Stay

I'm sure Penny's just fine. And I mean what girl could take her eyes off Tarzan? Clara and Patrica join in on handing Tarzan money, who continues to unleash bold dance moves. Admittedly, he looks kinda silly, especially with that goofy smile on his face, but that confidence also makes him that much sexier. I mean I'd rather a goofball rather than some uptight asshole who takes himself too seriously.

With a shrug, I decide to throw some money on the stage to our entertainer. Sandy does the same, so he rewards us, throwing off his loincloth to reveal the tiger-striped thong he's wearing. We all cheer as he beats his chest. As he continues to dance, I decide to add to my excitement by turning my little friend on. God, I can just imagine him grabbing me with those strong arms and throwing me around. I'd be powerless under him, but I'd let him do that if that's what he wanted.

Meghan then interrupts my fantasy. "You think that bulge is real?"

"I'd like to find out." I bite my lip, staring at that huge bulge in his g-string.

"You and me both."

Part of me wonders if I could find out what Tarzan is packing. I don't think they do private dances here, but if I ask the right person and offer the right amount of money, I might get to be Tarzan's Jane for the night. Then again, that might mean leaving the party, and all the fun that entails.