A Jewel in the Sewer

Like any sensible, God-fearing pervert, I frequent those dens of depravity euphemistically referred to as “gentlemen’s clubs” for the sole purpose of getting exquisitely close (and sometimes into) gorgeous young women who outwardly appear to be delicate, fresh flowers of femininity, eager and willing to be desecrated by a stranger for a price.

It’s even better when they do a convincing job of pretending to enjoy being desecrated.

Deep down, I fully realize that the majority of these goddesses of love are, in fact, fiercely mercenary sluts who are no more picky about who climbs on board than your average NYC taxi cab.