I knelt in front of him in the strip club... doing the part of the lap dance I hated but he paid for... He was my friend and he was helping me, but I still asked, "Are you sure there aren’t any other jobs you can find me?"
"Hey! You asked me to help you after that weird machine transformed you! It’s not like you have a social security card looking like that! No one would believe you’re Brad Daniels with THAT body. It’s a job that doesn’t ask for ID, pays cash, and you don’t need any special skills, just like you asked. Now thank me, Brandi!"
"Thank you… sugardaddy…"
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