The South Point Casino, the first casino you come to on the road from Los Angelos, was abuzz with anticipation as the clock ticked down to the start of the legendary Punch Lines with Frank Nicotero. Ryan McCormick, the show’s Producer, paced the floor, his mind racing with the myriad of details that needed to be attended to. His focus, however, was drawn irresistibly to a singular figure: Lucky Ass, the show’s resident fortune-teller and oddsmaker. Lucky Ass had the uncanny ability to pick winners by studying the precision of the perfect round bubble butt. Tonight, his gaze was fixed upon none other than Sage Dovina, the reigning queen of the OnlyFans scene and the bearer of the most divinely sculpted derriere this side of the Colorado River.
Sage, clad in a form-fitting costume that left little to the imagination, sauntered over to them. “Gentlemen, I’m ready to show you my booty clapping trick,” she purred, her voice a sultry purr. “It’s a sure-fire way to help us predict the outcome of tonight’s games.” Ryan, taken aback by her brazen suggestion, could feel his face flush with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Sage,” he stammered, “but we can’t have you performing such… intimate acts on our family-friendly show. It just wouldn’t be appropriate.”
The tension in the room was palpable as Frank nodded in agreement with Ryan. Lucky Ass, however, looked disappointed. “But sir,” he began, “this is a unique opportunity to harness the power of Sage’s, um, assets for the betterment of our show. It could revolutionize the way we predict games.”
Ryan sighed, his mind racing for an alternative solution. Just then, inspiration struck. “You know what, Lucky Ass? You’re right. We can’t have her performing the clapping trick on stage, but maybe there’s another way to take advantage of Sage’s… talents.” He gestured toward the unisex bathroom they had recently installed due to the burgeoning LGBTQ movement. “Why don’t we all go into the bathroom and observe the trick there? We can still get the information we need without compromising our family-friendly image.”
Lucky Ass’s eyes lit up with excitement, and Sage herself seemed relieved at the suggestion. “Very well,” she said with a curtsey. “Follow me, gentlemen.” The three of them made their way to the bathroom, the anticipation in the air thick as smoke. Once inside, Lucky Ass carefully closed the stall doors to ensure their privacy. He then turned to Sage and nodded encouragingly.
With a sultry grin, Sage placed one hand on the edge of the bathroom stall and began to slowly undulate her hips, her perfect behind flexing rhythmically. As she did so, her other hand moved in time with her movements, clapping against her cheeks in a hypnotic rhythm. The sound was eerily reminiscent of a horse’s gallop at the South Point Casino rodeo, and Ryan couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down his spine.
Lucky Ass watched intently, his eyes darting between the numbers on the bathroom stall door and Sage’s perfectly sculpted derriere. He took out a small notepad and began scribbling furiously, jotting down his observations and interpretations of the clapping sounds. Meanwhile, Frank Nicotero leaned against the bathroom counter, his expression a mix of fascination and amusement.
As Sage’s hips undulated faster and faster, the rhythm of her clapping grew more pronounced. Frank Nicotero found himself transfixed by the sight before him, unable to tear his gaze away from the hypnotic display. He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of awe and reverence for the power of Sage’s body, its ability to captivate and inspire such intense emotions in those around her.
Lucky Ass continued to scribble in his notepad, his eyes darting between the numbers on the stall door and Sage’s perfectly sculpted derriere. There was a sense of urgency in his movements, as if he were trying to capture some vital piece of information before it slipped away. Ryan watched the exchange with a mix of fascination and amusement, still feeling a hint of embarrassment but also a growing respect for the dedication that Lucky Ass and Sage were both showing to their craft.