Not for the first time, Rusty Hamilton sighed in the front passenger seat.
In his hand was a poster. It was the gig poster that detailed where Whyte Knuckle would be playing that night.
The top half of the gig poster was alright. Rusty didn't have a problem with the upper portion of the poster.
The poster depicted the back of a leather jacket, with the four boys on it, looking all cool. Above them, across the black jacket's shoulders, the words 'WHYTE KNUCKLE' were picked out in sharp, angular letters.
But it was literally the bottom half that grabbed Rusty's eye.
The model that was wearing the leather jacket in the poster was also pulling her jeans down. This was a considerable factor, as the model in question had a huge ass.
The model was a panda, as evidenced by her black-and-white colour scheme and little round black tail, but her ass size made her a 'giant' panda as her fat white cheeks muffin-topped over her black jeans, proudly displaying the top quarter of her assuredly-deep crack.
Just under her jeans was the name of the place that they would be gigging at that night: The Hightail Club.
Turning to the back of the limo, Rusty observed the two passengers in the back seats.
His brother Ricky and best mate Maxxie were asleep at the other end of the car, slumped over each other in a scene that would have been cute if Rusty didn't have a bee in his bonnet.
"Here, Hinge and Bracket, wake up!"
Ricky started, jerking awake as Maxxie yawned widely and stretched.
""Aw, bogus! I woke up before I got to touch 'em! They were so close..." the feline moaned, rubbing his eyes.
"What's up with you, Rustbucket?" Ricky said to his brother.
"This," Rusty said, brandishing the poster at them. "You only chose this place because there'd be strippers, didn't ye?"
"Obviously!"
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