This choice: Why not? You could still have one hell of a good time here! • Go Back...Chapter #6I'M GONNA MAKE IT RAIN!!! by: Walson   . There might be "Better" places to have a good time, but also could tell that you'd probably be able to go wild with the money at this place and still have plenty ofmoney to use later. Not to mention with a free buffet and the description of some of the large ladies, how could it go wrong? You tried not to appear over eager, the last thing you want to happen is for one of the bouncers to ask for your ID thinking your some peppy teen who only 'looks' old, not to mention you would really not like being thrown out into the poring rain.
Opening the blacked out doors was like having someone slap you in the face with a dirty wet towel, the slight drowsy ness caused by the rain was wiped off, and in it's place a kind of greasy residue that felt low quality and filled with empty calories. The music did not help the atmosphere any better as it was the usual pop star dribble that's constantly being played on the radio. Though you did hear lots of cheering and hollering suddenly, you wish you knew what it was for though as there was a black wall right in front of the front door way so that no one could sneak a peak at the show as the doors opened. Going around your small bodied self came face to face with a very hefty bulldog with a large billowing gut that stuck out of his shirt and hung over the crotch of his pants, and ripped arms that were crossed. He gave you a sinister look, apparently having a bad day seeing as he was brandishing both broken sunglasses and a black eye. You might not have an ID, but money is just as good if done correctly.
"Ouch, looks like you had a rough day man" you said as you quickly began to pay the entree fee for the club and the free buffet coupon, and then with a quick handshake (if not slightly forced handshake that you swore could have crippled your hand) you left a fifty, which you hope was as much as you thought it was seeing that the entree fee felt a little too cheap. "Why don't you get yourself some good sunglasses and a good meal on me."
It seemed to work as the bulldog gave you a small smile before letting you through into the dimly lit club where you immediately noticed the spotlights on the pole front and center stage. Spinning around on the pole was the Golden Retriever that went by Butter, and it was quite an appropriate name as she slipped around on the pole, not to mention the color similarities. Mesmerized you watched as the massive belly flailed about unconstrained, occasionally slapping at her knees. Her massive cheeks on display while her tail wagged happily perched on top, the two tan furred masses not even having the convenience of underwear, though with a tennis ball kept in her mouth you might add. Then you realized what the audience was cheering about as Butter climbed up the pole and hung herself upside down as her legs held on tight to the pole. Gravity quickly took it's course as the huge belly flopped into her face, including her bloated breasts. With the apron of lard now out of the way, the dog's pussy was on display for everyone to see. It didn't last long as the song quickly ended with butter spinning on the pole and sliding to the front of the stage, dropping the tennis ball and getting into a begging position, her belly obscuring her thick legs and her fat arms squishing her breasts together while she looked cute giving puppy dog eyes. There was plenty of cheering as the people close by took bills and stuck it in the rolls of her fat while she waddles off with the tennis ball in her mouth and a heavy swing in her step to emphasize her preposterously proportioned posterior.
With your pants suddenly looking like a tent, it was easy to tell that you were going to like this place.
Still, your mind began to swim with ideas. Normally you would just have compromised by eating at the buffet and watch morbidly obese women flaunt their rolls and folds about. Though, with the massive wallet that still felt as heavy as you originally found it, you were starting to get more ambitious. If some public swing around the pole got you this aroused, what would a private one on one performance be like?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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