Kidnapped by Slavers!
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Jocks for Sale
Part 1: The Trap!
by
Josh Hunter
I woke up with a hangover in a cheap Mexican motel room. Sunlight was shining in through a crack in the blinds, hitting me in the face. I groaned and felt around on the floor for my jeans. I managed to dig my phone out of the pocket and check the time.11:42 am.
Spring break in Cancun is a twenty-four hour party. My frat brothers and I had stumbled back to the room around dawn. Well, most of us. Kurt had hooked up with this girl from Seattle. He was probably still fucking her brains out.
Across the room, Gabriel had the other bed all to himself. He was tangled up in the sheets, and had only gotten his jeans halfway off before he passed out. Gabe’s a great guy, always good for a laugh, but he’s a total mess when he’s drunk. He’s a little on the pudgy side, which gives him this baby-faced look.
I was sharing my bed with Jake, my “little brother”. — That’s fraternity lingo for the pledge that I get to boss around.— Jake was lying there in his boxers, out cold. Hugging a pillow like it was a teddy bear. Jake’s just a freshman, but I’d worked it out so that he’d be in this room with me and some of the seniors. The other brothers think that it’s because Jake and I both play varsity lacrosse, and I’m just looking out for one of my teammates. But really, I’ve got my own reasons for wanting to keep Jake close.
He rolled over and mumbled something in his sleep. Jake’s blond and shorter than me. But he’s got this tight little body that’s really fast on the field. He’ll probably make first string next year —if nobody kills him first. ‘Cause that’s the other thing about Jake. He’s kind of a jerk.
I moved closer and “accidentally” let my body press up against Jake’s. He muttered something about Batman and tequila, but he didn’t wake up. I lay there for a while, enjoying the feel of his warm smooth skin against mine.
And then I heard someone fumbling around with the lock on the door. I quickly rolled back to my side of the bed. Just in time for Kurt to come strutting in.
Kurt’s a tall gangly redhead, a second-stringer on the basketball team. And he was looking pretty damn pleased with himself this morning.
He jumped up on Gabe’s bed.
“Wake up losers!”
Gabe jerked awake and fell on the floor. Jake blinked and tried to lift his head from the pillow. I groaned.
“Great,” I mumbled. “It’s God’s gift to ugly women.”
Kurt laughed and jumped over to my bed.
“Ugly? Did you see the girl I went home with?”
“The fat chick with one eyebrow?” I said.
“Nah, the blond one with the great tits.”
“I don’t remember,” I said.
“Yeah, well she blew me... for an hour straight.”
“Really?” Jake asked.
“Yeah. We barely got back to her room before she was unzipping my jeans and pulling out my cock.”
Jake and Gabe clustered around while Kurt gave them the blow by blow. How she pushed him up against the wall. How she wrapped her lips around his cock.
I tried to look interested. But I’ve been with plenty of girls, and I pretty much know what they can do. And scoring during spring break is like shooting fish in a barrel. The girls are as drunk and horny as we are, and they don’t play so many games. They know that they’re never going to see us again, so they don’t care what the fuck we’re saying about them the next day. I could have scored five or six times already, if I was trying.
Kurt just kept on rambling. You’d think that nobody had ever gotten a blowjob before.
“Did you get to fuck her, too?” Gabe asked.
Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Dude, after an hour of sucking on THIS,” he said, grabbing his crotch for emphasis, “she was begging for it.”
Kurt went on, describing the whole conquest for us. He’s quite the storyteller. He even acted out some of the positions, humping a pillow and imitating the noises the girl made while he fucked her. I watched Jake getting more and more turned on by the tale. His dick started to fill out, and I saw the head peeking out the leg of his boxers. He tried to hide it with his hand. But by the time Kurt had finished his story, Jake was ready to bust a nut.
“I’ve got to grab a shower,” he announced.
Jake got up awkwardly, trying to keep his back to us. Gabe and Kurt were so busy yakking that they didn’t even notice his hard-on.
Jake went into the bathroom and I heard him start the water for his shower. I gave him a sixty-second head start, and then I went barging in. Sure enough, my little brother was all soaped up, with his hand wrapped around his hard cock.
“Jesus!” he shouted, turning away. “What’s a guy gotta do to get a little privacy?”
