Late Friday and all the affiliates put to rest - Norb, Bruusk and Vadym decide to head out and spend a little CB cash...
They touch down in Vegas and begin to hit the clubs, they took limos, they drank, they danced, albeit, the white mans overbite, but they danced - and they partied well into the wee hours of the morning... except... sadly... no ladies were to be had...
Norb being the media mastermind, Vadym being the muscle and Bruusk... well Bruusk makes a good wingman... they decide to take whatever they have left in their pockets and hit a brothel on the outskirts of town. Bruusk all the while complaining how hungry he is.
They happen upon the world famous Bunny Ranch and begin to rattle repeatedly on the gate to be buzzed in...
Upon entering the brothel, the madam informed them that it was pretty early in the morning and that most of the girls worked all night and most were asleep.. at least the good looking ones...
No matter says Norb - he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crisp $20 bill (US) - "damn" he thinks, out loud cause he's drunk, "I only have $20 left on me" - the madam tells him not to worry that he can get a handjob for it - Norb does the calculations in his head... girls worked all night... only a couple left, gotta catch a plane in a couple hours.. he agrees and the madam takes him into a back room.
Bruusk and Vadym are now tearing through their pockets trying to find as much cash as possible...
A little while later, Norb comes strolling out all smiles - Vadym and Bruusk can't wait -- they ask him how it went and he described a pretty decent looking girl that was quite handy...
The madam comes back up front to ask who's next - Bruusk, yells with his inside voice, "ME!" - but sadly he wasn't heard and Vadym took the second spot as he was holding a semi-torn, wrinkly $50 bill. The madam leads him away...
A few minutes later... there are affiliate products to fix that problem... Vadym emerges from the backroom and he's all smiles!
Norb and Bruusk ask him what happened, and with a tear in his eye he describes a very pretty girl who put some whipped cream on the private of his most privates and gave him one of the nicest mouth-hugs he had ever had...
With that, Bruusk is out of his chair and shows the madam the last of his money, a new $100 bill he had stashed for just such an occasion... the madam takes him by the hand and as he is lead away he looks back at Norb and Vadym, waving goodbye like a nutter and all the while smiling like Forrest Gump thinking about his first pair of shoes...
10 minutes goes by - no Bruusk.
20 minutes goes by... still no Bruusk
... after 40 minutes, Bruusk finally emerges from the back smiling like an idiot and jabbering like a drunk...
Norb and Vadym begin to ask him about his endeavor....
First Bruusk describes the scene... the bedroom lit nicely with some nice smelling candles and a big soft bed... he tells them of the most beautiful woman who emerges from the bathroom holding what appeared to be a basket of goodies.
Bruusk explains the process... She slowly undid his pants and removed his stained grundies... casting them aside she looks into his eyes.. she had the eyes of an angel mind you... and begins to spray canned whip cream onto his private of most privates.
She then takes out of the basket a small warmed jar of chocolate sauce and drizzles it everywhere the whipped cream has been sprayed and... next Bruusk exclaims... she began to place walnuts on this whole mess... and then she began to put a few cherries right on the top of this sugary sweet mess....
Bruusk pauses here and smiles ...
Vadym and Norb can't take it any longer... "Then what did she do?" asked the pair.
Brusk snaps back to reality and tells them.. "It was about this point she started to go down on me.."
"...and then what?" asked Norb.
"Gosh, I couldn't stand it any longer", says Bruusk, "she had put a can of whipped cream on my bishop, then she poured all that chocolate sauce on it, then walnuts and half a bottle of cherries... well, it looked so good I ate it myself...."![]()
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