By Vladimir O'Reilly
Ruby chose a different path to the
same oblivion. She had taken several Advanced Placement classes in high school,
and received great marks in every subject. She was first chair clarinet in the
band. She was vice-president of the Student Action Committee. She ran for the
Varsity track team. She volunteered at her church's food drive every month with
her mom, and never lacked for praise in the company of her mom's friends. In
short, Ruby sucked at everything that's important in high school.
Fortunately, all that paid off when
she earned a really terrific scholarship to a top-tier pre-med program.
Unfortunately, all that went to hell
when she discovered the vast personal rewards of saturating your body with
alcohol and synthetic chemicals and eroding your genitals on strangers' jeans
until one of them gets impatient enough to gorilla-fuck you in his squalid dorm
room amidst makeshift cardboard plates of discarded pizza crusts, and other
sensual decor. It's not uncommon for girls like Ruby to realize that they possess
a range of attributes which go woefully unappreciated in academia; a
spectacular rack, for example. Why limit yourself?
Opal and Ruby first met at a house
party on West 46th. Ruby was dressed as a hooker. Opal was also dressed as a
hooker. The theme of the party was "Hoes on hoes on hoes". It was the
second most successful party of the season, after Delta Phi's puppy party.
Bitches love puppies.
Opal was playing strip poker with a
gaggle of giggling geese in varying stages of undress and two charming young
lads named Hank and Theo. One risk of doing what you love is that you may
become burned out on something you once felt passionate about. Opal never
wanted to feel that way about stripping, so she wisely got naked in front of
strangers on her own personal time, which reminded her why she got into
stripping in the first place.
The people.
"I've only seen tits like that
once in my life, bro. You know who else has tits like that," Hank probed.
Theo didn't know anyone else with
tits like Opal's.
"Your mom," sneered Hank.
Opal chuckled approvingly, impressed
that this handsome young man's appearance was matched by his sizzling wit. Her
hand found a new resting place on the inside of his thigh. He leaned back with
a visible smirk, radiating confidence, and tossed three Queens on to scarred
oak.
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