You head home. At least you have some good news to tell Iggy. When you get back to your place, Iggy greets you.
"I remembered to ask Shakira about working with you. She said she'd consider it."
"Thanks," Iggy replies, "But that doesn't really matter now. I found someone else who's going to work with me."
"Oh," you say thinking about the extra hits your nuts took for nothing.
"Aren't you happy for me?"
"Yes. Of course I am."
"Try and remember that tomorrow," Iggy says, "She's working with me because I told her you were willing to do ballbusting for the video. She wants to test you out first. You'll go see her at noon."
"Tomorrow? My balls are killing me. I need a day to recover."
"I'm sure they're fine. Let me see them," she says pulling down your pants exposed your swollen ball bag.
"You weren't kidding," she says as she puts her hands on your balls. You wince in pain from the small amount of pressure she applies.
"Well I doubt she pops both of them tomorrow," Iggy says, "Worse case scenario, she pops one and there's still one left for the video."
"You can't be serious," you say in disbelief, "I'm not doing that."
Iggy squeezes your nuts hard, "What was that?! What are you not doing?!"
You let out high pitched squeals.
"You WILL be there tomorrow and you WILL let her kick your testicles even if that means one ruptures," she demands as she gives harder squeezes to emphasize her points, "Is that clear?"
You nod your head yes and she let's go of your tender nuts. You collapse. Iggy gets you some ice.
"Sorry babe," she says while applying the ice, "But this is what's best for my career and therefore us."
You can barely speak, but you ask who you'll be seeing tomorrow.
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