Author's note: the main character Fernando, as well as Gooseman , Randy and the setting of Pleasure Island created by Sexual Lobster check put his with the following links

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It was dark and gloomy in the Manwhore industries' office. Piss, Seamen, and vomit is in nook and cranny of the office. Our Hero is in one of these many pools of bodily fluids. His name is Fernando and he is a squid hunting manwhore. He is the best squid hunting manwhore in the world since he is the only one. Now Fernando was face first in a pool of strange green liquid that taste like piss and had the texture of sperm. Bubbles start to form in the pool of strange liquid. Fernando started to lift himself from pool of strange liquid. Fernando coughed up some of the strange liquid and gasped for air. Before he could wonder why the green liquid tasted like piss with texture of sperm. Something in his anus begun to rumble back and forth like a hamster going through a tub. Fernando put in right hand down his black shorts to fetch the rumbling thing in his bum. He yanked it with all of his might and now the item was in front of his face.

"Oh thank god it still where I left it" thought Fernando. His phone was still rumble in his hand. Fernando checked who was calling him this early in the morning. It read unknown on his phone. Fernando led back on a wall in front of the strange green liquid. He thought for second of who it could then just then tap on the answer button. Thinking it might be a new client, as Fernando hadn't done a good whoring in a long time.

"WHHHY HEEEEELLLO FERNANDO" Shirk a strange person. Fernando was set a little back by high pitch voice. Fernando put his ear a back on his phone.

"Who are you" asked Fernando wondering who the high pitch stranger was.

"OH Just an acquaintance you meet during the formal orgy" giggled the high-pitch weirdo.

Fernando was confused; he thought the formal orgy was in happening in five days. He knew for a fact that he got his custom tuxedo with crouch flap only yesterday. The High-pitch Weirdo giggled like a school girl on her period.

"Well BEFORE I goooo, I recommend that you head over to fifth street to meet a Mr. AIDS" said the high-pitch weirdo.

Fernando remained silent as the high-pitch weirdo giggled. He known from the tone is wasn't suggestion it was a demand. His pubic hair was itchy and it wasn't from the crabs. Great danger lay ahead of Fernando and his pubs knew it. Although Fernando just thought that it was his crabs that were making him itchy.

"So what ask this Mr. AIDS Then" asked Fernando as he scratches his crouch.

"Tehehe it's quite simple Does itch or Burn? And he'll known it's you" answered the weirdo.

Fernando he remains quite while still scratching his crouch.

"I guess that I have made things clean enough for you, WEELL I am off then" said the weirdo.

The call had ended with Fernando in silent, not knowing what to do next. The first thing the he should do is get out the pool of vomit he is sitting. Fernando got up from the pool of vomit with a pounding headache drilling his head. He stumbles his way to his desk to get some clothes as his shirt and shorts are covered in piss and vomit. As he got to his desk he pulled the bottom drawer with his late pair of - side when trashing the office.

"Maybe I knock it over this time" thought Fernando. As he head toss the door he stepped in various pools of piss, sperm, and vomit. Sometimes it was combination of the three. Fernando didn't mind as he was expedited manwhore that has done many of a wick thing to his feet. Fernando stands in front of the door with his hands in his shorts and sunglass hanging from his tank top. He grabbed the cold handle of the door with his hands and he felt a strange yet familiar green liquid. He pondered for second wondering what this strange liquid could be, but the voice of the high-pitch weirdo was in the back of his mind. Fernando had other things he needed to attend too. He open the door and the blazing sun of Pleasure Island glare deep into Fernando's eyes making his headache even worse. He then put on the aviator sunglasses he acquitted from Gooseman's desk. Then Fernando took his first steps toss fifth street to find his Mr. AIDS.

Fernando started to make his way to Fifth Street. He looked at his phone to see the relationships he had either damaged or beyond repaired. Strangely nearly all of his text gone expect a few odd ones that made no sense to Fernando at the time, they were sent by Gooseman and they read.

"Fernando remain me to get more anal cream, my ass is on fire" and the other one was just the phase Acorn cake. Fernando stroked his musty bread wondering what it could mean. But before he knew it he was on Fifth Street. Fernando tipped his aviators to scan around to look for this Mr. AIDS. Which was hard since Fernando didn't known what he looked like. He contained to look around until he locked eyes with a nicely dress man with a top hat and a fake mustache. He was also wearing sunglasses that looked like Gooseman's. Fernando guesses that he was Mr. AIDS; Fernando made his way to the wall Mr. AIDS was leaning against. Fernando lead against the same wall that Mr. AIDS was leading against.

"Dose it Itch or Burn" said Fernando to the man in the top hat without looking at him.

"So Mr. Syphilis must have sent you my way then?" asked Mr. AIDS.

"Hmf, so that's what he goes by" answered Fernando.

"Well He isn't the most pleasant man to talk too" said Mr. AIDS. "He told me to give you this"

Mr. AIDS reach into the coat and pulled out an envelope.

"This is for your friend Gooseman"

Fernando grabbed the envelope from Mr. AIDS' hands. He wonder what the envelope contained, it was a thick envelope. But not thick enough to be cash. Fernando started to feel up the envelope like cat lady taking a man's genitals for the first time. As his fingers go up and down he feel what he thought could be photos. Fernando's face did not hide that he was worried about its context of the envelope. Mr. AIDS twirled his fake mustache looking in the distance wondering if he left his oven on.

"Will I meet more of your people?" asked Fernando still fondling the evnvelope.

