My friend left his soul at Silk Exotic on the night of May 7, 2022. He entered as a first timer, curious and intrigued after all the hype he'd heard about gentlemen's clubs for years. Two hours later, my man stumbled through those exit doors and back out to reality-- teary eyed, heart exploding, balls blue.
It was Candy. The ass of a goddess. The voice of an angel. Lebron James on the pole. Working hard for her family, doing everything she can to make ends meet. From the moment she motorboated that dollar bill right from my friend's mouth, he transitioned from boy to man. I had never seen him that way. Eyes wide as shit, nearly breaking a sweat, full chub incoming. The way she clapped her heels behind his head had this dude contemplating his entire life. He was paralyzed. I had to run to the bar to get him more singles (btw shout out the Italian bartender. Great guy, chatted for a while. A+ vodka red bulls. Guy fucks) I came back to reload my friend's ammunition and soon after, Candy found herself walking back to our table. "She's not like the rest of them," my friend leaned over to whisper in my ear as she sucked the life out of our hookah. They hit it off for a while until he decided to make a trip to the ATM across the club to buy a dance. But when he came back, Candy was no where to be found. Disappeared into thin air. Built my man up just to tear him down.
My buddies and I are trying to reconnect these long lost lovers, so if you have Candy's contact information, please pass it along. Withdrawals can be tough. But through the power of the internet on Mothers' Day, we can get this done. Like my dad always used to say: pink eye is temporary, love is forever.
Candy, if you're reading this.... My friend loves you. read more