HAIR Needs to Go To A Proctologist Now
By:  "V"





HAIR was still feeling the buzz after having rolled around on the stage again and electrocuted himself from his own sweat and the cord of the mike.  He smoothed back his frizzy hair and made his way through the dark club.

All of a sudden he was pulled into one of the sexy soft newly made vibrating booths. 

"Whohua?" 

There were two occupants in the booth, one lonely guy who sat at the opposite end with dark hair in his face and HAIR's "good friend" Grant.

"What are you going to do to me?!"

Grant laughed evilly, "Take away your virginity."

Lonely guy mumbled off to himself, "He's in my seat."

HAIR was confuzzled, "But Grant Honey Buns, you already took my virginity."

Grant blushed, "It's for the story doofus."

"Oh."  HAIR waves at audience.  "'Ello mates."

BACK TO THE STORY

HAIR struggled to escape the questing hands that came after his already dripping stick of juicy manhood.  "No!  Please, no!  Nani mo!"

Baby soft hands reached under HAIR's skirt and gripped the hard organ of pleasure and pain, jerking it once, twice, thrice, quartice, quintice sextice, septice...

Lonely guy patted HAIR's hair, touching the strands of grease with envy.  "I wish you hadn't stolen my seat."

Grant broke off the leg of the table and lubed it up with the slush of a maragarita.  "We're gonna have some hot fun tonight."

ANDTHENTHEYHADSEXANDSPILTJISMALLOVERTHETABLEANDCHAIRS.

THE END.



::Camera pans out from slinky booth::