Chapter 22 pt3
**Johnnie**
I would pay a million dollars to see my girl throw Tina overboard. “Hey!” Tina yells, but before she can finish her sentence Kim suggests that the girls do their own pussycat show. Of course, all of the guys jumped at the idea, but I worry about Alexis.
“If you girls want to do something we can add it to the show. It would make for one hell of a show,” Clint says.
“We could have a strip-off, who does it better?” Hailey suggests.
Clint hums, “Mmm...I don't know I don't want to hurt your feelings.”
Hailey smacks him, “Hey! We can be as dirty and sexy as you.” I love how she isn't afraid to stand up to him. At first, she was very timid until I told her about how Clint was in love with her. Love can make you do all sorts of things, I am living proof.
Dean says, “This would be pretty epic.” All of the girls agree to plan a show. I trust Alexis, but I do hope that the other girls don't push her too far.
“Let's do it. I have plans for my girl when she loses.” I think that I will have Alexis make a list of things that she is reluctant to try and I will help her do them when she loses any bets to me.
Clint looks at the girls, “If we beat you, you can't be all sad.”
Hailey retorts, “What if we beat you?”
Clint says, “Then you can have the trophy.”
Hailey looks at Alexis, “Girl, we have to make this epic. I want that trophy!”
“I'll just sit on a chair,” Alexis says.
“We can work with that. Or you could sit on a hoop and just look sexy,” Kim suggests.
Alexis laughs. “Yeah, with my damn sexy boot,” she says as she pats her cast.
“Bedazzle time,” Kim cheers.
After breakfast, we decide to head out to play mini-golf and go to the go-kart race track. We arrive at the golf course. We get our clubs and balls. Dean says, “Should we make this fun?”
I glare at him. “If it's anything to do with being naked, shut the hell up now!”
Dean puts his hands up. “Someone's testy. But why don't we see what the others have to say? Every time you miss the hole you have to take a layer of clothing off.”
Kim laughs, “Can you do anything without making it about a chance to see us naked?”
Dean wiggles his eyebrows, “Come on...it'll be fun. That or I'll just walk around in my glittery thong. Pick a color because I shine brighter than a rainbow!”
Alexis laughs. “Okay, fine, but if we get kicked out, you have to eat a ghost pepper chip.” My girl is so smooth. Dean immediately agreed and he has no clue the hell he will experience if he loses.
Luke low whistles, “No man, these will legit tear your stomach and ass apart.”
Dean smirks, “I ain't losing. So don't worry.”
Luke shrugs, “Your funeral. Do you want to be buried face down or dick up?”
Dean laughs, “If it is my funeral, make sure my cock points up at everyone. My best feature needs to be forever etched in their minds.”
Alexis laughs, “You two are crazy. Let's play. Are we playing teams or just taking turns?” They are crazy but they are giving extra just for her.
Kim says, “Teams. Guys are against girls because girls rule and guys are sexy pigs.”
“Excuse me? What was that?” James asks.
“I said Oink Oink motherfuckers,” Kim says.
James growls, “Oh, you're going to get it.” Kim goes to run, but Dean blocks her. She pushes him over and keeps running. James chases her.
Alexis giggles, “Dean, why don't you start us off?”
Dean grins, “Absolutely. I'm always up for the first hit.”
“Dean, make sure you get it in the right hole,” Alexis teases.
Dean chuckles, “Oh...l will... holes are my specialty.” He slides his tongue through his fingers wiggling it. Everyone just smirks at Dean as he smacks the ball and it runs down the green carpet straight towards the first hole. “And that's how it's done. Let's see what you got, Alexis.”
He points his club at her. She grabs it but he doesn't let go. His little game is wearing me thin. “Just use mine...it's always better.”
Dean gasps, “Says who?”
Alexis turns and takes my club. “Me. So much better.” She lines up her shot and brings the club back, but just as she is about to hit the ball, Dean farts loudly. Her club goes flying.
“Dean, what the fuck!” she exclaims.
Dean laughs, “Time to lose a piece of clothing.”
“That's not fair,” she complains.
Tina pinches her nose. “Oh, shit.. that's so bad,” she says as she falls to the ground laughing.
Dean shrugs, “Talking about Mr. Fartsalot, got me thinking I can win this game.”
“By farting at each hole?” Alexis asks.
“I didn't know you would throw your damn stick,” he replies.
“Can I get a re-shot?” she inquires.
Dean shakes his head, “No. Layer please.” He holds out his hand. Alexis takes her earring out and places it in it. That's my girl!
Dean laughs, “Nice play.” The others take their shot and get holes in one. We go to the next hole. Dean goes first again. This time while he's taking a shot, Alexis stands close to him, and just as he's about to hit the ball, she screams in his ear. He doesn't even flinch. Of course, he taunts her and me.
"I should have mooned you," she says.
Dean laughs, "Now that might have been effective. Tough luck, doll."
Alexis goes next and she gives Dean a stare. She lines up her shot. She hits the ball, it bounces off the wall and ricochets out of the hole. “Fuck!” she yells.
Dean smirks, “Next layer. Clothing now.” Alexis takes her top off. I take my shirt off and place it over her. Dean laughs, “Well played.”
We get through six more holes. With Alexis having lost at three more rounds, at each one I gave her my clothes, I was now in one sock and my boxers. “I'm so sorry,” she says before she laughs at me.
Dean says, “Dude, that's a good look. Just add a sandal and you're one studly man. Do a little spin for us.”
I glare at Dean. “Dude, shut up,” I say as I flip him off, just as one of the workers comes over and tells us we have to leave.
Alexis says, “Dean, I told you.”
Dean grins, “Sorry...not sorry.” We get our stuff. Alexis gets her clothes back and I get mine.
“Seems we have some ghost pepper chips with your name on it.”
Dean claps, “Let's go. You have to do it too.”
“Hell no,” she says.
James looks at Dean, “Dude, you will need a bucket or a shovel.”
We head out to a grocery store. We eventually find them after three stops. We are in the parking lot. Dean grins, “I'm a pro... titanium stomach.”
Alexis shakes her head, “It's the burning of hell in your mouth that will get you first or the way it burns in your nose, and whatever you do don't fart or burp.”
Dean opens the bag brings a chip out and smells it. “Holy fuck!”
“Take a tiny bite,” she says sweetly. I am ready to hear the fucker cry for his momma. Dean places the whole chip in his mouth and chews it. He swallows.
Dean says, “See, easy,”
Alexis responds, “Wait for it... it's like a gradual heat.”
Dean starts trying to clear his throat as his forehead erupts with beads of perspiration. “Fuck! It burns all the way down.”
Alexis grins, “Told you.” Dean grabs the bottle of water we bought and starts guzzling it as well as dumping it over his head. “Bloody hell, that's some fiery shit!”