“You could get your own room,” I suggested, as I got my toothbrush. “And anyway, you know the rules. Pledges aren’t allowed to jerk off.”
I’d been the one to come up with that little rule. The brothers all thought it was hilarious. And it was kind of fun, watching the pledges throw themselves at every girl around, desperate to get off. But Jake’s frustration was the sweetest of all.
My little brother flushed crimson, and turned his back to me. I brushed my teeth slowly, stealing a look at him in the mirror every so often.
Jake glanced over his shoulder at me.
“Can we at least get a fucking shower curtain?” he asked.
“I asked the maid,” I said. “But it’s a cheap motel. What do you expect?”
“Fuck.”
Actually, I’d ripped down the shower curtain our first day in Cancun and tossed it in a dumpster. I’d also broken the lock on the bathroom door. Just to make sure that Jake couldn’t get any “alone time”.
Jake soaped himself up, keeping his back to me so that I wouldn’t see his boner. The poor guy hadn’t gotten off once since we’d gotten to Cancun four days ago. He must have been ready to explode.
I spat out my toothpaste and walked over to the shower. I leaned in and stuck my head under the water.
“Hey!” Jake shouted, jumping back.
“Chill dude. Just rinsing off. And you don’t have anything that I haven’t seen before.”
I let the water soak my hair, while I glanced down at Jake’s throbbing cock. He was worked up to a fever pitch. I’d seen him naked plenty of times, in the showers after practice. But I’d never gotten a good look at him hard before. He was packing six inches. Smaller than me. But then most guys are.
I pulled my head out of the shower and shook it dry.
“Hey! Watch it!” Jake complained.
“What? You’re already wet.”
I toweled my hair off, then threw a little gel in it. Jake took his time rinsing off. Probably hoping that I’d leave and give him a chance to finish jerking off.
Fat chance. I finished my hair, then flossed my teeth. Then trimmed my fingernails. Then my toenails. Jake finally gave up and dried off.
We finished cleaning ourselves up, and then the guys and I threw on our board shorts and walked down to the Hyatt to meet the rest of the brothers for lunch. It’s half a mile away, but it’s got better food than the roach motel that we’re staying at.
Over lunch, we got the lowdown on who’d gotten lucky the night before. Kurt told his story all over again, and three of the pledges bragged about how they’d finally scored. And then we headed out to the Hyatt’s pool to start the game all over again.
It was a good scene. A decent DJ, and girls in bikinis everywhere you looked. The brothers and I staked out a spot at the shallow end of the pool. We sat around, joking and checking out the hotties, working up our nerve. Slowly the guys began to peel off, one by one, to go out on the hunt.
I kept an eye on my roommates. So far Kurt had gotten lucky twice, and Gabe once. But never on the same night. I needed tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb to get lost and leave me alone in the room with Jake for a night.
I watched as the two of them made their moves. Or tried to. Gabe was off to a slow start, but then this cute Asian girl came over and started talking to him. Gabe trotted out of a couple of his funnier stories, and before long the two of them were laughing and hitting it off. During a lull in the conversation he handed her his phone and she put in her number. So it looked like she was serious about getting together with him later.
Kurt, on the other hand, was totally barking up the wrong tree. He’d gone over to this table of four sorority girls, and was laying on the charm. I don’t know what he was thinking. Sure, they were all hot, but you can never score in a situation like that. I mean, it’s not like all four of them were gonna go home with him. And there’s no way that one of those uptight girls was gonna close the deal with him in front of her friends. Well, maybe Kurt would have better luck in the evening.
And then there was Jake. I was definitely keeping an eye on him. If a girl showed any interest in Jake, I was gonna have to sabotage that real quick.
Not that I needed to worry. Oh, Jake is blond and cute, and he’s definitely rocking the jock bod. So there were girls coming up and talking to him all afternoon. But Jake drove them off without any help from me.
Like I said, he’s kind of a jerk. He’s from Long Island, and he has this weird accent that makes him sound like he belongs in a gangster movie. I guess that’s not his fault. Everybody from his neighborhood probably sounds like that.
But the thing is that Jake acts like he’s in a gangster movie, too. He swaggers around, calling girls things like “sexy” and “dollface”. It’s enough to make you want to punch him.
