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will go in the bottom, hope ya will enjoy. And yes, Rogue is underway, but
I won't tell you what the truth is behind her until we get there. This
isn't as funny as I wish it could be, but oh well. I hope u still read,
review and continue reading, oh yeah and u can review every single chapter,
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Scott slid against the door. He did as he always did and blocked any kind of scanning through his mind, by putting his mental shields down. He looked at his math book, opened and ready to read. He gave an evil grin and went to his closet instead and changed.
Opening the window in his new outfit he climbed down the tree and went to the bus stop on his way to work. He arrived just in time; he slipped in through the back door.
"Come on ya'll, it's time to go," his manager said. It was Scott's turn now. His palms were sweaty, he adjusted his red shades. This was his life long dream he was living. He marched out there, the curtains opened and the music began to play.
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Body...wanna feel my body? Body...such a thrill my body
Body...wanna touch my body?
Body...it's too much my body Check it out my body, body.
Don't you doubt my body, body.
talkin' bout my body, body,
check it out my body
The screams began, the women grew wild! Scott was shaking his hips and flexing his chest muscles. Scott was wearing a leather vest and tight leather pants. He had on fingerless gloves and motorcycle boots. A biker hat completed his look as well as a tooth pick and chain.
He began to slowly take off his vest while allowing his hips to swirl; he threw it at one woman who screamed and held it to her nose, than he walked over to a table and began to thrust his hips forward. A woman had a cardiac arrest. He almost grew worried but remembered that this was retirement night, these things were expected when senior citizens were about.
Every man wants to be a macho macho man
to have the kind of body, always in demand
Jogging in the mornings, go man go
works out in the health spa, muscles glow
You can best believe that, he's a macho man
ready to get down with, anyone he can
Skinny, wrinkly fingers began to move up and down his slick body. He turned around and slowly began to take off his leather pants, the senior citizens yelled! He left it half unbuttoned.
"Woo hoo! Take that off honey." One said. "Now that's a pair of cheeks I'd love to pinch," said another.
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! Ow....
Scott threw his hat out at the yelling crowd. Suddenly a blur appeared and an attractive woman stood before him, he blinked his eyes. The woman was pretty for being an old dame. She had smooth skin; he wondered what surgery she had used.
Without thinking Scott went over to her and began to flex his biceps: he gave her a lap dance. Next he pulled off his pants in a sudden move and stood before the crowd, wearing nothing but a red glittery thong with the words 'suck this' written in the front.
Macho, macho man
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I've got to be a macho!
He shimmied his hips and allowed the old women's fingers to shove dollar bills down his underwear. He smiled (this should pay for the other half of his car) and smirked as they grabbed his naked booty. He went to the older woman that had called his attention and gave her more special attention, she spanked him like there was no tomorrow.
Body, its so hot, my body,
Body, love to pop my body,
Body, love to please my body,
Body, don't you tease my body,
Body, you'll adore my body,
Body, come explore my body,
Body, made by God, my body,
Body, it's so good, my body
He flipped around and grinned as she slapped his butt. The woman's voice was slightly high pitched, but the more it spoke the more familiar it sounded.
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! (all right)
He climbed back on the platform and threw his toothpick to the side, at the same time a bra was thrown at him; he caught it and saw how the front hung half way to his knees. He began to spin it with his finger like a sling shot and it flung it to the other side of the room.
You can tell a macho, he has a funky walk
his western shirts and leather, always look so boss
Funky with his body, he's a king
call him Mister Eagle, dig his chains
You can best believe that, he's a macho man
likes to be the leader, he never dresses grand
Scott grabbed the chain on his neck and ripped it off; he began to rub it all over his chest.
Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! All Right!
He twirled around and stopped, standing still.
Ugh! Macho..baby!
Body, body, body wanna feel my body,
Body, body, body gonna thrill my body,
Body, body, body don'tcha stop my body,
Body, body, body it's so hot my body,
He panted, still not moving; the crowd went wild, some voices shaking. The room was filled with beeps since their heart pacers were going out of whack. He did a flip and landed in a split on the floor.
Every man ought to be a macho macho man,
To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand,
Have their own life style and ideals,
Possess the strength and confidence, life's a steal,
You can best believe that he's a macho man
He's a special person in anybody's land.
He stood up and than danced around as more and more money was being put into his underwear.
"I wish that every night was retirement night," said one of his favorite clients Grace, she was ninety.
"Did you get a new set of dentures Grace?" Grace fluttered her eye lashes.
"Why yes Scottie, I just had them done last week." She smiled, her new teeth glittering in the fluorescent lighting.
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! (Dig the hair on my chest)
He ran his fingers through the gray hair on her head, she screamed and her oxygen tank had to be set higher by her home attendant.
Macho, macho man (see my big thick mustache)
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! (Dig broad shoulders)
"Take it all off!" Said that special lady that kept catching his eye. Scott decided to appease her, for the first time, he was thread bare when he threw his undies at the screaming crowd. That special lady stood up and flung herself at him.
Macho, macho man
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! HEY!
"OhyeahScottieboythisiswhati'vebeenwaitingforthepastfourmonths!" said the voice.
"Pietro?!" Scott shouted. Pietro paled.
"Uh-oh," he made a quick dash to the exit.
