Page 20 of Spider

“Where is our congratulations?” Buzz asks as he stands there in nothing but his jeans and boots. My eyes scan over his toned, perfectly muscled body with his washboard abs. “Yeah baby, drink it in.” He winks.

I laugh but feel the heat hit my cheeks. “Sit your baby ass down. What she wants is to look at a real man,” Scar goads as he lifts his T-shirt off. He too has a toned body, but he’s more broad across the chest with bigger arms. I notice scars on his body too. “Cast your eyes on a real man, darlin’.” He winks.

“Everyone has removed their clothing, apart from you, sweetheart. What’s the matter? You having second thoughts? You can always back out if you want to,” Spider taunts.

I stand and shimmy my thong down my legs. I grab it in my hand and throw it at his chest. “I never back out. I just hope your dick is as big as your ego to see this game through to the end,” I provoke back before sitting down.

“Okay, I have to declare that I fucking love Nova. If I could reach across the table now and high 5 you, I would.” Star applauds, sitting there unphased that her sheer lace bra is completely see through. “Oh, don’t mind the girls. They’ve all seen them. From when I stripped at the club,” she adds.

“And not forgetting when Ghost claimed you.” Buzz snorts.

The table goes silent, and I look at Ghost, who is busy glaring at Buzz. “You wank over my ol’ lady’s tits?” He growls.

Buss frowns. “No Pres,” Buzz defends.

“You often think about that night when I was fucking my woman? You thinking about how her fucking perfect tits bounced every time I slammed my dick inside her?” Ghost presses.

Buzz shakes his head, holding up his hands. “Pres, sorry. I shouldn’t have mentioned it,” he apologises.

Star places her hand on Ghost’s chest, pulling his attention to her. She whispers something to him, and he smiles before placing a soft kiss on her lips. Ghost turns his attention back to the cards, shuffling them and dealing them again. The next 3 games I win.

“What the fuck? You played us,” Scar states, smirking sat in just a pair of fitted boxers.

I bite my bottom lip, smiling as I shake my head. “Just lucky, I guess.” I shrug. I cast a side glance at Spider who is sat barefoot and bare chested in his jeans.

“Final game, because if my woman loses any more items of clothing, I will fuck her in the middle of this table for you all to see,” Ghost growls.

I look at Star and she gives me an enthusiastic nod and a wink. I check my cards and see it’s a rubbish hand. I exchange 2 cards and it’s still no better. Shit.

Everyone displays their cards, and it’s Spider and I that are left until last again. He looks at my face, his lips twitching up at the corners. He knows my cards are shit and as he turns his cards over, I look down and see he has four of a kind.

I wince as I close my eyes, revealing my shit hand. Nothing.

“Right, that’s it then. Come on woman, we are fucking.” Ghost stands and practically drags Star out of the room. The other couples follow suit, each leaving to either fuck or go home and fuck. Soon, it’s just me, Scar, Buzz, and Spider. Oh, and not forgetting the bunny that is still stood behind Scar.

“So, come on then, darlin’,” Scar presses.

Buzz sits back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head, grinning from ear to ear. I sigh and roll my eyes. I stay seated and work my dress up my body, keeping my legs crossed to at least keep some of my body covered. I lift my dress over my head and let it drop to the floor by my feet. I immediately cross my arms over my chest, trying to hold on to some dignity.

“Happy?” laugh.

“Extremely.” Scar smiles, his eyes sweeping over my naked body. He stands. “Come on woman, I need to fuck you now after seeing that,” he says to the bunny. My mouth drops open in shock that he just said he wants to fuck her after seeing me naked.

Buzz stands. “Hold up, brother. I wouldn’t mind a piece of that action,” he calls after them.

“What?” I breathe out, a little in shock.

“She will fuck them both. It’s what bunnies do,” Spider says from beside me. I jump, forgetting for a moment that he was there.

I look at him, but his eyes are on my stomach.

He reaches out and trails his finger along my scar. I shudder at his touch. “He do that to you?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I whisper

His jaw clenches before he nods, his green eyes landing on mine. I swallow. The mood seems to have shifted. His eyes sweep my body, and he lets out a deep frustrated groan before he stands.

“Get dressed before one of the prospects think you’re a bunny and fucks you,” he says before walking off.

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