Atlantic City: EGO Style, Part 3

Menace 10
Jan. 19, 2004
Starring: Team EGO
Writers: Leary/Paul/Hollan

Team EGO and a club called XXX. Was there a better match made in heaven? Doubtful. That’s why Sean Studd, Trey Vincent and EGO Greg Davis headed inside. The sound of pounding trance music was overwhelming, as were the flashing red, orange, yellow and purple lights. The trio had made their way to the bouncers at the entrance.

'Five dollars sugar,' a fugly chick told Team EGO.

'Five dollars? Do you know who we are?' Studd asked.

Davis stumbled forward into the woman’s arms. Showing a good amount of strength, she caught him and righted him. Davis smiled. 'Hey babe. You work out? Cuz I’m a pretty big boy.'

The fugly woman smiled seductively at Davis. 'Yes you are. I could just eat you up,' she said, eyeing Davis up and down.

Vincent and Studd looked at each other. Then Davis and the woman.

'I thought alcohol was supposed to make ugly chicks look better,' Vincent said.

'If that’s true, that bitch must be the ugliest skank on the planet,' Studd said, shaking his head. He produced a $20 bill and handed it to the woman. 'Babe, whoever planted that ugly tree in your back yard you fell out of as a kid, you should sue ‘em,' Studd said. He brushed past the bouncers, not even bothering to get his change, with Vincent following. He grabbed hold of Davis and pulled him further inside.

Cigarette smoke hung in the air and the place was packed. Studd, Vincent and Davis elbowed their way through, seeing tons of tall women dressed up as if they were attending some sort of fancy party.

'This is what’s so great about Atlantic City,' Vincent said, looking around. 'Tall chicks in easy to take off wrapping. And how can you beat that,' he said, pointing over to the dance floor, where two blondes were busy grinding their crotches together. Then they spied a few more girl on girl dancers.

'Where the fuck is the stage?' Studd asked.

'Where’s the can? I need to puke.'

'Again?' Studd and Vincent both asked in shock.

Greg Davis' face went white for a moment, but after a few theraputic breathing exercises Davis was back to normal and ready to drink heavily once more. Davis quickly scurried past his teammates and raised a fifty dollar bill up in the air and shouted out enthusiastically, 'Here's fifty dollars ladies, Who wants to give the Gregster a hummer?!' And just as Davis raised the dollar and shouted out his announcement, nearly four very tall women crowded around Davis. Davis smiled and gave the thumbs up to his cohorts, as the four very tall women began rubbing against Davis and allowing him a seat at the nearest bar booth. As Davis began to get ample amounts of attention, not to mention the occassional 'cop-a-feel', Studd looked over at Trey.

'I think we need some more drinks. When beer goggles aren't making the ugly chicks any prettier, somethings either wrong with the booze or the women,' Studd said as he surveyed his territory, 'And in this case I'd have to say it's alittle from column A, and alittle from column B'

'Weak booze and ugly chicks, and prostitution isn't legal...what the hell is wrong with this city?' questioned Trey Vincent, as he lifted his golden prize up to his shoulder, 'Well, we might as well make the best of it, right? After all, Trey Vincent didn't come here to just stand at the doorway, Trey Vincent came here to be the whole damn party. So what if their ugly, a few more beers and it won't matter, right?'

'Exactly, that's excuse I used when I boned Amy Campbell'

'What?'

'Nothing, I said nothing,' Studd quickly stated, before changing the subject, 'C'mon man, lets take a seat at one of these booths'

Studd and Vincent pushed their way through a small group of guys who were all chatting together. 'Jesus Christ, I didn’t the YMCA reunion was tonight,' Vincent shouted to Studd with a grin. That’s when Trey spotted probably the best looking chick in the place. Which, granted, wasn’t saying much, since she was probably just about at Trey’s minimum standards. Granted, that minimum is usually a pulse and all their limbs attached.....but that’s probably a story for another time...

'How you doin’?' Trey asked the chick, looking at her very large boobs and not even trying to hide it. She was probably about 5-10 or so, but was about Trey’s height thanks to some high heels. She was wearing a tight white sweater and tight white pants. But Trey didn’t notice much beyond her tits.

'I’m super, thanks for asking,' the chick said. Trey started looking this chick up and down. 'New in town, big boy?'

'I’m here on business. I have come to Atlantic City to bring television ratings to the rest of the country.'

