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Not True-Never Happen-No Waythis story is part of the FanClub (fm:one-on-one, 2900 words) [2/2] show all parts

Author: WannabeByron Picture in profile
Added: Nov 22 2000Views / Reads: 911 / 783 [86%]Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Phillip D. Deepwell, raised in Philly has arrived in New Orleans for an interview with Forbes. Luckily his plane was delayed, his driver wrecked the limo, and until now he hasn't had an orgasm in 6 months! Is his vacuum cleaner hose-sized cock a problem?
 


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When we last looked in on our hero...he was listening Lousha Bendlowe's voice message...

"I can't believe you're not home. Well get out of the welfare line because I might have landed you a job. Don't thank me just yet, but be advised...you owe me a new-job fuck, a raincheck fuck, and grudge fuck for that tense shit with my husband. I bet you thought I forgot about that shit. I'm gonna be fucking you sooo long, YOU'RE gonna get pregnant!" She laughed and said... "Don't call me, I'll call you." click.

I laid back in that chair wondering what the hell was happening in my life. It wasn't that I didn't want her help, It was that I didn't want her husband seeing or hearing my name pop up in conversation. Not only was he arrogant, but he was pretty sharp and manipulative...ie hard to fool. I need a clean break to land a new position, which meant no negative reports following me around.

"What I need is some dinner to clear my mind." I exclaimed to no one in particular. Reaching for the phone book, I tried to remember the number to the local Domino's so I wouldn't have to look it up.

"The Fridge." I remembered out loud. Double skipping into the kitchen, I saw the perforated list of coupons. However just above it was a glossy business card with bold red letters, "Phat Ho's Dim Sum." Some ...

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