Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
He had a point there. I nod and squint.
“Yeah, but didn’t that dossier give their real names? And weren’t their real names something like Jessica, Jane and June?”
Evan chimes in now too.
“Besides, who has three grandmas? So how could Mandy, Tandy and Candy be named after their forebears?”
Brett rolls his eyes.
“That was just an example, you dunce, to demonstrate your stupidity. But never mind because this isn’t an IQ test. Who said anything about intelligence? This is a depths test.”
Evan and I both stare again.
“You mean, like who has the deepest personality?” Evan asks, with disbelief still tingeing his voice. “I’m sorry to say, but I don’t think your girls are going to come out on top in any type of competition like that. After all, one girl’s name is “Candy.” You might as well call her Barbie, unless secretly, she’s got a Ph.D.”
I’m about to say something witty as well but then Brett cuts us off with a snort.
“No, I mean depths test as in ‘down there.’ You know, pussy depth. To see how much they can handle down there.”
This time, both Evan and I gape at him like fish.
“You must be shitting me,” I finally choke out. “You want to see how much a girl can take in her pussy?”
Evan lets out a gurgling sound like he’s getting water in his lungs, but Brett merely grins.
“Yeah, I want to see how much cock she can take. The girl who can take the most cock wins. Get it? Depths test,” he cackles.
I squint at him, shaking my head.
“You are one fucked up motherfucker,” I growl.
Evan nods while staring at our friend, who’s still cackling like he’s won the lottery.
“Seriously messed up,” he agrees. “No way, my girl’s not going to do it. No way. Amelia’s a good one, and besides, she’s innocent. I think she’s a virgin,” he says under his breath.
“Yeah, mine’s not going to do it either,” I say. “Ava’s probably not a virgin,” I begin as pictures of that pink dildo deep within her flash through my mind, “but my girl is definitely really smart, and she’s not going to go for something like this.”
Brett, meanwhile, has stopped howling from laughter and is now drinking some water to calm down. He puts the glass down at us and shakes his head.
“Man, pussy-whipped, both of you. What the hell is wrong with you guys? How did those ladies get you under their thumbs so quick?”
Evan and I both sputter helplessly for words.
“You guys are pathetic losers,” Brett starts again while rolling his eyes. “This isn’t a question of whether they want to. This is a question of whether you want to. You own the island here. You own this property, this resort, hell, even this palm tree,” he says, gesturing to some waving fronds in back of us. “If you want your girl to participate, then she will. Just tell her what’s going down, and then tell her she’s a contestant. Tell her, not ask her.”
Evan shakes his head.
“No man, even if I tell Amelia that we’ll be doing some pussy depths contest, she’ll never agree. She’ll run screaming and probably set her own hair on fire. She’s a virgin, don’t you get it? She’s not going to measure her twat for anyone because it’s never been touched before.”
Brett merely snorts again.
“Yeah, and that’s where you step in. You’ll be the one touching her. You’ll be the one measuring her. You call the shots. What is wrong with that?”
Evan sits back, looking completely shocked as I let the idea run through my head. To be honest, it sounds kind of fun, and seeing how that toy was deeply buried within Ava, I have a feeling we’d win.
“So what does the winner get?” I ask nonchalantly. “I’m not saying that I’m into the idea, I’m just saying I’m interested in what we get as a result.”
Brett starts chuckling again, shooting me a knowing grin.
“Yeah, you like the depraved shit, don’t you? Honestly, I have no idea what the winner would get. I mean, what are we possibly lacking? We’re billionaires with everything at our fingertips: private jets, castles to live in, the hottest women and even a secluded island. So what could we possibly ask for?”
I ponder that question for a moment.
“I have no idea,” is my final answer. “You got me.”
Brett chortles.
“Exactly! There’s nothing that we want, so I guess we’ll just have the say the winner gets the satisfaction of knowing that their girl is the deepest. Does that work for you guys?”
Evan is still staring at us.
“No way, Amelia’s never going to agree. She’s going to go bat shit and beat me over the head if I even suggest it to her.”
Brett shoots him a disgusted look.
“My man, she’s only been here for a day, and you’re already completely pussy whipped. What the hell is wrong with you? Come on, my man. If Carver can do it, then you can do it too.”