Yeah, I dunno,
I was there, but…
I don’t feel good about it.
I was a fluffer, I guess, but he said he didn’t need it,

and it was true.

The guy claimed he could do these girls in an hour,
and these quintuplets
– gorgeous girls, straight out of AI –
were down to clown.
I was there to provide him support, if it proved necessary,
but he was able to act independently
without any kind of additives or reinforcements whatsoever.

The thing is,

he was like a jackrabbit.

He was done in like four strokes,
finishing on bellies and legs,

then on to the next lady.
To say they were unfulfilled
is to give credit to the concept of unfulfillment.
He didn’t seem so satisfied, either,
but he had a job to do,
and he moved on
with quick efficiency.

He was done in like eleven minutes.
Chilling is the best word I have for it.

Disappointing is a quick runner-up.

Guy won the bet,

but no one came away from the day proud about what they experienced.
I… I really don’t like talking about it.

Can I go now?