I don’t hate football season, but sometimes I get tired of hearing about it…and it keeps guys away from the strip club. So, instead of trying to avoid football this year, I decided to embrace it as much as possible. I started my own little jar where guys could guess the final scores of every game; and, those who guessed ‘spot on’ were going to be rewarded with a free visit to the V.I.P. room. The trick was that they had to pay to enter; I double-charged them my normal rate for lap dances, but they didn’t seem to mind. My first winner was an older guy, husky and smelled of whiskey and cigars. He kinda reminded me of my grandfather…when I was little. He got the normal slaps on the back and then followed me to the V.I.P. area. First, he wanted me to jump around in my cheer-leading uniform, yelling for his old football team. Apparently, he had been a football stud (according to him). Then, he fell further into the couch and slapped his knees; by the bulge between his legs, I knew where he wanted my attention. I crawled on top of him and he started calling me “Mary Anne,” his school sweetheart. I didn’t really care; I just played along.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Mary Anne,” he said, “but I really want to make love to you.” I begged him to enter me, trying to sound like someone out of a 1960s film. He gently slid his cock inside of me and told me how warm and tight I was; he was actually pretty sweet, I thought, even though calling me someone else’s name was a little creepy. “Now, you know what I want to do, Mary Anne,” he said. I was confused. “I want to play in the backfield. You know that’s my favorite.” I understood and got on my knees while he spread my ass cheeks apart and spit in my asshole. He spanked my buttocks and I jumped; he reassured me that I always liked it. Pushing inside my tight ass, he shoved every inch of his manhood inside of my thin anal walls. He was thick and stiff; and, as he pumped inisde of me, he continued to tell me that he had won every football game for me. Only for me. I tried not to bust out in laughter. And, after he came inside of my ass, I turned around to suck his cock. He kissed me on the forehead and told me that his Mary Anne would never do that. As he left the room, I could hear his voice shouting, “Touch down!” Whether the football team had scored or not, I have no clue; but, at least I had one happy customer and a wad of cash!
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