Lance still had his eyebrows raised, but didn’t pursue it further. He knew when not to push me, and straightened his tie instead.
“The boys and I are going to the Dream Hotel tonight, you want to come?” he asked. By boys he meant Jeremy and Jonas, two dickwads we hung with sometimes.
“Nah,” I growled. “I better go see what Patricia wants.”
But I knew I was headed back to the Donkey Club, to see the stripper with the big tits and even bigger smile. She’d wormed her way into my brain … and seeing her again was the only way to rid myself of the addiction.
CHAPTER THREE
Lance
I knew Logan was lying. That fucker was always bad at lying which is why I’m the negotiations guy. My brother is charismatic and friendly, great at getting a potential seller to list with us, at partying and making people like him. But he’s never been great at driving a hard bargain, slamming down on his emotions while playing the big points. So I knew he was lying through his teeth. It had something to do with where he’d been last night, and I’d been tipped off after Patricia called me, her voice venomous.
“Where’s Logan?” she hissed. “Did you take your brother to Club Luxe again?” She was referring to a gentlemen’s club around town famous for its hot underage hookers.
“No Patty,” I ground out, knowing she hated that name. “I have no idea where Logan is. Why don’t you try calling him?” I said, my own voice cold as ice.
There’s no love lost between us. Patricia’s like a fucking poison vine growing on my brother’s soul, and it hurt me to see him like this, depressed, moody, not wanting to go home because that blood-sucking leech would be there. Ever since she’d had that “miscarriage” last month, he let her move into his place. What a mistake. She’d done nothing but spend his money and whine, living a life of indolence and greed. God, how I hated that viper.
So I knew my twin wasn’t headed back to the penthouse he shared with Patricia. He was sneaking off … to where? Patricia keeps him on a tight leash, her fucking minions reporting back to her at every chance.
I watched as Logan grabbed his stuff, calling downstairs for his car to be brought around. I heard the motor of the Tesla roar and with a squeal, he was off.
I dialed downstairs as well, and hopped into my Lamborghini. I had a feeling I knew where he was headed … and it was connected to a girl we knew a long time ago.
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.
“That’s right folks! Sandy is fucking a ten-inch cock, and boy, it is IN all the way! Kacey, can you do better?” he crowed, glancing at my beautiful blonde. Oh shit, it was time to see if there was a bigger dong for Kacey to ride. At least I knew her name was Kacey now.
A huge biker dude shouldered his way up to the stage and I felt my hackles rising. He was so fucking disgusting, old, saggy tattoos running up and down his arms, with an untrimmed greyish-yellow goatee and a leather vest with “Hellions” emblazoned in gothic script on the back. Hellions, my ass, this dude was sixty if a day, he’d be lucky if he lasted another week without a wheelchair.
He pulled his dick out of his leathers though, and I had to give the guy credit. It was big, and as the woman measured it, it rose stiffly, like a flag waving in the wind.
Kacey was looking at it with fear and revulsion, swallowing visibly and I saw her give a weak smile to the biker. She then straightened her shoulders, giving her head a small shake of determination, and stared at that dick as if pumping herself up.
I respected her for that. My little girl was a professional, even when faced with the most disgusting of tasks.
The MC burst out, “Leather Dan is all of eleven inches! If Kacey can take it all, then she wins the prize unless someone with a bigger dong comes forward!”
I was revolted at the thought of my little girl climbing onto that pole, stripper or not. I hesitated for a moment, not sure that I wanted to fuck in public, but the thought of that delicious steamy pussy in close contact with Biker Dan? I couldn’t take it.
I shoved my way to the front of the crowd, mounting the steps to the stage. Kacey looked at me with confusion, then dawning recognition when she saw that I was the guy from last night. I flashed her a smile, confidently unzipping my fly.
And a hush descended over the crowd because my member had jerked out … and I was fifteen inches long. Kacey was going to have to fit fifteen inches in her cunny to win this contest, my pole boldly purple, bulging with veins as it pointed straight at my little girl.
She was loving it though. She stared at my fuckpole like it was the tastiest sausage, something she couldn’t wait to fit into her scorching cunny, licking her lips absentmindedly as she eyed my length and girth. Oh fuck! I had a fuckslut on my hands, my favorite type of female. She nodded, and with a saucy look at me, got down on her hands and knees in the sawdust.
I knelt behind her, waiting patiently as the woman measured my dick. Sure enough, fifteen inches was declared.
“Fifteen inches!” cried the MC. “We ain’t ever seen this before! Fitting fifteen inches!” he hollered.
And I probed her little slit with my member, noting with satisfaction that she was totally lubed up, the air heavy with her aromatic female scent.
“Ready?” I growled under my breath.
And the little blonde nodded at me ever so slightly, tossing her hair and giving me a sexy smile over her shoulder.
With a massive pump, I fucked into her. She was literally lifted off her hands and knees a bit, my shaft was so fucking big, skewering her on my penis like a pig on a roast. She screamed, throwing her head back, her pussy stretched unbearably, labia like thin rubber bands pinched around my dick with no choice but to submit. She squealed again, the violation so complete, so overwhelming, that her eyes rolled back for a moment. Finally though, Kacey calmed and tried to breathe.
