Thank you so much for the bunch of reviews and follows! It really inspired us to spice it up a little for you guys! So, without further ado, here is chapter 2. Chapter 3 will be, in one word: SMEXY. 😉 So, look forward to that. Send us your criticism and ideas to make this story even better. — Team KokoTwo

Hiro was frantic, turning and looking all throughout the Club. Where had Goro gone? His VantaBlue eyes kept scanning all the faces of the drunk men, until—

there! Goro was seated at the bar, drinking another beer. In fact, there were Several tall glasses and bottles on the chipped countertop around him, all empty. he seemed to be unsteady in his stool, about to fall over.

But...he was also laughing and smiling more than he had the whole night. Ah yes, Hiro thought, Goro was a Good Christian Boy after all. More of a Good Christian Boy than even Hiro was. Goro was a saint, actually. of course he would enjoy spending time at the bar rather than ogle the strippers.

Also, it looked like Goro was happily chatting with the bartender, who had short VantaBlue hair and pee green eyes. She was also very short. Was she even old enough to work in a strip club? Was she old enough to even have a job?

"Goro!" Yelled Hiro, running toward him while dragging Zorome with him. He was holding Zorome by his ruined shirt, sort of choking his neck. At least this way Zorome would stop running his mouth and instead could focus on trying not to die from asphyxiation.

Goro was too drunk to properly respond, and instead slurred his words. The bartender giggled.

"We're leaving now" said Hiro firmly, helping Goro up with his other hand.

As soon as he turned to walk toward the door and took a few steps, he heard a sultry voice behind him.

"—where are you going?"

Hiro froze in his skeleton that jittered against his blood vessels and meat from how startled he was. W-Who was that...? It sounded like a woman's voice.

When he turned around, Hiro's eyes bulged and he had to hold back all the water he downed from wasting away in his pants right then and there. I-I-It was the Virgin Killer!

"H-Huh?" Hiro stammered.

His turquease eyes did the shameful, un-Christian (sinful-like) thing by lowering themselves and seeing the stripper's large Bosom and perfect, baby-making Hips.

"Gulp!" Hiro swallowed and quickly averted his eyes in embrassment.

The Verizon Killer smirked slyly and took a step closer, sticking her hip out sexily as she did like she was trying to seduce him.

"I said.. where are you going, Darling~?"

D-Da...?!

"Umm! I think you have the wrong person!" Hiro quickly tried to explain himself.

The Virgin Killer only giggled.. kinda Cutely? Yet so sexily at the same time that it made Hiro's face heat up like an Easy Bake Oven.

'H-Holy shit.'

"I know who I'm speaking to, Darling~." Zero Two wrapped her arms around Hiro like a Bao constrictor snake.

"I saw you lookin' at me extra hard today. you know.. You caught my attention the most out of those fodders."

"..Fodders..?" hiro asked.

"Mm. stupid, boring men. hey, wanna come to the back room with me? I can give you a little..." The Virgin Killer leaned in, pressing her beautiful Bosom against his flat and wimpy chest.

she whispered, "private show."

"R U SHITTING ME?!" zorome exclaimed and pushed hiro to the ground, causing him to clash with the greasy and beer covered floor. As soon as Hiro met the floor, he could feel his head spinning.

"why would you need a nerd like him when you can have a strong man like me?! All he does is sit in his room all day like a damn Bat playing Call of Duty and Fortnite!" Zorome puffed his chest out like a man, trying to show off his nonexistent biceps.

He then raised his arms and flexed them, but they were very bonely. still, he kissed them like they were his babies. "This is The Destroyer.." Zorome kissed his left nonexistent muscle. "And this is Max because that name is cool," he kissed his right.

but The Virgin Killer just rolled her eyes and placed her hand into Zorome's face, shoving him back until he fell into a drunk Goro who toppled over.

"Hey, Darlin'. what do you say?" The Virgin Killer asked and leaned over, inevitably putting her Double C breasts into his poor face.

Hiro swallowed harshly again. H-He wanted to say Yes, but what would God say?! He couldn't engage in something so Devil-like! What should he tell her without offending her?

His mind was racing as fast as Lightning McQueen. All of his thoughts were screaming 'Kachow' at him... what would he do?

