Page 20 of Bronco

“What are you doin’?” I’m tempted to yank her off, but it’s not like she’s done anything wrong… technically. I’m just a sour bastard. We’ve never fucked, and as she’s new at the club, she wouldn’t know anything about my vow; keeping away from sweet butt pussy. It’s not that I don’t like sex — hell, I fucking love it. But if I’m being honest, the club chicks just aren’t doing it for me anymore. They haven’t for ages and I can’t pinpoint how or when it happened. It’s like my libido just died overnight and hasn’t regained momentum.

Cupcake is gorgeous. She has a mixture of pink and blonde hair, a pretty face with pouty lips — that are one hundred percent silicone — lashes, nails, the works. She also has a pair of ten-thousand-dollar titties that are half hanging out the scrap of material she’s calling a top.

All in all, she would’ve been my type six months ago. Hell, I probably would’ve fucked her right here on the couch while waiting for my turn at the pool table. But that was the old me.

“Aww, poor baby looks a little tense,” she purrs against my neck. “Would you like me to suck that big dick of yours to relieve some of the tension?”

I glance down at her as she grinds against me, her tiny skirt rising farther. “How do you know it’s big?”

She giggles. “I’ve heard the rumors.” She sits up, swinging her arms around my neck. “I’ll make it good for you.”

“I need to take my shot.” I gesture behind her.

“Your shot can wait.” Not an inch of her face moves and I always think it’s sad that a girl as young as her, not a day older than twenty-two, has so much botox in her face that she’s expressionless. It’s not like she’d have a damn wrinkle on her pretty face anyway. “I’ve been dying for this dick.”

“Then you’re gonna be sorely disappointed,” I grunt, trying to untangle her arms.

“Ooh, someone’s a little feisty tonight,” she sing-songs, my brush-off doing absolutely nothing to make her grip any less tight. “I like a little fire in the bedroom.”

I snort. “Get off me, Cupcake. I’m serious.”

She sighs, then before I know what’s happening, she’s flipping up her top; her giant titties bouncing right in front of my face. I mean, they’re nice tits, I’m not gonna deny it, but like everything about her; it’s all plastic. I’m a natural man myself, and I love big tits. Even though I’ve seen a lot of breasts over the years, you can’t beat a natural rack. They just feel better. Look better… Who the fuck cares? Cupcake ain’t gonna give me any attention once I flip her off. My mind suddenly flicks to Amber shaking her rack at me behind the bar the other day in jest. My dick twitches and I hope that Cupcake can’t feel that because itain’t for her. I didn’t realize it was for fucking Amber either until this very moment.

“Don’t be so mean.” She cups her tits as I put my hands on her hips to steer her backward.

“Fuck, man, nice rack!” Bullet hollers as I turn and see him, JJ, Pipes and Giggs, one of the prospects, hooting and gawking. “Throw some of that my way!”

They all laugh as I steel my jaw. I don’t know why, but I look over toward the bar, knowing Amber is on shift tonight. I don’t see her, but I also don’t want her seeing Cupcake on my lap like this. I know our date isn’t a real date, but I don’t want her to think I gave in to temptation. She needs me right now, and that’s what I’m trying to focus on. Being a better man. This sudden awakening all happened the night I beat the living shit out of those two assholes bothering Amber in the street. The charges against me were dropped and deemed self-defense, even though I didn’t have a scratch on me. Security footage showed exactly what happened when the two jerks chased her up the street and waited for her to leave the restaurant. The thought sickens me that something more sinister could’ve happened. One of the guys, the bigger dude who fell like a sack of shit when I hit him, has already been inside for sexual assault. Seems he didn’t learn his lesson and he’s back in the slammer because he was on parole.

“I’m not bein’ mean.”

She’s still cupping her ginormous tits. “Don’t you like these?”

My dick is still hard, but not from her tits. That one flash back of Amber shaking hers, plus that time she dropped her pants and I saw her butt cheek, is all it took to get me rock hard. I don’t like it. I don’t like having these thoughts about her because I’m never gonna act on them. You can’t fuck and be friends.

“Sure, they’re great, I’m just… I’m… seeing someone.” The words blurt out before I can stop myself.

She frowns. “You are? Who?”

I wave a hand. “Just someone.”

Her frown turns into a grin. “Would I like her?”

I growl. “No, you wouldn’t, so go flash your titties over at Bullet, I’m sure he’d love to take you for a ride.”

She huffs. “Sure you’re not gay?”

“If I was, I wouldn’t be ashamed of it,” I counter. “Also, have a little self-respect. Pullin’ your tits out like that when there are ol’ ladies present isn’t gonna win you any favors.”

Her nose wrinkles. “You sound like a bitter old man.” She tucks her tits back into her top angrily. “I bet you can’t even fuck if you wanted to.”

“Oh, he can,” Amber says, leaning over to pass me another drink. “And I would know.”

I stare at her open-mouthed as Cupcake gapes.

“You?” she stammers, one hand placed on her hip. “Are you fucking him?”

We’re not, obviously, but I’m glad Amber jumped in to save my reputation. Sometimes I’m known to stick up for the ladies a little too much. I mean, we’ve all been sucked off and even fucked on this very couch with people around, but those days are very much behind me. The club is more PG now we’re all getting older and settling down. We still like to party, but I still think the likes of Cupcake and the other girls who wanna act this way should show a little restraint. That’s what the rooms upstairs were made for. Fuck away in private.

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