Derriere's Gentleman's Club, the sign said outside.

"This place looks like a dive," Mark muttered quietly. Still it did offer fully nude dances and you could bring in your own booze.

"Come on, losers," Ant grinned, a six-pack tucked under his arm. "Let's go see some shaking milk-bombs and wide open tampon-tunnels!"

Mark shook his head at Ant. Sometimes the guy could be such a dick, but his vocabulary for slang terms when it came to the female anatomy was inexhaustible.

"Dude," Sam said. "If you call them that in front of any woman you're never gonna get laid."

"I do fine, fucktard," Ant grinned. "Come on, let's go."

Mark followed Ant and Sam into the club, paying the steep twenty five dollar door fee. The club looked a lot better inside than it did outside, and there must have been a hundred guys in the room, with a bit of a relaxed policy of und
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