Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Yeah, but what if she smothers you?” I crack. “You’d die of lack of oxygen and then what would the coroner’s report read? John Doe: nose and mouth clogged with pussy fluid, possible asphyxiation.”
Mike merely shrugs.
“I’d die happy, and that’s all that fucking matters.”
I clink my glass with his.
“Hell yeah, you’re right. Here’s to death by pussy!”
We all clink glasses again, enjoying the camaraderie. After all, Harry, Mike, and I have been buds since meeting at Connecticut College decades ago. After graduation, we moved out here to New York City and now, at forty-five, somehow we all hit the jackpot when it comes to careers. Mike got into real estate development and now owns his own multimillion dollar firm called Macklowe Holdings. Harry used his love of games to develop a blockbuster app called GemPulse, which is something like Tetris but with jewels, and that asshole sold it for a jackpot last year. Meanwhile, I stayed true to my love of finance and now run NN Bank in the city. It’s a nice gig, if stressful at times.
But that’s why meeting up with the guys is key. One of the things that keeps me sane in this go-getter rat race is shooting the shit with my best buds from college, and to be honest, sometimes it’s more than just talk because Harry, Mike, and I like to share. Yes, we like to please women, and sometimes there’s a certain curvy girl who’ll get it simultaneously from all three of us. We don’t share all of our women, of course, but it’s a good time when we find a sassy filly willing to let us use her body to our heart’s content. We always make sure she’s more than satisfied, and hell, sometimes they come back begging for more. So yeah, the three of us might be kinky bastards, but we’re kinky bastards who make our women scream in pleasure too.
But that brings me to why I called this meeting tonight.
“So are you guys enjoying Club Z?” I ask casually. My two buds aren’t even listening because they’re ogling a woman on the other side of the bar, but then I click my fingers and that gets their attention.
“What?” Mark asks rudely. “You’re nowhere near as cute as her.”
I just sigh.
“So, what do you guys think of Club Z? Have you indulged lately?”
That gets my friends’ attention.
“Yeah, I was with that really hot redhead that did the strip tease last week,” Mike grunts. “Shit, she was bangin’.”
“I booked a blonde,” Harry mentions off hand. “The one with the supersize tits. Like I said, I’m going to die happy if she smothers me with those gazongas.”
I cringe because these guys are even more vulgar than usual, but maybe that’s good because I have a particularly vulgar proposition of my own for them.
“Actually,” I say in an off hand tone. “I have an opportunity. You know that bar manager, Benny, the one with the greasy hair? He reached out to me the other day and said he’ll set up a private auction for us. For a woman,” I say.
Mike grimaces.
“I don’t know,” my buddy grunts. “Benny’s pumped full of roids. He’s probably not thinking straight.”
Harry nods.
“Besides, this makes no sense. Is he expecting us to bid against each other?”
I shake my head slowly.
“No, I don’t think so,” I say in a slow tone. “Actually, I know it’s not going to be like that because the three of us will be bidding on which of her hot little holes we want to fuck.”
Harry and Mike’s brows raise.
“One girl,” Harry breathes.
“Three holes,” Mike finishes.
I spin my finger around, pointing to us.
“And three of us. Three holes for three guys.”
My two friends gawk.
“Fuuuuck,” Mike drawls.
“Fuck me three times,” Harry adds. “So can we do the switcheroo? Like I win her ass, but I get to use her pussy too even though you’ve bought it?”
I shrug.
“I don’t know, but I assume so, because who’s to stop you? I’m certainly not going to.”
My friends nod, impressed, but then crinkle their brows.
“Are we sure this is on the up-and-up?” Mike asks. “I mean, this is Benny we’re talking about.”
I nod.
“Yeah,” I say. “I ran that over in my mind, too, but the club does host all kinds of sordid events. Honestly, I’d bet that he’s not really the one setting up the auction. He’s probably just trying to ride someone else’s coattails to weasel in with us and get on our good side. I bet you that he asks one of us for a job afterwards,” I finish.
Mike and Harry nod.
“It won’t work, but if Benny is telling the truth about the auction specifics …” Mike drawls.
“It sounds fuckin’ hot,” Harry finishes. “Fuck it. I’m in.”
“You?” I look at Mike.
My buddy’s smile is wicked and I can practically see the fantasies playing like a movie behind his eyes.