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The music was much too loud (again) when it started. Chandel noticed
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that even some of the patrons in the front row flinched when the D.J.
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cued up the first song. Oh well, same shit, different day. She mounted
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the steps to the stage, and began her act. To Chandel, stripping was
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both work and enjoyment (as long as she had an appreciative audience,
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otherwise it was merely work). She had already guessed that this
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audience was going to be the normal subdued after-lunch crowd, and had
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resigned herself to merely working through her four songs.
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Her outer costume consisted of a pair of red spike heels, and a very
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fetching red dress that was slit above the hip on both sides to show off
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her long legs. Many men had made comments about those gams, anywhere
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from the usually lewd variety to the politely complimentary. She much
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preferred the latter style of comment. Underneath the dress was a black
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semi-see through bra, and a black thong bikini-bottom that rode up the
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crack of her ass nicely, and hugged the lips of her pussy. When she bent
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over wearing that, most of the men in the front row had trouble watching
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and drinking at the same time. The last bit of her costume was actually
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part of her -- she had visited a special salon that day that specialized
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in erotic cuts for pubic hair. They had trimmed her bush down so it
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looked like a hand, with the fingers reaching for the lips of her pussy.
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It was an expensive cut, but she was very pleased with the results. She
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hoped the patrons here would appreciate the special surprise too.
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She danced through the first song, enjoying the way the front and back
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flaps of the dress would lift when she twirled, giving the men in the
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front row a flash of what was to come later in her act. Unlike many of
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the other dancers, Chandel knew how to actually dance, as opposed to
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just strutting around the stage. She'd seen the looks on the faces of
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the men who frequented these establishments, and more often than not,
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the dancer who merely walked around just could not hold their attention
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for very long. Men were creatures who were stimulated visually, and
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your act had to keep changing slightly to hold their attention. If you
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lost their attention, you might as well get off the stage.
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By the end of the first song, she noticed that the front row was much
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more full, as some of the men had moved up from the tables further out
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from the stage. She smiled at the newcomers to pervert's row (as it is
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often referred to), making sure they knew they were welcome to watch
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closely. The second song started, and she unzipped her dress at the
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back. One of the tricks she had learned long ago was how to shed a
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dress off one's body without actually pushing it off - it was all in
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knowing how to wiggle just the right way. She started removing her
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dress in just this fashion, much to the delight of the men in the
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audience. As she gyrated seductively, several wolf whistles went up
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from the audience. Chandel turned in their general direction, threw a
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seductive look, and licked her lips. One of the men coming back from
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the washroom almost missed his chair when he went to sit down. She
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giggled impishly, and blew him a kiss.
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Halfway through the second song, she had wiggled the dress off her
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shoulders, away from her arms, and down to her hips. Getting the dress
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past the hips was the culmination of this part of the act, and always
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the most difficult. Once you were over that hump, the dress usually
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fell to the floor and you simply stepped out of it with one foot, and
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kicked the dress off the stage with the other. She still had to get to
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that point though before considering where to kick the dress to. She
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saved the necessary hip gyrations for one part in the song with a really
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good baseline, walked up to the brass pole, and gyrated her hips so it
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looked like she was trying to fuck the pole! (What she was actually
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doing was using the pole to help push the dress down, but why let the
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men known that?) The dress was almost off, so she spread her legs
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slightly to hold it in place, and glided back to the centre of the
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stage. As the song ended, she let the dress slide down her legs, as she
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raised both arms straight up together. The dress hit the floor exactly
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as the last note finished. Loud applause started immediately, and
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lasted a few seconds into the beginning of the third song. Chandel was
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really starting to enjoy this audience, as they were enjoying her.
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Traditionally, the third and fourth songs are slower, and a floorshow is
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often performed. Chandel hated the floorshow, as she considered
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wiggling around on a comforter or blanket boring, and unimaginative. She
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intended to be a little more direct with her audience! The fact that
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the third song was more energetic than the second was not lost on some
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of the gentlemen present -- she guessed they must be the regular
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customers, and used to the standard routine. Standard? She'd show THEM
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standard... Quickly surveying the front row, she made mental notes to
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herself as to what possible props she could make use of. One man had a
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baseball cap, another was sucking on a small -- lollypop? Hmmm... That
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had potential... Another man had trench-coat draped over the side of
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his chair. As she surveyed the men sitting in the front circle that
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makes up pervert's row, she noticed a couple sitting there, both wearing
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wedding rings... A woman? In the front row with her husband? Will
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wonders never cease. They were a good looking couple, and both smiled
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at Chandel as she looked at them. Chandel wasn't used to the idea of
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dancing for another woman, and the thought both excited and unnerved her
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at the same time.
