Waiter (lets call him Brodie): do you want any *steamy breath* hoot sauce with That meal?? Customer (lets call him gunnar): oh yes, in fact I would. could I have it *pause* extra Spicey? Brodie: *puts hand on Gunnar’s hand* *erotically* coming riight up, come with me. Gunnar: gladly my prince, but don’t forget the hot sauce! *winks* Brodie: ohh I would never my dear
ghost pepper (<—— addressing gunnar). *brodie picks up hot sauce. Yells at manager that he has to go* Brodie: lets go, my cars this way. * they hop into Brodie’s mustang and drive away to a nearby motel* *they sign into the front desk, and make their way
up to the room under tense silence* gunnar: where’s the hot sauce? Brodie: I have it right “here” * Brodie points at his dick* could you help me get it out? Gunnar: gladly if it’s for my hot sauce!! *brodie gives the fly of his jeans to gunnar, who bites it and slowly pulls it down* brodie: do you mind going a little faster?
Otherwise I might not be able to handle, this, heaat. Gunnar: uuhuuh. Brodie: oh yes!! *gunnar pulls Brodie’s pants
all the way down. Brodie’s boxers had a large bulge in them so gunnar slowly pulled those back to, hoping it was the hot sauce* brodie: you might be surprised, but that’s not ONLY the hot sauce. * gunnar pulls boxers down revealing the hot sauce as well as Brodie’s fully erectile
douche dick* Brodie: have fun! * brodie pours hot sauce around his
douche dick*
