2 A.M: Spotted in The Mid-West

Maria moans and looks over her shoulder at you, wondering what the interruption is.

You push upwards, making her stand up and then hold her hip for a second to keep her from walking away. She bends over and rolls her hips, dancing more while behind her, you open up your pants.

Smirking to yourself through your drunken haze, you work your cockhead free of your boxer slit.

You pull Maria back down and she continues to roll her hips. It doesn't take her long to notice the difference, but instead of freaking out or complaining, she leans forward, placing her weight on your knees.

"Only because it's your birthday," is the excuse she offers before she slides her pussy up and down your now completely exposed shaft.

"Happy Birthday to you," she sings, bringing her left hand up to your head, bring your face to her neck, smelling her scent.

"Happy birthday to you," she clenches your cock between her ass cheeks and lifts her hips, and with a skilful rotation of her hips, brings your cock to her folds.

"Happy birthday dear, Leo..."

Your crown penetrates her lower lips and she moans soft, sexy in your ear.

"Happy birthday to.. oh..mm" she slides down your cock, feeling you deep inside of her for the first time.

"Shit, why haven't we done this before?"

You ignore her question, knowing it's her fault that you haven't. She used to be such a stuck up little snob and now here she is, riding you in a club.

You take a fistful of her hair and pull back, while your other hand pushes her shoulders forward, making her back arch again. She just continues rolling her hips.

"Mmm.. oh yes. Talk to me baby."

Even though you're finally with her, you're feeling a bit vindictive, you refuse to call her by her real name again.

"That's it, Allison. Take that dick."

"N-not, that's not my name."

"Yes it is," you counter, the hand on her shoulders sliding to her ass. You give it a light swat.

"No. It's Maria. Say Maria."

Her voice is an interesting mix. She is genuinely enjoying your cock, but for some reason is taking exception to you using her stripper name, even though she's at work in the strip club.

You decide not to respond, and instead make her stand up and turn around. You bend her over the seat, her hands on the backrest.

You spot a security guard walking in your direction and attempt to quickly button yourself up, but the liquor is hitting you kinda hard right now and you are a little more clunsy than you realize.

You get it done before he reaches you but you know he saw you. He looks to be hispanic, and is your height, but he's huge in muscle mass.

"Hey man, I know it's your birthday but you gotta keep it in your pants."

You consider your options and then apologize to him.

"My bad, man, I was trying to get into my pockets to get more money for the girl. Erection made it kinda.. hard."

You laugh at your own joke, the vodka in your system making you laugh harder than you meant to.

Behind you, Maria looked to be considering covering herself up, so you reach out and snack her ass. She gets the message and stays.

Reaching into your pocket, you pull out a wad of singles, bundled up.

"Can you hold this for me man?"

These security takes it, and by his expression he's impressed.

Slightly anxious, you look over his shoulder at nothing.

"Oh man, that guy's lucky, he's got a bad lil mama with him."

The guard looks over and sees nothing. Realizing you're trying to pay him off, he nods and head back to his post.

Satisfied, you pull your cock back out and walk over to Maria. You step up behind her, rubbing your cock between her pussy lips and up between her asshecks, then back down again, spreading her juices.

"Mm.. does Maria take it up the ass?"

"N-no. That idea doesn't appeal to me."

You smirk. It's almost too bad, really.

"Well, I guess that it's a good thing that Allison does."

You can only imagine the look on her face at those words.

"No, no, w-wait."

The word wait is dragged out as your mushroomed tip slips in. You use slight rocking motions to warm her up. Despite her protests, her ass relaxes and let's more and more of you in.

Pretty soon you're digging into her dark star, your swollen testicles slapping against her soaked lower lips. You've bottomed out.

"Oh god.. sss... oh, OH! I feel it in my midsection, you're in my stomaaach. My poor little stomach can feel you trying to tear my pretty ass apart."

Her arms are trembling, a desire to push you out or pull you in vs the need to hold herself up. Little hisses of pain and discomfort are intermingled with her moans of pleasure like music to your ears.

You pick up the pace, feeling that familiar feeling start to boil. You consider blasting on her face, but on the offhand chance you can get more out of this, you decide not to embarrass her at work. At least not that much.

You lift her hands and slam them back down on her asscheeks, making a smacking noise as you bury yourself deep into her dark star and and explode like a supernovoa into her guts.

Maria moans and goes limp, her brown her splayed out over the seat cushions as if to hide her shame. You wipe your cock on her asscheeks so you don't stain your boxers while tucking your self away.

Reaching into the pocket you have full of singkes, you pull out $15. From your other pocket, you pull out another 200 in 20's.

Two hundred and fifteen dollars, about how much you would have paid for an hour's worth of lap dances. No tips for the extra service.

You tuck up and head over to the bathroom, a pretty uneventful trip. Coming out, you find Drew having the time of his life, while the DJ announces last calls. It's a quater til and the club will be closing soon.

Maria has made a reappearance and looks a little shaken as she makes her way to the backroom.

You smirk and decide that, yeah you have to leave the club, but you don't have to go home alone.

Are you gonna drop Drew off and take one of these ladies home or will you and Drew host a little after party together? Or DO you go home alone?