But the main thing keeping Jake from hooking up was that he was desperate. Girls can smell that a mile off. I watched at least a dozen hotties come up, start to flirt with him, and then leave as soon as he started talking. The constant tease and disappointment had to be making him crazy.
Good.
I watched the train wreck for a while. And then I noticed that a woman with a camera was taking pictures of Jake. She was older than the college girls, and she sure wasn’t dressed for spring break. Baggy shorts, a t-shirt, sunglasses. Almost like she didn’t want to stand out.
I watched her snap a few more pictures of Jake, and then turn to photograph some of the other guys around the pool. I was wondering what her deal was when Kurt came back and sat down on the edge of the pool with me. Apparently he’d struck out with the sorority girls.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “The Chi-Oh’s didn’t invite you back for an orgy?”
“Nah, they’re stuck up bitches. But I think the tall one likes me. We might hook up later.”
“Good hunting.”
Kurt knocked back a mouthful of beer, and then looked at me funny.
“What the fuck is up with you, Connor?”
“What do mean?” I asked.
“Have you hooked up once since we got here?”
I shrugged.
“Wow,” Kurt said, shaking his head. “You have totally blown your record.”
I laughed.
“I think that record still stands.”
“For now.”
“You think you’re gonna break it?” I asked.
Kurt grinned.
“I might.”
“Fat chance.”
Last year, I’d set the fraternity record for spring break by fucking a different girl every day... and two different girls for the last three. Really, I only did it to impress the guys. It’s a lot of work to fuck a girl in the afternoon and then turn around and get another one that night. Oh, it’s not that hard to pick up the second girl. But it’s a pain in the neck to get rid of the first one. You’re better off just fucking the same girl twice and saving yourself the grief.
“Heads up,” Kurt said, nodding to my left. “That girl is checking you out.”
I turned to see which one he meant. Girls had been looking me over all afternoon --Let’s face it, I didn’t get to be the starting forward on the lacrosse team by being fat and out of shape.-- Anyway, Kurt was nodding towards this short brunette, with some very nice curves. She saw me look at her, and took it as an invitation to swim over.
“Hey Connor!”
“Hey...” I said, pretending I was happy to see her.
How did she know my name?
“Remember me?” she asked.
It took me a second, but her voice clued me in. Oh yeah. She was one of the girls that I’d hooked up with at spring break last year. I grinned, as the memory came back. She’d been a lot of fun. We’d made out Thursday afternoon. Had a real good time. I’d been tempted to hang out with her, maybe fuck her again that night. But by then I was working on my record, and I had to move on to fresh game.
“Oh yeah. I remember you.”
She sat down next to me, letting one of her legs brush up against mine. Kurt took the hint and went to get another beer.
“You kind of disappeared on me last year,” she said.
“Yeah, well things were kind of crazy.”
I glanced over at Jake. He was trying to get this black girl to put suntan lotion on him.
“Hey, gorgeous!” he said. “Would you mind doin’ my back?”
The black girl just rolled her eyes at him. Meanwhile, the girl from last year leaned in close to me and her breast brushed up against my arm.
“You know, all of my sorority sisters are down at the pool right now. There’s nobody up in my room.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
I looked past her at Jake. He was trying out his suntan lotion line on another girl. I watched the way the sunlight played on his blond hair and tanned body. At the way his board shorts were hanging low on his hips.
Damn. What is it about Jake? I don’t even like him. You’d think if I was gonna get the hots for a guy it would be one of my buds, like Gabe or Kurt. But there’s just something about Jake. I remember the first time I saw his tight little body in the showers after practice. Hell, even that stupid accent of his gets me horny.
The girl glanced down at my shorts. I pack a good nine inches when I get hard, so it’s kind of obvious. Particularly in wet board shorts. I tried to cover by putting my hands in my lap. The girl just grinned.
Yeah. Women all say they don’t care about size. But I’ve noticed that they all come back for seconds after they’ve seen what I’ve got swinging between my legs.
“You want to come up?” she asked.
I seriously thought about it. I’d been watching Jake like a hawk the whole trip, making sure that he was never alone. But that meant that I hadn’t gotten off either, and I was horny as hell. I could go upstairs and fuck this girl for an hour. Jake probably wouldn’t hook up in that time.
