Page 4 of Double Massive: A Twin Stepbrother Romance
CHAPTER FOUR
Logan
I was back at the Donkey Club, the music banging and grinding, splitting my ear drums even from outside.
“A hundred bucks cover,” spat a dude with a greasy comb-over. A hundred bucks for this joint when last night it had been ten? What the fuck? But whatevs, I was on a mission.
Indoors the noise was even worse. Sawdust flew everywhere, making my throat itch and eyes water, the other patrons a line-up of red-neck meth users. Where did these people come from?
I know I’m an arrogant shit, using phrases like “these people.” But seriously, you don’t find folk like this in Manhattan. There were literally dudes wearing overalls and cowboy hats, like they were just back from the farm after a hard day’s work. What the fuck? Didn’t they see it was the concrete jungle out there?
But I was here to find one girl only. I didn’t know her name, which was pretty pathetic because how could I ask management if she was working tonight? But I’d find her. A girl like that has assets worth solid gold, and she’d be working them for all they were worth.
Three girls shimmied and jiggled on-stage, but none of them were the delicious blonde I’d sampled last night. I waited patiently in the back, semi-hidden in the darkness, waving away girls who tried to approach me.
Suddenly I heard the trumpeting of bugles, a cheesy prepackaged sound effect.
“Ladies and gents,” blasted the MC. “May I announce the start of tonight’s Mongo Size Contest?” he chortled.
What the fuck was this? Were girls with huge breasts going to get up and dance, showing off obscenely huge knockers? God, I hoped not. I hated those Guinness Book of World Record types, the girls who could smash watermelons with their Double H jugs. It was disgusting, the women almost deformed, painful to look at from multiple plastic surgeries.
But instead, I saw that security was locking the doors, a hush of anticipation descending over the all-male crowd. A blue light came on signaling the ok, and the MC gestured for a few girls to come on-stage.
“Come on ladies, don’t be shy… not that you’re ever shy,” he cackled again, the purple velvet suit making him look like a garish clown.
And oh shit. One of the girls was the girl from last night, the one I was looking for. She was luminous, her skin golden and tan, her legs long and shapely. The other girl was just mediocre, and the third was downright fugly. Hey, this is the Donkey Club. If you want to find a stripper who was the product of incest, you’ve come to the right place.
I saw that my girl was smiling but edgy too. Why? In fact, all of the girls looked a little jumpy, nervously eyeing the crowd.
“Alright gents, it’s the first time we’re running the Mongo Size Contest, so thanks for forking over that extra cover tonight, one hundred percent of it goes to our girls,” he said with a wink. Bullshit, that cover was going straight to management. But what the fuck was the Mongo Size Contest?
As if answering my unspoken question, the MC blared again.
“These girlies here are going to ride some dicks … and the girl who rides the biggest one wins!” he cackled.
No shit! Was this really going to happen? Were dudes really going to put their stiffies out there and let a girl climb on in public? Shit, this cesspool was even more depraved than I thought.
But sure enough, a greasy dude stepped up, one of those Jersey Shore types who’s worked out so his chest is really built-up, but his legs scrawny and chicken-like.
“Alright, let’s take this gent’s measurements!” announced the MC. A woman with a long ruler appeared, unzipping his pants. He pulled out his dong, and fuck that thing was a monster. He began stroking it until it was full-size, and then the woman measured it, whispering in the MC’s ear.
“This here gent’s got eight inches! Eight solid inches of cock for a girl to ride! Who’s gonna ride him tonight?”
The girls looked at each other uneasily. I don’t blame them. Although it was their job, eight inches is never easy, it’ll stretch even the loosest pussy. With a deep breath, the mediocre-looking girl stepped forward, probably just to get this over with. She put her arms around the dude’s neck and hoisted herself up. I saw the guy’s cock quest around a bit before finding her hole, splitting that wet flesh as she sank down on the dong, her pussy straining as it ate the fuckpole.
Her face was twisted in agony, but after a minute or so, she was able to squirm down all the way until the only thing visible was his balls. The woman with the ruler reached a hand down to check, and sure enough the dong was all the way in. She gave a thumbs up to the MC and he shouted with glee.
“Crystal’s taken eight straight, all the way up into that sweet pussy. She’s going to win the prize unless one of the other girls takes more!” he roared. Shit, this was so fucking depraved. How much were the girls getting to do this?
But by now, a second dude had wandered up to the stage, his dong out. This motherfucker was already hard, his slit dripping, droplets of pre-cum hitting the stage. The woman measured him, and the MC called out, “Ten inches! Burt here has ten inches for one of our girls to ride!”
This time the fugly one stepped forward. The dude frowned for a moment, pointing instead at my beautiful girl, but the MC overruled him.
“Nope, you know the rules, ladies’ choice. Sandy’s chosen you, and you get to fuck this little bitch!”
This time though, the fugly one lay on her back, spreading her legs, gesturing for the dude to get on top of her. Really? She was lying on sawdust, it was so fucking unhygienic, probably particles getting in her cunt from this pigsty.
But the dude didn’t even hesitate, unable to resist a free fuck, and knelt between her legs, pushing that massive dong in. The girl cried out, and I could hear her scream shrilly, even from the back. Man, she was in some real pain from the fuckpole! But he drilled her deep, and when the woman referee reached a hand in to check, she gave the MC a thumbs up.