You are walking into the golf course, when your eyes wander to a large pole on the ground. You pick it up, only to realize it is a Golf Club. You stare at its pure beauty. You have never seen anything like this! Maybe you've seen a few flag poles... Perhaps a few sticks on the ground, but this was the most beautiful object you've ever seen. Your hands slowly caress the metal stick. It is cold, yet so therapeutic to the touch for some reason. With the club of golf in hand, you begin to walk back to your vehicle. Your friends stare at you, kissing and licking the Golfed Club. It is horrifying, but you do not care. You are your own person, with your own goals. You seemed to have discovered your purpose in that very moment. You are the master golfer. You will learn how to golf like a pro.
Inside your vehicle, you set the club down by your side, rubbing the head of it softly. You are ready to go home. You are ready to have your way with this beauty-pole. You start the car, and drive off into the sunset.
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Golf Club x Reader
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