But he might go back to the hotel room and jack off. Or find another place to get some alone time with his hand. And then I’d be right back where I started.
We were only in Cancun for a few more days. After that we’d go back to school in Minnesota. I’d graduate in a couple months. Probably never see Jake again. If I was ever gonna mess around with him, it had to be now.
The girl from last year put her hand on my thigh. My cock jumped, eager for some action. She would be a really fun lay. But…
I’ve fucked a lot of girls. In a few months, I wouldn’t even remember one more. But Jake? Man, I had to grab this chance to get into Jake’s pants. At least once.
“Come on,” she whispered. “Let’s go.”
I tried to find a graceful exit.
“I can’t,” I told her. “I’ve got a girlfriend.”
The girl from last year looked annoyed.
“Well, is she here?”
“No. Her sorority went to the Bahamas for spring break.”
The girl brightened up a bit.
“She let you go on spring break alone? Dumb girl.”
She squeezed my thigh, and my dick got rock hard. I might want to hold out for Jake, but my cock wasn’t so patient.
“Uh…”
She nuzzled my ear.
“Come on Connor,” she whispered. “I’m here and she’s not. Let’s have some fun.”
“I… can’t,” I said, after some effort. “We’re pretty serious.”
I thought she was gonna get mad, but instead she just sighed.
“Room 715, if you change your mind,” she whispered.
And then she slipped into the pool and swam away.
Kurt came running over.
“Dude! How did you blow that? She was totally into you!”
“Yeah, well...” I said, and then just shrugged.
Kurt glanced down and saw the massive hard-on in my board shorts. He bust out laughing.
“Dude, we have got to get you laid!”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
We hung out by the pool, watching the other brothers on the prowl. Two coats of suntan lotion and five beers later, the sun started to go down, and we all headed up the street for some tacos. Then it was off to the beach for the parties. We caught a wet T-shirt contest, and we made some of the pledges fight it out in a jello-wrestling pit.
I saw the photographer a couple more times. But she was always on the fringes of the action, and I never got a chance to ask what she was doing.
As the night wore on, some of the brothers started to get lucky. Gabriel caught up with his Asian girl, and the two of them disappeared around eleven o’clock. With any luck, he’d be gone for the rest of the night.
By one am most of the brothers had either left with a girl, or looked like they were about too. Kurt and Jake and I were the final holdouts. So we headed back to the Hyatt. It’s a good place to make a last stand. The bar by the pool stays open all night, and any girl who hasn’t hooked up by then knows that her options are running out. Plus it’s close to their rooms. So no long walk after you’ve closed the deal.
That night the scene looked promising. I did a quick head count, and there were about 4 girls for every three guys. Even Kurt should be able to score with odds like that. I watched him sidle up to a blond and start his pitch.
Jake went over to the bar and began downing tequila shooters.
“Hey man! Go easy on that stuff,” I told him.
“Fuck off Connor, and let me get drunk.”
He ordered another shooter. When the bartender finished pouring, I picked it up and downed it myself.
“Hey asshole, I paid for that.”
“You’ve had enough of the hard stuff,” I told him.
I turned to the bartender.
“Give us a couple Coronas.”
Jake grumbled but took the beer. I wanted him a little buzzed, not out cold.
I glanced over at Kurt. He seemed to be hitting it off with the blond. Everything was falling into place. Kurt would leave with his girl. Jake and I would go back to the room alone. Both of us horny as hell, both of us a little drunk. We’d strip down for bed. Jake would be so desperate to get off that I could probably talk him into anything. We’d start jacking off. I’d put my hand on his dick. Get him to put his mouth on mine.
Maybe I’d even talk him into rolling over and taking it in the ass. I’ve fucked a few girls in the butt, and they all seemed to enjoy it. I wondered if Jake would, too. But that was probably just a fantasy. He’d never let me do anything like that.
I watched Jake take another swig of his beer. He looked over at the girls by the pool and scowled. All that sexual frustration was starting to make him bitter. I’d gotten his body all prepped for what I wanted. Now I just had to get his head in the right place.
“See anything you like?” I asked.
“Fuck these girls,” he said. “They don’t like me.”
“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. Every guy has a dry spell once in a while.”
“Screw that. I haven’t scored all week.”
