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Yo-Yo Chronicles 8: Grind



   By Ed Rider



   Stan Hardman's life wasn't hard, man.

   He did have to work out three or four days a week, but that was only an
hour or two of pumping iron.  He got plenty of aerobic exercise at work.

   Add in his genes and his age, the mid-20s, and it gave him the body of a
Greek god.  In addition, he was well endowed.  The only thing that maybe
wasn't quite perfect was his face.  It was handsome in a rugged way, but
the forehead was small and there wasn't much to see in his eyes, except
when he was in heat, which was every night.

   Many of the female customers at the club where Stan stripped enjoyed
watching his face as much as his body.  They could tell that he wasn't
faking, that showing off his body was arousing him as much as them.  And
when they got into the action, they could see he loved their attention.

   Of course, like every job, there were chores he didn't enjoy, like
making nice with the old broads during showtime, which was the first two
hours of each night.  He had to do a little acting to pretend that he
enjoyed their hands reaching for him, stroking him, pulling him and
fingering him -- and often their mouths, which didn't stop at kissing him.

   While the women, old and young, were focused on his body, he was
scanning the room for good looking young women and deciding who would be
his prey later that night.

   The club where he worked had a small stage for the men to do their
routines during showtime and a huge dance floor where they mixed with the
women for the rest of the night.  If female strippers were doing what Stan
and his fellow dancers were doing at a club for men, the police would have
shut down the place, but there was a double standard working for the
women's club.  So there was plenty of fondling, stroking, sucking and
full-out sex, always initiated by the women.

   At least that was the way it looked.  Once the strippers finished taking
off their costumes for the screaming women, the music got louder and faster
and the lights crazier.  Most of the women just enjoyed dancing with each
other and watching the informal floor show happening all around them.  But
there were plenty who were there for only one thing: having a stripper get
them off.

   For most of them, this meant one of the stripper's hands down their
panties and the other one working their breasts to the disco music.  But
satisfaction for others came in every form, from straight sex to oral sex
(both giving and receiving) to anal sex, to being subservient, to being
dominant, to even a little mild sadism, like spanking, slapping penises,
squeezing testicles and sticking fingers where the men didn't enjoy them.
The dancers knew that some of the really nasty attacks came because they
were surrogates for men who had mistreated the women, but if the attacker
give them a big tip, it made the harassment bearable.

   Stan put up with a little of the weird stuff during showtime, because it
was hard to avoid, but he had no patience for it during the second part of
the evening.  Let his colleagues collect extra tips for humiliation.  For
him, Part 2, as they called it, was all about him, although few knew his
little secret.

   Stan thought of himself as a hunter bagging his quarry without anyone
realizing it.  Each night, he picked out a woman that he would have sex
with, and during Part 2, his goal was to not only enjoy her but also see
how far he could push her, how much he could degrade and humiliate her in
front of her friends while making everyone else in the club believe they
were having fun.

   He always had a few backups in case he couldn't bag his No.  1, but most
nights he succeeded with his first choice.  When he had first started his
game, he looked for the most vulnerable good looking woman, but as time
went by, he found that the challenge of bringing down a tougher quarry was
more exciting.  He especially licked his chops when he found a shy girl who
was dragged there by her friends.

   Sometimes the women were drunk and reveled in their degradation as the
other women circled around and cheered Stan on.  But what Stan liked best
is when they were unwilling participants and only he and the woman knew
that he was really shaming her against her will.

   Choreography was the weapon Stan used to get to these women.  Everything
he did was to the music, and his face was always smiling.  When they
resisted at first, he pretended that the two of them were acting out a
charade between lovers.  She was playing hard to get, and he was trying
again and again to get her to yield, with a stroke here, a pull there, an
arm around the waist, a gentle bump, a button unbuttoned, a zipper pulled a
little bit, her hands slapping at him swallowed up by his huge hands and a
big wet kiss on the lips.

   He made it all look innocent, and even if the woman began screaming, her
friends thought it was because she was enjoying Stan's pantomime, not
because he had managed to insert his fingers in her vagina or anus or pull
one of her breasts out of her bra and blouse.

