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We get to work signing papers and going over club business. I don’t know how long we sit and do this when the girls come filtering back out. Mask looks up when he sees his old lady, Kindra, come into the room.

“Stop eye fuckin’ her,” I tell him jokingly.

“She’s mine. I can do whatever I want to her,” he says.

“Why is it okay for you and not me?”

“She ain’t yours, that’s why.”

“I’m gonna get her to dance with me. Fuck that, I got a hundred that says I can make her laugh,” I taunt him. He shakes his head, damn near rolling his eyes as the girls stand around the bar and eat donuts.

“No, you can’t.”

“Watch me.” I shove out of the chair once more and walk over to the girls, smiling as I go. Then I grab a donut and look between them.

“I got twenty that says I can fit this on my cock.”

“What?” Nicole blanches as the others laugh except her. Chyanne didn’t laugh. Fuck.

“You heard me. Twenty dollars says I can fit this on my cock. It’s a dick donut,” I tell her.

“You’re on,” Nicole says as she grabs my jeans and jerks them down my legs. I’m not a shy man. I don’t mind a bunch of girls seeing my cock. When she has my boxers pulled off, my cock stands up. I can’t help it. There are so many hot-ass women standing right in front of me, and the fucker knows what he likes. I take the donut and shove my cock through the hole all the way to the base. Nicole laughs, and then the others join in. Chyanne is laughing so hard that she has tears in her eyes.

“You owe me,” I tell Nicole, pointing at her.

“You really did that!”

“A bet is a bet,” I tell her. “Now, who is eatin’ it off me?” I ask, looking between the girls. None of them stop laughing long enough to answer me before I pull it off and toss it to Chyanne. She catches it and laughs harder.

“Dick donut. That’s a good one,” she says before tossing the donut at her friend.

“I don’t want that,” Nicole shrieks, bursting into laughter. She tosses the donut back at me as I pull my jeans back up. I take it and walk over to Mask, offering it to him.

“What’s wrong with it?” he asks.

“Nothin’. It’s a perfectly good donut,” I reply, keeping a straight face. My life wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t fuck with Mask a little bit. He snatches it out of my hand and takes a bite as the girls howl with laughter. I drop into the chair and watch him as he chews with a smile on my face.

“Good, right?”

“Not bad,” he says with a mouthful. I smirk. I can’t help it. “What? What are you smilin’ about?”

“The fact that my cock was in that hole.”

“Whose hole?”

“The donuts,” I tell him. He stands up quickly and spits the donut all over the floor before gagging. The girls laugh harder when I hear one scream.

“I gotta pee!”

“You put your cock in the donut?” Mask growls this time. I shove out of my chair and raise my hands, trying to diffuse his anger.

“It was a joke.”

“You motherfucker!” He roars before coming at me. I’m ready for him when he slams into me and takes me to the floor. The girls are still laughing until Mask punches me. Then, all the laughter is gone.

“You’re a sick motherfucker,” he hisses at me.

“It’s a joke. Calm down,” I tell him.

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