America 1982-Chapter 670 - 10: Choose Your Own Path_2

"You’re absolutely right, if I don’t set it up, they can’t find women themselves?" Catherine looked at Odelia: "Your Honor, on the matter of national legal issues, you are unquestionably the first person, but when it comes to training men, everyone present here, yes, including all of you, are rubbish. Stephen’s little girlfriend, Jim’s personal masseuse Julia and her essential oils should have also arrived at the airport by now and will soon join us, except for Ashley who might be alone tonight, because even with the general away, I wouldn’t dare arrange a gigolo for you. The rest of you ladies, get ready to enjoy the most climactic night you’ve had in ten years."

"Are you saying Pam won’t mess around with those women?" Carly asked doubtfully, "I, for one, think we shouldn’t have too high of expectations for men’s morals in this kind of situation."

"Exactly, we can’t trust men, so we only need to trust women, raise women’s standards." Catherine told the other women, "Those are one hundred and fifty lesbians who are only there to watch and not to touch. In their eyes, as well as the eyes of the nightclub security, Tommy, Dennis, and the other four old guys are three gay couples celebrating their fortieth anniversary of being in love, preparing to register for marriage tomorrow, and that’s why they’ve thrown this party. So if Tommy and the others have any improper thoughts, the nightclub security will stop them."

"So, tonight there will be a man who’s taken drugs and drunk liquor, with no outlet for his urges, and we just have to conveniently lie in bed and use the man as a tool to enjoy the pleasure that should belong to those young girls."

"Feminist organizations should get you to draft their charter, Catherine." Odelia commented after listening.

...

Stephen rode an inflatable shark suspended in the air, shouting at a beauty seated on another inflatable toy in front of him: "Ready! Fire!"

The shark was then swung like a swing by him, rushing towards the beauty. The two inflatable toys collided, and then the beauty screamed and fell into Stephen’s arms, both falling into a sea of plastic balls below.

Pam and Jason, Jim, they changed into swimsuits and jumped into the indoor swimming pool next to them, enjoying the feeling of being tightly packed like sardines in a can with a large group of bikini-clad beauties.

Dennis and Tommy were engaged in a live mixology contest, with two rows of beauties lying down on the bar, ten in each row, each with their head tilted back and mouth open. Tommy and Dennis were in front of the two rows of beauties, mixing a large glass of cocktail. Once ready, they would pour a small amount into the woman’s mouth for her to taste. If the drinking woman closed her mouth and sat up, it meant the cocktail was too bad, losing a point. If the woman continued to lie back, it meant she passed.

So far, Tommy was far in the lead, as each beauty he served chose to continue lying down because he picked the simplest flavors—fruity and sweet enough that even without a strong aftertaste or aroma, they were easy to swallow.

As for Dennis, he was still enthusiastically showing off to the beauties his collection of unique cocktail recipes from around the world. A bizarre combination of guava juice and cactus rum made six out of ten beauties sit up right away, thinking they had drunk some strange creature’s urine.

Seeing Tommy as the victor, enjoying the hugs and congratulations from ten beauties, Dennis looked at his cocktail shaker in hand, then at the four beauties still remaining in the laid-back position, he dejectedly gulped down his cocktail: "It’s not that bad, at least easier to go down than the gasoline-tainted drinking water during the Gulf War."

"I like this unique taste," one of the beauties still laying back probably said to comfort Dennis.

Then Dennis started unbuckling his belt, ready to take out his "cue stick" and put it in the woman’s mouth: "Babe, you really have good taste, I..."

"Are you crazy? Get out of here!" The girl was terrified, quickly sat up, and stared at Dennis as if facing a formidable enemy.

Some women nearby had witnessed Dennis’s actions, and they all huddled protectively around the girl, looking at him with united animosity. Dennis, with a puzzled face, holding up his pants, retorted, "Is Boston this conservative? Isn’t this a very standard position?"

"Security! There’s a pervert here!" Some women had already begun to shout.

And soon all the girls knew there was an old man pretending to be gay, making indecent moves on women.

The beauties around Tommy then looked at him with pitiful eyes, and one of the girls said understandingly, "I guess you didn’t expect your partner to be bisexual, not too bad, at least you found out before registering for the wedding."

"My partner is bisexual?" Tommy, who was tilting his head back drinking, upon hearing the woman’s words, almost sprayed the drink onto her face: "Do you know my wife? Are you having an affair with her?"

"If your wife is the one being dragged out by security to sober up, nobody wants anything to do with her; she just disgustingly tried to make an indecent move on a girl," the other person said with a look of disgust on their face.

Tommy was stunned. "If... she can’t make any indecent moves, what’s the point of you girls being here?" he asked.

"To celebrate three old gay couples officially registering their marriage tomorrow and attending their pre-wedding party." The girl asked back, puzzled, "What else did you think?"

Tommy slapped his forehead in despair. "I knew it, you can’t expect Dennis the idiot to do anything right!"

Then he said to the girls around him, "I’m not gay, I’m a normal man, look, the little guy I’ve got hidden in my pants is uncontrollably swelling because of your presence. We’ve all been tricked! The six of us old guys are all normal men, maybe the other five have some erectile issues, but their orientation is absolutely normal!"

...

"Damn it! I’ve taken two Viagra! Four pills to prevent my heart from suddenly failing! Now I’m so aroused I feel like a stallion that could cover all the mares in the entire racetrack, and you tell me the girls have left? And even if they hadn’t, they wouldn’t spend the night with me?" Jim, soaking wet, stood by the empty poolside and frantically asked Tommy.

"I took one... a Viagra extra strength." Stephen climbed out of the nearby ball pool, raised his hand to indicate and said, "And I remember now, this is a gay nightclub. I saw it on the internet before."

Pam, holding his head in his hands, muttered dejectedly, "Two tablets."

"You feeling okay, Jason?" Tommy turned to the silent Jason and asked.

Jason nodded. "Very well, even though I was surrounded by so many beauties in the pool just now, I felt no desire at all because of my loyalty to Susy."

"So, advanced medical care can’t treat your impotence? Susy’s been too hard on you..." Stephen asked, perplexed:

"Why don’t you take out some money and invest in medical research to see if they can develop stainless steel balls or titanium shafts for you? Susy might be happier when you meet her after death."

The doors of the nightclub opened again, and Dennis walked in unfazed, arms outstretched to the guys, trying to smile, "Brothers, I..."

"From today on, I won’t donate a penny to this guy’s political action committee!" Jim looked down at his crotch and declared resolutely.

Stephen also sighed, "Yeah, if he can’t even get a few old friends some escorts for a party right, how can we trust him to do a good job serving as President for all citizens of America."

"Can you not involve us in your grievances with your wife, whether she likes you messing with Winslett or Glen, don’t blame the prank on me." Tommy complained, "I’m going to have Page call to arrange for..."

Before he could finish, Tommy saw a group of dazzling women, full of presence, walking in from outside the door.

"It looks like aside from Jason, the pills you guys took won’t go to waste. Well done, Catherine!" Tommy clapped forcefully in his frustration and said to Catherine:

"I should have thought of it when Dennis said he would throw me a party. It was all your plan."

Catherine, with her arms crossed, said arrogantly, "Either take your respective women back to your rooms to please them to heaven or stay here and you old guys can keep it up till dawn. It’s your choice how you want to pick your path."