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Molly
put all the money, steroids and a few bottles of growth hormone in
the trunk of the Blueberry and started the car. She was headed
straight towards the local gym, Homo Planet, where she was going to
try sell the goods she stole from CT Flat Brain and his son. After
about 20 minutes of driving the waitress, now steroid dealer, arrived
at the training facility.
She
knew very well that looks sell products. For that reason Molly cut
her blouse just a little bit so that a small portion of her nipple
was showing. The girl was able to make pretty solid money from tips
using that ancient technique. Molly was smart and informed enough to
know that usually the guys with the biggest muscles were the true
steroid junkies willing to do anything to get bigger. The blonde
hearbreaker looked around and found her victim. He was a middle age
man with huge chest muscles doing heavy bench presses. For the sake
of this story we will call him – Christian T. Molly slowly
approached the man like a scorpion looking to sting its new victim.
'Hi.
It's so hot in here.', said Molly while trying to stretch her
hamstrings on the bench next to the one used by Christian T. After
observing what was happening before his eyes Chris experienced insane
blood flow in a sacred place – forgotten to him feeling due to
severe abuse of every steroid under the sun. His balls simply didn't
produce much of the male hormone on their own and proper
supplementation was needed in order for Chris to be considered a true
alpha male.
'Hi,
cutie! What can I do for you?' said Chris and consciously started
flexing his pecs.
'Why
don't you buy me a drink from the bar?', said Molly while biting her
lower lip.
'Of
course. Let's go!', said Chris who was actually just starting his
chest workout and skipping one was something he hasn't done in
decades. He didn't hesitate much to make this one an exception.
'You
look in great shape. How often do you train?', asked Chris.
'Every
day. The body you see pays my bills.', replied Molly while taking a
sip.
'Listen,
if you want we can go out for dinner sometime.', proposed Chris.
'Of
course. But first I need a little help with something. My brother
seems to be a drug addict. I found a bag of drugs in his car. He
claims it's steroids he takes due to hormonal therapy. Can you take a
look and tell me if it's really steroids.', answered Molly.
Chris
was a little shocked. He did not expect Molly to say something like
that and for a second thought his boner catalyst was a cop.
'You
are not a cop right. Cause if you are you should know that I am all
natural – just genetics, hard work and tons of milk. I also have
very high testosterone. People even call me the T-Man.', said
Christian T while scratching his dick unconsciously.
'Of
course I am not a cop. I am a stripper.', said Molly.
'Show
me the money then.', said the T-Man.
Molly
and Chris went to the Blueberry and the waitress/drug
dealer/fictional stripper opened the trunk and showed the steroids to
the T-Man.
'That's
really muscle drugs...some quality growth hormone right there. My
friend CH4 {nickname} swears by it.....he got huge as hell.',
screamed Chris after seeing what were potentially 10 months of muscle
elixir supplies.
'Listen,
I will sell you everything for 10 grant. My brother does not need
that shit even if it's just steroids.', said Molly while smiling.
{Remember
that the whole time 1/3 of her nipple is showing}
'You
got it girl. But you still agree to go out with me.', asked Chris.
'Sure.',
replied Molly even though she did not hear anything after 'You got it
girl.'
10
grant and a Blueberry car richer, the waitress/drug dealer/fictional
stripper was moving up in the world but in the meanwhile her old
friends were not wasting time.
