she let him fuck her.
Damon had expected Lila to reach for a condom from the bedside table, roll it on him, get to riding. That went to show that it didn’t pay to have expectations. Not that it was a problem for him when Lila did what he’d envisioned her doing when they’d started this. He was amused and intrigued by her, and he was smiling as he started in again. Orgasm delay was something he enjoyed playing around with sometimes, so he wasn’t going to complain. He gripped her hips lightly as he sought the places that would make her squirm and writhe.
Lila was well aware of how impatient Damon might be. She had seen, and felt, how hard he was. But she was in no hurry to give him any satisfaction. She gripped the headboard and closed her eyes, a pleased sort of smile crossing her lips. If she could get two, maybe three, orgasms out of this encounter, it would be well worth it. And it would probably make her want to let Damon into her room again in the future. Lila moved her hips in time with Damon's tongue, gasping softly as her body warmed and reacted, sending a shiver down her spine. The vindictive side of her thought about just getting off and sending him on his way, just to see what he would do. But then again, she had never had a dick with a piercing before, and Lila was far too curious now to let him leave without experiencing it. She took her time, unwilling to rush or even fake it to get onto the actual fucking. Lila knew she would make it well worth his wait.
Damon’s favorite type of woman was the one who knew what she wanted and didn’t hesitate in going after it. Sure, the mousy, eager to please ones could be fun sometimes, but all in all they were too easy to take down in whichever way he preferred. He knew Lila would milk this for all it was worth, because that’s what he would have done. His intuition told him they were a lot alike in that way. So he lost himself in what he was doing, ignoring his throbbing cock, content for his world to be temporarily reduced to the space between Lila’s legs. Fantastic legs they were, too.
Lila was definitely not the kind of woman eager to please, especially not sexually. She knew what she liked, and generally, she knew what men wanted. Most of the time, she had no qualms about giving it to them, but not because she wanted to please them. She just wanted to control them, and sex was always about control. Okay, so pleasure was part of it. She was caught up in it now, her head falling back against her neck as she rolled her hips, working up a frantic rhythm. Lila released a choked sort of cry when she finally came again, her knees pressing into the pillows beneath Damon. She didn't move right away, but held onto the headboard as she panted and worked on regaining her breath.
Lila was what one of Damon’s janitor friends had termed an HMU-- High Maintenance Unit. Yeah, okay, she was, but to him it was worth it. He was already thinking about watching this later, seeing the movements she made that he could only imagine to pair with what he could hear and feel. It wasn’t such a bad place to be, pinned beneath her, his face slicked with her juices. Breathing would be nice at some point, but as long as he didn’t die, he was good. Blindly, he reached up with one hand to palm one breast, using his thumb to gently explore the nipple. Breasts were awesome.
Damon's hand at her breast drew Lila back to the present. She licked her lips and carefully slipped off of Damon. She left him where he was and reached over to tug open her bedside table drawer. She rummaged for a second and found the last of two condoms she had inside. She had taken a small handful awhile back, and used most of them with Simms. Lila straddled Damon's lap and tore open the condom wrapper before expertly rolling it over his cock. Once she finished, she tossed the wrapper to the side and leaned over, placing both hands on either side of his head before she ducked down to kiss him. As she did so, Lila rocked her hips against his erection so he could feel how wet she was for him. "You seem like the type who likes it rough," Lila murmured against his mouth.
Damon exhaled a soft sound as she covered him and then leaned down to kiss him and rock her hips against him. She was swollen and wet and he couldn’t wait to get inside, finally. “Like it any way I can get it,” he said. “But rough’s fine by me.” He pushed his own hips upward, tantalized by how close she was, how easy it would be to slide inside her. He didn’t though, wanting to see what she’d do, how she’d decide to take him in. He was fascinated by how hot she looked, her nude torso over his and long blonde hair spilling down over her shoulders.
Lila knew that was true. She had seen Damon's activities on past feeds, and most recently with Madison. He certainly didn't discriminate. He had probably gotten laid more times than anyone else in the house, save for Chase, although Lila wasn't sure he counted since he had only been with one woman. She nipped at Damon's bottom lip before straightening. Starting to feel impatient now, Lila shifted on her knees and guided Damon into her. She didn't wait to slide down his length, taking him deep. She could feel the piercing, but it didn't feel bad. Different. And she was sure once things really got going, it would feel amazing. Lila took Damon's hands in hers and brought them up to cover her breasts once she began to move. She generally wasn't fond of being touched, unless sex was involved, and she absolutely despised men who just laid there and watched.
However many times Damon had gotten laid, it wasn’t nearly enough. It never was. He definitely wasn’t thinking about that right now, though. It was indescribably amazing when Lila slid onto his dick, just going for it; the sensation pulled a raspy moan from his throat. He had his eyes open just enough to see her as she started to move, eagerly caressing her once she moved his hands. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, gently tugging, trying to enhance the pleasure she was feeling. He wasn’t a guy to play dead, not lazy at all when it came to anything sexual, and he worked his hips beneath her, not moving them enough to put her off her rhythm but attempting to get deeper inside her, exactly where he wanted to be.
God, but that felt good. Lila's eyelids grew heavy the deeper Damon moved inside of her, and her fingers wrapped around his wrists, holding them tightly as he touched her. As she quickened her rhythm, Lila's head fell back against her neck, her hair brushing down her back. She had already come twice, so she was content with taking her time and maybe driving him a little crazy before she focused on another orgasm. Panting softly, Lila opened her eyes and looked down at Damon again before releasing his hands and leaning over to catch his lips in another kiss. She bit rather harshly at his lower lip before covering his mouth with her own, enjoying the lingering taste of herself on his lips.
