Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Nice,” grins Jake. “Now you’re speaking my language. So did you ever sleep with the mom? Is there a mother-daughter threesome in the works?”
I stare at him.
“You are one sick motherfucker, you know that?”
He holds his hands up, palms out.
“Hey, just asking. More power to you if you have. I’ve done sisters before. Twins, even, but never a mother-daughter duo.”
I roll my eyes again because obviously, talking to this asshole is pointless.
“No,” I say in a short tone. “I haven’t slept with the mom, and I don’t plan to. In fact, I haven’t slept with any of the other women since I met Jasmine.”
Jake whistles.
“So it must be serious between you two,” he concludes.
“Yeah,” I confirm. “I think it is.”
“Does she feel the same way?”
I think for a moment.
“It seems like it,” I say slowly. “Jasmine’s a nice girl. She goes to school, and has good values. I don’t think she’d try to take advantage of my feelings for her.”
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Jake winks.
“And that is?”
“Propose to her, but make her sign a pre-nup,” he says like this conversation is totally normal. “If she agrees to an onerous pre-nup, then you’ll know she’s not after your money.” A flame of anger flares up inside me again at his utter disrespect towards Jasmine, the sanctity of marriage, and really to his lack of basic human decency.
“Are you fucking serious? I didn’t say anything about marriage,” I snap.
“I didn’t say anything about marriage either,” retorts Jake. “Just a pre-nup and a proposal. No one says that you have to actually tie the knot.”
I merely snort.
“I’m not going to use the prospect of marriage to “test” Jasmine. I’m sorry, but that’s fucked up.”
Jake shrugs.
“It’s just an idea,” he replies, holding up his hands. “So what are you going to do then?” he adds in a more serious tone. “If you’re not sleeping with any of the women in your harem, will you still keep them around?”
I shrug, but his question is valid. In fact, I’ve been pondering it myself.
“I’m not sure yet,” I state. “We’ve been going over some possibilities. Dismantling the group is definitely a possibility.”
“Doesn’t Jasmine mind?” Jake asks with genuine interest. “She’s okay with tons of nude women walking around your estate?”
I shrug.
“One of the women is her mom,” I say. “So obviously, this is a complex issue. Not only that, but the women wear bikinis, and Jasmine has no reason to be jealous. I make sure she knows she’s the only woman I care about.”
Jake whistles.
“Shee-it. Well, sounds like you have it figured out then. Good for you.”
I use the segue to change the topic.
“So are you going to recruit that Roxy chick?” I ask. Jake shoots me a puzzled look.
“What, for my harem?” he asks.
“Yeah, isn’t she your type?”
He shrugs.
“Maybe, but she’s a little old. You know that I prefer women twenty-five and under.”
I shake my head.
“Cold, man. Ice cold.”
He shrugs.
“I like what I like.”
“Yeah, but what happens when they turn twenty-six?” I press. “Aging happens to everyone.”
My buddy merely shrugs, taking a swig of his beer.
“I help them transition out,” he explains. “I know I’m an asshole, but I just can’t handle older women. They get shrewish and sometimes, I see wrinkles and shit. It’s bad. Even their pussies get wrinkled.”
I let out a bark of laughter.
“Are you for real?”
He shrugs.
“Yeah. And they get dry down there too. Trust me, it’s no fun to use a gallon of lube. Why not just keep them young? It’s easier that way.”
I shake my head.
“I think I’d disagree, but hey, it’s your harem. I’m not going to tell you how to run it.”
Jake shrugs.
“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want my women to end up on the street after living with me. I prefer them to go on to be happy and successful somewhere else, so like I said, I help them transition with cash gifts, introductions, and all the goodies. They’re not hurting.”
“Right,” I grin, “because you’re such a good guy.”
Jake is unfazed.
“This way everyone wins,” he shrugs.
But I’ve had a question on my mind for a while now, and maybe this is the time to ask.
“So tell me: how do you even meet all these young girls?” I ask in a neutral tone. After all, I may be going out with a teenage minx, but I certainly never would have sought it out. It’s more like a situation that I now feel powerless to leave. I can’t resist the temptation of being with Jasmine, and I’m too weak to wait three more years until she’s twenty-one. I’ve considered suggesting it, but the thought of being without her makes it impossible for me to pursue. Clearly, I’m as much of an asshole as Jake.
“Well, you know I teach high school English, right? That’s how,” he winks. “My female students are young, impressionable, and all-too-eager to earn an A.”