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The fry machine at KFC broke, so I got off work early and came home...well, I was bored stiff and didn't have a party or anything to go to, so I decided to go to the titty bar. I haven't been to a bar since July, so it was a no brainer. I washed my balls and hit the road.
The place was kinda dead when I walked in...bunch of old lonely fucks. There was a HAWT looking blonde dancing on the main stage, right near where I sat down..she was wearing a cute little white thong and working it like it was free (it was) ...she had some jerky moves, but whatever. So there I sat, smoking a cig, sipping a Bud Light, watching the magnificence of her cameltoe just thousands of an inch below the lace...calling out to me. She got down on all fours and stretched out her arm to introduce herself "Hi, I'm Becky" (we'll call her Becky), and I shook the clammiest hand I've ever held. "Nice to meet you Becky" I said (what a fucking drug-o). She continued dancing...glaring at me with "fuck me" eyes all throughout. A 'Billy Jean" remix was playing, and I could tell she wanted some JS schlong.
FF:
She talks me into a lap dance (well, four actually), and says she hasn't had it in 11 months. Her boyfriend beat her and she was a lesbian for a few weeks, blah blah blah. Next thing I know she's all over me like a cheap suit...groping, feeling, sticking her tongue down my throat etc. Well, I jam a finger in a strategic location, only to find that there's room for another three...sweet.
Now "Jesse's Girl" comes on the PA, and all bets are off...she reaches down my pants and starts pleasuring little Jack....damn....so now it's on like Donkey Kong...she tells me she wants to hook up later, and she'll pay for the hotel. I'm like "Seriously?" lol....I'm kind of a tool when it comes to things like that so I say "Ok...I gotta leave for awhile (it's still pretty early and I don't wanna drink and drive) but I'll be back." She grabs a pen when we get back to the bar and scribbles her number down and practically won't let me leave. Fuck sakes.
So I have this smiley face wrist band on right now, and my fingers smell like a combination of mixed berries and cheap brass pole ho...
Nuggas gonna at LEAST dial her up at 2:30a...
The fry machine at KFC broke, so I got off work early and came home...well, I was bored stiff and didn't have a party or anything to go to, so I decided to go to the titty bar. I haven't been to a bar since July, so it was a no brainer. I washed my balls and hit the road.
The place was kinda dead when I walked in...bunch of old lonely fucks. There was a HAWT looking blonde dancing on the main stage, right near where I sat down..she was wearing a cute little white thong and working it like it was free (it was) ...she had some jerky moves, but whatever. So there I sat, smoking a cig, sipping a Bud Light, watching the magnificence of her cameltoe just thousands of an inch below the lace...calling out to me. She got down on all fours and stretched out her arm to introduce herself "Hi, I'm Becky" (we'll call her Becky), and I shook the clammiest hand I've ever held. "Nice to meet you Becky" I said (what a fucking drug-o). She continued dancing...glaring at me with "fuck me" eyes all throughout. A 'Billy Jean" remix was playing, and I could tell she wanted some JS schlong.
FF:
She talks me into a lap dance (well, four actually), and says she hasn't had it in 11 months. Her boyfriend beat her and she was a lesbian for a few weeks, blah blah blah. Next thing I know she's all over me like a cheap suit...groping, feeling, sticking her tongue down my throat etc. Well, I jam a finger in a strategic location, only to find that there's room for another three...sweet.
Now "Jesse's Girl" comes on the PA, and all bets are off...she reaches down my pants and starts pleasuring little Jack....damn....so now it's on like Donkey Kong...she tells me she wants to hook up later, and she'll pay for the hotel. I'm like "Seriously?" lol....I'm kind of a tool when it comes to things like that so I say "Ok...I gotta leave for awhile (it's still pretty early and I don't wanna drink and drive) but I'll be back." She grabs a pen when we get back to the bar and scribbles her number down and practically won't let me leave. Fuck sakes.
So I have this smiley face wrist band on right now, and my fingers smell like a combination of mixed berries and cheap brass pole ho...
Nuggas gonna at LEAST dial her up at 2:30a...

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