Damon was starting to get crazy, yeah. Being as into sex as he was, he’d spent time practicing how to last for ages, and he was good at it. Still, it was incredible to be inside her after all that build up. He had his eyes mostly shut, and it was a pleasant surprise when she leaned down to kiss him; he made a guttural sound into her mouth and worked his hips harder, one of his hands twisting into her hair and the other sliding down to cup her ass. She was hot as fuck, and he could only hope this would be the first of many encounters like this.
If she was in the mood for it, this would absolutely happen again. Lila used sex for a multitude of reasons, but she didn't always enjoy herself. She had no real ulterior motive for fucking Damon. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who was easily manipulated by sex, no matter how much he enjoyed it. So this was for pure pleasure, which meant Lila could shut her brain down for awhile and just enjoy it herself. She matched his pace, panting against his mouth as she rode him harder.
Damon also used sex, mostly just because he liked it and had become addicted to it early in life, but it could also be a way to manipulate, to use someone else, to get what he wanted. He was viewing this as enjoyment himself; it was a necessity to have at least a couple of people to turn to for this sort of amusement. Maddie and Lila would do nicely, and of course he was always open to adding others. He moved beneath her, touched her as well as he could at their rapid pace, built toward the finish even as he tried to gauge if she was getting close again. It would be poor etiquette if he came before she did, despite the circumstances.
Lila was close, and she probably would have been annoyed if Damon came before she could, despite the fact that Lila had already gotten off twice already. As it was, she could tell from the way he moved beneath and inside of her that Damon was thrusting his way to the finish line. Lila straightened above him and rode him harder, one hand sliding up his chest to his neck. Without breaking rhythm, Lila pressed her fingers against his throat. She didn't squeeze hard, but certainly pressed her hand to his throat enough for him to feel it. Damon was strong enough to push her away if he wanted to, but Lila had a feeling he would let her do what she wanted. And that bit of dominance and control was enough to send a wave of pleasure through her body, causing her to shiver as she fell over the peak again, her eyes falling shut as a low moan escaped her lips.
Amongst Damon’s erotic experiences was being choked during sex until he nearly passed out, so he didn’t even blink when Lila pushed her hand against his throat. He was close enough that she could have probably stabbed him and it would have been fine; he’d heal, right? He reached behind him with both hands to grab the headboard, letting her do as she would, savoring the heated throb of her body around him. As she finished and began to still, he pushed up hard into her and released, the climax almost dizzyingly strong after the amount of build up he’d had. All his muscles tensed until he was done and he sagged, letting his arms drop to the bed beside him.
Lila waited for Damon to still beneath her before she slipped off of his body to stretch out on the bed beside him. Her body was still hot, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Lila said nothing, but rolled onto her back and closed her eyes as her blood cooled and her breathing slowed. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked over at Damon. “Want another drink?” she asked, planning to pour herself another glass of liquor whether he wanted one or not.
The air in the room against his overheated body felt amazing, and Damon allowed himself a few seconds to come back to reality. He wondered how many people had been watching that, because it had been epic. When Lila spoke, he opened his eyes and glanced over at her. “I’ll never say no to a drink,” he told her, a faint smile quirking his lips upward. Nor would he ever say no to more of that.
Lila supposed ExB would be aware of what happened, but Lila didn’t really care. She didn’t think one could be in ExB and desire any real privacy. She returned Damon’s smile and turned to get up from the bed so she could pour two glasses of the Grand Marnier Damon had brought her. She sat on the edge of the bed and offered Damon his glass, not terribly concerned with her nudity. “So what’s your number now?” Lila asked, smirking softly. “Three?” She knew he had slept with Madison and fucked around with Kate, at least once.
Damon had sat up while she was getting the drinks, and he was also not concerned about being naked. He loved being naked, would in fact do it more often if he had the chance. He smirked at her question. “My number is now four,” he said. “There was another chick here for a while, redhead like Madison. Her intended target was too clueless to notice her, so I worked my way in there once.” He didn’t bother speculating on where those who’d been removed from the experiment went, because what was the point?
“Oh, right. Julia? Something like that. I remember now. Why she would try to target Marco is beyond me. I don’t think he knows he even has a dick. But hey, good for you.” Lila saluted Damon with her glass. “If more people got laid around here, they might be less uptight. Then again, maybe not.” Lila sighed and set her glass down before standing to find her panties and shirt. “You can stay tonight, if you want.” If he preferred to go back to his room, Lila was more than okay with that too.
Damon had thought that maybe Juliet had just wanted the challenge but then hadn’t been quite up to it. At any rate, he thought Lila’s opinion of Marco was spot on. He sipped from his glass, trying to get up the energy to go get rid of the condom. “I’ll hang for a while,” he said. “We could watch some feeds together, drink some more.” He wasn’t the cuddly sort, and he didn’t want to commit to all night, but it wasn’t any hardship to be in Lila’s company.
Lila slipped her shirt on over her head then sat back down to finish off her drink. She was completely fine with Damon hanging around for awhile and then leaving. Like Simms, she could tell Damon wasn’t the clingy type, for which Lila was thankful. It was probably harder to maintain casual relationships with people in this place, so Lila knew she needed to be careful about who she fucked around with. “I’m game for both of those things.” She sipped her drink and smiled at Damon before stretching out beside him. Lila could think of worse ways to spend the evening than hanging around with Damon, drinking and watching in on people’s private moments.