The limo came to a sudden stop, or at least one that felt sudden, taking you out of whatever you were about to do, and deep inside, you felt a bit relieved. These strippers were beautiful, no doubt, their scales glistening just right in the lights of the car, but you found yourself hard-pressed to really be into women with legs. Such an unneeded hindrance.
“Why’d we stop?” you ask, and the barrier between the back where the party was going down and the driver slid down a bit.
“First stop of the tour, gentlemen. The wildest club you’ve ever been to,” the driver’s voice sounded out, but you couldn’t see him.
“Awesome! Feelin’ Kinda dry here,” Rick groaned, solid black eyes unblinking as he fumbled to open the door with his fins. But open it he did, and your friends and the strippers piled out, desperately making their way to the club doors. You craned your extremely long and flexible neck around, making sure everyone else was out before you slithered along behind.
“Amazon room is third door on your left, sir,” the bouncer says to you, and you notice as he shows you in that there are doors aplenty down either side of a long hallway. You manage to notice Tick’s tail slipping in behind him to the Serengeti Room, and you slither along to the Amazon.
The sliding door hisses open to let you in, which is fortunate since you have no arms to push them open, and you immediately take in the sounds and scents surrounding you. The lazy river water, the towering trees, the humid air... it’s perfect. You slither over to the water, and are just about to relax, when...
“Hey, there,” you hear a female’s voice speak out, and you look over. She’s the most beautiful anaconda you’ve ever seen - long and thick, with big, dark eyes. “You all alone?”
“I wasn’t,” you answer. “Bacherlor party, but all my guys and strippers have legs and fins and stuff, and that’s just not my thing.”
“What a coincidence! This is my bachelorette party, and I have the same problem. Legged-ones are the worst.”
You smile a bit, slithering closer to her in the water, flicking out your tongue to get a read on her. Her scent is phenomenal, good enough to make you wish you weren’t getting married tomorrow so you could have this female guilt-free.
“The worst,” you agree, smiling back at her. “You seem pretty nice, though.”
“And you seem exactly like the kind of fun I’m craving right now,” she answers, and that look in her eye...