Go to See the Working Girl

A few days later…

I’m standing outside the parking lot of “See the Working Girl”. My arm is wrap around {secnickpriv}’s {secwaist} inch waist. Despite the countless times of cumming in {secnickpriv}’s pussy, I’m still distracted by and stiffen at seeing {secnickpriv} well shape {sectitmeasure}{seccup}-{secwaist}-{sechip} figure, especially when she’s wearing a casual little flowery sundress. I’m not the only one. The bouncer’s eyes are locked onto {secnickpriv}’s {seccup}-cup tits.

Bouncer: “Can I see your tits?”

Wow. He’s very distracted. {secnickpriv}, me and the door hostess just looks at the 6’ 5” black 300 lb bouncer in silence.

Hostess: “Haha! Markus means your IDs.”

{secnickpriv} hands our IDs over to Markus. His eyes still locked onto {secnickpriv}’s tits. My hands move from {secnickpriv}’s waist to the top of {secnickpriv}’s cleavage. I pull down her top. Her beautiful {sectitmeasure}{seccup} spill out for Markus to see.

Me: “Yes you can!...And now that will be $100.”

The still dumbstruck Markus’s jaw is open. Shit is that drool? I squeeze {secnickpriv}'s left tit.

Me: "These are nice aren't they?"

The black guy nods.

Me: "I bet you want to play with them, huh?"

I squeeze both of {secnickpriv}'s tits.

Me: " {secnickpriv} looks very dangerous."

I lift her sundress top up to cover her tits. You could almost see tears in the giant black guys eyes.

Me: " {secnickpriv} should be frisk. Don't you think?"

The black guy nods and wipe drool from his mouth. {secnickpriv} obediently follows my unspoken perverted order and walk towards the giant black man.

SMACK

I slap that ass.

Me: "Go get him!"

{secnickpriv} walk pass Marcus and stop infront of the wall. {secnickpriv} place her hands against the wall. Marcus bounces on {secnickpriv}'s gorgeous body. His giant black hand reach for her {sectitmeasure}{seccup} tits. {secnickpriv} bends at her waist causing her ass to thrust against Marcus cock.

Marcus: "ARGHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

He rest his head against the wall. The black giant collapses.

{secnickpriv} turns and half-pouts.

{secnickpriv}: "All done?"

{secnickpriv} pats the giant's wet crotch area.

{secnickpriv}: "Let's clean your mess."

Hostess: “How about we let you in free?”

Me: “Ha deal. But its free anyways right, since it is couple’s night?”

Hostess: “True...Couples come in for free but your girlfriend is still cleaning the mess. You aren’t a couple unless you both go in. With your girlfriend stuck here, you’ll have to pay to come in.”

The hostess is an “older” girl, when I say older she looks like she is in her mid 30s. Still a beauty but mid 30s is “old” for a stripper. I could see her being the top girl even a few years earlier.

Me: “How about I make you my girlfriend and we go in together?”

Hostess: “Honey, for me to be your girlfriend you’ll have to pay off my shift. $500 for every 30 minutes.”

Me: “HA! You’re a smartass little hostess. Ok. Then you’re my girlfriend for the rest of your shift.”

Hostess: “Well mister that will be $5000. I just started my shift and will be here till closing.”

I pull out my roll of cash and count out $10,000.

Me: “Five for you. And another five for a your dress and a tour.”

The smartass hostess is speechless. But quickly regains her composures and drops out of her black cocktail dress. Her 34DD tits tries to spill out of her lacy black bra. Her matching black garter belt and thong seems to form around her prefect ass and legs. The hostess walks out from behind the counter and grabs the 10 grand and my arm. Her soft tits press against my arm.

Hostess: “Markus, when you’re done "cleaning". Put Rachel as the hostess. Right this way, Mr. Boyfriend!”