Hiro rubbed the bulge in his crotch feverishly.

meanwhile Goro, who was still squirminf on the floor, had thrown up all over Zorome's grandpa sandals and Snapchat Dancing Hotdog print socks. He was cursing at Goro but all Goro did was

So Hiro looked away and his head began twitching. Then his eyes. "HhhhHhhhehhhehh" was all Hiro Said, making the Virgin Kiler stare at him and blink.

She crossed her arms and her tiddies bulged out of her skimpy lingerie.

On the floor still, Goro had began to lick the vomit off of Zorome's feet. Surprisingly Zorome was enjoying it, But it's not like he would tell anyone that. He was lowkey moaning too.

But then Teh Virginia Killer erupted into laughter so loud that her bewbs began to bouncy like she was in a bouncy house that your parents rented for ur birthday. She grabbed hiro's arm and began running toward the back room, which had curtains blocking them from outside view.

""WAIT A DAMN MINUTE WHAT R U DOING!?" scremed Zorome, who was blushing from the toejob Goro was still giving him and trying to get his boner to go away. Zorome stepped over Goro's flaccid body, hearing the bones crack, and sprinted over, trying to find Hiro and the Virgin Killer.

By now Hiro was being forcibly dragged along, tho it's not like he was complaining at all. This had been what his medium-length and medium-girth dick had been begging him to do all night. He was still yelping "AaAhA AAhhHh!—" as The Virgin Killer pushed through the crowds of her fodder and dragged Hiro across the floor, permanently damaging his Crocs.

"We're hear" she said, throwing Hiro onto the couch and flinging the curtains shut. Hiro's heart was beating fast like Sonic the Hedgehog. The Virgin Killer licked her plump lips (no, not *those* lips you dirty Sinners) and put her hands on either side of Hiro's head on the concrete graffitti-covered wall.

She leaned in seductively when suddenly Zorome burst in. "HEY!" He spilled a moldy Can of Coke onto them while Goro crawled in, his head twitching and stained from the rest of the club stepping on him. "i want some of this action you cant have it all for urself Hero!"

The moldy Coke-A Cola made Hiro and The Viagra Killer gasp loudly. It rushed down their clothes like it would if one stood underneath a waterfall made out of disease and unhealthy carbonated sugar.

The Viirgin Killer was LIVID now. Hiro thought he saw her eyes flash tomato red for a second, but he couldn't be sure. It could've easily been the pulse lights from the club reflecting into her beautiful orbs.

Beautiful orbs of pure anger.

The Virgin killer whipped around and took Zorome by the front of his Thrift Shop shirt, pulling him into the air with abnormal strength.

"You will leave darling and i alone. i'm not up for a threesome today," The virgin killer growled.

"H-Hey!" Zorome said nervously, kicking his tiny midget legs in the air frantically. "Why the heck not?! Hey, just grab my stuff! i've seen Hiro's junk, it's not impressive. it's like the size of my pinky, you need a real man who can destroy that kitty—"

CRASH.

The Virgin Killer threw Zorome into the next room over, falling through the curtains. a loud crash of a table was heard, glass bottles clattering to the floor alongside the scream of a woman and a man.

Hiro felt bad for him. "Hey! You didn't have to go that far you know! i never even agreed to this, i can't pay you or anything you know!"

The Virgin Killer stared at him blankly as he frantically scoured for his Captain America wallet.

"See?!" He opened it for her and allowed her to watch the pennies fall out. hiro was only a gamer, he didn't work a job.

"Oh, Darlin, that's okay~," The Virgin Killer purred and got down on the couch with him, towering over him like a skyscraper on her knees. Her pelvis was right in Hiro's face, giving him a whiff of the scent of Women's Shaving Cream and a honey-like perfume. With this proximity, Hiro couldn't take his eyes away from the pubes sticking out from her sexy, scarlet red G-String.

Even though it was dowsed in moldy Coke-A-Cola that made his nose wrench and his eyes water, she was so... Hot.

"I know a way you can pay for it..." The Virgin Killer whispered into his ear seductively, hand tracing down his unfit chest.

The soda from both their bodies were beginning to drip onto each other now, but Hiro was too dazed and turned on by her to care.

(Author's Note: DAYUUUM he about to get some huh?!)

"A-And what's that?" Hiro gulped, afraid of where this night for him would lead.

"...With your body," The Virgin killer whispered naughtily and started to slowly inch his way near his pulsating girth.