Part 4a: Change Your Mind (Or Your Clothes)
This is the story, I want to again apologize for that the author is doing. Although, I must say the guys do look nice in thongs.
Having altered their ID's the boys entered the "Flappin' 'N Da Breeze" strip club to meet the owner. Ms. McMahon had a striking resemblance to Stephanie McMahon of the WWF, though she didn't seem to overact or to be a spawn of the devil. Smiling sweetly she led the guys to a changing room and told them they could wear some of the thongs in there. (Don't worry, they were all clean and disinfected.)
Behind the curtain as he was changing into a sky blue thong Kyle asked "Whose dumb idea was this road trip again?". Luckily he had just pulled his pants over the thong before the curtain was yanked back and he was faced with three stern glares.
"You did." Was the chorus reply from them. Kyle hid himself behind some costumes and wished he had his protector there. The one who would stand up and save him from them. The one he loved like no other. Oh, how Kyle wished Mr. Squishels was there. If he couldn't make it, maybe Tess. She was next in his heart to Mr. Squishels.
WHOA, hi, story here again. Okay, I know who Mr. Squishels is, but I don't know how he came about. And I'm finding this very disturbing. And you readers, what are you thinking? Don't encourage the author. No good can come of it. I mean, a teenage male wanting "Mr. Squishels" instead of an attractive young lady? That just ain't right. Now back to our story already in progress.
"Well we're having fun? Think about it, surrounded by desperate women who will shove money down our pants while groping us! We should make a few grand no problem." Kyle was always such an idi… sorry, optimist.
"At least this will be a great story to tell the grandkids. The day we all stripped." Alex smiled, he had already been humiliated, as long as Diane Evans wasn't out there he was golden. Now these virgin's to the perils of thongs in the butt, oh, this would be a fun evening.
"If anyone ever tells anyone about this, I will personally rearrange your molecular structure to you are no longer male. Is that understood?" Max was actually trying to lead, that's odd. Maybe he was self-conscious of his massive man boobs being on display for desperate and most likely drunk women.
"You won't hear me say anything. Maria still won't let the wrestling thing drop." Ah, Michael speaks. He'd gotten dressed as had everyone else and now they were all ready to audition. They were about to go strip.
Oh, this is disturbing.
This is the story, I want to again apologize for that the author is doing. Although, I must say the guys do look nice in thongs.
Having altered their ID's the boys entered the "Flappin' 'N Da Breeze" strip club to meet the owner. Ms. McMahon had a striking resemblance to Stephanie McMahon of the WWF, though she didn't seem to overact or to be a spawn of the devil. Smiling sweetly she led the guys to a changing room and told them they could wear some of the thongs in there. (Don't worry, they were all clean and disinfected.)
Behind the curtain as he was changing into a sky blue thong Kyle asked "Whose dumb idea was this road trip again?". Luckily he had just pulled his pants over the thong before the curtain was yanked back and he was faced with three stern glares.
"You did." Was the chorus reply from them. Kyle hid himself behind some costumes and wished he had his protector there. The one who would stand up and save him from them. The one he loved like no other. Oh, how Kyle wished Mr. Squishels was there. If he couldn't make it, maybe Tess. She was next in his heart to Mr. Squishels.
WHOA, hi, story here again. Okay, I know who Mr. Squishels is, but I don't know how he came about. And I'm finding this very disturbing. And you readers, what are you thinking? Don't encourage the author. No good can come of it. I mean, a teenage male wanting "Mr. Squishels" instead of an attractive young lady? That just ain't right. Now back to our story already in progress.
"Well we're having fun? Think about it, surrounded by desperate women who will shove money down our pants while groping us! We should make a few grand no problem." Kyle was always such an idi… sorry, optimist.
"At least this will be a great story to tell the grandkids. The day we all stripped." Alex smiled, he had already been humiliated, as long as Diane Evans wasn't out there he was golden. Now these virgin's to the perils of thongs in the butt, oh, this would be a fun evening.
"If anyone ever tells anyone about this, I will personally rearrange your molecular structure to you are no longer male. Is that understood?" Max was actually trying to lead, that's odd. Maybe he was self-conscious of his massive man boobs being on display for desperate and most likely drunk women.
"You won't hear me say anything. Maria still won't let the wrestling thing drop." Ah, Michael speaks. He'd gotten dressed as had everyone else and now they were all ready to audition. They were about to go strip.
Oh, this is disturbing.