But so far, no luck.
It’s December, and I’m not used to it being so damn hot around Christmas, but I am finding it refreshing to be somewhere entirely different from the UK and America.
Today is a bad day, though. I heard through the grapevine that Ella and Chad are engaged, and I’m having trouble dealing with that little fucking tidbit of information.
So tonight, like most nights, I’ve been drinking heavily, going from club to club. There’s still no action in the cock department,and I seriously think my dick’s broken. So much so that he needs anOut of Ordersign. Maybe I should get that tattooed on my shaft as a reminder that Ella has effectively broken my cock, and now I’m going to be a celibate shell of an ass for the rest of my miserable goddamned existence.
I think this is it.
I have finally hit it.
Rock-fucking-bottom.
So with my ex now officially engaged to another man and my cock missing in action, the cab driver has brought me to the best strip club this side of Adelaide, apparently—or so he said. When I stumble out of the cab, I throw a fifty at him, and he smirks, driving off.
The large double doors look heavy, and I’m not sure I can handle them in my current inebriated state, but I give it a go and stumble through the entrance and into the dimly lit nightclub. There are three stages to my right and a bunch of booths to my left with a bar up the back.
Hiccup.
“I’m Just Thinking With My Dick”by Kevin Gates and Juicy J plays through the speakers, with its high-pitched sounds and hypnotic thumping beat. As I look around, I notice from the corner of my eye one woman up on the stage and turn to face her while she swings around the pole. Her two-toned pink hair, fading to yellow, catches my attention when it flares out perfectly. She has me stopping in my tracks, standing taller as I watch. This beauty continues her mesmerizing dance, moving in time with the music, then stands, revealing a pink bra and panty set that adorn her petite frame with curves that won’t quit. They make me want to grab her hips and thrust into her from behind. The very thought has my cock twitching, and I look down at my jeans, seeing a slight tenting in the denim.
I look back up at the goddess with her cute little button nose highlighting her perfect doe eyes. From where I stand, I can’t make out the color. It’s too dark, but her eyes are big, and her lashes go on for days. Her pouty, smirking lips force me to take in a deep breath when she looks out into the crowd, and I imagine them wrapped around my cock, sucking like a pro.
Then a miracle—my cock completely stiffens.
No half-mast—a full fucking boner.
After being certain my cock was permanently broken, I’m sure I hear the “Hallelujah Chorus” playing loudly in my ears. My eyes open wide as I run my hand over my pants just to make sure—and we have lift off.I laugh, watching this temptress in front of me. Tattoos trail up her side—stars—from her panties up to her armpit on her left.
Fuck me, if that’s not the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
While my cock throbs in my pants, I lick my lips, taking her in completely. She’s not your typical stripper. There is a level of sophistication behind her. I’m sure she doesn’t belong on stage, more like on the pages of a magazine. She’s stunning and, despite her job, not in a promiscuous way.
This girl’s seriously doing overtime on my libido right now. My cock is throbbing so hard I can barely stand it. I can’t help but get excited that someone has finally broken my curse. A woman has brought me back to life. And not just any woman, this pink and yellow-haired goddess on stage.
I stumble up to her and whistle in excitement at her being my savior. She deserves to be rewarded for fixing me, so I throw some money at her feet, noticing the sky-high sexy heels she is wearing. The way her long, toned, tanned legs lead up to her magnificent body has my heart beating faster. As I gaze up at her perfect features, she looks down, and our eyes connect. Something surges through my body and smacks me right in the chest.
That’s when I notice her eyes are a brilliant blue, and when she smiles, warmth floods right through my body. It shakes me to the core when she laughs while bending down and picking up the cash I’ve thrown on stage.
She has to be the most beautiful woman in all of Australia.
I know I’m wasted, but I’ve never seen so clearly through beer goggles.
“You’re beautiful,” I call out, my inebriated mind obviously lacking any self-control.
She giggles, spinning around, then bends down, grinding her ass into my face in such a sexual way that my cock hardens even more. I can’t fight the grin that forms on my lips—a sudden increase in temperature flows through me, along with energy, endorphins, and complete and utter drunkenness, causing my head to spin, and I fall flat on my back. I don’t even care that I’m on the floor because that amazing woman touched me and has given me back my manhood.
Out of nowhere, a burly man with a short brown beard appears over me, offering a hand. “Dude, grab my hand.”
My eyes roll around in my head before I focus on the guy, and he pulls me up. I stumble slightly, but he allows me to lean against him for support.
“You okay, mate?” His all-Australian twang makes me want to chuckle.
“Think I’m fucking hammered.” I hiccup, then belch obnoxiously.
“Coffee, Vin. Black and strong,” the guy calls out to someone apparently called Vin. I’m not paying much attention while he directs me to a booth. “You look familiar. Do I know you?”
Throwing my hands in the air, I laugh through my drunken stupor. “I’m a rock star. Or I was when I played on tour with Staked and12GAUGE-Slayed.”