'Who is that sexy beast you came in here with?'

'Sean Studd. I’m Trey Vincent by the way. Remember that name. You might be screaming it later,' Vincent said, flashing a smile.

'Oooooh, I’ve NEVER heard that one before. I’m Jane.'

'Jane, eh? Nice enough name I guess,' Vincent said.

'So, you two ain’t here...together?' Jane asked.

Vincent’s eyes went wide. 'Oh hell no. We’re here, together, but not...you know.'

'Mmmhmmm.' Jane licked her lips. Then, another decent enough looking chick came up from behind Jane.

'Hello!' she shouted.

'You two...?' Trey started.

'We’re just here looking for some fun.'

'Well, babe, you just found fun. Come join me and Studd over here. Drinks are on us!'

'Wooga!' the second chick said. 'My name’s Nicki.' This chick had dark brown hair, dark skin, kind of an exotic look. Like she was from South America. Trey brought the chicks to the booth and everyone was introduced. Studd paused a second, looking at Nicki...well, specifically at her crotch area.

'Heh, you have a bigger pelvic bulge than Britney Spears,' Studd said to Nicki.

'I've been known for that, you don't mind do you?' Nicki asked in a whimper, pouting her big lips and fluttering her eyes at the Meaning of Man. Sean Studd suddenly got a weird feeling in his stomach, as if something was wrong...but a blech later it was nothing more than gas. Studd only shrugged in response and ordered four drinks, two being rum and cokes for the men and two cosmopolitans for the ladies. As the four of them enjoyably drank to their desires...

'WOOOOO! That's right baby, grab it like that,' Greg Davis was having the time of his life as one certain lady began to give Greg a personal lap-dance. By personal, we mean a front to front dance with her hand down his pants, slowly stroking his member up and down. As Davis went into an orgasmic trance, pouring booze all over himself and his female cohort, the other two members of Team EGO were playing it cool.

'So, how long you ladies worked here?' Trey asked, as if caring.

'Well, we've worked here --'

'That's great, listen, why don't we let things get alittle more interesting. I know you girls must've been bored to hell with these YMCA looking morons entering your place of business; and seeing as how myself and Sean are the only REAL men here, we figure that you'd want to treat us to some REAL entertainment,' Trey Vincent said with a slurred voice and a very fucked up wink that was a bit disoriented. Sean Studd nodded in agreement and motioned towards the two ladies.

'What do you say ladies, feeling frisky?' Studd asked seductively.

Nicki and Jane both looked at one another, when suddenly Greg Davis came stummbling over to his pals with his woman in his arms. Davis, with a smile on his face, patted Trey on the shoulder and shouted out quite loudly (probably without knowing), 'Hey guys, this chick named Michelle said she's giving out free lap-dances tonight thanks to me...why don't you and your lady friends join us in a six way lap dance, eh?'

'Let me think about that for a second, OK,' Vincent said.

Davis began swinging something in front of Vincent’s eyes. A key on a chain.

'VIP ROOM MOTHERFUCKER! WHOOO! PUSSY TIME!'

Vincent and Studd both sighed.

'Ladies?' Vincent asked.

The foursome followed behind Davis and his chick, heading toward a nearby door with the words VIP Room: Members Only. Davis handed the key off to his chick, who unlocked the door. Everyone headed inside the room. The boys walked past a long row of doors on their right and inside found a pretty impressive looking room. Mirrors everywhere. Leather furniture. A couple pool tables. A huge bar.

'We’ll go grab us some more drinks,' Jane said, pulling her friend Nicki along with her toward the bartender at the far end of the room. Vincent jumped onto a couch and put his feet up on a table as Davis and Michelle went into one of the stalls they all had passed by near the front of the room, locking the door behind themselves.

'Oh yeah, baby, show me what you got! SHAKE IT BABY! YEAH!'

'Man, has he ever had any kind of sex?' Vincent wondered.

In the background, some Nine Inch Nails began playing. The chicks returned with the booze. Nicki took a seat on Studd’s lap.

'Yo!' Studd shouted out.

'What is it baby?' Nicki asked.

'You got something in your back pocket?'

'No. What’s the matter? I hurt Sean Junior?' she asked, gently massaging the front of his pants. 'That better?'

'It’s getting there,' Studd said with a wink.

'Damn, is it hot in here or is it me?' Jane asked, looking at Trey seductively.

