A few minutes later the song changed and the DJ introduced Dallas. Our waitress strutted on stage in a leather skirt and matching bra, fully looking the part of a dominatrix. I could no longer contain my growing erection as she started her dance.
At once nearly every guy around the stage was on his feet with a dollar bill ready. She took the first with her boobs, still clad in the leather bra, and started working her way around the stage. She kept glancing towards me as of challenging me to get to my feet too.
If you had asked me before the device and before I had testosterone coursing through my body, I would have said this was absolutely disgusting. Now, however, I felt like I fully understand what it was like to be a man. By the time she got to me, Dallas was down to just a leather thing and I was on my feet.
She spun so she was facing away from me, then bent over and looked back at me through her legs. Dallas smiled as my eyes drifted up to her ass. Slowly she slid her thing down her legs, giving me the perfect view of her asshole and hairy pussy.
She stood, turned and came to a stop just in front of me, my face level with her magnificent bush. Playfully she tickled under my chin with two fingers, then plucked the dollar bill from my lips with her hand.
For a moment I felt disappointed, then she stepped forward and buried my face in her bush. The scent of her pussy overwhelmed me as she ground it into my nose and mouth. Knowing it wasn't allowed, I gave her clit a few quick flicks with my tongue.
Then she moved on, and I sat back down, feeling completely out of breath. I knew the was, without a doubt, wrong and that Johnna would not understand. I knew I should probably leave, but I just couldn't.
"Hey, you grew some balls this trip, huh?" Mike asked. "Last time you never tipped any of the girls. Glad you are willing to enjoy yourself this time."
I felt my stomach sinking. John had come here, which had angered me, but he never got into it? He hasn't enjoyed himself? I really was a horrible person and a horrible spouse.
While I was contemplating leaving, the song changed and a new dancer appeared on stage. But before I could get to my feet, Dallas was at my side wearing just her leather thong.
"Why don't we take this to a private room?" she whispered into my ear, and Mike suddenly held out the bills to pay for a private dance.
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