High Falutin'

Douglas felt out of place, stepping into Gold Digger's Men's Club. It was too ostentatious, too high brow, even for a strip club. He preferred the seedier surroundings of Sugar's. He pulled up a table in the corner and tried to look innocuous as the blondes and redheads and brunettes with fake tits walked by.

"Out of your comfort zone, hm?" Jenny asked. She was wearing a corset and a black thong. Her ass and tits looked perfect, and her belly button piercing gleamed even in the dimness of their setting.

"We're both from the trailer park," Douglas rejoined.

"Touche, brother from another mother," Jenny said, smirking. She sat down. "So what's my big sis up to?"

"I'm not sure to be honest. She's either stuffing her face or gone lately. Leaves me to take care of little Douglas Junior."

"Well, that's a shame," Jenny said, poking out a big pink lower lip. "Hate to see my nephew so neglected. Maybe we should go scout her out, hm?"