Chapter 228: Late and sloppy

Inside the nightclub, as the girls returned to the dancefloor from VIP, the Frackers ogled them like starving beasts...

However, there was a problem—they weren't the only ones.

By this point, all the men outside VIP had been swimming within a sea of sausage like Scrooge McDuck...

Without food, without warmth, like a remake of Waterworld with Kevin Costner set in some guido's butt...

So, when the men in the club saw 200 women enter the waters again, a fire lit up in every one them as step by step, they crept towards the VIP exit. With red eyes and green dollar bills, they surrounded the area like a pack of piranhas.

These animals were chomping at the bitties...and when the women reached their hunting grounds, they attacked!

"Hey, come dance with me!"

"Baby, let me buy you a drink!"

"Wanna come to my place and re-enact a rape scene?"

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The woman who received the last line turned pale. "No, I don't want to!"

"That's the spirit!"

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They tried everything... The piranhas' hunger was out of control, and of course, this created an issue for all the other men in Latrine: it spread a sense of desperation in the space and inflated the women's egos. As a result, the girls became standoffish, and that wasn't the only problem.

The fart bomb had traumatized the women, giving them nasal trauma...

Some left the club as a result, and the ones who stayed were less receptive to pick up attempts. They were still uncomfortable whenever they glanced at the 20 fools dancing in VIP and remembered the stank of their booty batter...

Ben, of course, noticed all this, but he didn't regret what he did, because it was his best move, even if the results weren't perfect. So, all in all, he succeeded in making his challenge to seduce someone here easier, but it still wasn't easy.

As the Fracking Crew chatted with a group of women, Chuck noticed them frown when they looked at Outhouse, and became curious about what really happened. So he asked one of the girls.

She winced and hugged herself for comfort. "It was like an elephant sharted in there."

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Hearing this, Beluga, Chuck, and Antonio all went wide-eyed as they turned to stare at Ben, realizing this motherf*cker wasn't joking...

Beluga gulped. 'He'd be a terrifying enemy.'

Chuck stepped back. 'I should never get on his bad side.'

Antonio narrowed his eyes. 'Keep him away from the beef.'

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After that, the group continued attempting to pick up women, but with limited results. The girls were just not in a good mood. Not only did they start at lower attraction levels, but they were harder to please.

Ben and the boys managed to get a couple of numbers, but many more rejections. Yet, the quality at Latrine was still sky-high, leading them to prefer staying there than going anywhere else. So like that, time flew by, and soon, it was getting late and people were getting sloppy.

At a certain point, while taking a break at the bar, Ben had watched this one dude get a girl. It was the coolest and most chill pick up Ben had ever seen. As the guy sat with his back against the bar, just hanging back and relaxing there, a cute girl approached him and chatted him up. Only several minutes later, she was making out with him, slobbering all over his face. Even then, the dude barely responded, letting her do all the work as he relaxed. It was the peak of chill. It wasn't until ten minutes later that everyone realized he was asleep the whole time.

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That's when Ben realized people were getting sloppy...

Something else also happened to let him know it was getting late. Ben overheard a bartender speak to a girl after she ordered a cocktail. "Would you like to go out after this drink?"

He was tall and handsome, a guy many women would be thrilled to date. Despite that, the girl smirked with pride, then shut him down. "Sorry, no can do. I have a boyfriend."

The bartender squinted at her for a while. "Ok...but it's last call and I need to close the bar."

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Ben had never seen a smirk morph into embarrassment so fast... Yet, after he finished chuckling, and of course, trying to pick up the girl at her lowest moment...he recognized he was also in trouble. The reason was, he still didn't have a good prospect to seduce and his time was running out!

At one point, Ben even ran into the waitress who helped him to the bathroom earlier and tried to hit on her again, but to his dismay, her attraction reset to the bottom! Her boss yelled at her because of him so she was no longer interested. Not that it mattered though, because she wouldn't be leaving the club until his challenge countdown ended, and there wasn't a place for a private hookup here either. Still, it was another pie in the face for Ben the dancing clown...

He couldn't help but enter desperation mode. 'I can't leave here empty-handed!' He'd gone through so much to get the fart bomb in play and create this situation. If at the end of it all, he still ended up a eunuch for the Winter, it would be too tragic! Ben wasn't willing!

Yet, he wasn't the only one having issues; The rest of the Fracking Crew was getting tired. Few men possessed the endurance to hit on women for so many hours without becoming exhausted, including them. After all, it was a grueling thing talking so much b*llshit...

However, as time wound down, Ben caught sight of a miracle in the making—a perfect setup! No, the perfect set—drunk sluts! The ones from before that the bouncer stole and sent to VIP! They were still in the club and back at the bar now!

Seeing this, the crew went wild with excitement, before launching into the usual routine, with Beluga opening and the rest of them in the wings. Except this time, an unexpected result occurred. They blew Beluga out! His opener failed!

Chuck and Antonio sighed, feeling it was a pity, but if Beluga couldn't do it, they felt they had no chance. Only one person showed a different response--Ben. Even if failure was almost guaranteed, he couldn't afford to pass this up! After all, his penis was on the line! The system was holding it c*ckstage!

So, narrowing his eyes, Ben visualized his approach. 'You only got one shot. Do not miss the chance to get blown...'

Eminem's edited lyrics pumped him up, especially because they were less gay now.

*Author's Note: Will Ben's penis live or die? If you're anxious to know, the results are in the privilege tiers!