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girls to Austin?” I asked as I released her hand.
    “We live here. He put an ad on Craigslist and wanted two girls to come with him to the fight. I’m Barbee with two E’s. This is my sister, Brandee. Same way,” she giggled as she nervously twisted her hips.
    I nodded at Brandee and smiled.
    Sisters.
    Sunday dinner, knocking out a fuckmuffin, and sisters, all in one day.
    I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer.
    God, if you’re listening, he did touch the Chevelle. He deserved it. Can you help a brother out on some sisters?
    I opened my eyes, glanced at Dekk, and winked. As he pushed his hands further into his hoodie pockets, he slowly shook his head. Dekk didn’t speak much, but he didn’t have to. My lifestyle, or portions of it, disgusted him. I didn’t take advantage of women, and I never hurt them, but I sure fucked the shit out of them if they’d let me. Dekk wasn’t one to agree with me about a woman’s desire to be shoved full of cock. I always told ‘em up front what I wanted, and if they agreed…
    “Well, I need to go get my shirt at the manager’s office, and I’m ready to get out of here,” I focused on Barbee’s blue eyes, which were glued to mine.
    “If you girls need a ride, I’ll gladly offer one. I’m going to tell you up front, there are two things I’m good at on a Sunday night,” I paused and alternated glances between Barbee and Brandee.
    “Fightin’ and fuckin’. And when I leave here I ain’t headed to another fight,” I chuckled.
    Slowly, Barbee slid her arm around my right elbow, gripped it with her hand, turned to her sister, and nodded. Almost immediately, Brandee walked to my left side and slipped her hand around my lower bicep.
    I took a shallow breath, exhaled, turned to face Dekk, and mouthed the only words that fit this fucked up situation.
    Fuck yes.

 
    BARBEE. “Chuck what?” I asked, not really sure of what he said.
    “Chuck Fuckin’,” he responded.
    He tossed his shirt over the arm of the couch and reached for the waistband of his shorts. I watched his hands as he fumbled with the button. His knuckles were covered with scars, and his hands were huge. If what they say about a guy’s hands being large is right, this may just make for a really fun night. Something about a tattooed, muscular fighter with a sense of humor was a huge turn on; and this guy was all of the above.
    “Oh my fucking God,” I gasped as his shorts fell to his ankles.
    “What?” he said as he kicked his shorts free of his shoes.
    “Your….uhhm…cock,” I stuttered as I pointed to the massive cock that hung between his legs like some other form of appendage altogether.
    “The piercings?” he asked as he looked down and started stroking it.
    “The what ?” I asked as I watched his hand slide up and down the shaft.
    “Piercings?” he said as he lifted his cock and exposed the underside.
    “Holy fuck, what are they? Oh God. It’s getting hot in here. Brandee, come here,” I squealed as I waved my arms.
    Brandee stood from the barstool and shook her head as she walked toward the portion of the room where we were standing. Her eyes widened as she saw Ripp standing naked, wearing only his shoes and holding his massive cock by the head. Although Brandee rarely spoke, she looked down at his cock, up at his face, back down between his legs, and almost screamed.
    “ Oh my fucking God, that’s hot . Are you going to fuck him?” she rested her hands on her thighs and bent her knees slightly, staring across the room at his cock.
    Brandee and I had a rule. We never had sex with the same guy. We almost always traveled together, and were quite close, but we never crossed those lines. Several guys tried, and many had fetishes, but we always stuck to our guns in that respect. She knew if Ripp and I had sex, she was out of the equation.
    “Uhhm, yeah. He’s mine,” I mumbled as I licked my lips.
    “Quit staring at me, you’re making me self-conscious. I’m not some fuckin’