Berry had never been to a club before, although he had always wanted to go. As he walked into the dark alleyway filled with pimps and hookers, he approached the gigantic bouncer at the entrance.
The Bouncer was reluctant to let him in. He only got in because a hooker flashed him her titties and Berry was able to slip inside while he was distracted by her massive jugs. Walking into that club was like being reborn, Berry was enthralled by the lights and the music and the strippers! Suddenly he looked down, and there it was, his three inch hard on. Berry frantically tried to cover it up, when a stripper spotted him and offered to "take care of it" for him
"Hey big boy" she said
She was tall and really skinny, Berry assumed she was probably a crack addict and it would be best to keep his distance, however, his boner wasn't getting any smaller, but it was also incapable of any bigger,
So he agreed.
She sat him down on one of the musty ass, STI infested lounge couches. Berrys spine ran cold as she unzipped his pants. At this moment in time Berry had realized that that very morning he hadn't had time to put his usual undies on as his train left really early. So there he sat in the club wearing the only thing he could find, his honeymoon lingerie ,which was really just a man thong made of a single child's shoelace that had someone's grandmas curtain scraps glued onto it wgich he had bought off of wish.
The stripper didn't mind though, infact it aroused her!
"Oh what's this?" Her raspy voice replied.
" you must of come here looking to get some!"
To Wich Berry replied ,
" we'll duh you nasty ass bitch, why else would I come to strip club? now get on your knees and suck me dry!"
At least, that's what he wanted to say, but, instead he just said...
" my moms an addict too."
The stripper proceeded to rub up against him, but just as she was about to execute the deed, SHE HAD A HEART ATTACK!
Berry was immediately propelled back into his trauma. as you know back in high school he was devoid of any sexual and even physical contact, so the fact that he was so close to attaining head but was then robbed of the experience was enough to trigger his PTSD.
In hindsight, he should've seen this coming, all the drugs she was taking plus the mysterious open wound she had in her left butt cheek should've been an immediate indication that she was going to die soon. He needed a drink, and as he walked to the bar he realized it was probably for the best as she was undoubtedly going to give him gonorrhea of the mouth.
