The Diamond Spy

Ch.45 STRIKE vs The Brownie Squad

STRIKE vs The Brownie Squad

Ace is in front, driving PRINCE33 into the Black Lair Clubhouse garage while we all follow suit in STRIKE.

"...what, we have to fight them? But, boss, t-the third fresh batch of brownies just got done baking, please... do we have to?" Raven complains to me through the mobile on speaker that I borrowed off Dale to make the call for back up.

"This fight. It's... a... uh... it's a science experiment, sort of. You'll get brownies at the end," I promise and she relays the information to the rest of the girls. I can hear them arguing in the background while Casey tries to bud in with his opinion too.

"Go! You whores should kick their asses for me, hahaha!" Casey encourages them with a passion and honesty I don't expect from him, followed by a crazy kid laugh.

"You've had enough time to chat," Dale snatches the phone rudely out of my hand.

"Get up to the garage now, girls-!" I yell out quickly, before Dale abruptly ends the call... then, no further words can leave my mouth as Dale reaches out a large hand to cover my mouth for me, pushing me back into my seat.

"Your mouth doesn't need to open for anything other than our cocks, sweet pea," Dale growls as he mocks me before running a finger down the middle of my purple lipstick stained lips, "At least it'll be worth it when we do teach you. This test of strengths will be fun."

Dale watches me glare him down, quietly amused, while Jose parks the car a second spot next to PRINCE33 where Ace awaits for us to join him. I turn to Dale with a raised brow, "You know my girls were made to overpower you lot. Even Casey wants me to kick your asses... why would he be so passionate about his dad losing to me, anyway? A mere whore whose only use is apparently sucking on four cocks, day in, day out and all night?"

"Casey's been temperamental lately," Dale growls this as he zones out temporarily while thinking of his kid.

"By the amount of loads you'll get, doll, you'll never have to be fed extra meals... low cost whore... I like that," Serge mocks me too as he opens the door and hops out before I can reply.

Dale also exits the car, leaving me with a disgruntled Jose who is still eyeing me through the rear view mirror.

"Princess of the Shadows," Jose brings up the old title they had given me, when I had been, in their eyes, a proper ally.

"A penny for your thoughts?" I raise an eyebrow and Jose narrows his eyes.

"We never joke about you, doll," Jose murmurs, in his quiet way, "Never. So. If you're really our weakness then we're going to fuck you, pound into you and steal all your senses until we become your weakness. We know you love our cocks inside you. We aim to make you a slobbering, needy mess... I just wish Dale didn't agree to the Brownie Squad matching us in a battle. It's just a minute longer I have to wait until you're down on your knees again. Two weeks, doll. Two fucking weeks. Not many ways to cope with a hard cock when the whore of your life isn't in reach."

"It's called masterbation," I raise a brow and Jose rolls his eyes.

"The hand doesn't cut it... not when we had you bending over for us," Jose looks over his shoulder and catches my gaze without the need for a mirror. His deep brown gaze is full of emotion as he looks me over, lust and meaning hidden in the deep depths of his irises, "Get out, doll. So we can kick your ass and then fuck it."

"Seems to me you beasts are all a little distracted with wanting to fuck me," I murmur as I turn with Jose at the same time to hop out of the car. He jumps out the driver's seat while I jump out the right side.