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She decided to try to ignore the fact that a woman was watching her so
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closely, and started using the pole to swing around on. The pole was
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over at one side of the stage, so she had to be careful not to knock
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over any drinks on the table next to the stage. Customers didn't mind
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you dancing on their table, you just had to be careful. She came down
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off the pole, arched her back against it, and undid the clip at the back
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of her bra, then resumed her dancing. As with the dress, once the
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crucial clasp was undone, dancing and gravity did the rest. She first
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let the left bra-strap fall down from her shoulder, then the right one
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as well. Once that was done, she bent forward, jiggled her tits back
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and forth, and the bra slid down her arms, until the straps were in her
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hands. While she was in that position, she noticed through her legs
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that the woman in the front row was looking her right in the eyes - she
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found this a bit unnerving still. Chandel stood up and slingshotted the
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bra into the lap of one of the men in the front, to the applause and
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laughter of the gentleman's friends.
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The third song was halfway through, so she squatted in front of another
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one of the man with the baseball cap, took it off his head, playfully
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rubbed her breasts with it, and put it back on his head sideways. She
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then leaned forward to the man next to him, and took his beer in hand,
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poured just a little bit over each breast, and rubbed the neck of the
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bottle against each of her nipples. The man's hand was shaking slightly
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as she handed his bottle back to him - she enjoyed playing with the
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customers! To complete the third song, she kicked her right leg up so
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that it was resting against the pole, and she was doing a near vertical
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split. It was a good idea to do this to stretch out a little before
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attempting to do the splits on the floor during the next song. When the
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song finished, once again the men applauded loudly and appreciatively.
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Patrons are never allowed to touch a stripper unless she clearly invites
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them to do so. Chandel sometimes would lie down in front of a customer,
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put her legs on his shoulders, and invite him to remove her bottoms for
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her. She thought this would be fun to do given the good nature of the
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audience today, but needed to pick the right target. She looked over at
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the couple and thought to herself, "No..." but some perverse part of
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herself screamed, "Yes!" She decided to be daring, and risk letting
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that particular gentlemen pull her thong bottom off, hoping that his
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wife wouldn't be offended. Chandel walked over towards the couple, and
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suddenly did the splits in front of them. Most of the men flinched
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slightly.
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She lifted out of the split she had done, sat down in front of the
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surprised man, put both her legs over his shoulders, and then arched her
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back, raising her buttocks. As she was looking upside down at the
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clients on the other side of the room though she was surprised to feel
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her legs lifted off the man's shoulders by a ... woman's hands? "Oh
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shit, I did guess wrong," she thought to herself. But Chandel was in
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for a surprise -- the woman lowered Chandel's legs onto HER shoulders.
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The woman reached forwards, and looped the two side pieces of her thong
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bikini around her index fingers, and started slowly removing it. As she
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did so, she lightly raked the cheeks of Chandel's ass with the second
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and third fingers on each hand. She also ran the nails of both little
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fingers across the crack of her ass, and between her two pussy lips as
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she pulled the bikini bottom off. Chandel shuddered as the nails lightly
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caressed her clitoris. The men in the audience all leaned forward, not
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really believing their eyes. This was getting interesting!
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Chandel never had suspected that the first person to get a good look at
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her special pussy-hair cut would be another woman in the audience of a
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strip club, but that's what happened. The woman took a good look at the
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work done there, and smiled approvingly. She rolled back to the centre
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of the stage, sat up, and turned around slowly so that everyone in the
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front row could get a good look at the special cut she'd had. The men
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clapped approvingly and smiled. They were getting more than they
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bargained for in this show. Chandel decided they were going to get a
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whole lot more before it was done.