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I hope you like this chapter. Whose next? Is it not obvious? Our beloved speed demon! This chapter wasn't as great sigh.long song to. Anyway "Macho Man" belongs to the Village People.
Review!
Scott slid against the door. He did as he always did and blocked any kind of scanning through his mind, by putting his mental shields down. He looked at his math book, opened and ready to read. He gave an evil grin and went to his closet instead and changed.
Opening the window in his new outfit he climbed down the tree and went to the bus stop on his way to work. He arrived just in time; he slipped in through the back door.
"Come on ya'll, it's time to go," his manager said. It was Scott's turn now. His palms were sweaty, he adjusted his red shades. This was his life long dream he was living. He marched out there, the curtains opened and the music began to play.
***
Body...wanna feel my body? Body...such a thrill my body
Body...wanna touch my body?
Body...it's too much my body Check it out my body, body.
Don't you doubt my body, body.
talkin' bout my body, body,
check it out my body
The screams began, the women grew wild! Scott was shaking his hips and flexing his chest muscles. Scott was wearing a leather vest and tight leather pants. He had on fingerless gloves and motorcycle boots. A biker hat completed his look as well as a tooth pick and chain.
He began to slowly take off his vest while allowing his hips to swirl; he threw it at one woman who screamed and held it to her nose, than he walked over to a table and began to thrust his hips forward. A woman had a cardiac arrest. He almost grew worried but remembered that this was retirement night, these things were expected when senior citizens were about.
Every man wants to be a macho macho man
to have the kind of body, always in demand
Jogging in the mornings, go man go
works out in the health spa, muscles glow
You can best believe that, he's a macho man
ready to get down with, anyone he can
Skinny, wrinkly fingers began to move up and down his slick body. He turned around and slowly began to take off his leather pants, the senior citizens yelled! He left it half unbuttoned.
"Woo hoo! Take that off honey." One said. "Now that's a pair of cheeks I'd love to pinch," said another.
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! Ow....
Scott threw his hat out at the yelling crowd. Suddenly a blur appeared and an attractive woman stood before him, he blinked his eyes. The woman was pretty for being an old dame. She had smooth skin; he wondered what surgery she had used.
Without thinking Scott went over to her and began to flex his biceps: he gave her a lap dance. Next he pulled off his pants in a sudden move and stood before the crowd, wearing nothing but a red glittery thong with the words 'suck this' written in the front.
Macho, macho man
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I've got to be a macho!
He shimmied his hips and allowed the old women's fingers to shove dollar bills down his underwear. He smiled (this should pay for the other half of his car) and smirked as they grabbed his naked booty. He went to the older woman that had called his attention and gave her more special attention, she spanked him like there was no tomorrow.
Body, its so hot, my body,
Body, love to pop my body,
Body, love to please my body,
Body, don't you tease my body,
Body, you'll adore my body,
Body, come explore my body,
Body, made by God, my body,
Body, it's so good, my body
He flipped around and grinned as she slapped his butt. The woman's voice was slightly high pitched, but the more it spoke the more familiar it sounded.
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! (all right)
He climbed back on the platform and threw his toothpick to the side, at the same time a bra was thrown at him; he caught it and saw how the front hung half way to his knees. He began to spin it with his finger like a sling shot and it flung it to the other side of the room.
You can tell a macho, he has a funky walk
his western shirts and leather, always look so boss
Funky with his body, he's a king
call him Mister Eagle, dig his chains
You can best believe that, he's a macho man
likes to be the leader, he never dresses grand
Scott grabbed the chain on his neck and ripped it off; he began to rub it all over his chest.
Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! All Right!
He twirled around and stopped, standing still.
Ugh! Macho..baby!
Body, body, body wanna feel my body,
Body, body, body gonna thrill my body,
Body, body, body don'tcha stop my body,
Body, body, body it's so hot my body,
He panted, still not moving; the crowd went wild, some voices shaking. The room was filled with beeps since their heart pacers were going out of whack. He did a flip and landed in a split on the floor.
Every man ought to be a macho macho man,
To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand,
Have their own life style and ideals,
Possess the strength and confidence, life's a steal,
You can best believe that he's a macho man
He's a special person in anybody's land.
He stood up and than danced around as more and more money was being put into his underwear.
"I wish that every night was retirement night," said one of his favorite clients Grace, she was ninety.
"Did you get a new set of dentures Grace?" Grace fluttered her eye lashes.
"Why yes Scottie, I just had them done last week." She smiled, her new teeth glittering in the fluorescent lighting.
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! (Dig the hair on my chest)
He ran his fingers through the gray hair on her head, she screamed and her oxygen tank had to be set higher by her home attendant.
Macho, macho man (see my big thick mustache)
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! (Dig broad shoulders)
"Take it all off!" Said that special lady that kept catching his eye. Scott decided to appease her, for the first time, he was thread bare when he threw his undies at the screaming crowd. That special lady stood up and flung herself at him.
Macho, macho man
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! HEY!
"OhyeahScottieboythisiswhati'vebeenwaitingforthepastfourmonths!" said the voice.
"Pietro?!" Scott shouted. Pietro paled.
"Uh-oh," he made a quick dash to the exit.
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I hope you like this chapter. Whose next? Is it not obvious? Our beloved speed demon! This chapter wasn't as great sigh.long song to. Anyway "Macho Man" belongs to the Village People.
Review!