“Oh, that’s good,” Savage agrees, nodding seriously.
“Mira likes when I look shiny, like when I’m all sweaty. Maybe some baby oil?” Tank offers and I stare at him incredulously.
“Good thinking! I have some here,” Rider shoves an industrial sized bottle into my chest. “Rub that on, then maybe sit on the end of the bed. Looking all relaxed,” he takes a long look at me. “Well, as relaxed as you can be, I guess.”
I take the bottle and stare at him. And think about taking an antacid before remembering there is nowhere in this bullshit outfit I can keep them even if I wanted to.
“Yo, can you hurry up? We need the baby oil too. Tank has a good point,” Tav says, eagerly waiting to get oiled up as he stands there in his outfit.
In fact, the whole fucking MC is standing there in barely there outfits. Some are wearing their cuts, others, like myself, are foolishly standing here in just the skimpy underwear Rider has generously “gifted us.” Fuck, they better be new.
“Where did you get all these, ah, costumes?” I ask, nervously. The last thing I need is to have my balls cradled by the same fabric that has cradled Rider’s balls.
“Don’t have a conniption, dude. They’re all new. Got them on Amazon. That’ll be my little gift to your women,” Rider winks as Marx growls.
“Right.Chop chop, Tombs. I’ve got all these others fuckers to do. Sit on the edge of the bed, thighs spread.”
My balls draw up slightly and I end up sitting on the edge of the bed looking like a Catholic virgin.
“No, not like that!” Pops barks, before closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.
“What about if you lie on the bed?” Rhodie asks. It’s a terrible suggestion, but I appreciate it nonetheless. Even if it comes from a half naked man in the tiniest leather shorts I have ever laid eyes on.
I lie back on the pillows and then snap my thighs shut when my brothers get an eyeful and grimace.
“That is the hairiest taint I have ever seen,” Marx, my own prez says.
“Hey! I didn’t judge your hairy asses and saggy fucking balls,” I shout indignantly.
“I keep mine baby smooth,” Wire announces. “Just how Remy likes it.”
My gut gurgles and I don’t know how much more public humiliation I can take. No one else seems bothered though. All my MC brothers are standing around like they’re seasoned members of the Magic Mike travelling show.
“Look, if you dicks think you can do better, you go first,” I huff.
“Step aside, amateur,” Jules says, kicking my leg until I roll off the bed.
He reclines on the pillows, but not all the way back. He holds himself up enough so that his abs flex, making him look more fucking built than I’ve ever seen him. He slings part of the silk cover over one leg so it lands in his crotch, hiding the g-stringhe’s wearing so he looks fully naked underneath, then tucks an arm behind his head.
“Fuck, he’s good..” Savage whispers in awe.
At that Jules looks directly at the camera, cocky fucking look on his face as Rider’s camera flash goes off.
“Fuck, yeah! Gus, do something like that.”
I shoulder bump Jules as he slips out of the covers and heads to the changing room, before I too lie on the bed, in the exact same position Jules was in.
“How can two people look so fucking alike and yet one look so fucking constipated?” Wire muses to Judge.
“Jesus Christ, somebody help him!” Mad Dog groans. “Nitro! You help.”
“What the hell?”
“He’s got a point,” my stupid little brother says. “You and Fox both know what's sexy because you’re bi.”
“Only for each other,” Fox points out. “I don’t know what your women see in you.”
“Good point.” Judge says, nodding like this all makes sense. “What part of you does Ana love the most? Like what is she always ogling?”