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She was surprised to find how wet and horny she was. She got up, smiled
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at the woman, and proceeded to go into the last part of her act. She
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felt deliciously wanton, completely naughty, and intended to do
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something about it. Deciding that the man with the lollypop would make
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an excellent target, she crawled over to him on her hands and knees
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never breaking eye contact. When she reached him, she leaned forward,
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and took the stem of his lollypop into her mouth, and tugged playfully
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on it. He let go not sure what was going to happen after what he just
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saw. Chandel took the lollypop, rubbed it between the lips of her pussy
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once, then plunged it in, coating it with her juices. She held it out
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to the man to lick, which he did. Chandel giggled wickedly, took the
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man's hand, and gave him back the lollypop, motioning for him to do the
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same. He fumbled the first attempt at it, but with a little help from
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her, he succeeded. She let him plunge the lollypop into her, then
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withdraw it, licking off her juices. He repeated this procedure about 5
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times when she motioned for him to stop (it's never a good idea to
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ignore all the other patrons for too long).
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There wasn't a man in the place whose eyes weren't glued to her at that
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point, and she loved it! She got up and walked seductively over to the
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pole, and ground her pussy against the it. Her juices were smearing the
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pole and running down from where she gyrated against it. The men were
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clapping, cheering, and calling out encouragement to her. Even the
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bikers at the bar had walked over and were watching her with smiles on
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their faces! She could feel an orgasm building deep inside her. Being
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naked, and openly grinding her pussy against this brass pole in front of
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all these men was getting her off very quickly! As the song came to an
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end, her orgasm built and overtook her, spreading in waves of ecstasy
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all through her body. She let out a scream of delight just after the
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last note of the song ended. This brought every man in the house to his
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feet cheering! She collapsed backwards onto the stage and lay there for
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a few seconds soaking up the applause. When she got up, the men were
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still standing, clapping, cheering, and shouting for more. She realized
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she'd really outdone herself this time!
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Chandel picked up the parts of her outfit and headed back to the
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dressing room to cool down, and dress in her regular street cloths
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outfit which were more regular clothes. Dancers were usually careful
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not to take attention away from the dancer who was currently on-stage.
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As she was putting her stage costume away, she noticed that the thong
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bottom wasn't in the pile of clothes. Checking around on the floor and
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in her bag proved fruitless, and she realized she must have forgotten
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them. Then she remembered the woman who had removed her bottom garment
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so enticingly. She got dressed in her regular clothes, and went out to
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look for her, but the seats in pervert's row where the couple was were
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empty. "Shit!" she swore, thinking that she'd lost another pair of
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bottoms, and this time to a fucking customer no less. Usually it was
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the other strippers who would pinch your bottoms (so to speak).
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It was then she noticed the couple sitting at a table in a dark corner
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away from the stage. The woman was waving for her to come over and join
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them. Chandel walked over and sat down, but was at a loss for what to
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say to the couple. "Hi, I'm Chandel," she blurted out, then
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sarcastically thought to herself, "Stunning conversational opening
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Chandel, nice going."
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The gentleman introduced himself first. "Hi, I'm David Oxford, and this
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is my wife Diane," he said, proffering his hand to her. She shook it
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and smiled at Diane.
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"Forgive me for being nervous," said Chandel, "but I don't normally talk
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with the patrons, and after that last show... well... um..." She
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didn't know what to say, so instead shrugged her shoulders and blushed
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slightly.
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"That was a fantastic show. Both myself and my wife really enjoyed it.
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It's rare to find a performer who knows how to enjoy their work like you
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do."
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"Thanks me fo, I did put on more of a show that time than I usually do
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though, I mean I don't normally..." At this point Diane giggled
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slightly and said, "You were wonderful. Every man in this place loved
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your show, you shouldn't be embarrassed. I especially love what you did
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to that poor man with the lollypop! I saw him get up to go to the
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bathroom. He was having trouble walking!" Everyone at the table
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laughed, and Chandel relaxed a little.
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"Diane, can I ask you a question?" Chandel asked.
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"Certainly, what's on your mind?"
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"Well, I'm just wondering... Why did... "
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"Why did I grab your legs and take off your bottoms?"
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"Um, yes, that and..."
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"Ah yes, the trick with the fingernails?" concluded Diane.
