As Berry sat at the bar he contemplated his life and his decisions, as he watched as the stripper being dragged out of the club and thrown in the back of an ambulance.
Berry was tired of this shit, "dick and balls." he thought, as he downed his 14th cherry martini.
All Berry wanted was some good head, was that so much to ask?
He was still very, very, Very hard, so weather it was fate, or the 14 martinis he had just drank which at least one of was definitely spiked, Berry decided to take matters into his own hands. He hobbled around the club looking for someone as desperate as him, but he stumbled and fell over!
Just as he was about to crash into the floor and die, a miracle happened. There, standing behind him holding his shoulders up to keep him from falling to the ground, was a tall, dark and handsome man in a Barocco embroidered formal blazer by Versace. Berry had never seen eyes like his, they pierced his sole and cut straight into his heart.
Are you alright? Said the man, he had a British accent Which Berry found incredibly arousing.
"Can I help you out mate?" Said the man.
To which Berry replied in a faint, wasted voice ...
"Head."
The man was surprised as Berry who very likely had alcohol poisoning, was asking for such a thing, but the man felt bad for him, so he brought Berry up with him to His VIP suit.
The sweet was glamorous, it had chandeliers and fluffy chairs! The man laid him down on the king sized bed. Berry, in a still faint, still waisted voice asked, " what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" The man turned and looked a Berry.
"Well, I own this place" he said
"It's actually been in my family for years, and was handed down to me by my father who died in the war 4 years ago."
"I see , said berry " so your a pimp then?"
"Haha, no," the man replied, " just your average sex addict." He smiled at berry.
Was he the love of Berrys life?
"What's your name?" the man asked.
"Berry" Berry replied. "And yours?"
"My name is Benedict Cumberbatch the 13th +1. Said the man, " but you can call me Ben for short."
"Well the, Ben," Berry said, " can I get some head?"
Ben looked deep into Berrys eyes, "can I tell you a secret," he asked.
" sure"
"I'm secretly...a WEREWOLF!" Exclaimed Ben.
"So believe me mate, I wish I could but I might just bite you wanker there clean off! Also, we only cater to paying costumers.
"Oh," Berry was depressed .
