The girls get wild

The two women made their way up the runway. Hand in hand. Heeled footsteps moving in tandem.

What were the odds of this? I thought to myself, the warmth of all my consumed **** feeling more present now.

What were the odds? That these two strippers would have names so similar to my co-workers?

Reaching the front of the stage, with the pole in the center, the girls split up. Each taking a direction around the circular platform, blowing kisses and waving at all the guys along its edge.

Especially after all the talk of them before we left. My stray thought continued. They almost even looked like them but... no, that was just my tipsy mind playing tricks on me.

The girls met back up in the middle of the stage. Right in front of me. Maddie- I mean 'Maddison' beckoned me closer with two fingers. Both of the two girls bending down to me and giving me a perfect view down their shirts.

Modesty got the better of me and I turned away, my face blushing red. My eyes instinctively snapped back to that dark booth with the strangely familiar woman. The two large black men she was with hand their hands over her now. Casually resting them over her chest and between her legs while their eyes were focused on the show.

The masked woman was leaning back, enjoying the attention she was getting. She looked at the stage just as the guys did, but something inside me made it feel like it was me she was watching. Not the two girls on stage.

"Fuck come on bro stand up." Chase chastised me, lifting me up out of my chair and face to face with the girls.

Giggling like the school girl she was dressed as, Maddison kissed me on my left cheek and was followed by Carolyn on the right. I could feel their lipstick marking my face as the contact sent shivers running down my spine.

"Turn around! Turn around!" Chase demanded.

I turned and was immediately blinded by the flash of his camera. Capturing my dazed image, standing next to these two strippers. The girls and the guys at the table laughed as I sunk back down into my seat. Hoping like hell that those pictures wouldn't see the light of day.

"Hahaha I see those two left a big impression on you boy!" Franz boomed, waving his drink around and gesturing towards the tent in my pants.

"Not big enough to sate their appetite." Freckles said, looking right at me.

"Haha, uhh yeah." I let the barb blow right off me and sipped at my drink. Maybe I was supposed to throw something back at him, but right now all my attention was on the stage.

One hand holding onto the pole while the other reached out to the crowd, the girls circled around and let all the guys take them in. Then, at the center of the stage, Maddison stopped. Letting Carolyn catch up to her and 'bump' into her. Clearly a part of the routine, Maddison pushed her chest forward with the bump. Letting the **** of it break open the struggling button up shirt and revealing the perfect Lacy white bra underneath.

The crowd cheered as Carolyn pulled the top off of the girl and threw it into the crowd. Maddison twirled around the stage, letting her huge perky breasts jiggle and causing her skirt to fly up. Giving everyone a tease of her matching white panties underneath.

She did a lap of the stage until she came up behind Carolyn. Grabbing onto her from behind and pulling her into an embrace. Her hands ran up Carolyn tight chest as they stared into each other's eyes. The guys cheering increased louder and louder as her hands glided over Carolyn's blouse and reset on her tits.

Then there was silence. Madison's hands planted firmly on Carolyn's chest, the two girls slowly moved their lips closer to one another. Just a tantalising moment away from making out with each other. But before they made contact Maddison ripped Carolyn's shirt off of her, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

Unlike Maddison, the older Lioness wasn't wearing a bra. Her bare chest bouncing free from the restricting confines of her shirt.

Carolyn gave a fake gasp, pushing her arms together in a fake attempt to preserve modesty, that only emphasised her large but fake chest. Maddison meanwhile gave an impish giggle that I could barely hear over the roaring crowd. Taking Carolyn's shirt between her legs, pulling it back and forth over her panties before throwing it into the crowd.

"You look great here man!" Chase said, putting his phone screen in my peripheral vision.

It physically hurt to turn my attention away from the stage, but I needed to know what that picture looked like. Staring at the glow of the phone, it was worse and better than I'd thought.

There I was with a dumb smirk on my face. Red lipstick marks on either cheek. Head between two different but equally perfect sets of boobs. Not a photo that most wives would want to see of their husbands. But then again, Olivia wasn't like most wives I assumed.

Chase pulled the phone away and I continued looking at the stage. The girls were down to their thongs now, a matching black and white pair. They were fighting over one of their skirts, pulling it back and forth between them in a way that grinded their chests together. Carolyn's harder chest and large nipples pressing into the soft full breasts of Maddison.

It was hot. Really hot. but there was something I had to do first.

I wouldn't be able to fully enjoy this without knowing Olivia was definitely aware of it. I grabbed my phone out to send her a text, hoping that she wouldn't be as busy as she thought she would.

