Her Biker Bodyguard
“We’re Demons now. Your president just gave you an order.”
I laughed as the men all began to take off their clothes. Twenty big, badass bikers all turned into fucking pussies as they stripped naked, tossing aside their weapons.
“Disgusting,” Ford said. “Looks like a bunch of fucking hairy bears.”
“Yeah, but bears with terminal cancer,” Dow joked. “Look at them, hairy and fucking patchy.”
“And a bunch of tiny little cocks,” Spoil added, grinning.
I turned away from the show, not interested anymore. I headed over to the bar and found a towel. I stripped off my jacket and shirt, tossing them aside, and wiped the blood from my face.
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