Say – oh, I don’t know, one day an Angel of the Lord shows up and tells you “Dude, you won one of the little contests we have up there – here’s the deal: we can add 20 years to your (let’s go with) 60 year old life, but you have to spend the 1st 10 years being a hot ass stripper (we’ll give you several choices for a 9+ body, starting at age 21). After that, you’ll revert to your old body, restarting at 50 years old, to live out your regular life span.
Would you take that deal?
And you don't have to work in an extras club, but it has to be your only income.
Fuck you! Thats easy. If I get to keep whatever I earn and buy when I revert back into 50, and can be a lesbian, I would take that deal.
When I get to age 60, I fully expect to live another 20+ years anyway. So you haven't given me any incentives here at all.
20 additional years, over what you would have lived.
'Tis a hypothetical.
So in my case, do I get to be a middle aged dude then?
Helicopter dick! 😎
This sounds more like being a reality show contestant than a lottery winner. Either way, I'm in!
Do I have to take BBC or BBBC (or Juice) in the ass at an extras club?
No thanks! I don’t want to be 80 with looser bowels than I already have...
Loved the 1st two answers.
gammanu95 adjusts to make the best of a changed situation.
Icey assumes nothing can change and stays the course.
When I was living in Chicago, we were semi-regulars at the Admiral Theater, and on first-name basis with many of the staff and performers. This was a total non-extras air dance club. Girls there, like the top places in Vegas, make six figures without ever having to touch a dick. Hustlers, as in the movie Hustlers, can make even more if you want to risk the crime.
How would that be to fall asleep in women's prison a 31 year old stripper convict, and wake up a 50 year old man? That would be a riot.
Lol. One night your cell mate is purring with delight, next morning she's screaming WTF, get that Dick outta here.
(Unless she's bi)
