Inglorious Impostor Presents: The Astonisher's Return

Black Jesus Returns!

Ahh, Christmas time in The Pacific. A town blanketed by snow or white people. Actually, in today's forecasts or reality, there literally isn't a drop of snow in most states due to global warming ( which isn't a myth you right-wing douchebags smiling with glee hoping to be president. Let's see how that turns out for yah), so my mistake. Additionally, my apologies for bring the joy AFTER the actual day, but who says the spirit's over in December, right? And plus, there's New Years too. Now, onwards to business:
Abandoned factories with toxic waste and raw sewage coursing through water pipelines, boarded up windows, drug dealers distributing "varieties" including certain types of joints intended for whatever purpose you're seeking ( so in this case, the
Jack Frost type of high and/or the mellowness of Resolutions), and almost every retail store closed down due to that particular area in general being a bad place for business. Now, let us seamlessly transition back to where we left off by including an ellipsis, thus adding on to the intensity...

The Vanilla Cream Part II. "Clenching the Women Parts"

Rob and Black ( All Rights Reserved.
Characters ®) follow the two women, who are gladly providing both a national delight and serving their patriotic duties, not to mention that they're both drunk and stoned.

The women lead them into a luxurious room, or the 'premium premium lounge' which consists of a palace-like reminiscence, two of the most comfortable leather seats in the world ( produced from the richest of materials and community gatherings, also known as the bazaar in the Middle East or sweatshops in you know where.), and fine delicacies, like the women and wine and jacuzzi. In other words, a wealthy man's fundamental necessities or a debt/withdrawal from society.

The two tools then undress themselves ( A/N and similar to that of the Kofi Kingston WWE disclaimer: in order to retain an appropriate rating, I will cut down on the descriptions of sexual activity and instead imply it to the best of the my ability whilst partially adhering to Wattpad's Content Guidelines. It's dragging me down yo, and thus making me weary as I rub my eyes with both my index finger and thumb) to the err... Am I allowed to say "waist down?" I already typed it in. Moving on, here's your daily dose of dialogue:

Hookers: "Looks like we're dealing with two big ones Apple Pie. We're already going topless, so let's pull out the big guns and drill 'em because we make promises based off of what the customer pays us. Which reminds, while drilling, make 'em pass out by using your sensual superpowers."

Rob or Black ( and they're not slapping hands): "Ohh my god. Why hasn't this been exposed to the public yet?" "Here, let us continue our session of bobbing heads in the jacuzzi and further intoxicate ourselves with more wine and a surplus of women, or a certain act in which piles of bodies simply lay on each other. What's the word? Is it organ? Maybe kick out the a and n and add a y...

Hookers: "Marmalades, shut up, take a seat in either the jacuzzi or the chair, put your hands on us like so as instructed in airplane instructions and either undress yourselves and thrust or feel us or do something with your mouths on us. Without further ado gentlemen, enjoy your stay at the Vanilla Cream and feel free to really 'delve in'..."

Now this is the part where I "cut down" and censor some stuff. Hyah Hyah, all you need to know is that they're going to have the time of there lives. Stick around for tomorrow's dramatic chapter and see yah, wouldn't want to be yah ( like in you current situation of, ahem, erect statues, disregarding the other half of the gender model/spectrum). Which reminds me, Black got married. Yes, YES! Press your hands against your cheeks in shock and awe because that's what I expect of you due to the minimum standards being more than just met! And no, the strip club sequence was NOT an erotica, I'll do something even better later on...