Ass

“...uh, ass man…” You stutter.

The waitress smiles, looking you up and down. “Of course you are, just like your father.” She shoots a glance over to your dad, who looks at you and shrugs. “I’ll send Nirvana over, she’ll take good care of you.”

You look at your dad, unsure of what to do next. “When she gets here, give her $20. If you like what you see, spend as much as you want. Otherwise, you can always ask for another girl or go down to the stage.” Your father points as Mystery walks the stage. Her long dark hair pulled tight into a ponytail. Her impossibly high heels make her legs look a mile long. She’s wearing a white stockings, a plaid mini skirt and a white button up blouse. You almost scoff at how predictable the school girl look is for a stripper, but you can’t deny it’s working. You slowly become enthralled as Mystery snakes a leg around the stripper pole and spins, leaning back to give everyone watching a glimpse down her low buttoned top.

Just then, pale skin behind black lace crosses your view. You lean back as take in who you assume must be Nirvana standing infront of you. You follow your eyes up the ripped black fishnets up to the tattered hem of her cutoff jean shorts. Her bare stomach is decorated with a belly button ring, and the tattooed grips of pistols disappear into the waist of the shorts. A cutoff Nirvana band shirt loosely hangs over her round tits, clearly free from the confines of a bra. Her blonde hair is cut shoulder length and her crystal eyes outlined in black eyeliner almost remind you of your sister, Nicole. The black spiral choker around her neck played right into the whole look as well.

“Well… Mr Gregory… What lovely little snack have you brought me? He’s got all your good looks, plus a bit more I’d say…” Nirvana almost purrs as she talks. “I heard you appreciate women of my… stature…” And with that, Nirvana spins around and slowly bends over. You watch, transfixed, as the frayed edge of her cutoff jeans reveal more and more of her amazing round ass. She looks at you expectantly, biting on the tip of her finger. With the other hand, she reaches around and grabs her ass cheek and squeezes her bright pink nails like candies against her smooth pale skin. She pulls on the edge of her shorts and lifts them up higher. “Do you have a gift for me?” Again, her silky voice reaches into your body and stirs your cock. You pull one of the $20s out of your pocket and slide it between Nirvana’s ass cheeks and the fabric of the shorts.

“Mmm, thank you, sir.” And with that she bends over entirely, and you can see the jean fabric strain against the folds of her cunt and stretch around her thick ass. She puts her hands down on the floor and slowly walks them forward, swaying her ass from side to side until she is on her elbows, ass in the air. She shakes and twerks like that at your feet while you watch.

At that moment, your dad stands up and says, “I’ll be back, I have some… business to attend to… I’ll find you in an hour. Can’t be gone too long or your mother will be suspicious.” And with that, your dad disappears around the booth and is gone.

Nirvana rolls over and crawl up in front of you placing one of her hands on the seat directly between your legs. You’re legs spread wide already to relieve some of the pressure of your cock growing in your slacks. Nirvana snakes up your body and whispers in your ear, “freshly 19 and still not cut. You know that is a delicacy for some women.” She leans back and stands in front of you, hitching her thumbs in the waist of her skirt beside the pistol tattoos. “Well sweet thing, do you want to come have a dance with me? I promise you won’t forget your first time.” Nirvana hips sway from side to side as she waits for your response.