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"Yes, that trick." Chandel's heartbeat had gone up considerably since
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the conversation had taken this twist.
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"Mostly to make you remember us so we could talk to you later. It's
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also why I kept your bottoms instead of giving them to you at the end of
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your act. I'd like you to stay and talk for a while if you would? I
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have a proposition for you. Will you stay a while and talk?"
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"Sure, I guess so, I was only called in to do this one set because
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another dancer hadn't shown up. I usually dance at another bar, but the
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owner here knows he can call on me in an emergency. So I guess we can
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talk as long as you want."
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"Ok, but first let's go to the ladies room. I'll give you back your
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bottoms there ok?"
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"Ok, I guess," Chandel said a little apprehensively.
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"Come on then!" said Diane as she headed off in front of Chandel.
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Both women headed for the ladies' room. David watched both of them
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closely until they were out of sight. Chandel had a really nice figure,
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and he was finding himself attracted to her. He decided then not to
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tell his wife this, as she might take offense. He'd just enjoy his
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conversation with her, for whatever reason it was happening. This whole
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scenario was a bit confusing to him. His wife had certainly surprised
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him when she had suggested that they pull into a strip bar!
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Once Chandel and Diane were in the ladies room, Diane began explaining
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the situation in much more detail. "Chandel, I'm going to be very frank
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with you. At the end of what I have to say, you can either say yes or
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no, but please hear me out. It's my husband's birthday today, and for
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all the years we've been married, he's been faithful to me, and I to
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him. I want to give him a surprise that will knock his socks off. When
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I saw you playing with the one man and that beer bottle, I figured you
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might just be playful enough to go along with this. I'm looking for a
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third party to a threesome to join me and my husband.
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"My husband and I have mentioned the possibility of a third party a few
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times, but we never have agreed on how to go about it, so I'm going to
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seize this opportunity and surprise him. I've seen him looking at you,
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and I know he'd like you in bed, but he'd never even consider the
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possibility without me knowing, and he'd probably never ask me first for
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fear of offending or hurting me. I must admit in all honestly, that I
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find myself attracted to you somewhat... I don't want you to be scared
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off by all this, but I felt you should know what I'd planned ahead of
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time so there would be no surprises."
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Chandel gulped, and cleared her throat. She'd been expecting something
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like this, but hadn't been able to convince herself it was really going
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to happen. Diane saw she was nervous, and tried to reassure her. "You
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can have some time to think about it. How about we go back to our
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seats, and in thirty minutes time after some small-talk, David and I
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will get up to leave. If you want to join us, make some pretense to
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come along with us, if not, just wave goodbye, and we won't bother you
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again, ok?"
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Chandel nodded, and followed Diane back to the table. She found it
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difficult to concentrate on the small-talk, and noted that Diane was
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carrying most of the conversation for her, for which she was grateful.
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Now she was eyeing David over, and she liked what she saw. David was
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long in the leg, and well proportioned. He smiled a lot and was very
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friendly. Yes, she could see herself in bed with this man, and enjoying
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it! But a threesome with another woman? She'd never thought she'd
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actually be in that position. The idea both excited her and scared her
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a little.
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The conversation rolled on, another act took the stage which all three
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of them watched some of the time. After the act was done, and a few
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more minutes had gone by, Diane asked David if he was ready to get
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going. David said that he did have some stuff to do, and they probably
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should get going. He turned to Chandel and said it had been nice to
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meet her.
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Chandel could never remember when she had been so nervous before. She
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hadn't been thinking about what she was going to do, and now the time to
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decide had arrived! She took a good look at David's body as he stood
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up. "Um, Diane?" she asked.
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"Yes Chandel?"
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"You wouldn't happen to be going downtown would you? I'd really
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appreciate a lift if it wouldn't be too far out of your way?"
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Diane smiled warmly at Chandel. "Not at all, we live halfway between
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here and there. Could I convince you to stop by for coffee or tea
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before going downtown? Maybe you could have a piece of birthday cake?
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Oops, shit, sorry me fo, you didn't hear the part about the cake ok?
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That was supposed to be a surprise."
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"Cat's out of the bag now dear." said De fo, smirking. "So, Chandel,
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will you pop in for a bit?"
