227 Steal from the rich and give to the slore (1/2)

”What's going on?”

”Huh?”

The 20 men in VIP didn't understand what the problem was because the fart bomb only affected women, but the girls were too sick by the smell to open their mouths and explain. They only hurried to leave, making the guys look at each other in confusion.

As the women shuffled out, the rich men went with their tried and tested method--giving the bouncers more cash to retrieve them. Yet, the ladies wouldn't budge now, only glancing at the VIP with revulsion. With no progress towards recovery, soon, the 20 guys came up with various theories on what was happening.

One group thought it was the song the DJ played, Barbie Girl by Aqua. They glared at the DJ booth. 'Bastard! You triggered all our women with your sexist song!'

Another part of the men believed it was because they didn't have enough alcohol. So they yelled at a redhead waitress to get more bottles.

A few minutes later, she came back with a few of the most expensive bottles of champagne, in ice buckets, with sparklers coming out the top. At the same time, trying to regain the attention of the women below, the men stood at the rails of Outhouse, overlooking the dancefloor while jumping around and celebrating.

However, they failed to notice the strangeness of the waitress as she brought the alcohol up. With every step she took, her face turned greener, and soon, she projectile vomited on one of them!

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Their celebration didn't have the same energy after that...

It wasn't the end though, because then, she threw up in the ice bucket!

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The men were devastated. 'Our champagne...'

The people below who saw this shuddered!

Sick to her stomach, the waitress soon ran back out, as she shouted at security. ”Hurry and tell the owner! All those guys sh*t their pants!

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Hearing that, the male security now also looked at the men in VIP with disgust. The rich guys tried to dance it off but at this point, they were like caged monkeys throwing their poo around as all the onlookers gazed at them.

Several minutes later, the male owner came out and visited the VIP, but didn't find a problem. So, he figured the men were being too rude or grabby, leading to the waitress hating them and the girls leaving. They were wealthy clients though. So he apologized and offered more free bottles of champagne that he brought out himself.

The guys in VIP didn't comprehend what was happening. Despite that, they assumed the ladies would return in the end. After all, they'd never been to a party where everything didn't go their way, so why would this be any different?

The most important reason they weren't too worried about the girls not coming back though, was this was VIP—where every woman wanted to be. What fool didn't know that?

However, by this point, rumors of what was occurring in Outhouse spread to most of the staff and patrons, with everyone except the isolated rich guys themselves hearing them.

From that day forward, among the nightlife scene of New York City, those 20 men became famous, known as—The Loaded Diaper Division.

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Failing to realize what was going on, the rich guys waited in VIP for hours for the women to return, but they never did. The girls weren't interested in being with Very Important People, if they had self-defecating mindsets...