'I bet it’s that sweater baby. You should take it off. As a matter of fact, somebody mentioned free lap dances,' Trey said. 'What you say, darlin’? You want to give me a lap dance?'

With that, Jane rolled off the couch and put her face in Trey’s crotch for a second. She lifted her head up and downed the rest of her drink quickly, spilling some of the liquid on her chin, and tossed the glass away.

'That ain’t the worst thing you’re gonna have on your chin tonight,' Vincent said.

Jane stood up and whipped off her sweater. She tossed it in Trey’s face, and when he pulled it down, her back was to him as she spread his legs apart and began grinding her ass into his crotch.

Studd, meanwhile, was busy on the other side of the room. 'Doctor Studd is in the house,' he said as he began examining every inch of her front side, and all the way around to her ass. Slowly, Nicki began unzipping her pants with one hand while she massaged Studd’s abs and chest with her other hand.

'OH YEAH!' came the shouts of Davis from his stall. 'OH YEAH...OHH.....'

Suddenly, both Nicki and Jane stood up from their positions and pulled Trey and Sean close together, each on their own respective chairs. Jane slowly began to remove her shirt for Trey Vincent, as Nicki slowly unzipped her leather pants from the back. Studd and Trey looked at one another and winked, as they readied themselves for a night of lustful events. As Nicki began to unzip her pants, Sean could see a patch of pubic hair showing. Sean cocked an eyebrow up in disgust, as he usually loved the clean field...but I guess everyone has to settle for something lower at times, thought Studd. Studd shrugged it off. Trey Vincent however, has bigger problems....

Jane had removed her shirt...

Nicki had removed her pants...

...

'WHAT THE FLYING FUCK?!?!?' it was a simultaneous scream for help by Studd and Trey. Jane's chest was a burly hairy chest, and Nicki's organ between her legs...was a penis! The she's were he's! Trey Vincent and Sean Studd quickly shot up from their seated positions, pushing the pair of transvestites from their person. Trey Vincent and Sean Studd quickly shot up, grabbing both by their heads and throwing them out of the room. Trey Vincent began hyperventilating, while Studd attempted to wash the stench of man off of him. Completely traumatized by the situation, Trey Vincent weakenly went to his bed...

'Holy shit...I need to sit down'

'OH MY GOD! IT WON'T COME OFF!' Studd shouted in a cry for help, 'I NEED TO GET CLEAN!'

Sean Studd quickly scurried to the bathroom, unfortunately he had forgotten that Greg Davis and his lovely...'female'...were still in there. And as Trey Vincent closed his eyes and attempted to rub the element of shock from his psychi, he heard one of the loudest cries of horror. The scream was of bloody murder as Sean Studd came forward from the bathroom and shouted out in a ROAR of hell...

'MY EYES! Oh my FUCKING god, My eyes are burning! Someone give me a fork!' he cried, 'What I saw, no man should suffer to see! GOD ALMIGHTY, MY EYES!' The cries continued as Studd busted through the VIP door and charged down the halls why holding his open palms against his eyes and attempting to find some sort of liquid to wash his eyes of the horrid scene he had just saw. And the horrid scene he just saw?

Put it this way...Greg Davis just exited the bathroom, with nothing but his boxers on.

'Dude, that was the greatest humme of my life'

Trey Vincent looked at Davis for a moment, than back at the floor, than the wall. The thoughts processed in his mind, and suddenly...everything went fuzzy...than black. Trey Vincent, the WWC World Champion, had fainted. And as Greg Davis pondered the reasons of why Trey had passed out so soon, Davis' 'chick' came back from the bathroom and gave Davis a slow hug, pressing his false breasts against him.

'What happened to him?' she asked.

'I don't know, baby, he's such a lightweight'

'Well, I better be going, this was alot of fun,' 'she' said again whilest giving Greg a kiss on the cheek, 'But here...I want to give this to you as a momento...'

And with that, she left...leaving Greg Davis a patch of hair. Davis eyed the hair presented to him in his hand. He looked over at Trey Vincent, noticed Sean Studd was gone, and looked back at the hair once more. He looked the hair over in the light, and even behind extremely big beer goggles...he could plainly see that the hair in his hand was a wig. And with the realization of what he had just done...

He puked.

NEXT CHAPTER: Atlantic City: EGO Style, Part 4; Derecho's First Night On the Job >>

©2004 John Leary