   He almost always managed to get the woman on the floor in the doggy
position and usually in several other positions as well.  If he could get
into her ass, that was his brass ring.

   After it was over, she often ran away crying, but when she complained to
her girlfriends, they thought she was remorseful for looking like a slut in
front of them.  After all, hadn't they watched her and Stan do their thing
together while totally in tune to the music?  She must have been into it at
the time.

   The club management gave Stan a bonus each week, because his antics in
Part 2 drew big crowds, especially when the videos were posted on the
Internet.  Sure, they had to take a couple down when there were threats of
lawsuits, but most of Stan's victims decided the next day to blame
themselves for being drunk rather than get involved with the authorities or
lawyers.  It was easy to be hard, for Stan Hardman.

   Like tonight, for instance, he had spotted someone who lifted his towel
up immediately during his shower room routine.  She was sitting with about
10 friends far from his little stage, but one of the rotating spotlights in
the ceiling was shining right on her as he turned in her direction.  He saw
her quickly move out of the light, but not before her classic beauty
aroused him.

   When the next performer took the stage.  Stan strolled by the party for
a closer look.  She was wearing a formless baggy sweat outfit and trying to
hunch herself together into a ball and hide behind some friends, but Stan
was an expert.  Underneath the folds of her outfit, he could tell that she
was small and slim but had some sexy curves that didn't match her exquisite
face.  This was just the kind of exotic quarry that he loved to hunt, and
the clincher was that she was uncomfortable being there and was trying hard
not to be noticed.  She was it, the goal for Part 2.

   The hunter couldn't do much to attract his quarry's attention during his
last showtime performance, because he spent the entire time escaping the
pursuit of a woman who was hunting him.  They called her Ugly Linda, and
she was a dumpy woman in her 50s who showed up at least twice a week like
an animal in heat.  He heard that she was a hard-nosed businesswoman during
the day, but once she got a few drinks in her, all she wanted to do was
suck any man within five feet of her.

   She was a good tipper, so most of the dancers gave in to her, and it
didn't take long because she was as powerful as an industrial vacuum, but
Stan never let her near him, because he always wanted to be hard and horny
for his dirty dance in Part 2.  Tonight, for some reason, she was really
targeting him, and there was a large audience, which made it harder for him
to maneuver away from her.  Ugly Linda was pretty fast for an older woman,
he thought.

   When the spotlight moved to another dancer, Stan slowly danced over to
the table where his quarry and her friends were sitting.  He had pulled on
a pair of cotton shorts after his performance but no underwear to interfere
with his plans.  Everything had to be smooth and in time to the music and
so fast that the quarry didn't realize what was happening until it was too
late.

   He moved to an area of the floor close to the table as the last few
dancers finished their routines.  Even though he was taking it easy so he
wouldn't wear himself out for later, he saw that several women in the group
had noticed him and were pointing him out to the others.  He saw one of
them say something to his quarry, and she looked at him for a second, but
then quickly looked away.

   Once Part 2 began, he put a little more effort into his moves and began
dancing around the table of his target.  Her friends seemed responsive to
him, placing his hands on their bodies and putting their hands on his shiny
chest and arms and patting him on the butt.  But he ignored them and
twisted and turned his body through them until suddenly there was no one
between himself and his target.

   Her face was looking at the floor, but he gently lifted it up, all in
rhythm, all in rhythm, and did a special little strut around her.  In her
face, he thought he saw a look of fear and embarrassment, and it went right
to his groin.  There was now a large protrusion pushing his shorts away
from his body.

   "Look at his pants, Mindy, he likes you," he heard one of the friends
say.  Another one said, "Come on, Mindy, don't be afraid, touch him there."
Wow!  he thought, they're trying to help me.

   Mindy turned her head away from him, but he grasped her hand and pulled
her out onto the floor, all in rhythm, all in rhythm.  All the girls
sitting with her got up and followed them onto the floor.  They surrounded
the couple and began clapping as he danced in a circle around her while she
stood there like a statue.

