Sage counsel

Gunnar applauded as Ginger left -- and then, with the arrival of Sage, he found himself strangely immobilized. He reflexively puckered to subtly keep his jaw from dropping.

Sage was lovely. She was a bundle of athletic energy. Perhaps most of all, Sage possessed a simply immense bosom, one that locked Gunnar in a hypnotic spell.

So Gunnar's brain was not working very well when he vaguely heard the sultry greeting "Hello, Mr. Hart!" It took him a while, but he finally lifted his gazed from the tightly squashed canyon of cleavage before him to the lovely face directly above it. She smiled cynically at him, and she crooked her finger. Did she want him to step forward somehow? The she added a subtle pointing-up motion. He understood and, feeling quite uninclined to disobey her, stood up.

She crouched forward. "I'm really curious to find out how much you've grown since you got out of the hospital!' she whispered. Then she reached down and shoved her hand down underneath his belt buckle.

Gunnar had seen this before. Sometimes a performer would stick her head way down and bob it up and down furiously to suggest wild fellatio to everyone else in the bar, and he had seen this as well, a performer shoving her hand down inside a patron's pants and then having a corny surprised reaction, maybe with an "Oh my God!" thrown in.

He was so tit-notized that he felt unconcerned about the potential hazard of this. Sage's hand bumped against the thick base of his flaccid shaft, then kept right on going, and she near-instantly understood that she was pressing herself right up against a true phallic monster. She couldn't have been happier if she had just met her favorite porn stud -- though strangely enough for a happy woman, she seemed more scared and shocked than cheery.

"OH my GOD!" she exclaimed right into his face. "Oh my God oh my God oh my GOD!" It was clear to him that she was feverishly afire with lust, and seemed ready to do something with him right then and there.

She looked around, as if snapped out of a trance, suddenly remembering she was in a public area with an obligation to fulfill, and she broke away from him, though she constantly glanced back -- and then, in the natural course of her dance, she found herself right back in front of him once more.