Page 16 of Date with a Devil
“Nah, not for laughs,” Dane admitted quietly.
“Wow. I can’t imagine not giving head,” Mikey replied. “I love it, bro. You’re missing out—wait a minute, have you ever eventriedgiving head?”
Dane waved a hand, dismissing the question. “I don’t even like talking about it, Mikey.”
“So weird,” Mikey laughed.
“Yeah. You all know that D’s my boy,” Reavo began, “but that’s the one thing about him I’ll never understand. He’s weird as hell about giving head. ’Cause I’m like you, Mikey. Iloveit, man! Nothing better than when you’ve got some girl all excited, and her panties are soaked through, and she’s begging you to stick it in her already—but you’re like, ‘no, not yet,’ because you just gotta taste that hot, honey-sweet pussy first.”
Reavo’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he imagined being between the thighs of some hot piece of ass. Complete withmmmnoises.
“Ugh,” Dane said, making a face. “Yeah …I’mthe weird one.”
Then he noticed Matchbox, who had slumped further and further into his seat. The rookie hadn’t said a word since Dane had blown his mind.
“Uh, Matchbox? You okay there, bud?”
“Ya.” Matchbox gave a thumbs-up, but he might as well have been waving a white flag. “Honestly, though, D. That thing you said hurt to hear. I really don’t understand women. Must be why I can’t find a girlfriend even now. I thought things would change once I started playing in the show, but nope. Look, all these girls here and no one even notices us. What’s the point? It must really be hopeles—”
Reavo kicked the rookie under the table, hoping to snap him out of his mindset before things got even bleaker. “Get it together, man, c’mon. Stay positive.”
Dane looked around the club again. It was true, no one was paying them any attention. Matchbox and Mikey looking all defeated wasn’t helping matters any.
“Remember, Reavo?” Dane asked, a glint in his eye. “Remember Soupy’s go-to move for a situation exactly like this?”
A bittersweet smile surfaced on Reavo’s face. “ ’Course I do.”
“So, let’s do it.” Dane pulled the boys into a huddle. “Gonna let you boys in on one of Soupy’s greatest tricks. On the count of three, everyone laugh as hard as you can. Got it?”
“Why?” Matchbox asked.
“Don’t ask why, just do it. Here we go—one, two,three!”
The group exploded into a fit of laughter.
“Wait, what are we doing this for?” Brayden asked when the laughter died down.
Dane reacted as if the rookie had just said the funniest thing ever, pounding his fist against the table and laughing until he was out of breath.
“We’re making it look like we’re having a great time!” Reavo said.
The boys followed his lead, and everyone laughed uproariously.
“Girls will think we’re having a great time, and they won’t wanna miss out!” Dane said, and again the group let out a gut-busting laugh.
Sure enough, it was only a matter of time before a group of attractive twenty-somethings sidled up to the table.
“Hey, boys! Jeez, what’s so funny over here?”
“Hey, ladies!” Dane motioned for the girls to slide into the booth. “Join us, have a drink! Reavo was just telling us the prank he played on his roommate back in Kingston …”
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Soupy’s legendary trick could attract women, but it couldn’t work miracles. WhenMatchbox and Mikey got all antsy to play their new video game, the two of them headed back to the hotel empty-handed.
The twins, on the other hand, found a girl—or maybe it was more accurate to say thatshefound them.
“You’re bothsohot,” she gushed as she climbed into the booth and wedged herself between their bodies, her arms hooked through theirs. She took turns whispering God-knows-what into their ears. It wasn’t even twenty minutes before she dragged the twins out of the club.