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"Sure, I'd love to. Thanks for the lift guys, I really appreciate it. I
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could take a cab, but ..."
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"We understand, cabs are usually smelly, and the driver never takes you
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right where you want to go, just so he can bleed more money out of you."
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said Diane.
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"Sometimes the cab driver is pretty smelly too!" exclaimed Chandel, and
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they all laughed at that.
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In a few minutes, David pulled the car into the driveway, and they all
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went into the house.
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"De fo, could you be a sweetheart and go put on some coffee?" asked
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Diane.
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"Sure dear," said De fo, and kissed his wife briefly before heading off
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into the kitchen.
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"Come on Chandel, quickly..."
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"Where are we going?"
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"The bedroom, I want to try out a couple of my outfits on you before
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he's done making the coffee. You're about my size, so my lingerie
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should fit you."
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"What have you got planned?"
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"I thought we'd give him a little show of our own, and wanted to
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coordinate our outfits. Do you think we could both do a striptease for
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him?" asked Diane?
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"Do you have any experience stripping?" asked Chandel.
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"Not much, only in private in front of my husband," admitted Diane.
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"Hmmm... How about a lingerie show instead?"
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"Perfect! He'll think I'm just trying to get him in the mood for later,
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and won't suspect that you're part of what I intend for later!"
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"Ok, let's pick out some outfits..."
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"Coffee's ready! Chandel, how do you take yours?" yelled David from the
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kitchen.
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"Lots of cream, no sugar!" Chandel yelled back.
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"Honey," Diane called, "just put the coffee mugs on the coffee table,
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and have a seat on the couch ok? We'll be right in."
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"Ok, will do."
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David took the coffees out as instructed, sat back, and sipped on his
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while he waited for Diane and Chandel to come claim theirs. He was just
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started to wonder when both ladies strutted into the room, in high heels
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and black see-through full-length outfits that he'd seen on his wife
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many times. He sputtered into his coffee spilling some. Diane giggled
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and said, "Careful, don't burn yourself. We thought we'd give you a
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little private lingerie show, seeing as how it's your birthday."
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"Um, ok," croaked David as his eyes wandered up and down Chandel's body.
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He quickly averted his gaze when he realized he was staring at her tits,
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and looked instead to his wife's face. She only smiled back at him.
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They both walked in front of him, twirled around, and walked back out.
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David realized he had a raging hard-on which was impossible to conceal
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since he was wearing dress pants. He figured he'd just enjoy the show,
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and so what if his member showed its appreciation also?
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In a couple of minutes the ladies returned, this time in black g-strings
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and black bras. Chandel was wearing one of his wife's bras that was
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open where the nipples were... He took another gulp of coffee to keep
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his mind (and hands!) occupied. Again, the ladies strutted in front of
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him, twirled around, and left the living room. David took a deep breath
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and let it out. Having two semi-nude ladies displaying themselves in
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front of him in the privacy of his own home was a real turn-on. He
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wondered what the next outfit would be?
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David got his answer almost immediately. Both ladies returned this time
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with red feather boas, and nothing else. They had the boas wrapped
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around in such a way that their tits and pussies were covered. They
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walked in front of David again, twirled, and started to head back to the
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bedroom, but stopped.
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"De fo," said Diane, "Aren't you going to come unwrap your presents?"
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David opened his mouth but found it was too dry to speak. He took
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another swallow of his coffee and tried to speak again, but all that
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came out was a cute "erp?" noise. "Get up and come over here handsome!"
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his wife commanded. He did as he was told and came over to her. "Well?"
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she asked. David looked at his wife, then at Chandel, then back at his
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wife, took one end of the boa covering his luscious wife, and started to
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uncoil it from her body. He first uncovered her breasts, then pulled
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the boa through between her legs, until she was naked except for the
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shoes she was wearing. He stood there in indecision for a few seconds.
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"That's ONE present De fo, what about the other one?" Diane asked
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firmly.
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"You mean?" asked De fo.
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"That's right De fo, she's your other present. But before you unwrap
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her, I want you to get those clothes off. It's not fair that we're here
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with almost nothing on and you're still fully clothed."
