This one seems easy after the last.

You ride with Eric. He talks on and on but you aren’t really listening. Should I be a girl? The thought creeps in. It is so odd being the center of attention. They all look at you hungry. The piercings are much less painful than you expected. Challenge 8 completed, they tell you to have fun in the club, that number 9 will be in two hours. People buy you drinks. A couple of strippers try to get you on stage. A lot of people come and go, the place slowly becomes more crowded. They have three stages going after about an hour. The dancers don’t go bottomless on stage, but most happily let everyone know that they do in private dances.

By the start of hour two you seem to have drawn the attention of one of the dancers. Between stints on stage she sits at the table with you, Eric, and a small group of men that pop by now and again. You are pretty sure at least 5 or 6 men really want to fuck you. The dancer’s stage name is Ginger. She is a very fit, very sexy Latino woman with long fire engine red hair, a long sparkling red dress, and 7” heel platform sandals.

With about a half hour to go, she leans in real close to tell you a secret, “Hey, Lexi. I saw what you’ve got in your panties. Come to the dressing room and I will show you mine.” She catches you looking at the clock. “We all know you have another half hour. Plenty of time. Come on.” She pulls you to your feet. In her heels, she is nearly a foot taller than you. You look up, then at her amazingly perfect breasts, then at a bulge you didn’t notice before. She smiles, “Come on, I know you want to see it.”