   He saw that some of them had video cameras, and they were shooting the
action from different angles.  Then they all began dancing around the
couple and yelling out encouragement to Cindy.  Sometimes they would dance
close to her and accidentally on purpose bump her toward Stan.  She still
didn't move.

   Stan came up behind her and grabbed her by the waist and began his own
bumping move, swiveling his pelvis to the music and bumping the protrusion
under his pants against her rear.  He heard the girls cheer as they moved
closer with their cameras to get a better look.

   While bumping her, all in rhythm, all in rhythm, he reached down and
notched his thumbs in the waistbands of her sweats and panties, then
quickly made a squat move, pulling both thumbs down quickly to expose most
of her rear.  It was as round and perfect as he thought it would be, and he
heard a cheer from her friends, who were dancing almost on top of him and
his quarry, leaning over them to see what he was doing.

   She reached down and pushed at his hands, but they didn't give, so she
grabbed both waist bands and pulled up frantically.

   He smiled and turned his head so that all of those around them saw he
was just playing, just having fun, all in rhythm, all in rhythm.  He let go
of her pants and she yanked them back up, but while she was doing that, his
hands quickly moved around her and dug under her top, lifting it up until
he could feel her bra, then pulling her bra up so her breasts were
released. Then he pulled her top straight up and off her to show two huge
breasts bouncing wildly below her bra whenever he bumped into her rear,
which he never stopped doing, all in rhythm, all in rhythm.  This time the
cheer that went up was so loud that for a second it drowned out the music.

   His antics had drawn a large crowd that was now surrounding him and his
quarry.  The women moved their heads this way and that to catch a glimpse.
Between the crowd and the duo were her friends, dancing wildly and pushing
and bumping Cindy and him together.  He was so horny he could barely stand
it.

   Her breasts overflowed his hands and he squeezed them and jiggled them
up and down, all in rhythm, all in rhythm.  How could such a small girl
have such large breasts?  he thought, but he knew the answer: surgery. 
These breasts didn't feel artificial, but he knew that didn't mean anything
because plastic surgery could now attach breasts onto any woman that would
wobble, flop and fly like the real thing.

   He could usually tell, because women who spent the money were always
eager to let it all hang out and show off their investments.  Why was Cindy
hiding her enhancements under baggy clothing.  He couldn't figure it out.
Was she one of those natural wonders?

   While he was thinking these thoughts, Cindy was prying at his hands on
her breasts in vain.

   He smiled and looked around at her friends.  He saw some of them tossing
around a strange looking rubber ball.  The small red ball wasn't completely
round because there was a long tapered nozzle coming out of it.  The ball
went this way and that, with the tapered part flipping in all directions.
The girls were laughing at the ball and whispering into each other's ears.
One of them put it behind Cindy's head, a few inches from his face and with
her finger she pulled on the ball's protrusion.  She let it go, and it
wiggled back and forth for a second.  Then the ball disappeared from his
sight.

   Cindy finally gave up trying to pull his hands away from her breasts,
but she surprised him by quickly spinning around and moving away from him
at the same time, so his hands were grasping thin air.

   Before he could go after her, one of her friends jumped in front of him,
pushed her mouth on top of his and stuck her tongue halfway down his
throat. He was only interested in Cindy and tried to pull away from her
friend, but Cindy's friend clasped her hands around his ears and pulled his
head to her.  Then all was silence.

   The music suddenly stopped, and there was no sound at all.  Stan felt
the tongue in his mouth, and he felt a hand playing with his balls and
looked down to see that another of Cindy's friends was between his legs.

   Then he felt some hands behind him pull down his pants and push some
fingers between his buttocks.  The fingers rubbed some greasy stuff there
and then pushed some of the stuff inside him, pushing, pushing, deep, deep,
all in rhythm, all in rhythm.  Then the fingers pulled quickly out, causing
him to gasp.

