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want to unnecessarily draw out one of my last nights of freedom.”
    “Aww, Jules, you don't mean that, do you?” I brushed a short piece of hair behind her ear and she swatted me away, then punched me in the chest.
    “You touch me again, I'll grab your balls and twist. Got it?”
    Rolling my bottom lip under my teeth, I let out a low growl. “Promise? I told you I like kinky shit.”
    She sighed and reached for the door.
    Jag glanced over at me, his lips curling up into one of those smiles he'd get before he really pissed Jules off. He loved getting her all riled up. We all did.
    “Hey, Tink.”
    “For the love of God, stop calling me that!”
    He shrugged. “How about…I don't.”
    She swung at him and he ducked.
    A smirk fell over his face, and he laughed again. “How much you want to bet I could get two of those girls in there to suck my dick at the same time? Hell, I bet they suck me off while Rush hits them from behind. You should really try it out sometime, you might like it.”
    Jules let out a loud groan. “I’ve got to find another job. Out of all the bands I’ve worked with, you guys are hands down the most disgusting and annoying!”
    There she went with that word again.
    She flung the door open, shaking her head as she motioned us in.
    I couldn’t resist smacking her ass when I strutted past her, which provoked another aggravated huff.
    God, I love pissing her off.
    I shook Jag’s shoulder. “Dude, I wouldn't be making any more bets for a while. You lost that one you made with your brother. That girl fucking hates you,” I taunted.
    He flipped me a bird as he strutted into the room, raising his hands out like he expected applause.
    “Well,” Jules grumbled, “have fun. We gotta pack it up in an hour, so hurry it the hell up, okay?”
    I caught her glancing at me, then over at the girls before she shut the door behind her.
    Sometimes, it seemed like this shit got to her, and I felt guilty because I wanted this to bother her. Every fucking time, I wanted it to hurt her because she wouldn’t even give me a damn chance. She hurt me, I needed to hurt her. I was childish like that sometimes.
    I scanned over the group of girls standing in the middle of the room. Every single one of them had a nervous, fame-struck glaze coating their face. When we entered the room they all fell silent and stared at us; eyes pulsing open and grins deepening, giggles seeping out from a few of them as they nervously adjusted their skirts, hair, breasts.
    Jag raised his arms up above his head like he wanted applause, and then he stepped forward. “A few rules. Of course, no pictures, and we reserve the right to deny that any of this ever happened if we need to; that shit was in those waivers you signed. And most importantly, we have to leave in an hour, so foreplay’s not gonna happen—well, no foreplay other than having your slippery lips slurp back my dick.” He laughed, and each of the girls swooned a little. “I can fuck one of you, or I can fuck all of you—that’s just up to you. But I pick who goes first.”
    “Well, I’m only gonna fuck one of you,” Stone mumbled, reaching out for one of the brunettes. “You.” She giggled as he yanked her to him and stroked his hands through her hair.
    I didn’t care which one I got. They wanted this opportunity to touch fame, to get as personal with it as they could. This was a fantasy for each and every one of them, and there was nothing I could do to change that. I could have been as rude, crude, and as much of a dick as I wanted to be to them, and I still would have had them spreading their legs wide open and begging me to fuck them. And when I let myself think about that, it was pretty degrading, for both parties involved.
    To them, I was a shot at fame, a bragging right. For a second, when my cock was buried deep inside them, they were famous too. And to me, well, they were just a more entertaining option than jerking one off.
    I approached the one closest to