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“Anything worth proving?”
    “Not necessarily worth proving, but definitely worth experiencing,” she said, putting down her glass and taking the one next to the bucket and filling it up.
    “Come, Donald, sit on the bed.” Donna gestured to the space vacated by Kathleen. I sat down on the firm, king-sized bed as Kathleen handed me a drink.
    “You like Dom Perignon?” she asked as she went over to the dresser and leaned on it.
    “Anything but Cristal. It seems once a rapper puts a drink in a song the drink becomes diluted,” I replied.
    “Donna wasn’t sure that you’d come, but I think she teased you enough. They say if you tease a man, he will go to the ends of the earth to find out what’s behind it. In this case, all you had to do was take the elevator to the fifth floor.” Kathleen twirled her drink with her finger, then sucked the liquid from it.
    “Are we fucking, planning an assassination, or are we going to sit here and bullshit?” I asked, looking over at Kathleen’s creamy thighs and her pencil-thin lips that I could imagine impaled on Donna’s labia.
    “What’s the rush, Donald? You’re not invited to the party at home,” Donna said, running her fingers over her nipples. “We’re here for a lot more than fucking. Pussies and dicks are a dime a dozen; as you know. This here is a lifetime opportunity. I picked you because I know your history and, as the junk emails would say, you need a change.”
    Donna took her toes and ran them down the back of my head.
    “I’m listening,” I said as Kathleen, with those long, beautiful legs and blonde pussy hairs, approached the bed. I had heard that a lot of white woman dyed their pubic hair.
    “It’s not dyed,” she said, as if reading my mind.
    “I’m not selling shampoo, so I really don’t care,” I replied as I pulled her toward me.
    Donna reached over my shoulders and started to loosen my shirt.
    “What would you do for freedom?” Donna said, as she ran her hands down my T-shirt.
    “There are many jails. I don’t want to exchange mine for another one.”
    “I think you were right, Donna. He is the right one,” Kathleen said as she shoved her right nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it slowly, occasionally biting it to make her wince. I reached my hand around, grabbed a handful of Kathleen’s hair and pulled her down to her knees.
    She unbuckled my pants and swiftly yanked both them and my boxers off. By now my penis had already risen to the occasion.
    “We’re planning a robbery,” Donna whispered in my ear.
    Kathleen was all gums.
    “How much?” I asked, standing, and in the process taking my dick out of Kathleen’s mouth.
    “Twenty million dollars in untraceable bonds,” Kathleen said, her mouth finally free to speak.
    I took my right hand and grabbed her shiny, bouncing blonde hair, and as I lifted her up, I took my left hand and pushed Donna back down on the bed. I don’t know if I pushed Kathleen between Donna’s legs or if Donna’s pussy lips were a vacuum. All I know was that air couldn’t separate Kathleen’s mouth from Donna’s pussy.
    “Who is it?” I asked, running my hands over Kathleen’s white ass. I slid my fingers between the furls of her blonde pubic hair. The liquid from her wetness trailed down my finger like a wet sponge. I wiped my hands on the bed and pulled out the green Trojan condoms that had become my trademark. I slipped my fingers back into Kathleen and used her juices to add extra lubrication to the condom. Pussy eating wasn’t my thing. If a woman wanted her pussy eaten, she could find another woman to do that. I was here for one thing only and that was my dick. I tapped Kathleen on her Lucille Roberts twice-a-week exercised ass and she spread her legs to allow maximum penetration.
    “We want you to rob my boss, Kathleen’s husband,” Donna said as I sent my dick into Kathleen’s depths. I should have stopped fucking, put on my clothes and gotten the fuck out of there. That was the