Page 84 of His Big Bad Stick

I keep my gaze straight ahead.

But if you think for a second I don’t look and mentally appreciate, then I don’t know what to tell you.

The guys are at their normal corner table.

A rounded booth that keeps them hidden.

Everything in here is dark purples and blacks. It’s got a slightly morbid, funeral-ish feel to it. There are two women on the table, dancing against each other. There is nothing dead about that at all.

Dax is the first to see me. He’s surprised and elbows Ben.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Ben asks.

“No invite tonight for me?” I ask.

Rhett, Turner, and Faust all look now.

“Thought you were in jail,” Turner says.

“How’d you enjoy scoring that goal?” I ask. “Fed that to you, huh?”

“Make room for this warrior,” Rhett says. “Before he starts throwing punches at us.”

“I’d like to see that,” Faust says with a cocky grin.

I don’t plan on sitting down. I stand at the table.

Long, bare legs in front of me dance. Toenails painted neon green and black. Legs. Nice legs. Thongs. A set of lips tattooed on a right ass cheek.

I finally glance up and see the two women looking down at me.

Two sets of tits. Only one nipple pierced out of the four I’m looking at. Two cute, little, button nipples next to two big, puffy nipples.

My jaw tightens.

“Colver Caspian,” Button Nipples says.

“He’s the mean one,” Puffy Nipples says. “I’ve always wanted to meet him.”

She drops down in a second.

Her lower back and ass stick right out into Turner’s face.

“She’s ready to pounce on you,” Dax says to me. “If I were you… let her…”

Puffy Nipples licks her lips.

My hands tighten into fists. “You should take a break. Take a walk.”

“What?”

“I have to talk to these guys about something important.”

“What’s more important than these?” Puffy Nipples asks.

She cups her well sized tits and presses them together.

“Maybe he wants these instead,” Button Nipples says.

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