None you’re listening to

As you and Lucy readjust your tops back over your breasts, all around are calls for you to continue your performances, but with a smile, you decline all the offers.

“Come on guys, I think we have been very generous to you already” you laugh as you pull your thong back into place and smooth your skirt back down, making sure you don’t forget the money in the waistband of it.

Realising the show is over, there requests turn into thanks, as seats are retaken and drinks refilled. You look around for somewhere to sit and pick out one of the many spaces that these men are making for you, all hoping to be honoured by either of you girls sliding your bodies against them.

As you drop yourself down, your legs aching slightly from the dancing, a new glass is offered to you that you accept with a smile.

“That was fucking hot babe” the man who has handed you the drink tells you as you lean back into the sofa next to him. You turn towards him, trying to decide if you should feel embarrassed or delighted at the turn of events.

“Well, hope you don’t think I usually flaunt my body at anyone who asks” you tell him, “and I have no plans to do it again, for a while at least.” As you chat, you take in the man before you, his soft face topped with dark hair, a body that seems in good shape beneath his smart clothes and a bulge in the trousers that he is making no effort to conceal, but then again, you are sure he isn’t the only one still sporting such a thing around you.

The rest of the evening passes by quickly as you chat away and find your glass always full. From the few times you talk to her, Lucy is having the same fun as you, but all too soon, it is time to think about going home.