It had seemed like a great idea at the time.It had seemed like a great idea at the time. Why hit the bars, blowing money in each one until he found a girl who was in the mood, when there was one place sure to be stocked with horny women? If he had known what he would experience... He got to the male strippers club shortly before closing time, set his two-door in the lot not far from the front door, and got out to lean against the car and wait. He wore his best silk shirt and a pair of skin-tight leather slacks. A faintly menacing smile played across his lips as he waited. Sure enough, the doors opened and a stream of women came out, talking, laughing, giggling, in twos and threes and larger groups. Some passed by him without a glance, others stopped briefly admiring his car, or tossed a lewd comment as they went by. "New in town, sailor?" "Is that sausage for display or for sale?" That last comment hit home -- most of the women coming out of the club were well-built, and the tightness of his crotch was starting to hurt. Just as he was about to give up the idea, three women stopped to talk. "Hey, guy," said a strawberry blonde in a blousy sweater, "waiting for somebody to get off work, or would you be interested in a private show?" This was what he had been waiting for! "Well, I might be interested... where would the show be?" The blonde went back to her friends, a tall redhead and a petite one. The tall one was wearing a mannish suit, while the smaller one was in a peasant blouse and skirt. He hoped they would decide quickly - he had definite plans for all of them. Soon enough the blonde returned. "It's too complicated to give you directions, so we decided I should ride in the car with you and follow my friends. I'm Ginny. Shall we go?" He grinned, executed a formal bow, and opened the car door for her, then got in and started following her friends. "Have you been at the club long?" she asked. "Not very," he replied, thinking "this is great - they really think I'm an off-duty dancer!" He turned toward her to continue the conversation, and saw her squeezing her breasts through her sweater. "Don't lose control, friend, I'm just keeping the fires burning here. I hope you can ... follow the warmup act!" The thought reminded him of his cock, swollen and constricted in his pants. He winked at her, suppressed a groan, and continued to follow the other car. |