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But it’s what Lily does to me. She brings out my protective instinct. I want to take her and dominate her, but I also want to make the world safe for the brunette. She’ll lack nothing. Every wish will be granted, starting with getting her away from her stepmom and dad. Those people sounded like freaking assholes, threatening her with her own trust fund.
So yeah, I’ve taken steps. And although Lily doesn’t know, I have a lawyer on retainer, and I let him know the details of my best girl’s situation. Hamlin’s looking into it. The beautiful brunette won’t want for anything once I’m done.
But there’s still tonight.
Battle Bang.
Sex wrestling, complete with a dirty finish.
Fuck yeah. It’s going to be amazing. And looking at myself in the mirror, I know I’m ready. Every muscle is oiled and bronzed, a loose pair of shorts hanging lightly over my hips. These aren’t long basketball shorts. Instead, it’s more like a loincloth, the uniform of men from way back when. It hides my junk but once I’m aroused, the material isn’t gonna stop me. You’ll see my cock standing out from my hips, ninety degrees and aroused, ready to do damage.
Because Lily’s getting it tonight. I’m going to own that pussy. I’m gonna make her squeal and cream, breaking her hymen and taking that virginity until she’s a hundred percent mine, gasping as she’s stuck tight on my pole. Hell, I have this mutation, and Lily doesn’t know it yet, but she can’t get off when I’m at full arousal.
So with another look at myself in the mirror, I put on my coat and head to Petey’s. Lily’s there … and I’ve got a job to do.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lily
Oh my god. This is really happening. This is not a dream.
I showed up at Petey’s, not knowing what to expect. The parking lot was empty, which surprised me. Weren’t we supposed to be performing in front of crowd?
So with a trembling hand, I opened the front door to the gym, bells tinkling.
“Hello?” I called, poking my head in. The gym was dark, but that was normal, seeing that it was 9 p.m. “Hello?” I called futilely.
Finally, a woman appeared dressed in a tiny cocktail dress. Her frame was thin and elegant, hair and make-up perfectly done. The fancy outfit looked completely out of place at the shabby gym, but at this point, I wasn’t sure what to expect.
“Welcome,” the woman said. “I’m Carlinda. Please follow me.”
Follow her? Where would we go? By now, I knew Petey’s as well as anyone else, and the grimy halls and used exercise equipment were as familiar as the back of my hand. But I nodded imperceptibly and Carlinda began to walk. To my surprise, she took me to the back where Petey’s office was.
“Wait, we can’t go in there,” I said. “That’s Petey’s private space.”
Too late. Carlinda had already opened the door, and to my surprise, it was unlocked.
“Follow me, please,” she said smoothly. I stepped into the office and it looked no different than the few times I’d seen it. Just a giant desk with stacks and stacks of paper on it, not to mention assorted shabby furniture that belonged at a rummage sale.
But Carlinda proceeded to a closet, one hand out. When she opened the door, I saw that it wasn’t a closet, but rather a gleaming steel elevator.
“Follow me, please,” came her pleasantly modulated voice.
Hesitantly, I moved into the silver chamber, the door swiftly sliding shut behind my form. We descended in silence for what felt like forever. How far were we below the surface of the earth? At least ten stories for sure.
But finally, the elevator glided to a halt and the door opened to reveal a gleaming white antechamber. It was futuristic and a little scary-looking.
“What?” I stammered. “Where are we?”
Carlinda shot me a knowing look.
“Battle Bang is a private club and values discretion,” she said smoothly. “All of our operations are conducted below ground so as not to attract curious eyes.”
I nodded dumbly. The room was featureless but obviously modern and high-tech. Bright lights illuminated our shadows, and Carlinda paused once we were outside.
“Because you’re new to Battle Bang, you will not be able to use the women’s locker room,” she said. “Please undress here, and I’ll lead you to the ring.”
I gaped.
“Wh-what? Here? But …?” The words died on my lips.
“But what?” she asked pleasantly like nothing was wrong.
I shook my head dumbly.
“But nothing,” was my subdued reply. “I’ll get ready here, no problem.” Because there wasn’t really any “getting ready” to do. Shaft had ordered me to wear my flimsiest panties, and I’d done so. So slowly, I looked around the room suspiciously, making sure there were no cameras, before slowly stripping off my clothes. And finally, I stood before Carlinda in nothing but a tiny pair of black tanga undies. The look was seductive, but not overly so because tangas provide full coverage without being granny-like. They covered my front adequately, and the leg holes were low enough to look sweet but not prudish.
