Chapter SeventeenAn hour later
Lil’ Stan lay back in bed with his hands clasped behind his head, looking down between his legs. His d**k was standing straight up through the hole in his boxer briefs. Its bulbous head throbbing as it slightly twitched, it was so stiff. His member was harder than it had ever been in his entire life and with good purpose too. Tonight he was going to get a shot of p***y and some scalp he’d been chasing since high school. Sure it may have cost him a stack, but to him it was well worth it. At least he hoped. When he fell through King Henry’s that night, he had only planned on throwing back a few drinks and tricking a few dollars on a couple lap dances and a blow job. See, Southern California’s strip club scenery had grown quite boring to him. He’d hit every gen
