the buxom brunette working her sequined thong against the brass pole of 'Tomatoes' as if it actually had a dick. She thrust and then slid down before gluing her mound to the length of brass as she moved back up. Her legs went on for days and her hair, at ass level, only added to his viewing pleasure.
The stripper must have caught him looking because by the time his gaze met her face, she brought a finger up to her lips and performed a kittenish, wide-eyed blink at him.
Oh, hell to the no.
That innocent shit was for the totally wasted or the sickos who got off thinking the half naked woman doing the ol' bump and grind was the young girl of their high school dreams.
It absolutely was fucking not for him.
"Think I'm gonna call it a night," Trey said, leaning towards Dare whose eyes were glued to the little blonde hanging upside down by her ankles on the pole to the right. "Christ, how does she fucking do that?"
"I know, right? And watch, her boobs never move, Trey. No matter what position she gets into, those goddamn jugs never fucking budge."
Trey stared for a moment and had to agree. He'd never seen a rack that didn't jiggle or bounce in some fashion, but the girl's breasts were like concrete, completely and totally unmoving. It was like they defied the laws of nature or some shit. Even of the surgical kind.
"Catch you, tomorrow," Trey advised, throwing down a Ben which he knew meant he'd left a ridiculous tip but he didn't have anything smaller in his wallet and he wasn't willing to wait for change. Dare nodded his way but the man's eyes were glued to the wonder of the ever-still tits.
Trey recognized he had a restlessness growing within him. A jitter that had started on Friday night as he'd sat in the living room of the Sheridan's, watching 'Shawshank Redemption' on Drake's 27 inch flat screen TV that had been moved into the front room. And viewed through the game console that had also been hidden in the little pisser's room. He'd been glad to see that the family was making use of what the kid had hoarded but it was the sitting next to Dallas which had caused the edginess to surface.
Her parents had taken the couch which left him nothing but the loveseat to sit on. And as soon as she'd done the kitchen tidy, his little plumber had joined him on the small seat in the dimly lit room. She'd brought both her dad and Trey a beer when she'd finally joined them which he'd found endearing since she hadn't even asked beforehand.
He'd watched as she'd tucked her small self into a corner of the small unit, sitting more on her legs than that perfect ass. And, outside of a few head flicks to settle her wealth of layered, ebony hair, her eyes had remained on the screen, seemingly engrossed in the story.
Trey hadn't been able to take his eyes off her.
Oh yeah, he'd looked for holes in the perfection she presented because he was good at finding the chinks in other people's armor. But he'd, honest to god, found none. Not in her glowing skin, her healthy shining hair or her curvy form. She wasn't actually tiny but only seemed so when he stood next to her. She was…all of a piece.
Although the bright blue glitter polish on her toes had been a shock. For some reason, Trey figured that a woman who didn't use makeup wouldn't do the other kind of girlie things like nail polish. But her toes, those ten perfectly shaped appendages had sported ten tiny scoops of bright blue glitter.
And the sight had caused a deep throb in the hard-on he'd been sporting since she'd met him in the kitchen.
It had been heaven to sit next to her, just hearing her breathe as she'd watched the movie he'd brought for them to enjoy. And it had been hell because he didn't know how to deal with what he'd been feeling. Christ! He was in his mid-thirties and had been around the block more times than he'd admit to but what she had was something he wanted.
And wanted in a bad way.
He'd thought it would be an easy goodbye. A small hug to her mom and a handshake
The stripper must have caught him looking because by the time his gaze met her face, she brought a finger up to her lips and performed a kittenish, wide-eyed blink at him.
Oh, hell to the no.
That innocent shit was for the totally wasted or the sickos who got off thinking the half naked woman doing the ol' bump and grind was the young girl of their high school dreams.
It absolutely was fucking not for him.
"Think I'm gonna call it a night," Trey said, leaning towards Dare whose eyes were glued to the little blonde hanging upside down by her ankles on the pole to the right. "Christ, how does she fucking do that?"
"I know, right? And watch, her boobs never move, Trey. No matter what position she gets into, those goddamn jugs never fucking budge."
Trey stared for a moment and had to agree. He'd never seen a rack that didn't jiggle or bounce in some fashion, but the girl's breasts were like concrete, completely and totally unmoving. It was like they defied the laws of nature or some shit. Even of the surgical kind.
"Catch you, tomorrow," Trey advised, throwing down a Ben which he knew meant he'd left a ridiculous tip but he didn't have anything smaller in his wallet and he wasn't willing to wait for change. Dare nodded his way but the man's eyes were glued to the wonder of the ever-still tits.
Trey recognized he had a restlessness growing within him. A jitter that had started on Friday night as he'd sat in the living room of the Sheridan's, watching 'Shawshank Redemption' on Drake's 27 inch flat screen TV that had been moved into the front room. And viewed through the game console that had also been hidden in the little pisser's room. He'd been glad to see that the family was making use of what the kid had hoarded but it was the sitting next to Dallas which had caused the edginess to surface.
Her parents had taken the couch which left him nothing but the loveseat to sit on. And as soon as she'd done the kitchen tidy, his little plumber had joined him on the small seat in the dimly lit room. She'd brought both her dad and Trey a beer when she'd finally joined them which he'd found endearing since she hadn't even asked beforehand.
He'd watched as she'd tucked her small self into a corner of the small unit, sitting more on her legs than that perfect ass. And, outside of a few head flicks to settle her wealth of layered, ebony hair, her eyes had remained on the screen, seemingly engrossed in the story.
Trey hadn't been able to take his eyes off her.
Oh yeah, he'd looked for holes in the perfection she presented because he was good at finding the chinks in other people's armor. But he'd, honest to god, found none. Not in her glowing skin, her healthy shining hair or her curvy form. She wasn't actually tiny but only seemed so when he stood next to her. She was…all of a piece.
Although the bright blue glitter polish on her toes had been a shock. For some reason, Trey figured that a woman who didn't use makeup wouldn't do the other kind of girlie things like nail polish. But her toes, those ten perfectly shaped appendages had sported ten tiny scoops of bright blue glitter.
And the sight had caused a deep throb in the hard-on he'd been sporting since she'd met him in the kitchen.
It had been heaven to sit next to her, just hearing her breathe as she'd watched the movie he'd brought for them to enjoy. And it had been hell because he didn't know how to deal with what he'd been feeling. Christ! He was in his mid-thirties and had been around the block more times than he'd admit to but what she had was something he wanted.
And wanted in a bad way.
He'd thought it would be an easy goodbye. A small hug to her mom and a handshake
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