“Neither have I,” I reminded him, sipping my beer. “You know, it’s a shame that girls aren’t more like guys. Wouldn’t it be great if they were horny all the time and needed sex as much as we do?”
Jake’s eyes lit up at the idea.
“Man, that would be cool.”
“We’d get laid every night of the week,” I said.
“Yeah,” Jake ginned. “And twice on Sundays.”
Across the pool, Kurt and the blond seemed to be closing the deal. They were discussing something intently. Probably where her room was.
“Yeah,” I went on. “And we wouldn’t have to play all their stupid games. We could just walk right up to a girl and say, ‘I know you want it. So put your mouth on this.’”
Jake’s grin got bigger as he thought about it.
“Yeah. Why can’t things be that simple?”
I put an arm around his tanned shoulders.
“Because girls are stupid,” I said.
“You think?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I mean, look at you. You’re a jock. You’ve got a great bod. You’re a total stud. Girls should be lining up to get fucked by you.”
“Yeah! You’re right.”
“Like I said, they’re stupid. Let’s call it a night and go back to the room. We’ll start fresh tomorrow.”
“Sure.”
Jake knocked back the rest of his beer. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kurt walking up to us with his girl. Probably wanting to show her off before he fucked her.
“Hey guys!” he said. “This is Emily.”
“Hi Emily, I’m Connor. This is Jake.”
Jake looked her over, practically licking his lips.
“Yeah,” he said, “hiya, Dollface.”
Kurt leaned in close to us and whispered.
“We’re gonna need the room for a couple of hours. Can you guys hang out here for a while?”
“What? No way!” I said.
“Hey, be a bro,” Kurt insisted. “She’s got roommates, so we can’t go back to her place.”
“And where the Hell are Jake and I supposed to sleep?” I asked.
“Dude, I’m not asking you guys to stay out all night. Just give me a couple hours to fuck her brains out before you come back.”
I tried to think of a good response.
“Hey, come on,” Kurt pressed. “You know that I’d do it for you guys.”
“Yeah, but…” I stammered.
This was totally fucked up. I had Jake all horny and primed to go. All I needed was for Kurt to take this fucking blond cow some place, any place besides our motel room.
“Thanks guys! I owe you big time,” Kurt said.
And then he and the blond walked off together. Back to our room.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I sat down on a bar stool. Jake turned around and ordered another beer. I just stared at him. Hot and tanned and ready for it.
This was fucking crazy! He was right here. Horny and desperate. And I couldn’t have him. And I couldn’t wait much longer. After four days without getting off, I was ready to explode.
I thought about the girl from last year. The one up in room 714. I could go knock on her door. There might still be a chance to hook up with her. Get some damned relief.
I tried to convince myself that it would be fun. But then I looked at Jake again. His tanned skin, a little rosy from too much sun. The muscles of his back and shoulders. The way his board shorts hung over his cute little ass. I was so horny for him that I couldn’t think straight.
I didn’t even notice the woman who walked up behind me.
“Hey there, handsome.”
I turned to take a look at her. She was older than the spring break girls, maybe late twenties. But real easy on the eyes. Red hair, great tits, a killer bod. And a white string bikini so small it would have been illegal in Utah.
“My name’s Veronica,” she said.
“Hi. I’m Connor.”
“Good to finally meet you Connor. I’ve been watching you all day.”
“Yeah?”
I managed to lift my eyes off her tits and look at her face. And that’s when I realized who she was— the photographer who’d been shooting pics around the pool. She sure looked different out of those baggy clothes.
“You’re not here on spring break, are you?” I asked.
“No,” she said laughing. “I graduated a while ago.”
“Not that long ago,” I said. “So why are you here, then?”
“Honestly? Looking for boys like you.”
She took the beer out of my hand and helped herself to a sip.
“You’ve got a great look, Connor. You done any modeling?”
I’ve had a few girls try that line on me.
“Nah,” I said, playing dumb.
“You should.”
She finished off my beer and put down the bottle.
“I shoot for Playgirl sometimes,” she said. “Did you know they have a college issue coming up?”
I laughed.
“Uh… no. I didn’t know that.”
“How’d you like to be in it?”
“That’s not gonna happen,” I told her.
“Why not? Think about all the attention you’ll get from the girls at your school. You know, after they see what you’ve got to offer.”
