Page 7 of Serving Him

So yeah, I was fucking disgusted with the women I’d been seeing. I can’t even remember their names at the moment, it’s just a faceless rotation of female bodies. Oh wait, there’s one that springs to mind. Bunny. That’s right, she’s got an overbite to match her nickname, although she tries not to smile too much to hide those teeth.

So I’d taken a jet to Vegas for the weekend, leaving the ladies back home in a lurch. What the hell. I deserved a night off from those harpies, they’d find something else to do, whatever it was, I didn’t care.

And of course, the Club didn’t let me down. After getting a massage and taking a dip in the Olympic-sized pool, I headed to the bowling alley, and whaddya know, but Robert was here. Robert is a mofo from way back, he actually got me involved in this shit, recommended me for membership. So I felt obligated to make some conversation, to acknowledge the other alpha.

“So what’s the special tonight?” I grunted.

Robert knew I wasn’t talking about drinks at the bar or any shit like that.

“I hear she’s a virgin,” he said.

I snorted.

“They’re always virgins,” I said, looking off into the distance, bored. “So what? That’s what we pay for.”

“Yeah, but I hear the one tonight is special. Super curvy, ass and tits out to there, right up your alley.”

Although I gave no indication that I’d heard, still relaxed in the plush club chair, my dick jerked involuntarily. Fuck, just how curvy were we talking? This was like water to a thirsty man, I’d been wandering the desert for ages now. And despite myself, I had to ask

“You got some stats?” I ground out.

Robert smirked like a motherfucker.

“You bet I do. You didn’t see the bulletin the office sent out? It’s a new thing, they’re distributing key vitals before sales so that buyers can get the scoop.”

And with that, the man pulled out a catalogue. For real, an actual catalogue with glossy pages and the Club’s emblem emblazoned on the front.

“What the fuck?” I grunted, sitting up. “What the fuck? Is that a yearbook or something?”

Robert smirked again.

“Naw, not a yearbook, just an introduction to the goods, to see the girls before they come up, learn a little about the females. See?” he asked, flipping to a page somewhere in the middle. “I tagged this one, this is the one I want tonight,” he said, passing the book to me.

And true to form, this asshole had played me. Because sure enough, the catalogue opened to a delectable redhead, some girl named “Cathy” with a sweet, winsome smile. But even worse, Robert had jizzed on her face, the magazine pages sticky with dried cum, yellow crusted stuff flaking off.

“What the fuck!” I roared, throwing the book back at him. “What the fuck?”

And Robert literally roared with laughter, throwing his head back and opening his mouth so wide I could see his molars. Other guests in the bowling alley turned to look at us, shooting us dirty looks.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I raged. “This is so fucking disgusting, asshole.”

Robert just laughed even more.

“So what?” he smirked. “You set me up on that date with Tammy the space case, so it’s fair play.”

I paused for a moment. That was true, I’d set him up with Miss November, who was perfect to look at but who suffered from severe autism. Tammy knew exactly how to take her clothes off and spread her legs for pictures, holding a pose, but a conversation? Naw, that was out of her league, even “Hi” was hard.

So I grunted in acknowledgment.

“Yeah that was pretty classic huh?” I asked. It was my turn to smirk now. “Tammy was pretty fucking awesome huh?

“Fucking awesome?” snorted Rob. “More like that girl couldn’t survive without her handlers.”

Because it was true. Tammy had an entourage surrounding her, but this wasn’t your regular group of hangers-on and super-fans. Her particular entourage included a speech therapist and autism specialist, both of whom worked with Tammy on a daily basis to help her recognize cues from other people, to develop advanced social skills.

“Well, I hope you plowed her good,” I grunted. “I hope you got to sample the delicacies.”

Robert just shook his head.

“You’re fucked up man, you know that? Really sick in the head. The woman is practically disabled, and you sent her out on a date.”

I shrugged. Didn’t bother me.

“Was her entourage with her?”

Robert nearly blew his top then.

“Of course they were! That woman can’t get around without someone wiping her ass for her, we had five people with us at the restaurant, it was fucking insane.”

I just grinned once again.

“But there weren’t five people in the bedroom right? You got some nookie-nookie with the blonde?”

And Robert rolled his eyes at that one.

“Fuck you man, fuck you. I’m not even answering that.”

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