It was a relief to get out of the car and toss my keys to the valet. Ace continued busting my balls as we walked into the club. “Wouldn’t it be nice to fuck whoever you wanted and not feel guilty?” he asked.
I was feeling guilty, or at least I had when my thoughts drifted to Caroline’s lips and her thin white top that left little to the imagination without a bra underneath.
“Fast cars, expensive suits, hot pussy, and winning the game,” he said. “That’s what matters in life.” Ace, the poet, maybe he should write for Hallmark.
Marty and Frank were already squeezed into our regular booth with two cute blondes leaning over the table with shorts so short they made my dick hurt. They were gathering autographs from the players with a ball they claimed to have caught during practice.
Damn, I don’t remember seeing them at any of the practices; Whitney did have me on a short leash.
They squealed when they saw Ace and me slide into the booth. “Will you sign our balls?” one asked. They both wore ponytails that dangled on each side of their heads and tight blue tank tops that barely contained their double Ds.
Twins. They were fucking twins.
“We’ll sign yours if you sign ours,” Ace teased as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and laughed at his own joke.
The thought was appealing.
They both bit down on their bottom lips at the same time and tilted their heads as they obviously struggled to get the pun. “Oh,” one finally said, and they both giggled. Whether they truly got it or not, who cared, not me. “That’s a deal,” they said in unison. Holy shit, they share a brain as well. This would almost be too easy, even for Ace.
They pushed their baseballs towards us, leaning over the table to give us the fantastic view down their tank tops while we each signed our autographs. One pulled a card from her back pocket and pushed it across the table in between both myself and Ace.
“That’s our hotel; the room number is on back, and my cell.” Ace turned the card over, room — #712 Candy and Mandy was written above a cell phone number. He slid it into his shirt pocket and smiled at the girls. “I’ll be there,” he promised.
“Are you coming?” Mandy or Candy asked me directly. If they didn’t stand up and take their tits from my face soon, yes, I would be coming right in my pants.
“Sorry, ladies, as fun as that sounds, I’m going home to my girlfriend,” I said without the same remorse I felt turning down Caroline.
They made their little aww sounds and batted their eyes, but then quickly returned to Ace. “Can you handle us on your own?” Candy or Mandy asked.
Ace laughed at their ridiculous question and nodded. “The question is… can you two handle me?”
They giggled and moved along to finish getting their balls signed as some of the other team players had taken seats at the bar. “You’re not seriously going over there are you?” I asked.
He lifted a brow. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, for one, isn’t Holly staying at your place?” Frank and Marty overheard, and both leaned in to give Ace a questioning look and quick smile.
“She’ll get hers when I get home, if I have any left to give,” Ace boasted. “Who the fuck am I kidding, there’s always plenty of Ace to go around.”
He was so cocky, so confident, so much of an asshole that a part of me still wished I could be like him. I hated that part of myself.
The brunette waitress showed up with beers and shots for the table. “Well, it’s about time darling,” Ace said with a sarcastic smile.
She smiled and batted her eyes. “You looked pretty busy with your twin toddlers,” she sassed.
“I’m gonna have to spank that sass right out of you,” Ace threatened. She blushed, giggled, and it was evident she would like nothing more than for Ace to bend her over his knee.
She started to walk away when Ace gripped her hand. “Stay there for a minute, darling,” he ordered. He slid the shots to each of us and let out a cheer, “Here’s to never taming the beasts!”
We all repeated his chant and clinked our glasses together before slinging the alcohol down our throats.
“Okay, now to deal with you,” Ace said to the brunette, who waited by the table as instructed. “Are you wearing panties?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
“Take them off,” he ordered.
She started to walk away, obviously to run to the bathroom to do as he instructed. How did he have this sexual power over women? It was God-like, or at the very least, the most impressive skill I had ever seen in a man. “No, no, right here, take ‘em off,” Ace instructed.
I’ll be damned if that brunette didn’t reach under her skirt and slide her panties down right there at our table. I watched with amazement as she worked the black lace over each high heel before handing them to Ace.
He pushed the table out from the booth and motioned with his finger for her to come towards him. He took her hand, pulled her closer and then bent her over his knee so her bare ass was facing me and not the crowded bar. “How many do you want?”
She giggled. “Four.”
Right there before God and everybody, Ace brought his hand down on her ass. Not too hard, but hard enough to make her jump. He spread her ass cheeks and used two fingers to spank her lightly on the pussy a couple times. “Okay, now my boys have to give you at least one spanking each. You made them wait to be served too.”
He looked to me first, motioning towards her bare bottom and taunting me to spank it. She bucked up from his lap, lifting her ass in the air enough to expose her plump pussy lips.
“C’mon, don’t be a pussy,” Ace goaded. He reached for her cheeks again, spreading her wide open. My cock twitched at the sight, and without giving it another thought, I licked my index and middle finger, held them tightly together and slapped against her warm flesh. Frank and Marty took their turns. Frank more eager than Marty, who only gently slapped her ass cheek. When we were done, she raised up from his lap and gave him a look that apparently wanted more of what he dished out. I knew he would end up in the men’s room with her at some point in the night. She’d be an appetizer before his main course of twins, then Holly his dessert, or possibly a midnight snack if he found another toy in between.
The owner of the club walked up to our booth. I was expecting him to say something about our behavior with his waitress. Instead, he informed us that our drinks, as well as a special selection of appetizers would be on the club all evening. “Consider it a bribe to ensure you play well and win your first game,” he joked.
“Sorry about the scene earlier,” Ace apologized.
I was impressed, I believe it was the first time Ace Newman had ever apologized for anything.
The man smiled, shook his head, and twirled the end of his long curly mustache. “As long as what you do stays out of the sight of the other patrons, it’s consensual, and you keep my girls happy, then you cannot offend me,” he said with a thick Italian accent.