that. You’re good. Come on.” I pushed him out the door and told him not to lock it. Herded him up the stairs and into my room, where he took in the sight of Cricket, naked, splayed on the bed, and still out cold.
“What the fuck, man?”
“She passed out. I don’t know what the hell her problem is. Maybe she slipped a Molly while we were walking or before I picked her up? I don’t know, but she can’t be here. Take her to your room.”
“ My room?”
“You deaf? Yeah. Take her to your room. Take care of her ‘til she wakes up.”
“Why me?”
“Cause you’re the prospect, shithead. No more arguments. Get ‘er outta here.”
I could hardly wait for him to get her dressed. But we finally got her clothes more or less on. Enough to cover her, anyway. He picked her up like a baby, across both arms, and then realized she wouldn’t fit through the doorway like that. He shifted and heaved her over his shoulder, then walked out and easily carried her down the stairs as I watched. At the bottom, he disappeared under the walkway I stood on, and into his room.
I considered going out and snagging another chick. It was early, only about ten. Which led me to wonder what the prospect had been doing in bed already. But it was my luck he had been. Just weird.
The whole evening had been weird. I hoped it wasn’t the start of a trend. We needed this to go as usual, no hiccups. As much as I hated to go back to the Dust Devils, it was clear now more than ever that we wouldn’t make it on our own. We’d just have to get enough of the members on our side about the business ventures. Being short of cash sucked. This shitty motel was a case in point. We should have better.
Flat on my back in the lumpy bed, staring at the ceiling and nursing my blue balls with more weed, I decided then and there to stay away from the freak downstairs. That kind of hassle wasn’t even worth the ache in my groin, much less the paranoia. I didn’t need that. I gave the prospect some thought that made me laugh. I wondered if he’d fuck her even passed out like that. I’d give good money to see that disrespectful little shit try to fuck a limp dishrag like that.
After that, I wondered if the Devils thought he’d make a good substitute for me in the videos. I’d seen enough to know he had a face that would please the women, and his body was toned. Whether his dick was a match for mine remained to be seen, and I didn’t want to think about another dude’s dick right now.
I was as tired as I’d ever been after the ride and the unfulfilled sex. Relaxed from the weed, I drifted off to sleep and had uneasy dreams about someone with a bigger dick than mine fucking my harem in the studio.
Zach
T he Bug girl was curled up in my bed, still sound asleep despite my manhandling her down the stairs and into my room. What the hell had Jake done to her, anyway? I sat on the straight chair that was the only other piece of furniture in the room and watched her.
I hadn’t been asleep long when Jake woke me, but I was just beginning to wrap my head around what he’d done to me. The girl was going to have a shit fit when she woke up in my room instead of his. No way she wouldn’t scream bloody murder. When she did, I’d better have a plan for handling it, or there’d be hell to pay.
My plan started with not being in bed with her when she woke up. Which meant I wasn’t going to get much sleep, unless she woke soon and I could get her back where she belonged, or at least cut her loose and get her out of here. Not that I would mind if she decided she wanted to stay.
Fuck, for all I knew, she might have wanted to take on the whole club, one at a time or in groups. Somehow, her looks didn’t match that scenario, though. She was too wholesome.
She was a looker, even if my perception of her was dimmed by the knowledge that she’d gone with Jake on the strength of a chance meeting and a few words. The idea it wasn’t typical for her wouldn’t
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