One of our platoon mates (we’ll call him Sean) had picked up a real winner out in town, at a strip club no less, and she wasn’t stripping (at least that night, and she’s surely on the pole somewhere today). It was common at this particular strip club in Mississippi for white trash couples to be seen in the club together, hell who I am to judge, maybe they’re fucking on to something.
After a colorful night downtown with the boys, and Sean’s lady friend accompanying us in Memphis (it was close to us), she had too much to drink (I think she was 19 drinking on a fake ID) and starting yelling insults at the local African Americans within ear shot. The filth coming out of her trailer park mouth would’ve (and did) made a sailor wince. The was calling them all sorts of names and none of them good or appropriate. To make matters worse Sean shaved his head with a Bic razor every day…not a good combo. Needless to say we threw her in the Navy van and hightailed it our of there before we had another incident on our hands. They gave chase but soon lost us.
Back at the Ranch…
I soon fell asleep hoping to get a few hours shut eye to allow me to stay sharp on the gun in the morning (miss a shot and you drag a tracker tire more than you’d ever want to). I’m not sure what time it was but it had to be around 4am when I was awakened by my bunk bed shaking (we roomed up four to a room). I looked over and there was Sean pounding the holy hell out of this skinny white church girl. He was really taking it to her, so focused on the task it would’ve made a porn star give the courtesy nod of approval and mutual deviant respect. It’s safe to say that Sean will be driving the bus to Hell but those stories will come later…maybe in part 2.
The best was as he was fucking the shit out of her she leaned close to me, she was already inches away from my face as this was going down, and whispered the following. “Don’t tell your friend Sean but he’s not fucking me hard enough. What are you going to do about it?”. I was shocked and briefly entertained the notion but Sean is not a guy you want to dive in after, surely a sea of STDs would await anyone. As a rolled over I noticed my bunkmate below roger up much to Sean’s disliking. A brief argument ensued and Sean won because we both went back to sleep.
God bless America and the Military.
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