The Crew.  Chapter 9
Spike woke up the next morning feeling pretty pleased with himself. The jocks’ costume fittings had been an undoubted success. Admittedly Mr Hung had taken rather longer than necessary to adjust just a few skimpy square inches of material. In fact, he’d made rather a meal of the job - though thankfully not in the literal sense.
That really would have given the game away, even to a bunch of jocks whose collective IQ was unlikely to run as high as double figures. And, in any case, Spike intended to reserve the pleasure of being the first to dine heartily between their juicily muscular thighs for himself...  Continue...