the club...

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Todays choice of transport was my motorcycle, so I got on and labia hopped on the back with her arms around me. Labia and I never really had a moment where we could evolve our friendship, so to warm up for this mission, we are going to have a girls night out. Just out of town from the hype house military base, there is a club called the roadhouse rodeo. The description of the place states, "for the gays, girls, and the whole family!" So, it's obviously perfect for me and labia. We will definitely have to come back with the rest of the team once we get groin back.
"Look! There it is! The roadhouse rodeo!" Labia said, removing one arm from around me to point at the rusty shack with hot pink glittery lettering that says the club name.
I park my motorcycle and tie it to a street sign that says, "no fat asses aloud." With black licorice disguised as red licorice.
I get out my backpack and apply my spray on sparkly cowboy boots (very fitting to the theme) from cloudy with a chance of meatballs. I also apply it to labia, so we would be matching.
As we are walking into the club, a big black oiled up man stops us and asks for ID. I give him mine and labia gives him hers and he let's us in. This is how the fun begins
"So the plan is to find a empty room upstairs and give old men lap dances so we can get easy money for the mission." Labia explains to me, "got it?"
"Yessir" I say back, while saluting.
I find a man wearing a full Gucci suit and go up to him wearing my spray on shoes and mini skirt and no shirt. Without saying a word he brings us both upstairs to his private room.
He closes the door and as soon as it shuts the lights dim and a pole rises up from the floor, but instead of making us dance on it, he tells us to sit down and watch him.
He strips down to his green thong and starts grinding on the pole. It's boring. I was the one who wanted to get money. Until, he started shitting hundred dollar bills from his ass.
After 10 more minutes of him shitting pure hundies, we scooped everything off of the floor and fled the facility of the roadhouse rodeo.
"YES! WHAT A WIN WIN!" Labia yells as we gleefully ride away on my motorcycle.

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