Part 4b: Thong-th-thong-thong-thong.
Slight warning from story here. If you don't want to see the characters from Roswell wearing very little and shaking what they have then don't read this. But considering most of you on this board are women, and have somewhat frightening obsessions with these guys, I doubt that will be a problem. Just don't drool on your keyboards.
Four nervous teenage guys stood in front of the owner of the fine strip club they were hoping to perform in. She was a kindly woman, though her resemblance to the WWF bit… er, Head Female did detract from her. Sitting at a table with a Pepsi* in her hand, she watched the stage and motioned for the music to start.
(*Pepsi is not affiliated with this fanfic in any way, any resemblance to any carbonated cans are purely intentional in the hopes this fic may be sponsored by Pepsi and the author could get free drinks. Mixed with milk too. Milk and Pepsi, it does a body good into the next generation, you got the right one mooooby.)
The speakers came to life, after a few bullets they died and stopped trying to take over the world. They were then rewired and music began to play from their now bullet ridden tweeters. With Sisqo's "Thong Song" blaring, the guys began lumbering from side to side doing the classic "Untrained Male Shuffle" where the weight is rocked back and fourth.
"Come on guys, this isn't a high school dance where you're working up the nerve to ask a girl to dance. Start shaking it and show some skin." These guys were clearly untrained, but Ms. McMahon knew that the regulars to her club would like to see some "fresh meat". Smiling at her pun she watched as the guys started wiggling more and shuffling.
Suddenly the tall dark haired man shook off his inhibitions and stepped forward and began moving to the music. Ripping his clothes off and gyrating in a way that, though certainly not a professional showed he had some previous experience. Quickly stripping down he showed himself quite adept at shaking his butt around, as well as spanking himself. He'd be a big hit with the ladies, and he hid a rather nice body under his clothes.
His friends on stage, seeing him blatantly flaunting himself began to strip also. Though slower, they each availed themselves and quickly all were dancing around on stage in their thongs. Red for the talk dark haired man, green for the dark haired boy with big ears, a dark purple for the odd haired one and for the last one, he was stuck with the bright pink thong. Clearly raw and untrained, but with assets to make up for it, Ms. McMahon decided she'd hire them for the night. And pay off their bill for the car repair, they would probably want to get out of the town as soon as they could.
"Okay boys, you have the job. Go on and get dressed. So, do you have any ideas for your gimmick tonight?" The guys suddenly looked around, having not expected to get hired or to figure out about any gimmicks.
Thinking fast for a jock, Kyle quickly spoke up. "We're the spacemen. I saw some silver jumpsuits back there with helmets, could we use them?" Avoiding the glares he was getting from his friend Kyle kept his eyes on Ms. McMahon.
"Sure sweetie, you can use them. They haven't been used for a few months. Pick out some music for tonight and be here at 9 and ready to get naked. See you then hons." Ms. McMahon knew tonight was going to be quite interesting.
Somewhere there were birds singing.
Somewhere crowds were gay.
And in the town of Roswell, four girls were on their way.
In front of his computer, the Mighty Author sat and smiled. There would be much fun in that town tonight. Oh there shall be such a sight.
Slight warning from story here. If you don't want to see the characters from Roswell wearing very little and shaking what they have then don't read this. But considering most of you on this board are women, and have somewhat frightening obsessions with these guys, I doubt that will be a problem. Just don't drool on your keyboards.
Four nervous teenage guys stood in front of the owner of the fine strip club they were hoping to perform in. She was a kindly woman, though her resemblance to the WWF bit… er, Head Female did detract from her. Sitting at a table with a Pepsi* in her hand, she watched the stage and motioned for the music to start.
(*Pepsi is not affiliated with this fanfic in any way, any resemblance to any carbonated cans are purely intentional in the hopes this fic may be sponsored by Pepsi and the author could get free drinks. Mixed with milk too. Milk and Pepsi, it does a body good into the next generation, you got the right one mooooby.)
The speakers came to life, after a few bullets they died and stopped trying to take over the world. They were then rewired and music began to play from their now bullet ridden tweeters. With Sisqo's "Thong Song" blaring, the guys began lumbering from side to side doing the classic "Untrained Male Shuffle" where the weight is rocked back and fourth.
"Come on guys, this isn't a high school dance where you're working up the nerve to ask a girl to dance. Start shaking it and show some skin." These guys were clearly untrained, but Ms. McMahon knew that the regulars to her club would like to see some "fresh meat". Smiling at her pun she watched as the guys started wiggling more and shuffling.
Suddenly the tall dark haired man shook off his inhibitions and stepped forward and began moving to the music. Ripping his clothes off and gyrating in a way that, though certainly not a professional showed he had some previous experience. Quickly stripping down he showed himself quite adept at shaking his butt around, as well as spanking himself. He'd be a big hit with the ladies, and he hid a rather nice body under his clothes.
His friends on stage, seeing him blatantly flaunting himself began to strip also. Though slower, they each availed themselves and quickly all were dancing around on stage in their thongs. Red for the talk dark haired man, green for the dark haired boy with big ears, a dark purple for the odd haired one and for the last one, he was stuck with the bright pink thong. Clearly raw and untrained, but with assets to make up for it, Ms. McMahon decided she'd hire them for the night. And pay off their bill for the car repair, they would probably want to get out of the town as soon as they could.
"Okay boys, you have the job. Go on and get dressed. So, do you have any ideas for your gimmick tonight?" The guys suddenly looked around, having not expected to get hired or to figure out about any gimmicks.
Thinking fast for a jock, Kyle quickly spoke up. "We're the spacemen. I saw some silver jumpsuits back there with helmets, could we use them?" Avoiding the glares he was getting from his friend Kyle kept his eyes on Ms. McMahon.
"Sure sweetie, you can use them. They haven't been used for a few months. Pick out some music for tonight and be here at 9 and ready to get naked. See you then hons." Ms. McMahon knew tonight was going to be quite interesting.
Somewhere there were birds singing.
Somewhere crowds were gay.
And in the town of Roswell, four girls were on their way.
In front of his computer, the Mighty Author sat and smiled. There would be much fun in that town tonight. Oh there shall be such a sight.