Octavia – Choding Out With Girls In Nightclubs
She was hot man. She had this short dyed red hair and I don’t think i’d ever seen titties like that before.
One time I saw her at the clubhouse, dancing with a bunch of chodes that I would always hang out with there. Cool guys but none of them had balls. I was 19 but I must have still been going through puberty because my balls were the size of a 13 year old’s.
The chodes were crystallising into a formation of chodatrium all around her. We’re all standing in a dance circle gazing at her. This is chode logic 101 and I was majoring in chodosophy. Like “I don’t know how I’m going to get her, but maybe if I stand close to her, maybe something will happen.” I did this for years, and trust me, nothing is going to happen.
The only thing was, I had this one method of attracting women back then. I’m not really sure if I’m a good dancer or not, but I am a very confident dancer, waving my hands around, expressing myself to the music. I would always attract at least one girl a night – that was about as far as my game went.
But tonight, I must have felt my manhood for a second. I must have put my hand on my crotch and felt my manhood. Michael Jackson! For just a second I’m like fuck this, and I go over to Octavia and put my hands on her hips. Right away, she puts her arms around me and smiles at me hardcore.
She wanted me to kiss her. But with my hands on my hips, I couldn’t feel my own manhood. I didn’t kiss her.
I heard something about her a year later. Francesca and Eliza had been sitting down gossiping at the Clubhouse. Octavia came in, sat down, smoking a cigarette, wearing a feather boa, sipping chiraz, pregnant as fuck… pregnant as seven months after.
Francesca and Eliza leant over to the side saying “what the fuck is this crazy bitch doing?” while Octavia smoked her cigarette.
I thought the image of Octavia making an entrance like that was kind of glamorous in a way, but I never told anyone because it’s too fucked up.
