No Guts, No Glory! Go for the Gold...er Goth!

Channeling your inner anime protagonist you expelled a cloud of steam from your nostrils and bum-rushed the dancefloor. You made it about ten feet before you were swamped by a sea of sweaty college students. Barely able to hear your own lovely narrator in this eighteen-year old filled writhing amoeba you clenched your hand trying to sus out your own organelles from everyone else’s.

Squish.

Ooh.

Squish.

Squish.

Hehe boobs.

Alright maybe this orgy isn’t so bad.

Freeing your head from the biomass you turned to see whose fun-bags you were…having fun with.

Look they can’t all be winners.

Seeing the owner of the fun-bags.

You gagged.

Not fun!

Not fun!

No, no I am not typing a description you can’t make me! I won’t do it!

Let’s just say they in addition to boobs they also owned a fedora.

Visible shudder.

After a futile attempt to gnaw off your arm. You escaped the writhing mass.

Arriving at the circle of dancing girls, you sobbed rejoicing at the sight of female boobage.

In the center was your Goth gal and another girl.

The girl had her by the wrists and pulled her around like a lame marionette.

The Goth girl’s face shifted constantly between that begrudging grin and a sour pout.

Continuing to observe the pair dance you realized you had probably barked up the wrong tree.

Damn.

Maybe I could grab her number for Bee. You thought to yourself as you started the sad walk back to the bar.

Suddenly you felt a tug on your wrist and before you could react found yourself sucked into the center of the circle face to face with Goth girl.

The hands that sucked you in provided a playful shove towards Goth girl till you were literally in smooching distance.

All around you could hears words being shouted. But staring into Goth girl’s striking blue-green eyes you lost all processing power.

The only thing your jumbled brain could squeak out was

“Hi, I’m Joseph”

But, just as fast as it began the moment was over as you felt a cold, brutal, smack ring across your cheek.

Still shaken from her stare you tumbled like something that tumbles.

Rubbing your cheek your brain continued to sputter. All you could discern was more shouting till Goth girl stormed off.

“Liz what the hell was that!” You heard the other girl shout as she ran after the Goth girl.

The shock subsiding you broke into a stupid smirk.

Looks like the charm potion finally wore off.

Resigning yourself to a nearby booth, you took a moment.

With your brain finally unfrozen you recalled the similar lock-up with Eva this morning and tried to remember just how hard you hit that bathroom floor yesterday.

Maybe I should have Brenda or Leah do a MRI next time.

It seemed your harem anime streak of good luck had finally ended.

You chuckled to yourself.

Hey man all good stories need some drama.

Out two hundred bucks though, that stings.

While Goth…Liz and her friend had run off, the remainder of the girls stuck around to check up on you and ask the golden question.

"Are you okay?"

One-hundred and seventy-six pages in and you had lost count how many times you had answered that damn question.

It officially moved into the annoying question category alongside

“Who’s your favorite waifu?”

Shura Kirigakure duh

And “who would win in a fight Naruto or Goku?”

Luffy of course…J/K.

“Girls please give my friend some room to breathe.”

You heard an unknown voice call out as the gaggle of girls separated like the red sea.

“Fuck…”

You muttered to yourself knowing you really did have brain damage.

It was the redhead from earlier.

Nani! What a plot twistuuuuu!

Please stop.

The girls dispersed into the writhing amoeba while the busty redhead slid in next to you trapping you between her and a brick wall.

“She really didn’t hold back.”

She remarked running her soft, vanilla-scented palm over your cheek.

Feeling yourself turn to jello the image of Eve flashed across your brain.

“Nope, no, no, no I’m not getting played again.”

You thought to yourself.

“What the hell kind of games are you playing lady!?”

She snickered.

“You’re shrewd, I like that.”

You cautiously moved her hand off your face.

Fuck her skin was soft.

“I saw you and your friend, James I believe chatting earlier.”

“Why’d you turn him down then?”

She snickered.

“Not my type, I prefer a younger man.”

She shifted forward.

“So the whole drunk-thing was an act?”

“Observant too. Yes I find you boys are more receptive being the hunter than the hunted.”

Let’s see Savannah, Leah, and Eva. Hm, going to have to mark that as incorrect or you have a domination-fetish.

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