Chapter 116
"Shaaawwwwwts!" A pack of boisterous (and foxily dressed) women barreled up to a bar at their fourth stop of the night, quickly drawing the attention of the bartender as well as the patrons. They stuck out from the usual crowd because they were the only ones not wearing a lot of black, leather, pleather, vinyl, or ruffles. Five women, one wearing a strapless white sheath dress with a sash and prop veil, cheered while a round of "Blow Job" shots were speedily poured. At the far end of the bar, a man chuckled, witnessing the raucous chaos and the consternation it caused. The whirlwind of color and noise drowned out the comedic notes of Voltaire on the sound system. He watched the women down their shots with squeals of excitement, inspiring several eye-rolls from the heavily pierced and mad
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