Two crazy sluts, One hundred horny men, One happy bar-keeper

The atmosphere in the Raging Unicorn was one of eager anticipation, as customers poured down ales and groped the serving-wenches as they waited for the show to start.
The stage was built up against one of the walls, and behind a curtain stood Alisha and Silk, ready to start the show.
Alisha nodded to the drummer that Krohan had hired, and then she walked out on stage as the drum began to beat.
The audience let out a roar at the sight of Alisha, dressed in a pair of thin panties and a bikini-top that seemed far to small for her, the two triangular patches looked as though they would snap loose at any second. Both pieces of garment were tanned in colour.
Standing in the middle of the stage, Alisha began moving to the steady beat, swaying her hips and groping her ample bosom, bending her knees while gyrating her fine ass, her back to the audience to give them as good a view of her buttocks as possible.
Spinning around, she moved up to the front of the stage, arched her back so that her tits stood out as far as possible, her hands roaming her fit body.
She swayed her entire body, drew her hands through her silky, black hair, and then moved her hands down to her shoulders, over her massive orbs, and then her right hand pulled the string that connected the two tanned triangles that concealed her nipples.
There was hardly word coming from the audience, more so sighs, moans and whistles, several men openly stroking their cocks as Alisha’s tits were made visible.
She grabbed hold of her right tit, and lifted it up to her mouth, kissing her hard nipple, her tongue circling around the chocolate-coloured bud.
Her other hand was tugging at her thong, two fingers having slipped inside it, the audience could see how Alisha caressed her slit with them.
Then, her hand clinched into a fist, with a firm grip around the brim, and pulled outwards, tearing her panties of her body, revealing her proud vaginal mound and her thin patch of black pubic hair, her thong was thrown out among the tables, snatched up by some lucky spectator .
Krohan watched as the crowd went wild at the sight of old Alisha’s cunt, and was glad for two reasons: The first one was that Alisha seemed to be handling the sorrow of Chris’ **** real well, and the second that he had mobilized all his wenches and regular dancers to work the crowd.
A lot of men, and a few women too, were willing to pay the girls to relieve their tensions, though not through anything wilder than a hand-job or a blowjob, yet.
But things were definitely heating up, as Alisha was now down on her knees, stabbing two of her right hand fingers into her cunt again and again, screaming out every time that her lips were parted by her hand.
She bent forwards, and was now grinding her body onto her fingers at a menacing pace.
Then, the music stopped, and Alisha got up and walked of the stage.
The audience were surprised, but then the music started up again, and in danced Silk; dressed in a tight red dress with green and white patterns all over it.
She began unfolding the dress while she rocked her body back and forth, her hands sliding up and down her body.
Soon, the top part of her dress came undone and her tits were revealed, Silk eagerly rubbing them together.
Silk stood still now, as she slid her dress down her legs to reveal a pair of red string-panties.
She danced around the stage for a while, the audience pleading to her to take the panties off, but it stayed on. She rubbed her fingers over her crotch over and over again, pretending to be masturbating.
Finally, she turned her back to the crowd, bent forwards and shot her ass up into the air, and slowly pulled down her panties, cheers and whistles heard as her lips became visible.
Turning around again as her panties were now down on her left ankle, Silk kicked out her left leg, the panties flying through the air.
She bent her left leg and swayed her hips, her hands now playing with her ample bosom.
Behind her, Alisha walked out on stage again, ready for the next part of their performance.