   Stan quickly pulled his pants back up and stopped dancing.  Something
was wrong, and he needed to figure out what to do.  Then he heard the
voice.

   "Hi Stan," it said.  It was a soft feminine voice.  "You need to look
down right now.  We've pulled your loose shorts up high to release your
package.  Thanks for not wearing any underwear.  Look down there.  One of
my friends tied a slip knot, like you use for a Yo-Yo, around your balls,
and I've got the string in my hand.  It's a strong string.  Do you see how
I'm slowly pulling your balls out of your shorts?  Is it starting to hurt?
If you don't do what I say, I'm going to keep pulling your balls until I
rip them off your body.  Did you know that once balls are separated from a
man's body, they don't last long.  If you want to go on enjoying sex as a
man, you need to do exactly as I say.

   "First, you need to start dancing again, and I don't want you to stop
until I tell you to.  Good.  That's it.  See, I'm letting the string hang
loose.  If I need to remind you of something, I'll give it a little tug,
like this.  While you're dancing, I want you to keep on smiling no matter
what happens, just like the night you raped me.

   "Look around my friend, Jeri, who's kissing you so hard.  I'm over here
to the right.  Do you recognize me from four months ago?  Maybe you don't
because my hair is a different color and much shorter and I've changed all
my makeup.  I'm one of your victims.  When I told my friends what you had
done, they didn't believe me.  But I made them come back by themselves a
few times, and I described exactly how you were able to rape me without
anyone knowing.  They watched you in action, and they talked to some of
your other victims after you had finished with them.

   "That's it, keep dancing to the music while Jeri is kissing you.  She's
the one who stuck the noise-canceling headphone buds into your ears while
she was holding your head.  I'm speaking into a tiny microphone that is
broadcasting to your ears.

   "Do you feel her slowly pushing you backwards while holding onto your
head, all in time to the music.  No, that's right, you don't hear the music
anymore, so you need to watch her and everyone else and dance in time with
them.

   "To keep from falling over backward, you need to spread your legs and
squat down a little.  That's it.  You're listening well.  Bravo!  That was
a big jump.  Too bad everyone couldn't see it, but at least my friends
surrounding you enjoyed it.  It looks like you really reacted to that red
rubber bulb syringe being forced up into your asshole.  That's why I
greased you up a few minutes ago.

   "Another good jump.  You're doing great.  You're really reacting to all
the oil being squeezed into your colon.  Now we're pulling the nozzle of
the big bulb out quickly.  It didn't hurt, did it?  Your insides now have a
lot of slippery oil in them, along with a chemical used for enemas.

   "In a few minutes, the stuff inside you is going to cause the muscles
around your asshole to start spasming so your ass will begin opening and
shutting.  Don't worry, when my fingers were inside you, I explored all
around, and I couldn't feel anything waiting to come out.  You seem to be
pretty clean up there.  So only a little of the oil should come out.

   "OK, I'm going to stop talking for now, because I want you to focus on
dancing.  There, we've pulled your shorts back up, and my friends have
pulled Cindy back in front of you.  This time, I want you to bump her face
to face."

   Sure enough, when Jeri finally took her mouth from his mouth and her
hands from his head, Cindy was being pushed back at him by her laughing
girlfriends.  They finally pushed her into his arms, and he saw the same
frightened look on her face as he grabbed her waist and started bump, bump,
bumping in the same rhythm as the friends who were dancing around them. 
Watching them, he didn't have trouble keeping to the beat, even though all
he heard in his ears was a faint hum.

   What's going on?  he thought to himself.  This woman in my ear is one
weird bitch.  Wow!  What was that?

   It was a hard bump, harder than he expected.  He realized Cindy must
have bumped back at him, maybe by accident.  Then there was another bump,
this one coming at the same time he was bumping her and making the
collision twice as strong.  He felt the liquid inside him slosh around as
if he were a washing machine.  Now each of his bumps was being met by
Cindy.

