Chapter 230: D*ck or die
Outside in the Manhattan street, as the four club-girls talked trashed about Beluga's purple pimp-wagon minivan, instead of getting offended, he deflected with a line he had on autopilot. "My driver got into an accident and crashed my Mercedes. He's in the hospital and the dealership couldn't replace it for me in time, so he gave me his car tonight."
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The four women exchanged glances, and shrugged. According to their drunk logic, the story checked out...
So, they all got in the car, with eight people fitting into seven seats, and started off on their way. It wasn't a very long ride to Brooklyn. Even so, Ben became more nervous with each passing minute. After all, he still needed to seduce one of these girls.
For that reason, when they arrived at the front of Beluga's house a while later, Ben's eyes gained a fierce determination. It was his last chance. D*ck or die...
Then, when they went inside, everyone learned that Beluga's place wasn't bad to host the after-party because of two fundamental things.
First, he had alcohol.
Second, Ben convinced him ahead of time to keep everyone away from his basement full of fish tanks...
As a result, the four guys and four girls hung out upstairs, as they turned on music and started drinking. At this point, it was late enough that the girls didn't care where they were, because there weren't any other options anyway. In fact, that was the theme of the night because they didn't have other choices for men either. These...were the benefits of having a private party.
So, alone and in good spirits, the four PUAs turned on their charm, and the girls responded well, in between their slurs and drunken buffoonery...
Before long, they'd all split off into pairs, each getting involved in their own conversation. This, of course, included Ben, who was working on a beauty with black hair as he checked her status.
[Target's current attraction level: attracted(+2 slut bonus)(+2 drunk bonus)]
[Target's current comfort level: invalid(drunk status)]
Her status was promising, very promising...
Very very promising...
And he imagined his other friends were in similar situations. However, his back was still cold because of the other system screen he viewed.
[Remaining time: 00:19:40]
His challenge clock was winding down, so he knew he needed to make a move. To be exact, since this was a group of four couples, they all needed to make a move, and in a surprise play, the first one to do so was the person who'd been the least conspicuous that night—Antonio!
Ben watched as he kissed his girl, whispered something into her ear, and then led her into the hallway. Although Ben didn't hear what he said, he would applaud his cousin if he could, which he couldn't because he was too busy being jealous and hating.
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Then, next up was Beluga, who wanted to show his girl something. "Yea, you need to see this, follow me. Yea, really, it's the original Shroud of Turin..."
Now, only Ben and Chuck remained. In reality, out of all the Frackers, Chuck was the one with the least work to do, as his girl also proved to be a shotacon, pressing him against the wall as she licked his neck.
So, that only left Ben, who looked at his black-haired girl and caught her staring into his eyes. She knew what was coming next. In fact, all four of the women knew what was going on, because in the first place, clubs were a place for people to hook up. If it wasn't someone's birthday or an event for some organization, when women went to clubs, it was never to "just dance." It was to get attention from men, and if the right one came along, to get more...
That's why at this point, when they all ended up partying in a man's house, it only took one of them taking the lead to go somewhere private, for the rest to fall down like domihoes...
Ben noticed it too. As each girl left, his raven-haired beauty became less and less shy, until soon, she wasn't shy at all. Smiling with her eyes, she gazed into his, throwing the occasional glance at his lips; the universal kissing signal...
Seeing this, bells went off in Ben's heads...and he no longer hesitated!
She was good to goo...and he knew exactly what to do.
He believed there was no way he'd screw this up! He was a made man! Smirking with supreme confidence, he leaned into her ear, and whispered...
Nothing...as he realized, 'No, I better shut up...'
He remembered talking was a bad idea when a girl wanted to get physical. That was even more crucial if prone to say something stupid!
In these situations, Ben learned it was best to follow one tactic—shut the f*ck up!
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Instead, he kissed her! And she kissed him back!
Then, after a brief make-out, Ben grabbed her hand and pulled her into the hallway, leading her to one of the remaining empty bedrooms, which she went along with. This was part of the plan. Before they entered the house, Beluga told him to grab any bedroom there, as long as he closed the door once inside so everyone else would know it was taken.
So, bringing her into one, he shut the door behind him. As soon as he did, the girl jumped into his chest, ravaging his lips as her hands explored his chiseled body.
Ben blinked. 'Does she have a numb p*ssy challenge too?'
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He didn't expect this. Still, he returned the favor and slid his hands everywhere over her clothes, his eyes popping open when he realized how fit she was.
'This is going to be fun...' He envisioned watching her in various positions, enjoying the sights from all angles. Then, he looked around the room and saw a huge pair of granny panties on the dresser.
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After a moment of shock, Ben realized he'd entered the tiger's den. 'F*ck! This is his mom's room!'