Bobby's pov
I wake up. I look over to my right and see my sleeping wife any sleepin next to me. She's such a cunt I can't deal. I get up and get dressed for work at my shit job bobs bugs b gone. I fucking hate my job. I go downstairs and open the fridge to find a bottle of white stuff in the fridge. I take a sip. O shit it's definitely NOT milk. I told PJ a million times to stop cumming in the milk gallons. Omfg.
Y'all thought I was going to work? What a joke. As soon as I get in my car I change into my new attire- a red bralette, a white mini skirt and thigh high black heel boots. And I can't forget my favorite hat that says BBB aka bobs big bitches. Don't tell anyone but I like my girls BBW. I then head on down to the strip club which is my REAL place of work cunts.
I walk in the door and my boss Justin (he's a piece of cock) says to me: "BOB YOU ARE LATE YOU CUNTA LUNTA. GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASSHOLE"
"Fuck you you fucking freak. I'm not late you bitches are just early."I head over to the pole and start my routine. I spin around it and then slowly start to strip off. In the front row I see a tall man, covered by the darkness sitting in the front row holding a wad of $100 bills and then he starts to ferociously throw them at me.
"O shit hold up I'm gonna slip and fall on all theze 100s." I say to him. "Who are you?"
He comes out of the darkness and I practically shart my thong. It's Jim Bob Duggar.
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BobSquared: A Fanfic.
FanfictionThe love story of Jim Bob Duggar and Bob Duncan. Love, lies, sex, drama, and life.