   He looked at her, and he was shocked.  The timid, frightened face was
gone, and now he was scared.  Because the face that replaced it was a face
of leering lust and depravity.  It didn't fit her finely etched features,
and there was another reason it bothered him, but he couldn't put his
finger on it.  He knew the reason was important to him and he better deal
with it, but it eluded him.  Why was her face so scary?

   As the oily liquid splashed inside his body, he started feeling
uncomfortable.  He needed to let it out, but if he did it here on the dance
floor, that would be the end of his career.  He grimaced as he concentrated
on keeping his anus from opening.

   As his face twisted in concentration, he got a large bump from Cindy,
and then she spun around quickly and escaped his hands.  This time her spin
brought her around him until she was behind him.  Now she grabbed him by
the waist and was bumping him from behind, just like he had been doing to
her seconds earlier.

   He tried to avoid her bumps because they were making his need to expel
the oil more and more urgent, but she held tight and kept bumping.  "Look
up at the big flat screen in front of you," said the woman's voice in his
ear.

   Stan looked and saw that the house video man was right behind him and
projecting Cindy's bumping dance with him in 70 inches of high definition.
He saw her face and the look that worried him, the look that he was trying
to figure out.  He could see from her leering expression that she was
aroused, but there was something else.  What was it?

   At the same time he saw it on the screen, he felt one of Glorias friends
pulling his shorts down to his ankles as Cindy kept bumping and bumping to
the music.  As he danced, they got one leg and then the other free, and
then the shorts were taken away.  Then he saw two of her friends get on
either side of Cindy and grab her sweatpants and begin to slowly pull them
down.  That's when he suddenly understood why her facial expression was so
frightening.

   It was because the expression wasn't that of a woman in heat.  It was of
a man in heat.  On the flat screen every woman's jaw dropped as Cindy's
pants were pulled off and they saw a massive pole spring out and start
bumping Stan's cheeks, all in rhythm.

   He tried to move away, but Cindy's hands held him tight at the waist as
she kept bumping her telephone pole at him.  The big screen made it look
gigantic.  It was the longest thing he had ever seen, almost double his
length, and it looked as thick as his calf muscles.  He had to get away
from that thing.  It was poking him in the cheeks and poking and poking,
all in rhythm.  As he danced, he began moving his ass around, trying to
avoid the pole, but suddenly he felt something strange inside of him, and
he had to stop for a second while his rear spasmed open and shut, releasing
a few drops of oil.

   The second he stopped, Cindy took aim and pushed right into the center
of his winking hole.  She had five inches inside before he had time to
react, and as he tried to pull away, she bumped him, sending a few more
inches in.  He stopped pulling away, but she just pulled back out and
bumped him again, this time going in even deeper.  She kept bumping, all in
rhythm, until she was buried into him all the way.  Then she began
gradually pulling out while continuing to bump.

   When she was all the way out, she plunged back in so hard that when she
hit bottom she lifted him in the air.  Her friends had moved away from them
so the entire disco audience, which had stopped dancing and was now
watching them, could see everything.

   After he fell back onto the pole from his space launch, Cindy suddenly
stopped and motioned to someone in the crowd.  Oh no, it was Ugly Linda. 
She eagerly rushed forward, got on her knees in front of Stan and sucked
him greedily into her mouth.  As she sucked, she started bobbing her head
up and down on him.  The pain of Cindy's huge pole invading him had turned
Stan into a wet noodle, but Ugly Linda's talents got him aroused in a
minute.  When he was at full mast, some of Cindy's friends pulled the
frustrated Linda away.  "Start whacking yourself," said the voice in his
ear as Cindy began slowly pulling all the way out and then slamming back
into him.  She gradually picked up speed and was soon pulling out as fast
as she was slamming in, making him feel like she was ripping the insides
out of his body.

   "Start whacking yourself," the voice said again, but Stan ignored her
because the pain of Cindy raping him was overwhelming.  Then he felt his
testicles being pulled, and he quickly began to pump his tool.  But by this
time it was limp again and didn't respond.  Ugly Linda was called back for
another treatment, and soon he was hard again.  When she was pulled away,
he began pumping his penis.  He felt Cindy getting to work behind him
again. Now she was bumping him across the floor, pulling out of him as he
moved forward and then smashing back into him sending him flying forward
again.  He felt horrific stabs of pain and his insides burning like fire,
but he kept pumping his penis.

