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It goes without saying that I did not expect this level of support following my recent layoff.  I can't even begin to say thank you enough!  So, until I can put my words together coherently and write an actual 'thank you', I'll let Peg do the thanking for me.  Originally, I was going to do one of two versions of her...stripper Peg or "something else"...but I think you folks deserve both....in 8K.   :D

The real estate market is always down during the winter months and Peg-O-My-Heart Realty (yes, that’s really the name of her company) is no exception. Peg needs to make a little extra spending money for the holidays...

PJ: I dunno, Max, are you sure this is gonna work.
Max: Dude, trust me, we're sooo gonna see some titties. These fake IDs are totally legit looking.
Bouncer: Alright boys, let's see 'em.
Max and PJ nervously hand the giant bouncer their IDs.
Bouncer: What, no fake mustaches to go with these? You insult me!
Max: Sir, we...we're...we're sophomores at Spoonerville College. Isn't that right, PJ?
Bouncer: (rolls his eyes) I woulda believed yuh if you'd said Spoonerville High.
Max: B-but, sir...
Bouncer: I'm just jerkin' your chain, kid. Call it an early Christmas present. Just keep your hands to yourself and don't be tipping the girls with no Monopoly money...or I'll crack yer skulls.
PJ: Y-yes, sir. Thank you, sir. C'mon, Max!
Later that evening, Max and PJ are sitting at center stage.
PJ: Dude, that one like...I could see all of her...her...stuff!
Max: Dude, I'm totally gonna get a lap dance from the next one!
Announcer: Ah'right, gentlemen! Remember, these girls work for tips and tips alone! Now, comin' to the center stage...put your hands together for the luscious "Miss P"!
Max: Dude, is...is that...? No way! Mrs P?!?
Peg: Shit.
PJ: Muh-muhhh-Mom?!?  

See the second version here.

Original Art by Jab  

Edits and Colors by Phillipthe2 

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Robert B.

Your welcome. Looking good, can't wait to see what the "other" version is. I guess I was lucky back in my teens, and I guess I looked older too, because I was never asked for my ID even though I was I youngest of the group, or even when I was by myself, I'd just walk thru the door and pay my entry fee and off I went. Heck I'd visit some clubs so often I had GFs from there. I miss the good old days sometimes, just a bit though, nowadays it's a lot better with the Internet connecting the world.

phillipthe2

Yeah, but you just can't beat seeing it / them in person. Not that I can say much, it's probably been 15 years or more since I was in one of those establishments. Back in my Army daze...yeah, that would've been a weekly occurrence. Damn you Europe for your red light districts and damn you Texas for your "lingerie modeling" (and byob full-nude clubs) for making a poor G.I. even poorer. :D

Robert B.

7, well there's nothing wrong with being passionate about what your good at, be it history, or combat, which you were good at since you survived 7. I for one am glad you did, because now you are able to grace us with your artistic talents. Which if not for them is discussion would not be taking place, plus you'd be a little poorer. ;-) By the way, I like history too, unfortunately I only know what I know because I stopped learning when I left high school. Of course from 1958 on I am a walking history book. :-) Damn that makes me sound like somebody's grandfather. But then again I am old enough to be one. Maybe I'll teach GF's kids some good old days knowledge, they're young enough. :-(

phillipthe2

I'm not a student of history, I'm just a collector of random and otherwise useless knowledge. :P