"Depends on what Mr. Syphilis planning" said Mr. AIDS tipping his shads.

Fernando knew what his next move should be, he shoved the envelope down his shorts and with great haste he went to the closet yogurt stand. It was roughly three feet away from where Fernando and Mr. AIDS had made their exchange. Fernando pated all around his pants looking for some cash to buy from the yogurt vendor, He found one of his many credit cards taped between his thigh and balls. Thankfully the vendor was a new age hipster and took credit cards. Fernando order himself some Grape flavored yogurt. As the vendor poured the grape flavored yogurt, Fernando wondered what the photos in the envelope could be. But he dare not open as he is all too familiar what will happen if you open Gooseman's mail. While remembering horrid things Gooseman would have done. The Vendor graffed at Fernando snapping back to reality from the horrid images in his head

"Here is your yogurt Living Being" said the vendor. Fernando snapped himself back to reality and paid for his yogurt. He took the yogurt and started to make his way to Gooseman's house. As Fernando walked and eat his yogurt. His mind started to wonder again back to the context of the envelope. He knew it was photos, but of what? Fernando took a spoonful of yogurt as started to list all of the possible photos of him and Gooseman could be in the envelope. It could simply be Sexy Christmas Photos from last years or be photos of dance choreography from Gooseman's cancelled South American tour. But it couldn't have been either as the sexy Christmas photos were in the lost in the Post Offices fires. The choreography photos are bared deep in the Walrus Pit during one of East Pleasure Islanders' raids. Fernando finished his yogurt and throw to the road. His mind wondering what troubles may be ahead of him. He hailed a taxi so he could get to one of Gooseman's safe houses to get his hands on a proper ride to Gooseman's Home.

A Cab stop in font of Fernando the cab cover all over with boobs and male genitals, it was an average cab for Pleasure Island.

"To Roger's Street by Bad Beds Brevard good sir" said Fernando entering the Cab.

"Not a problem fine customer" Said the Welsh Cab driver.

The driver started to go on about cock fight he saw last night. But Fernando ignored him, his mind still wondering what the photos. He was lost in thought once again only to be brought back by the Cab driver.

"Hey We're here Customer" said the cab driver. Fernando came back to his to senses, He handed him his card to pay for the fair. Not paying attention to the price. The driver handed back Fernando his card. Fernando left the cab without a word. He looked around the area looking for something. In the back of his mind he was remembering Gooseman telling him how to get into the bad bed safe house.

"Well I Bring good news, I just won our self's a new safe house" said Gooseman. Fernando remembered that Gooseman pulled his hand out of his pocket and showed Fernando a key.

"This is the key to the new safe house, the blind man told me is that it is located by roger's Street" said Gooseman. "The door is by a lime green mattress under mountain of white and turquoise pillows. He recalled it took him and Gooseman a solid hour before the found mattress. Gooseman found the door under an orange vomit stained mattress. Fernando moved the mattress then Gooseman unlocked the door. While checking the place out to see how safe it was Goose man stated.

"Well it seems fine, anyway I going to hide the key in a rock that resembles my great Aunts Getty's Bum"

Fernando sniped to reality as he located the run down mattress factory where the safe house is. Roger's street is at the edge of the city where Manwhore Industries resides. Fernando fell to ground out of exhaust. It seems that Fernando had a rougher night then he had thought. He coughed up that strange green liquid that tasted like piss with texture of sperm. It got him wondering what this stuff really is. The entire thing just didn't feel right to Fernando. He started to move his finger in around in small pond. It felt much like sperm, but didn't feel right to touch it. He continued to think of all the strange concoctions that pledge Pleasure Island's underground market. Few that came to mind didn't quite match the green liquids derision. Fernando gave the liquid a great whiff to get better understanding of what it could be. He quickly pulled his head away from the pool as fast as he could. While he didn't quite known what the liquid is, but he now knows where to look for its origin. Fernando got himself back up and started to walk towards the factory. He move his way through the rumble of the factory to locate pile of pillows where the safe house resides. The factory seems to be in rougher shape then it was last time he was here. Fernando guessed that a gimp gather must have happen in the last couple days. Oil and lotion were shatter ever where, He had to carefully move his way to avoid slipping. The Gimps must had a grand orgy to this many variety of oils and lotions. The small of lavender, spring breeze, and cow urine filled the factory air. Fernando keep tip toeing his way to the rock where Gooseman hide the key. It didn't take him long to find the rock shaped like Gooseman's Great Aunt Getty's Bum. He started to feel up the rock to get a feeling how deep the rocks hole was. Fernando put his hands into one of the pools of lotion to get them nice and slippy Then with all of his might he plunge his fist down into the rock's hole to locate the key. With every ounce of his Manwhore skill he moved his hand around the curved of hole. Fernando felt the key deep in the rock. His arm was completely in the rock and with skill that he used to get into rock; he used it to pull his arm out with key in hand. Fernando was arm was stiff; he hadn't fisted anyone in quite a long time. He got back up and started to head in the direction of the hidden safe house. Fernando used every skill he knows to avoid the various pools of oil, lotion, and bodily fluid from the gimps' grand orgy. It took Fernando some time to reach the pile of pillows that hides the safe house. As he approached it, a foul stench started to settle on the surroundings. Fernando was in fount of pile. He stood still; he took a great whiff of the air. Fernando knows that smell all too well. It was the stench of Kim-Jong Wa, one of Pleasure most infamous underground bosses. Fernando started to get a clearer picture of what happen last night.