At the strip club, we’ve been working on a musical number; it was the boss’s “great idea” this month. But, it has been kinda fun, and I got a new costume! We got to prance around on stage, singing and commanding the audience’s attention. At the end of the show, one of the boss’s old chums propositioned us to perform again…but this time, he wanted us to be high and even raunchier. Everyone was ecstatic; and, I offered to take lines for anyone who didn’t want to. The boss’s friend thought I was so hot that he let me take a few more; and, by the time I got up on stage, I was feeling really fucked up and flying. As we sang, everything seemed to speed up a little…and colors seemed more vibrant. We weren’t exactly staying in tune or in sync with each other; but, things were getting crazy. One of the dancers had gotten our cheap, plastic wine glasses and suctioned them against her nipples; then, she kept trying to get one to stick to her cunt. Three of the other girls were making out, kissing and fucking each other’s holes on the stage floor. Another girl was masturbating against her pole. I continued dancing, taking more and more of my clothes off for the boss’s friend; I figured I could score big with him. Finally, he told me that he would give me all the coke (and there was a lot left!) if I would bend over and let him finger my shit-hole. It didn’t sound like a bad idea to me; so, I did as he asked. Then, he started demanding that I call him “brother.” As he grunted, his finger curling inside my asshole, he said, “Yeah, I’m gonna fuck my sister’s shit-hole.” And, with one huge grunt, I felt his cum spray on the back of my thighs and ass. He removed his finger and began licking it. “Thank you, darling,” he said. I took that as my cue to take the coke and leave; I also snagged the cash he had laying on the table, and he didn’t even notice!
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