   Then he began to feel that familiar feeling of Stan Hardman getting
ready to come.  Usually along with this feeling was a feeling of exultation
and total satisfaction, but this time there was only pain.  How could he be
coming?  he thought, and a second later he was spouting across the room as
Cindy kept slamming her giant pole into him.  Then he felt Cindy explode
into his ass, washing it so hard with her power hose that some of her come
squeezed around her pole and out his ass.

   He felt fingers in his ears and then suddenly he heard applause and
cheering.  The deejay must have turned the music off for the show Stan was
putting on.  Cindy just stood there locked to him and smiling at the
cheering audience.  Stan saw the club's owner walking toward them.  When he
got to them, he whispered in Stan's ear, "I didn't know you were into that
kind of stuff, Stan, but the women just ate it up." he said.  "You're
getting a big bonus for tonight."

   Finally, Stan felt Cindy getting softer inside him, and then she pulled
out, pulled up her sweats and walked away.  Some of her friends gathered
around him and walked toward the bathrooms, pushing him along with them. 
Gloria leaned over and spoke in his ear.  "Even though you are pretty
clean, Cindy hosed your insides thoroughly, and when you spasm again,
there's no guarantee as to what is going to come out, so I think you want
to do your thing in the bathroom, not on the dance floor.  After you finish
on the toilet, we'll talk."

   The talk was in the largest booth of a nearby Denny's, with 10 women, a
she-male and Stan all squeezed into it listening to a monologue by the
woman who had spoken into his ear.

   "Stan, you put on a great show at the club tonight," said Gloria, "but
the show I enjoyed most was watching you walk the two blocks to Denny's
with our help.  I think you're going to need a couple of weeks before it
stops hurting every time you move your legs, but it might take longer,
because you're going to be so busy.

   "Your show at the club deserves a bigger audience," she said, "so we're
posting our videos of you on the Internet.  We got you from lots of
different angles, and one of my crazier friends even crawled underneath you
with her camera and light attachment and got all splattered while shooting
Cindy's tool reaming your insides.  That will be classic, but I don't think
it will top the look on your face as you realized Cindy was not your victim
but you were hers.  We're going to use a split screen for that part.

   "After we finish editing everything together, I predict this will get
millions of clicks every day from around the world for a long time.  You
are going to be famous." She stopped to acknowledge the whistles, screams
and clapping of her friends and then continued.

   "When we planned this evening and the years ahead for you, several of
the girls wanted to do violent things to your body to prevent you from ever
having sex again.  But in the end, we decided that you should continue to
be the same sex-obsessed bully that you are.

   "And despite everyone else voting against me, I'm even giving you a
choice that would let you off easy.  So Option 1 is you quit your job at
the club and find something else to do.  You can go anywhere and do
anything you want, and we'll never bother you again.  Of course, wherever
you are, sooner or later, you're going to run into people who've seen your
performance on the Web, but you'll figure out a way to deal with that.

   "My friends found out that you have no money saved, and you've been too
busy raping defenseless women at the club to think about studying anything
or learning a trade.  So they think you'll probably end up with Option 2,
because it means you can continue working as a stripper.

   "You can go right back to work at the club tomorrow, but from now on,
you're going to be even more popular during showtime.  You are going to
seek out the ladies who are most in need of attention.  They may be obese,
or disfigured, or old and saggy, or covered in moles or warts, or hairy, or
just repulsively ugly.

   "We've already recruited a lot of them to join us at the club each night
starting tomorrow.  You'll cooperate because if you don't, your boss is
going to start getting a lot of complaints about you and threats to boycott
the club until you're fired.  You'll be broke and on the street pretty
fast.

