Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
“Can I please share the whole proposal before we start discussing this?” Rooster asks with a heavy dose of sarcasm. “Or whatever’s going on down there.”
Grinder stares at him in horror. “There’s more?”
Z still hasn’t said a word but he’s leaning sideways in his chair, rubbing his temple, like he’d rather go down a bottle of Advil than listen to another word. “Continue, VP,” he says, absolute exhaustion weighing down his voice.
“She proposed posting an open casting call on all of her social medias, ‘seeking male talent, eighteen and up only, current STI results, location to be determined.’” Rooster rattles off the list of requirements in an irritated tone. Stella’s email had a precise list of demands.
A strangled noise of exasperation escapes Z. “Who’s supposed to sort through the applications?”
Rooster glares at him. “Me.” He jerks his thumb in my direction. “Jiggy.”
“I beg your finest of pardons, motherclucker.” My tone better be crystal clear that I’m not sorting through a bunch of gang bang applications. “No, the fuck I won’t.”
Chuckles from further down the table swiftly get covered with a loud fake cough.
“Can’t forget my favorite part.” Rooster taps one of the pages. “The applicants need to send in a headshot—because, and I quote—‘she doesn’t want any ugly guys.’”
“Yeeeah,” I say, stretching out the word to draw attention to the obvious. “We all know that pile will be full of dick pics.”
Butcher bursts out laughing. “The only guys signing up for that are gonna be ones who can’t get laid otherwise.” He points at Suds and Hustler. “Guess you two are off the gang bang list, you ugly fuckers.”
“Pfft.” Suds lets out a fuck-you snort. “Fine by me.”
“Where is she planning to film this fuckfest?” Grinder asks. “From what Z’s described, the kind of hotels she likes to film in are gonna notice a parade of peckerwoods rotating through their lobby, dicks in hand.”
Rooster’s lips stretch into a thin line. He’s really dreading this reveal. “She wants to film it here.”
“Absolutely the fuck not,” Grinder practically shouts. “Is this broad insane? We’re not taking the security risk of having a hundred civilians traipsing through our clubhouse.”
Rooster raises one finger. “A hundred and one.”
Grinder shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”
“Grandpa has a good point,” Hustler says. “I don’t want a hundred perverts in and out of our clubhouse.”
“You mean a hundred and one, in addition to the ones that already live here?” I say, circling my finger around the table.
A slow smirk spreads over Hustler’s face. “Don’t act like you’re so innocent now that you’ve got a pretty young thing who lets you stick it in her on the regular.”
Grinder smacks the back of Hustler’s head. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth when you talk about his ol’ lady.”
Hustler throws out a hand in my direction. “He started it, callin’ us all perverts.”
“You are a pervert,” Z says. “Ol’ ladies are off-limits.” His gaze swings to me. “Sit the fuck down, Jiggy.”
Hadn’t even realized I’d gotten up and was leaning halfway over the table about to wrap my hands around Hustler’s neck. Ooopsie. Still glaring at him, I drop back into my chair.
He finally holds up his hands. “Sorry, you know I’m just fuckin’ with you, brother.”
I nod to accept the apology.
Rooster glances down at me, his eyes squinty with annoyance. “Can I continue?”
I hold out my hands. “No one’s stoppin’ you, brother.”
He blows out a breath. “I warned her filming it here wouldn’t be an option. The alternative she suggested is renting a house through Vay-Kay.com”
“She’s gonna need a big place for that,” Hustler says.
Z holds up his hands. “Wait a second. We’re not bankrolling this ‘project’ of hers. It’s disgusting.”
This must be the answer Rooster expected or was hoping for. He bobs his head up and down. “It doesn’t fit her ‘brand’ of female-gaze, artsy porn, either. I feel pretty confident very few women want to watch this.”
“Wait.” Suds snaps his fingers. “Her films are supposed to be for women?” His face wrinkles with confusion. “Is that why they’re all shot in that weird hazy sunlight and there’s always so much pussy-licking in them?”
“Tell us you’ve never satisfied a woman without telling us,” I sing.
Laughter ripples around the room.
“Wait, why are we being so judgmental, Prez?” Eazy grins like an idiot. “Clubs run trains all the time. Not much different than that.”
“This club doesn’t have a hundred strangers line up to drill anyone,” Z says through clenched teeth. “The porn business is sleazy enough. Let’s not make it worse.”
That wipes the smirk off Eazy’s face. “I’m just sayin’,” he mutters, sliding down in his seat.
“What’s wrong, bro? You want to sign up to be sloppy seventy-fifths?” I taunt.
“Only if you’re number seventy-four.” Eazy blows me a kiss.
“Fucker.” I laugh and sit back.
“The amount she’s requesting is in the mid six-figures.” Rooster passes a piece of paper to Z.