I’m still not convinced. Lester can see that.
So he continues with a sigh. “There’s a woman… A dangerous one. She’s a street hooker known for robbing her clients. She's even murdered a few. I think she’s running a sex trafficking ring, and I need to get to her, and I need to do it fast… But the owner of Python isn’t letting anyone in without a warrant, so I need you to do this for me.”
Me? Investigating a sex trafficking ring? You gotta be fucking kidding me. I’m not Sherlock Holmes, for God’s sake.
“No, you’re crazy if you expect me to--”
“This isn’t up for discussion. I want you there, or the Dirty Destiny might have a surprise inspection from the NYPD Vice.”
The bastard. If he wasn’t the commissioner I’d just punch him right now. “Go there, and try to either get a job or find some way to get inside and be a fixture at the bar,” Lester says with finality.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he finishes, and I stand there in silence, holding my blouse and skirt to my chest as he bolts out of the door and leaves me by myself in the room.
Fuck it, what can I do?
Time to pay Python a visit.
4
Austin
"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" A chant erupts from the fucking crowd.
You gotta love fucking 8 pm.
Seriously. That’s all that’s going on here. 8 fucking pm and these ladies are already like ravenous beasts looking for a meal.
I mean, sure, the ladies love a man with a long hose, and tonight, Maverick, one of our dudes, is on the stage with a Fireman costume on.
Yeah, hose? You catch that, doll?
I’m talking about his fucking cock.
He knows where his money comes from. He’s on stage stripping it all off and the women are screaming, and I fucking mean screaming with the energy of a goddamn jet engine. Might be like banshees, but banshees with dollar bills, doll. Fuck yeah.
Maverick is flexing his abs now, his muscular arms raised above his head. He flashes them a smile that's fucking whiter than a brand new pair of tighty whiteys.
You like that don’t you?
You wish you were here with these women now too, huh?
Don’t fucking lie to me. After you read that Out and About piece I know a part of you imagined what it would be like.
Take your closest friends and go check it out. Don’t tell the husband though.
No honestly, don’t. He’d be fucking insecure as fuck when a 6 foot 3 inch guy starts waving a long thick foot-long cock in your face.
Maverick points to a woman sitting in the front row. "Come up here," he says.
"Me?" the woman squeaks, questioning Maverick. She's looking around, wondering if he may be pointing to another woman.
I sit back.
I fucking love this part.
Maverick nods his head. "Yes, you. Come up here and join me, woman."
The crowd is screaming and clapping and urging her to get her ass on that stage.
Once there, Maverick sits her in a chair and thrusts his hips in her direction. He grabs a can of whip cream that he's been keeping on stage—it's one of his final moves—and he squirts some on her neck and collarbone. Then he leans in and slowly licks it off. Her face is growing flushed and it's clear that she's enjoying every minute of his performance.
That dude's an industry veteran—a fucking legend.
Don’t get me wrong. Even if these guys are built, it can be intimidating, stripping in front of a hundred frenzied women yelling, "Show us your Python!" But Mav’s a pro, and when he lowers his fucking g-string, they go fucking crazy.
That's what Python's does best. It's what we're fucking known for, pleasing the ladies. And tonight, I'd say we're doing our job well.
Almost too well.
A group of women are sitting around a table, and I notice that they've brought props. They're sipping their drinks from plastic straws in the shape and color of purple cocks, and they're wearing light-up tiaras with flashing cock LEDs.
Fuck, I love it.
I laugh out loud.
Don’t get me wrong, doll. I'm glad they're having fun. Everyone could use a little more fun and escape in their lives, right?
Especially nowadays.
In fact, once you're done reading about this place, fucking come on over. There'll be a complimentary guest pass waiting for you at the door. I guarantee you'll have the fucking time of your life.
There's always a good mix of broads here—some young, some old, some tall and some short. There’s some hotties. And then there are some plainer ones—according to society. I mean, I like all women. I think they’re all fucking sexy. Why do you think I made this club, anyways?
Anyways, fuck that. What I’m trying to say though, is that no matter what skin color or how much money these broads got, there’s one thing that makes them all the fucking same.