After spending a ton of money to fuel my Sex Addiction I unfortunately find myself broke. I needed a new weight belt so I went to a Gold's I never go to on the other side of the city and told the girl at the desk I thought I left my weight belt there. She took me into an office where the was a big plastic container which was a treasure trove of belts, gloves and straps. I grabbed a really nice old school Weider tan leather belt, and also pocketed a pair of Gold's Gym gloves before I left. I love the feeling of a good score. Makes you feel on top of the world.
Part II - It seems that the belt you took was good old Bubbas, a 320 lb power lifter and club bouncer.
He recently did some time in prison for assault and is now out and back in the gym.
Bubba sees you wearing his old belt and confronts you.
You explain how you were broke due to your sex addiction and had to scam a new belt.
He nods and you work it out. Your quivering anus will be pounded by Bubba's man-meat.
You securely fasten the belt on and head out behind the gym with Bubba.
You bend over behind the dumpster and Bubba grabs the belt for better humping leverage.
You fuel your sex addiction and get to keep the belt = win/win
