Page 3 of Baby Duke

"Shit, that slut is getting a big head," Law says, flopping into the seat beside mine.

I shrug, "I'll get the footy team onto it."

Brett nods, shoving more chips down his gob. The two hostesses sashay past as they head to the cockpit. Law gives them each a slap on the ass as they pass.

I roll my eyes. We have just spent two entire weeks surrounded by naked birds and sloppy pussies, and this motherfucker still isn't sated enough to turn down a quick blowie from the two perky blondes.

"You guys hear the news?" Law asks, flicking through his phone.

"Nah, man, what's new?" I twist the top off a mini Jacks and chug it down before reaching for another.

"Apparently, there's a new chick starting tomorrow."

I scoff. "That school has enough fake bitches. Any new girl won't be anything more or less than all the other attention-seeking whores."

Brett scrunches up his empty chip packet and lobs it at the rubbish bin.

Law throws his hands in the air, "Leacher scores the winning goal!" he calls. "But seriously, bro, fresh pussy is fresh pussy. As long as she has got the looks, I got the goods, and I'll give it to her any which way and more."

"Until it's been trashed by the entire school," I counter, scoring my own rubbish-bin goals with the now empty bottles.

"And that is why us Dukes will get in first," Law says joyfully, still glued to his fucking phone.

Brett grunts in agreement. The quiet fucker barely ever has anything to say.

One of the flight attendants chooses that moment to pop out of the cockpit.

"Pilots getting ready for the descent, is there anything I can get for anyone before I strap in?" she chirps, eyeing each of us in turn with longer-than-necessary looks. My cock twitches at the attention, the horny fucker. I am tempted to get in a quick blow myself, but my stomach curdles when I spy the drop of Laws' jizz still stuck to her brow.

I wave a hand dismissively, and she nods before retreating.

"Turn your phone off," I say to Law, clicking the useless seat belt around my waist.

Law screws up his face as if ready with a retort, but one look from me has him scoffing and powering it down. There is no need to remind Brett; he is a stickler for electronics on planes. I had already turned mine off after Sherry's call, not wanting to listen to the damn thing ring over and over as she tried to call me back.

Leaning back in my chair I close my eyes and prepare for landing.

The airport is bustling with activity. Businessmen readying to conquer a sale, screaming kids excited to see an actual airplane, and silent wives keeping their traps shut until their husbands find better uses for them.

Brett's taken the lead, prowling through the crowd like a goddamn movie star, the crowd parting respectively as they see him coming.

Law groans from behind me.

"Hot damn, that's Katie Nixon! She used to hang out with my sister." He sighs, "She will always be that one sweet pussy that got away."

I glance over to the girl and secretly agree. I would take her so hard against a wall she would be waddling for days. Some pompous marshmallow stands next to her, one who looks like he is trying to score for himself. I smirk; good luck, big fella.

Just then, I feel fingers slithering up my arm. Turning, I see Holly Hawkins. Yeah, that Holly. Sherry's porno co-star.

I pause. Fuck it. First, the blonde on the plane and then juicy Katie; there is no way I am turning away from Hot-throat Holly.

Changing course, I slip my arm around her waist and guide her towards the ladies, slinging an "I'll meet you soon" back to the boys.

Before the door even closes, I have got Holly by the throat and pinned against the wall.

"On your knees."

Holly smirks as she obeys, cool fingers already expertly freeing my cock.

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