'What do you want to drink love? asked Max.
That's when Frank and the five nurses entered.
Everyone just stopped what they were doing and started admiring those luscious nurses.
Even the women were eyeing them up.
'This is a show down, bitch,' said Ginger.
The Hit Squard and that big titted free loader who couldn't even afford her own drinks knew exactly what that meant.
Tits came out of bras, I supplied the oil, and the titty rub began.
Jack was playing judge.
'More nipple to nipple, and some tongue swording.'
This went on for half an hour.
The owner of the pub was so impressed he asked if these girls were for hire.
I said once we sorted out the showdown, 'you can hire our babes from Big Tit Inc.'
It's when Air Supply (All Out of Love) came on that the girls calmed down and kept on stripping off their clothes until they were down to their g-strings.
'Make love, not war,' yelled out Max.
Now it was time to kiss and make up.
No one was going to die on my shift, said Jack, who had done really well on this mission.
'I know they were going to kidnap us and hand us over to 'The Jihadist Against Sex Tourists,' said Max, who also apologised for the shit he pulled back in Jember.
'No sweat,' said Frank, who asked what does a man need to do get a drink around here.
The Hit Squad and the Lone Wolf were now jelly in our hands and couldn't ask enough if they could join Big Tit Inc.
'Of course,' said Max, who stripped off lots of greenbacks from his wallet.
These whores will think twice about working for the cheapskate terrorists in the future.
That's when Frank and the five nurses entered.
Everyone just stopped what they were doing and started admiring those luscious nurses.
Even the women were eyeing them up.
'This is a show down, bitch,' said Ginger.
The Hit Squard and that big titted free loader who couldn't even afford her own drinks knew exactly what that meant.
Tits came out of bras, I supplied the oil, and the titty rub began.
Jack was playing judge.
'More nipple to nipple, and some tongue swording.'
This went on for half an hour.
The owner of the pub was so impressed he asked if these girls were for hire.
I said once we sorted out the showdown, 'you can hire our babes from Big Tit Inc.'
It's when Air Supply (All Out of Love) came on that the girls calmed down and kept on stripping off their clothes until they were down to their g-strings.
'Make love, not war,' yelled out Max.
Now it was time to kiss and make up.
No one was going to die on my shift, said Jack, who had done really well on this mission.
'I know they were going to kidnap us and hand us over to 'The Jihadist Against Sex Tourists,' said Max, who also apologised for the shit he pulled back in Jember.
'No sweat,' said Frank, who asked what does a man need to do get a drink around here.
The Hit Squad and the Lone Wolf were now jelly in our hands and couldn't ask enough if they could join Big Tit Inc.
'Of course,' said Max, who stripped off lots of greenbacks from his wallet.
These whores will think twice about working for the cheapskate terrorists in the future.
