I have a confession to make. I have never - and I mean absolutely never - covered my entire body from head to toe with chocolate syrup and then let my husband eat me alive. The girls in this story don't do that either - not quite. Instead, they gather in a bar a wrestle in a tub of Hershey's Syrup, while the crowd ogles and encourages them.
Maya is among the spectators, ogling and exhorting. She also notices the man next to her has become somewhat aroused.
A short note is in order here. Maya is not a model schoolgirl. She's 28, unmarried, and pregnant. She doesn't know who the father is, because she has slept with exactly 266 men - although it's been more than nine months ago for some of them. It's this sort of woman who keeps my taxes high by demanding welfare benefits for the sweat young bastard she will bring into the world. At least in Australia she could watch the sheep. Now back to the story.
The aroused man spills his beer on Maya. This is something akin to tossing the gauntlet, and so Maya has to wrestle him in the Hershey's pit. You can read the story for yourself. But keep in mind that it's not a good idea to go bar hopping every night when you're pregnant.
It was an enjoyable story, but the pregnancy element seemed to be more of a distraction than a contribution to the plot. I think the author should have skipped the pregnancy and added some more arousing details.