So I'm like reading this porno magazine in a strip bar and I'm all oiled up, right? The bouncer guy comes up to me and he's all, "You have to put on your shirt, sir..." And I'm like, "I ain't putting on the motherfucker - you lunkhead dickstain cockfuck! I'm oiled! Oiled up!" So he's all getting with the hostility and the grabbing shove shove. But because I'm all slippery slick he can't get a hold and I scamper off. Tables are tumbling around with the drinks splashing and the people shouting with the bouncers chasing- but I came out to have a good time tonight and I'll be a frigged dogboy if I don't get my way. Fuck other people's good time- my good time comes first and it's not like they ain't getting a good story to tell later anyway. So I jump up on the stage and the bouncers are like grabbing at my ankles but I rip away and land a ripe full-soled smashing kick right into his goonface. His nose splats across his cheeks and then the blood flow follows. Muffled screaming and all that.
The other bouncers are looking extra mad at this point and even the guys in the suits who act the sophisticate have engaged themselves in the chase. The music shuts down quick and the crowd is activated- some booing and some cheering. I can see my skin glistening under the colored lights from being heavily involved with the oil earlier. I take a good look around at the crowd of drunks and I do a little shakey shake dance. The bouncers are appearing to be bright red and murderous as they clammer up onto the stage. Then I check out the girls who are now all cowering in the corner who appear to have indulged in the act of oil previous- cause I noticed up close that they got the glisten going as well. I say,"Hey pretty doll, I can't help to notice that you are all oiled like myself." And then I grab her round the waist and pull her close. Our oil skin squeaks clean against each other and her breasts are feeling surprisingly hard against my chest. I suspected the implantations.
So about this time I see peripherally this big fist coming speeding at my face, I turn to look and it hits me head on fully. I feel teeth flying against the back of my throat all dislodged. And the blood is filling up my broken maw. Then a bottle type object smashes down on my cranium causing the black cloud starts to rumble thunder inside my brain. One more crack against the other side of my head and I feel the short circuiting taking place and the knees decide against working and then another smash brings the colors to life. On the back of my eyelids I see pink and green and orange lightning blasting bright. Eventually the lightning comes together to form dancing human shapes and they do a sort of tango while it electrifies my retinas. I watch the show on my eyelids as the meat fisted blows rain down everywhere on me. The senses flow out of me and all I see are the beautiful tango of lightning taking place before my eyes. The dance is for me for me only. Me, the well-oiled one who came to have a good time - but is leaving with a show better than any hollow stripper swaying offbeat on a cheesy stage...
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