P.A. Club Night

For three months, the exact time I had said I needed to take off. Which meant I wasn't trying to contact Leon to ream him a new one; I was trying to call him to gloat. I was taking the three months because I had decided I wanted my dick head pierced and a nice gold loop put in it, although I had no idea at the time that it was called a Prince Albert. Before this assignment came along, I would have had to swallow the cost of both the surgery and the recovery myself. Thanks to the P.A. Club, however, I'd now gotten that all for free—along with a club membership, membership in a club that included a master fucker number seven with a mean string of ass canal beads.