Chapter 28
by 
bob10
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The worst possible place to be for him
Dion’s aimless wandering continued for a few hours although the confused man didn’t notice. He had managed to keep his cock in his pants, slowly learning hot to calm its mad throbbing, giving him hope that he could somehow control it.
Looking around him, he didn’t recognize the buildings around him. This was the seedy part of the town, with old buildings in various states of disrepair. He didn’t have time to wonder about how or why he ended up here. Seeing a police car and fearing they were searching him after the incident in the store, he quickly entered into the nearest building, hoping to hide inside for a while.
« Oh god no ! » was all he could say as he realised he ended up into some sort of strip bar. He didn’t know if it was bad luck or Candice’s curse but it was literally the worst place for him to be right now. This club had a reputation as a filthy dive, which wasn’t a surprise in this neighbourhood. The club was far from crowded and fortunately dark enough so most peoples didn’t notice him too much. He ended up sitting in a secluded booth with a drink, far from the stage, waiting to leave as soon as it’s safe.
Dion did is best to not watch the various dances. The strippers were clearly not the best, either lacking curves in the right place, or lacking the dancing skills of true professionals. Dion was so focused on resisting masturbating under the table that it made him lightheaded, the booze he had didn’t help. So caught up was he with his aching genitals, he didn't even notice the stripper walking toward him.
