Rich Player (The Dirty Thirty Pledge 3)

With a final wave, I turn toward the door. My bag is already packed and in my car, and I’ve got a bit of a drive ahead of me. But it will be worth it. Nashville is five hours away, which is more than far enough to be a little anonymous.

The guys had a point a few months back, that if I fuck my way through half the girls in town, the business could potentially take a hit. So I’m going to start this pledge in a city where there will be no crossover.

As I walk outside, there’s a crazy amount of cheers from the line, which is even longer than I thought it would be and it’s only two o’clock. Like the other guys, I still don’t exactly know what to do with the fact that we’re famous now. Sure, it lets me chase as much pussy as I want, and the money is great too. I have more money than I’ll ever know what to do with.

Since I do the lion’s share of the work in the business, I have the lion’s share of the profit. And even the smaller shares that go to Wallace and Frankie will be more than they can ever spend in their lives. For me, I could quit everything and buy an island and still be absurdly rich.

But being famous was never something that I expected or wanted. I just wanted to buy a bar. I like talking to people, and I like making people feel better about their problems by letting them talk and lowering their inhibitions—but not letting them fall so far they can’t recover.

I had the idea for First Shot when we were in college. I was poor, but I still wanted to get drunk and have fun, and I would have appreciated any little bit of help to get there faster. So I thought, what if everyone’s first shot was free?

It’s not the good stuff, and plenty of people take advantage of the system, but it’s created loyalty, and that, along with the unique concept, is what’s grown the brand.

Frankie and I both played college ball, but I liked the partying culture of it way more than I actually liked playing the game. So I spent a lot more time doing that. It’s not really a surprise that I’ve ended as the proprietor of a bar.

I wave to the people in line as I walk to my car, and they wave back. A few women blow kisses, and I make a note of what they look like. If they’re in town for the weekend visiting and I run into them later, they may be good options too.

All the options are good.

I put the car into gear and drive out of Green Hills and onto the highway toward Nashville. I’m going to get this done. I don’t understand the logic of either Frankie or Wallace. They’re fucking nuts. They were so close to dipping their dicks in so much pussy they wouldn’t be able to breathe. I’m secure enough to say that they’re both attractive men. So why would they give it up for one woman?

I don’t care; no sex is that good. Nothing can possibly equal the freedom to go out and fuck whoever you want as many times as you want. The possibilities are endless. Besides, I’m not an animal. When I sleep with a woman, I make sure to show her a good time. She’s going to have one of the best nights of her life. I’m not doing this just to dip my dick in different women. No, this is about experiences.

And yet those two claim they’re happy going home to their wives, but they’re not the ones that had a threesome last weekend—with twins who were visiting town. And now that they’ve shackled themselves, that will never be them.

Honestly, nothing can compare to two women sucking your dick at the same time, and it’s an experience I’m pretty determined to repeat. Unlike being a groomsman in both their weddings, which I really don’t plan on doing again any time soon, no matter how many jokes they make about it.

They can go home to their boring lives and I’ll have all the free and single and beautiful women to myself. More for me.

I roll down the windows, turn up the music, and break the speed limit.

This club is insane. I’ve been to Nashville plenty of times, but never here. Now I’m thinking that that was a mistake. It has a couple of levels, with multiple dance areas and enough lights to rival a concert stadium. The layout is clever, with bars situated throughout the space and a centralized system that allows your tab to follow you from floor to floor.

If I weren’t here to get absolutely drunk out of my mind, I’d want to meet the owner and congratulate him on a really great space and what seems to be big success. Hell, I may look him up later.