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“Pivot,” Vienna muttered under his breath.

“What I—”

Vienna punched him in the face, knocking him out cold.

“Be nice,” he warned, glaring at us both.

“I wasn’t planning on doing anything else,” Rachel smiled sweetly.

Vienna scoffed. “I wasn’t just talking to you. She’s not defenceless, Rachel. Remember that.”

And then he grabbed hold of Pivot’s ankle and dragged him into Church, the rest of his brothers following behind him.

“Ladies,” she announced, walking around the other side of the bar until she was standing next to me. “The bar is ours. Enjoy yourselves. You?” she hissed, grabbing my arm and hauling me off my seat. “You’re coming with me.”

Chapter 13

Vienna

I dragged Pivot the remainder of the way into Church and then bent low, picking him up and depositing him in his seat at the other end of the table from Dante and me with the rest of the prospects.

But before I took my seat at Dante’s side, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pen, ripping the cap off with my teeth as I steadied an unconscious Pivot in his seat.

“What are you doing, Vienna?” Riley asked, eyeing me with suspicion.

What else was new?

“Decorating,” I replied, my words slightly muffled since I couldn’t move my lips properly.

Dante came over without a word, grabbed the cap from my teeth and shoved it into my beard.

“There you are,” he said, shaking his head already.

“Cheers, pal,” I grinned at him.

He saluted at me with a dry chuckle and took his seat at the head of the table, leaving me to my business.

“Did we really need more cock decorations?” Riley said, leaning over my shoulder to look at the crude drawing I had scribbled on Pivot’s face.

“Not now, Riley. I need to concentrate. You wouldn’t ask Van Gogh if we needed more sunflowers, would you? Exactly,” I nodded without waiting for him to answer. “Now leave me to my cock-sterpiece.”

I was quite proud of it, actually.

I had drawn the balls around Pivot’s mouth, complete with plenty of pubes and even the odd crab here and there. The actual shaft ran up his face, along the sides of his nose, and the head of the dick was on his forehead. I added some thick veins to the length of it, some more crabs scurrying, and then, the pièce de résistance, huge globs of cum flying out of the head and dripping down his eyebrows and cheeks.

“Vienna, that’s concerning,” Sunshine said, popping his head over my shoulder.

“Why?”

“Well... it’s quite lifelike.”

“And that should be concerning? We all have dicks, Sunny. We should know what they look like.”

“Here, give me that,” Ant said, snatching the pen out of my hands and placing it against Pivot’s cheek.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Needs some veins. Mine is nice and veiny.”