Meet up with Jake

You walk out of the boss's office wanting to see if you could fuck the boss. Maybe you just wanted to see how the greatest booker and billionaire fucks. Or just maybe you thought you could use him to push your career further in this company. Either other, you walk back to Jack to learn where he is placed on the wrestling card.

Before you could see the man that got you here, you see a young 5 foot nothing black dude and a heavy set six foot five inches high flyer. Both of them looking you down.

"What sup guys. I'm..."

"We don't care who you are? Your fucking buddy Jack thinks he can fuck with King. I think we should mess up your beautiful bitch face, and send you back in a broken shape." The larger one said. His face has a lot of dark face tattoos. He mean mugging you, his face trying to intimidate.

"I'm sorry about his behavior. He told me you guys always joke like that." You said as you stare between both of the guys huge bulges in their matching black singlets.

"Tell fucking Jack, if he disrespects King Cue again. He is number one on the hit list. And that makes you also a part of this as well." The little guy, a man you've seen getting fuck by thick white cocks. He seems to get off his interracial losses on tv.

They let you pass you found Jack. He held a box in his hand. A big white Hollywood smile looks back at you. You wonder what is in the closed box but soon find out.

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