But the moment I pulled it out of my pants Chase snapped it out of my hands.

"What are you doing? You can't just pull your phone out while there are girls on stage!"

"But you just-"

"Quit worrying dude." Chase shook his head and passed me another drink. "Just enjoy the show."

A little dejected I wasn't able to address the source of my worries, my eyes scanned the room.

Again unable to simply pass over the woman in that mysterious dark booth.

She was sitting on one of the guys lap now. Grinding into him while making out with the other guy who had been sitting next to her. The third guy on their table held something in his hands, probably his phone, set to record every moment of this action.

As amazing and hot as the girls on stage were, this was something else. A secret, taboo thing to be watching, which made it all the more enticing. Every other guy in the club had their eyes on the stage, so it almost felt like this was my own private show unfolding.

The guy she was grinding onto had his hand on the table, but that wasn't good enough for her. She took his hand and placed it over her boob, encouraging him to grope her. As he dug his hands into her supple flesh, she broke off of her kiss and moaned out. While steadying her breathing, she scanned the crowd. Maybe checking to see that nobody was watching them?

No. That wasn't it. It had felt like I was making it up earlier, but now I was sure. It was me. She was looking at me to make sure I was watching. Seeing that I was watching, a smile rose on her face that I could see even from this distance.

She started grinding on the man again with a renewed vigour. Bumping into the table and spilling over drinks as she aggressively rubbed her bare ass over his dick. The guys around her were loving her new energy, getting their hands on her as much as they could.

Then she stopped. The guy she was got visibly frustrated, his brows furrowing as he angrily said something to her. She didn't look at him though, she stayed staring at me. Blowing me a kiss with two fingers and then flipping herself around.

It was dark and the flashing lights from the stage were a distraction, but I could see her reach for the man's crotch and pull something down. His anger dissipated into anticipation, excitement from his friend turning to awe or shock.

The details weren't all there but the picture was still forming. Lips locked with the man, she started grinding again. Except this time it was likely more. This time he was fucking her.

The third man who had been filming stood up and raised his arms. Whether to break things up or join in, I wasn't sure. His face wasn't visible and I couldn't watch the scene anymore. I snapped my eyes back to the stage, feeling dizzy from just the head movement. That had felt like to much, like a boundary crossed. Watching professionals dance on stage was one thing, but watching as some random woman got fucked? As she blew me a kiss? I wasn't sure how Olivia would react to that.

Back on the stage was a show that was almost just as sexy. The two girls had their legs wrapped around the pole, arched backwards while they played with each other's tits. They were both fully naked now, their big juicy asses out for the crowd but their more intimate areas hidden between the stripper pole.

The girls were a beautiful contrast of natural youthful beauty and mature confident sexyness. With Maddison's now exposed chest providing the largest comparison. Her younger natural boobs being softer and more squeezable, but Carolyn with her experience knew just how to flaunt her artificially perfect chest.

Carolyn's hands sunk into Maddison's chest, the ample voluptuous bosom wrapping around her. Maddison got her fun teasing Carolyn's large, rock hard nipples. Circling them, caressing them, flicking them and twisting them as the crowd of horny men chanted to see more.

The girls stopped touching each other and grabbed onto the pole. Twirling around it in unison as they slowly brought themselves closer and closer together.

"KISS KISS KISS KISS" The crowd demanded. Guys throwing crowds of bills onto the stage.

As they pulled themselves closer together they wrapped their hands around their naked bodies. Carolyn held onto Maddison's back while Maddison gripped tightly onto her ass. They tilted their heads, opened their mouths wide and started devouring each other. Not a seductive passionate embrace, but a hot wet and sloppy one. With their tongues rolling over their faces and lips, drool splattering all over their bodies.

It surely wasn't pleasurable, but it served its purposes of being really fucking hot. The room was deafening now, as everybody screamed and stomped their feet on the ground. The room shook as more and more bills filled the stage, some of them from the stack the guys had provided.

It was such a hot sight, but as I finished the third drink that the guys had passed me, a drunken thought wandered into my mind. The sober part of me told me to just enjoy the amazing performance in front of me, but that part was so much quieter now.

Giving in to the impulse, I turned to look for that mysterious woman, that blonde bombshell. But she was gone. The whole booth and everyone in it missing.

"Hey" Chase shook me and lifted me to my feet. The room slanted and turned as I rose. No, not the room. Just my mind. Fuck I might have had to much to drink…

"Whaa" I slurred. Glancing at the two perfect asses walking away together back down the stage.

"The nights only just begun champ." He dragged me off back down towards the fence hallways we'd come in from.

"It's time for you to get your surprise!"