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"Holy fuck," I breathed at the costs. I stood, pulling my dick from my bimbo-wife's face. I glanced at Shaun who stared on in shock. "Get me your credit card right the fuck now!"
"What?" Shaun asked, glancing up at me.
"NOW!"
The fucker ripped his wallet out and threw it at me. I had no extra money. I had spent it all on fucking my daughter in the hotel room. I opened the wallet and found his credit card. I typed in the number and the three-digit code on the back and bought myself 10 crystals.
$475 for ten. It was fucking criminal, but I wasn't the one paying. God, no wonder that little fucker who had my daughter was whoring her out. This shit got expensive fast. I shoved my phone and Shaun's credit card into my jeans. I pulled those on.
"Let's go, sluts," I said. "Got to get to the Lucky Bunny Gentleman's Club. That whore will be taking the stage soon."
"Yes, hunny!" both my bimbo-wives said. They grabbed my arms and held me.
As I headed to the door, Shaun gasped, "Where are you taking my wife?"
"She's my wife," I said. "I'll send you divorce papers."
Grinning, I stepped outside with my two bimbo-wives. One more to go. Courtney was barely older than my daughter, but I made the mistake of marrying the tart. That meant she was mine. And no wife of mine would shake her ass on stage for other men.
To be continued...
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