The Road Trip, first excerpt

It’s a slow slog, but it’s underway. Enjoy a first chapter, first draft. The idea is a couple who just started dating, full of delayed adolescents, going on a road trip to Mexico where they grow up and become a functional couple.

It sounds simple, but like I said, you can take a lot of the red pill stuff and glean some great stories from it.

Enjoy

Chapter 1

“John? I think that tranny’s dick is hanging out. It just rubbed up against me.” Marsha said.

I looked over at the tall, buxxom … woman. She must have been over six feet and the heels added another half foot, looking like a giantesse with the half foot of teased hair in fire red and her stripper heels. Marsha was five foot three on a good day.

I leered for a while before responding, “I can’t tell. I think he’s wearing underwear … Wait a minute. Oh, that’s painted on, isn’t it?” I must have stared too long, and that dude came clacking over to us, like a circus performer on stilts juggling bowling pins.

“Hey, short stuff!” He screamed at Marsha. “Who is this tall drink of water you have here? You better keep an eye on him or I might just steal him away. Smile!” He said as he threw his arms around the both of us. A photographer spawned out of nowhere and flashed us in the face with a series of shots. “Make sure we get your Facebook so we can tag you, okay?”

Marsha turned to face him before saying, “Oh, hell yeah!” I looked and noticed she was eye level with this tranny’s dick, which was only held in place by a waistband and friction. There’s no way this dude didn’t notice my skin was getting hot to the touch, as he removed his hand and moved onto the next couple.

“Well, that was fun.” Marsha said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to one of these parties before.”

“Yeah, me neither.” I said. “I was supposed to be on a date right now, but she was doped up on pills so I ditched her. Luckily Will was on his way here and said he had some extra tickets.”

“Where is he at?” Marsha asked.

I pointed towards the corner, where Will was strapped to a tilted crucifix. He was naked, except for a thing they had provided at the front. A woman with a large and pebbled ass was performatively whipping him with a cat of nine tails as he screamed out in a pleasured pain for all the attention he could attract.

“Maybe I’ll talk to him tomorrow then.”

“Yeah. I wasn’t expecting that. He’s mostly a nerd on the ship.”

“Oh hey, can we go see the ship?”

“No. I’ve been on that thing for a month straight. It’s the last thing I want to see. It’ll be more fun with you in a hotel on the quay.” Which wasn’t wrong. The problem was Dave was on board, and Dave was still angry with me after Dubai.

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I have to rewrite it twice more, but if I’ve done my job, it’s the best way I know of to get the reader invested.