   "I'm sure you won't take that chance, so you'll cooperate.  At first, a
few of us will be there every night to make sure you make the right
selections.  As we see which women repel you the most, we'll steer you to
them.  The videos of you having sex with them will go up on the Internet,
and soon similar looking women from all over the country will find out
where the videos were shot -- even women outside the country.  There will
be pilgrimages here from all over the world by women who want the Stan
Hardman experience, and soon there will be dozens of scary selections for
you each night.  We're sure that eventually the club will be packed with
these ladies, and the good looking women will move on to another club.

   "It will be a financial bonanza for your boss, because these ladies know
how to drink, and profits will go up.  I'm sure he'll boost your pay, and
you'll find they also tip well.

   "Don't worry about getting aroused enough for sex with these women,
because Ugly Linda and her friends will suck you up so at least your penis
is ready for each encounter.  Wait until you see some of the old hags we
found who have no teeth.  They use their gums, and they can suck like you
wouldn't believe.  It's great fun watching a video of a toothless old witch
getting a handsome young stud like you all hard.

   "Once you've taken care of two or three special ladies during showtime
and come inside each one, you'll be ready for Part 2, where we've planned a
little role reversal.  Instead of being the hunter in Part 2, from now on,
you're going to be the hunted, like you were tonight.

   "You've already met some women at the club who are there to work out
their anger after they were hurt by men.  We're going to show them how to
manage their anger with your cooperation.  And don't forget those who just
enjoy dominating and humiliating men and those who are just plain sadistic.
All of them will be after you in Part 2.

   "The girls at this table have been scouting out women like that at a few
clubs in town and spreading the word about you.  The ones with more
experience will demonstrate for the newcomers.  We already have volunteers
who will pull you around by the penis and by the balls, some in front and
others who pull them back between your legs so you can dance backwards. 
There will be lots of touching, grabbing, slapping, spanking, squeezing,
twisting and inserting, all in time to the music.

   "We're also going to bring over the women you filled up during Part 1
and have you clean your come out of them with your tongue, either with you
between their legs or with them sitting on you.  We know you like anal, and
when we find a woman with special anus, maybe really large and hairy and
dirty, we're going to show her how she and her friends can get you to
finish in her rear during showtime.  Then you'll get to clean out her colon
with your tongue during Part 2.

   "Speaking of cleaning out, you'll want to be sure to clean yourself out
before coming to work, because there will be girls who love to stick their
fingers between your cheeks while they dance behind you and even in front
of you during Part 2.  They're going to go for as many fingers as they can,
and we're going to teach them how to get you to do a special puppet dance.
That's when a girl's arm is pushed into you up to her shoulder while she
sits on a chair behind you, and then you dance while she moves you around
like she has her arm up a puppet.  After some of the slimmer ladies' arms
open you up, I'm sure you'll be able to handle some of the thicker ladies'
arms eventually.

   "Once these videos from Part 2 start going up on the Internet, women
with every kind of bizarre fetish and fantasy will realize how happy you
are to make their dreams come true at the club.  It will be exciting to see
what other imaginative things they will think up for you to do.

   "Here's a last bit of advice.  You're going to be making big bucks from
now on.  The tips will be huge, and when your boss sees how many customers
you attract, your pay will go way up.  I suggest you bank all the money you
can to save enough to pay for trade school and then get out of town and
switch to Option 1.

   "Wherever you go, you'll make friends because most of the women and lots
of men will recognize you.  Some of the women will be quite attractive, and
maybe you can find one to settle down with.  Of course, all of them will
expect you to let them do some of the things they've seen in the videos. 
For some reason, women who want a strong, dominant man won't be that
excited about getting intimate with you.

   "My friends think all of your brains are in your pants, and you will
squander all the money you make, but don't worry, you'll never starve. 
When you get older and less athletic and start to sag like some of the
customers you'll soon be having sex with, you can apply for a job at a club
across town where they put on gay fisting and gangbang shows.

   "That's all I've got to say, Stan.  We need to get you home, so you can
soak in your tub.  You should try to relax and get a lot of rest tonight,
because your new life begins tomorrow." 

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