Page 8 of Consequences

They follow Brock with Lex pulling up the rear to a party on the edge of town where the music blares, the bass almost deafening.

I’m officially fucking old. This is too damn loud and crowded for me.

“What does your stepbrother look like? And what’s his name?” Lex asks, fluffing up her curly hair to add even more volume while both women tug their shirts down to expose more cleavage.

Undertaker finds it relatively impressive Melanie has any leeway to tug her shirt down without popping her tits all the way out considering she barely covers them to begin with. Something he’d never be okay with if she was his girl.

Jamie pulls up a picture of him, and Undertaker laughs. Such a little preppy pussy. “His name is Ron.”

“God, he looks like a Ron, too,” Lex says. “Mel, if you pull that shirt down any further, your tits will come out. We want to distract him, not divert all blood flow to his brain.”

Defying her, she tugs just enough to cover the edges of her nipples. “Wanna bet?”

Jace growls behind her, but it’s not an angry growl. It’s the sound he makes when he’s about to pounce on her.

“Down, boy,” she says. “You’ll get all of this later. Lex will text one of you when we’re ready.”

They walk inside, and Shep slaps Jace’s arm. “Fuck, I wish Heidi wasn’t working at the Puffy Taco tonight. This dude wouldn’t stand a chance against the three of them.”

It’s a valid statement. Even though Lex is closer to forty than thirty, she doesn’t look her age. In fact, if she wasn’t already taken, Undertaker would consider pursuing her. She’s too headstrong for what he needs in a woman, though, but her loyalty is one of her most attractive qualities.

“Got Lex’s text,” Shep says. “That was fast.”

Reaching out, Jamie grabs Undertaker’s wrist but immediately releases it. “What… What are you guys going to do?”

“Make him regret trying to embarrass you. And potentially put you in harm’s way.”

“Where’s the rest of it?” Melanie cries out as she cackles.

They immediately spot Ron struggling to pull his pants back up as the women in the room all point and laugh. The guys he suspects are Ron’s friends yank his boxers back down to expose him in the room to further his humiliation.

“What the fuck, guys?” Ron cries out, his voice squeaking. The tears won’t be too far off now, and Undertaker smirks with satisfaction.

“Are you gonna cry?” he asks and walks up to him.

Shep slaps his arm. “Dude, I’d be crying, too, if I’d lost half my dick in a freak accident. Or… Wait! Is that what God gave you to go through life with?”

“Who the fuck are you guys?”

“Dude, shut up,” one of the guys behind him hisses.

Lex smirks as she sits on the arm of the couch. “You don’t know? You sent your stepsister into our clubhouse.”

Ron’s eyes widen, and he locks his gaze on Jamie. “Wait, you did this?”

“No, motherfucker, you did this,” Brock says. “For the record, the Drifters aren’t into gang bangs. And we certainly don’t consider it a funny joke from pencil dicks like you.”

“I don’t think he likes being dished up a helping of what he thought he served,” Jace says. “But my girl did him a favor by getting him as big as he’s probably ever gonna get. I mean, it’s gotta suck when a virgin has to ask if it’s in yet while he’s balls deep inside her.”

“He seems like the type who finishes far too soon,” Lex says and tilts her head to examine him. “Assuming a woman lets him get her naked.”

Ron’s completely given up trying to pull up his pants, and he covers his cock with his hands. Whipping around he growls, “I could make you cry out for mercy, bitch.”

Tipping her head back, she laughs. And laughs. “Oh, hunny, do you pack a strap-on? Because that’s the only way I could ever see that happening. Based on the look of you, though, I assume you’re a tish bit delusional.”

“I suppose it’s not exactly my fault it’d be like a hot dog down a hallway with a whore like you.”

“Hey, watch your mouth, cocktail wiener,” Melanie snaps. “Do you seriously have no idea who her husband is?”

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