“Slowly, slowly,” I murmured, my hands caressing her waist and ass. Because I was only in about five inches … and there was still ten to go. She must have suspected because looking over her shoulder, she whimpered, cowed by how much man meat was left.
I rubbed her ass again, soothingly stroking that firm golden flesh.
“You can do it,” I urged. Slowly, I began pressing my hips forward, burrowing myself into that tight tunnel, packing her full as she squealed again, tossing her hair, her little body struggling as she was reamed. And with a final thrust, I was in all the way.
The crowd roared. They’d witnessed an amazing fuck, a tiny girl taking the biggest dong they’d ever seen. And I knew I was in all the way even before the woman came to check, my balls banging against her clit, not a millimeter of shaft visible between her butt cheeks and my pelvis.
“That’s it folks!” shouted the MC. “Kacey wins the contest by taking a fifteen-incher! And folks,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “I think we’ve seen some magic tonight, don’t you? Fifteen is the stuff of legend, but tonight, at the Donkey Club, a record has been broken!”
I was just about to pull out when a voice I knew all too well called out, “And what does Kacey get if she takes two fifteen-inchers?”
My head swung around and met the owner of those eyes … my fucking twin Lance, who must have followed me to the club.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lance
The sight of the girl made me gasp. I’d followed Logan to the club, tailing him in my Lambhorgini. I saw the fucker walk up to a seedy joint with a donkey painted on the door, a burly-looking dude manning the line. Logan paid to go in, and I was aghast. Seriously? He was paying money to go into a shithole like this? Dude, the guy must have been really feeling down.
I balked when the doorman demanded a hundred bucks, but hey whatever, anything to see what my bro was up to. A dark velvet curtain was swept away, and I saw exactly what I expected. Sawdust floors, broken-down furniture, and a bar that looked like it served moonshine and peanuts, not a single bottle of decent liquor in sight. Fuck, what the fuck was my brother thinking?
But I scanned the crowd and saw Logan sitting in the back, partially hidden behind a column. Okay, at least he was maintaining a low profile instead of dancing like a drunken monkey up front, the way some of these rednecks were.
Suddenly, the door clanged shut behind me and a blue light came on.
“Gents, it’s time for the Mongo Size Contest!” crowed a greasy-looking guy in a velveteen suit. Where did dudes find outfits like that? The carnival store? The purple velvet was fucking ridiculous.
But I was astounded at what happened next. I mean, high-end gentlemen’s clubs absolutely provide sex, but it’s usually in the back, they’re not looking to give folks a free sex show. But the Donkey Club was so rancid that the girls were actually going to fuck men in public, for “an undisclosed prize.” WTF?! This was like some kind of x-rated wet T-shirt contest, where girls got naked and mounted big dicks.
But as soon as the girls walked on stage, I knew what Logan was here for. The third girl, the beautiful blonde, was exactly his type. She was sensuous, curvy, like a Malibu Barbie but size XXL.
And of course when it got to Kacey’s turn, my brother got up, letting his dong out of the cage. I knew what was coming. Logan and I have massive cocks, almost a genetic anomaly, our pricks are so fucking huge when stiff. And Logan was definitely aroused, his cock like a magnet oriented north, pointing at the pretty girl the moment it burst free.
From their interaction, I could tell that they’d met before. She gave him a dazzling smile, wiggling her cunny and tits as he walked up to the stage, almost slavering as she got down on her hands and knees, waiting for the mighty dong to do its job.
And of course he fucked her, the little girl’s eyes rolling up in her head, the hard squeezing, the slow but determined slide of my twin as he pushed that veiny, thick member into her salivating cunt. There was literally juice dripping onto the floor from their joined bodies, no need for KY, no sirree.
But I wanted to up the ante a little. After it was clear Kacey and Logan won the contest, I stepped up to the stage.
“What happens if this little girl takes another fifteen incher?” I said, unleashing my f
ly to reveal my wood. Never to fail me, my dick popped out, a deep pink shaft of steel, already dripping pre-cum from the slit.
“Oh shiiiit,” gasped the MC. We were definitely in uncharted territory. But there were no rules to this so-called contest, so might as well double-down.
“How about,” I suggested, “How about if Kacey takes both me and my brother, she gets a cool $10k bonus?”
The MC shook his head, knowing his bosses would never agree. But the roar of the crowd was overwhelming, men pounding on tables, shaking chairs, shouting like hooligans. After all, how often is it you get to see a beautiful girl DP’d on two 15-inch identical twin cocks? This was better than the best pay-per-view.
The MC kept on staring into the darkness, his eyes squinting, until finally he nodded.
“Okay, Mr. Twin, it looks like Donkey Club management has agreed to your terms. If you and your brother are able to get both your dicks squeezed into this little girl, then she gets an extra $10k for her services tonight!”
Smiling, I stroked my shaft, the bulbous head swelling and growing before the crowd’s eyes.
“I’m sure she can do it,” I murmured, looking at the little girl.
Here’s the first time that I took a good, close-up look at Kacey. She and my brother were still locked in a doggie position, not finished fucking when I’d come up to the stage. His shaft was about halfway in her from the back, her cunt gleaming and moist, visibly pulsing around that massive member.
But she looked hesitant when I approached her. Not only was one of her holes already filled, but she was going to take fifteen inches … up her ass this time.
I got on my knees in front of her mouth, lightly slapping my dick against her cheek, getting her used to the feel.
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