“Yeah, I’m actually thinking about how much grief my fraternity would give me.”
The brothers would never let me live it down. Lord knows what those bozos would do if they got their hands on a picture of me with my junk hanging out. Maybe send it to all my female professors. Maybe send it to my mom.
Veronica put her hand on my knee, letting her fingers slip inside my shorts. Electric tingles ran up my leg.
“Why don’t you just pose for a few test pics?” she suggested. “If you like them, I’ll show them to the magazine’s editor. And if you don’t, no one else will ever see them.”
She ran her fingers over the inside of my thigh as she talked.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” I mumbled.
“Why not? I’m sure you’ve been naked in front of a girl before.”
Veronica slid her hand another couple inches up the leg of my board shorts. Her fingers brushed against the head of my cock. I shuddered as my dick jumped and started to get hard. She leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“I might even be willing to sweeten the deal,” she offered.
Normally, I like women who cut to the chase. And she was certainly fuckable. I ran my eyed down the curves of her body, across her flat little stomach, to the tiny white triangle of her bikini bottoms and everything it promised.
And then I looked over at Jake, drinking his beer. I thought about what his skin would be like under my hands. What his mouth would taste like. What his lips would feel like on my dick.
Damn it. This was stupid. I was too damn horny to go another night without sex, and too hung up on Jake to sleep with anyone else.
Veronica leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“You want to come back to my place, Connor?”
She ran a finger over the head of my cock, just in case I’d missed the point.
“You’ve…. you’ve got your own place?” I stammered.
My body was screaming for sex, and it was getting hard to think.
“Mmm-hmm. Very private. In case we want to make some noise.”
Great. I thought of all the things that I could do with Jake if I had a place like that.
And then an idea hit me.
I looked her in the eyes, and put on my best smile. The one that makes girls melt.
“I wish I could,” I said. “But I can’t leave my friend alone tonight.”
She glanced over at Jake. He’d moved a few feet down the bar to give us a little privacy. But he couldn’t help noticing Veronica’s hand moving up the leg of my shorts.
“I’m sure he can take care of himself,” she whispered to me.
She reached up and grabbed my cock. I tried to keep it together, as my dick jerked and leaked a drop of precum. She was being awfully persuasive.
“Uh... He’s in a bad place right now,” I said, trying to keep my train of thought. “His girlfriend broke up with him this afternoon.”
She looked at Jake, skeptically.
“He doesn’t seem to be taking it too hard.”
“He’s out here trying to score,” I explained. “Best way to get over a girl is to sleep with another one. Right?”
I gave her a minute to do the math, while her hand kept stroking my cock. She looked Jake over, appraising him like a buyer checking out a race horse.
“He is kind of cute,” she said. “Nice body. Handsome face.”
“Yeah, he’s on my lacrosse team.”
“A genuine college jock, huh?”
She studied Jake’s body for a few more seconds and then smiled.
“He could come with us,” she whispered in my ear. “If you like.”
I tried to act surprised.
“Really?” I asked. “You’d be cool with that?”
She flashed a smile at me.
“Sure. It could be fun.”
“Great! Let me tell…”
She squeezed my cock, and I lost track of what I was saying.
“Easy, Connor,” she whispered. “I don’t want everyone in this bar gossiping about how I left with two guys. So act like I just turned you down. And then you and your buddy wait five minutes and come meet me on the beach. Understand?”
I nodded.
“Good boy,” she said quietly, giving me a pat on the cheek. “And don’t tell anyone else about this.”
She stood up.
“Sorry, not tonight Tiger,” she said loudly, making sure that everyone heard.
And then she turned and walked away.
I took a second to catch my breath, and then moved down the bar to Jake. He’d almost finished another beer.
“Hey buddy,” I said, putting an arm around his shoulders. “How you doing?”
“Sucky.”
“Well I’ve got something that will cheer you up. Did you see the girl I was talking to?”
Of course he’d seen her. Jake had been staring at Veronica’s twat like a starving man at a piece of steak.
“The babe in the white bikini?” he said. “She was fucking hot.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
And then I leaned in and whispered in his ear.
“And she wants to take both of us back to her place.”
Jake’s eyes went wide.
“Really?”
“Yeah. You game?”
Like I really had to ask.
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