Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“She’s cute,” I agreed. “Curvy. I like ‘em like that too. And yeah, they usually get examined by the doc. Isn’t her virginity report in there?”
Evan flips through the papers, making a face.
“No, I don’t see it.”
I shrug.
“They must have forgotten then. No worries, a girl like that isn’t going to have been with a team of football players. Come on, she’s got a face like an angel. She’d never hole up in the locker room for messed up play.”
Evan nodded happily hearing my words as Brett cackled. Brett is a great guy, but he’s got depraved tastes, and unfortunately, being a billionaire brings out the worst in him. Often, the man likes multiples, meaning two or three girls at once, if not more, so the football team scenario was a possibility when it came to him.
But to each his own. Currently, Brett was looking over the files on a set of blonde triplets, who if you asked me, looked eerie with their vacant expressions and big, obviously fake tits. But Brett was already licking his lips in anticipation while sizing up their physical measurements.
“Oh yeah,” he cackled again, the frosted tips of his blonde hair spiky like a porcupine. “They’ve got Double Ds but also only weigh a hundred pounds each. How does that even work?”
I shrug.
“The Double Ds are at least five pounds per boob,” I say. “That means you should subtract ten pounds from each girls’ final weight, leaving you with ninety pounds of female flesh.”
Evan cackled again, his blue eyes lighting up.
“Yeah, but they come as a team so altogether, that’s two hundred and seventy pounds. Fuck man, it sounds good.”
I rolled my eyes. This guy was so depraved it was a little disturbing, to be honest. Some of my fellow club members really need to go to training just to appear normal, otherwise they come off as sociopaths. It comes with having too much money and power.
But then Evan looked up, scoffing a bit.
“There’s no correlation between a woman’s face and her hymen, my friend. The girls who look slutty are usually unbroken inside whereas the ones with the ugliest doggy features are the ones who love it the most. They’re the ones who are total beasts between the sheets.”
I grimaced. The way Evan talked was so crude it was unnecessary. But who was I to say anything? Sometimes, I get down and dirty too, so there was no sense in calling out my bud.
Meanwhile, Evan continued to stare at the photo of the beautiful Amelia.
“I’m going to request her,” he breathes while scanning her file again. “I love these huge tits. They always get me going when they float in the water.”
I rolled my eyes.
“That’s because only fake tits float. Real tits will bobble naturally without acting like buoys.”
Evan shrugged.
“Real, fake, it’s all good to me. I just like ‘em big.”
And he had a point there. I like girls with generous figures as well, and the woman whose dossier I was flipping through was as perfect as they come. Huge, swinging Double D breasts. A narrow waist which flared out to wide hips and a generous ass to boot. Not only that, but she had wild, curly chestnut hair with sparkling brown eyes and the sweetest pout ever. I’d love to see that mouth wrapped around my hard pole as I pulsed my ecstasy down her throat. That would be a good look for her, definitely.
“Yeah, I think I’m done too. I’ll take this one,” I said, snapping the file shut. “She’s real cute.”
“And I’ll take these,” leered Brett at the photo of the triplets. “Shit, I can feel my dick getting stiff already. Candy, Mandy and Tandy. What parents name their daughters stupid-ass shit like that? I’m going to give them new names after they get here.”
I grinned.
“Okay buddy. Do whatever you like. But I’ll put our requests in and see how long it takes for the Club to transport the ladies here. I’d think the end of the week, at the latest.”
Brett merely grinned, already getting up.
“Yeah, maybe they’ll be here tomorrow,” he hypothesized, striding towards the door. “Why not? We pay through the nose for the best service, so why can’t we get this particular delivery of girls asap? I’m sure Charity can manage it.”
I thought to our middle-aged handler and nodded.
“Yeah, I think you’re right,” I mused. “Charity is good with logistics and I’m sure our orders will be here in no time. It’s almost like Uber, come to think of it.”
My friends laughed because the Club recently invested in a few different ride-sharing companies, and with their recent IPOs, we were flush in cash. As if we didn’t have enough already.
But to our disappointment, the girls didn’t arrive the next day; instead, they arrived three days later. But that was no problem because Brett, Evan and I got to enjoy the accommodations, which we pretty much had to ourselves. The other club members were likely at other locations, indulging in their own sordid games.