06-22-2013, 01:06 PM
No wifing in the club
Whistles of excitement.
Gimme twenty dollars
Gimme twenty dollars
Gimme twenty dollars
You recall the leaflet, you recall all the rumors and warnings. Slenderman leaves the last glance at your face and lowers his head. You can hear the ruffling of wallets.
Play ya position in the club or gimme 20 dollarz
First notes are flying towards the monster. He bends down, like a giraffe in front of a lake. He sticks them in invisible pockets of his suit.
People shriek and squeal.
He circles the pole twice, his butt is moving seductively, causing another avalanche of notes. You can barely hear the music with all the excitement of the crowd. He slides the jacket off himself and throws it somewhere in the corner. A women pushes herself to the front, screaming something like please, let me, I beg of you, let me. The monster crouches for her and she touches his chest, licking the place where a belly button should be. Everyone starts pushing towards her, so the monster moves away, throwing away his shirt, showing the whiteness of his skin. Dumbfounded woman pulls out all of her money, trying to summon him back.
No kissing in the club or gimme 20 dollarz
The back of the monster supports itself by the pole. His chest is breathing heavily, while his long hand is slowly tracing his shirt, unbuttoning it with attention. You shiver.
No tricking in the club or gimme 20 dollarz
Whistles of excitement.
Gimme twenty dollars
Gimme twenty dollars
Gimme twenty dollars
You recall the leaflet, you recall all the rumors and warnings. Slenderman leaves the last glance at your face and lowers his head. You can hear the ruffling of wallets.
Play ya position in the club or gimme 20 dollarz
First notes are flying towards the monster. He bends down, like a giraffe in front of a lake. He sticks them in invisible pockets of his suit.
People shriek and squeal.
He circles the pole twice, his butt is moving seductively, causing another avalanche of notes. You can barely hear the music with all the excitement of the crowd. He slides the jacket off himself and throws it somewhere in the corner. A women pushes herself to the front, screaming something like please, let me, I beg of you, let me. The monster crouches for her and she touches his chest, licking the place where a belly button should be. Everyone starts pushing towards her, so the monster moves away, throwing away his shirt, showing the whiteness of his skin. Dumbfounded woman pulls out all of her money, trying to summon him back.
No kissing in the club or gimme 20 dollarz
The back of the monster supports itself by the pole. His chest is breathing heavily, while his long hand is slowly tracing his shirt, unbuttoning it with attention. You shiver.
No tricking in the club or gimme 20 dollarz