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David couldn't believe what he was hearing, but started stripping
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anyway. He began with his shoes and socks, tossing them over by the end
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of the couch. Next he unbuttoned his shirt, down to his waist, then
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unbuttoned his cuffs, and took off the shirt. Both ladies were smiling
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while looking at him. He took the pants off too, and stopped there. His
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wife came up to him, licked his neck, and murmured, "Underwear too
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David, I want to see it all..." Then she hooked her fingers in his
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underwear, and lowered herself (and them) to the floor.
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She took his cock in her mouth and began to lovingly caress it with her
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tongue, then bobbed her mouth over it's head for a while until David
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began to moan softly. She stopped and stood up again, leaving him
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looking at her questioningly. Chandel was looking directly at his
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turgid member with wide eyes and licking her lips slightly. "Unwrap
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your other present De fo," his wife commanded. He walked over to
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Chandel and uncoiled the boa from her body.
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David looked over at Diane one more time just to make sure this is what
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his wife really wanted. "Chandel," said Diane, "I can see we've taken
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David slightly by surprise. Take him over to the couch and have him sit
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down again."
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"Slightly?" mumbled David with a slightly stunned look on his face.
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Chandel led him over to the couch, and had him sit as his wife had
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suggested. Diane came over, knelt in front of David and motioned for
|
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Chandel to do the same. When they were both kneeling Diane started
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||
licking up and down one side of David's cock. Chandel joined in on the
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||
other, and David started receiving his first two-woman blow-job. He
|
||
leaned back further, spread his legs, and simply enjoyed. Both women
|
||
were using their tongues and lips on his member, first acting together
|
||
from the tip of the shaft to the base and back, then in opposite
|
||
directions - he'd never felt anything like this before!
|
||
|
||
Diane positioned herself between David's legs and moved from licking his
|
||
cock to sucking on his balls, while Chandel started sucking his cock in
|
||
ernest. David moaned out loudly as Chandel suddenly deep-throated him.
|
||
Her throat muscles constricted and relaxed as she swallowed repeatedly.
|
||
Chandel pulled back, swishing her tongue from left to right as she did,
|
||
and then plunged him deep back into her throat. She pulled back again,
|
||
and tapped Diane on the shoulder - they switched roles. Chandel now
|
||
tongued and sucked on David's balls, while his wife gave him a fantastic
|
||
blowjob. This intense attention was getting to be too much - when
|
||
Chandel moved from licking his balls to tonguing his anus, he stiffened
|
||
and exploded in his wife's mouth, filling her with his cum.
|
||
Unfortunately, Diane had wanted Chandel to be the one to be on the
|
||
receiving end of that first load of cum, and wanting to share, brought
|
||
Chandel's face up between her hands, kissed her on the lips, and passed
|
||
her half a mouthful. They both swallowed their portions of David's gift
|
||
while deeply french kissing each other. Chandel took David's cock back
|
||
in her mouth, and sucked the remaining drops of cum out of his now
|
||
shrinking (and very satisfied) cock.
|
||
|
||
"De fo, would you please go down on Chandel while I watch? I can wait a
|
||
bit and I want to see you tongue her to climax." Chandel lay back on
|
||
the couch and spread her legs for De fo. David tenderly licked around
|
||
the inside of her thighs, then moved to kissing the outer lips of her
|
||
pussy. Chandel whimpered pleadingly, and thrust her hips up at De fo.
|
||
David however, felt like taking his time with this new flower of a woman
|
||
he'd been presented with. He licked gently below her pussy near her
|
||
anus, then moved back to the inner thighs again. "Mmm... Quit teasing
|
||
me De fo, eat me, please..." moaned Chandel. He decided to wait no
|
||
longer, and thrust his tongue into her pussy causing her to gasp with
|
||
delight, then moved directly to the clitoris, surrounding it and the
|
||
immediate area with his lips, while he tongued her clit gently. Then he
|
||
pressed his tongue up against it, and moved in a left and right fashion
|
||
so that her clit was pushed up against her pelvic area with every twitch
|
||
of her tongue. Chandel arched her back and screamed in delight as she
|
||
came in a thundering orgasm more intense than she'd had in a long while.
|
||
David didn't stop though, he moved down to the entrance to her vagina
|
||
and tongue-fucked her for about 7 seconds, then moved back up to her
|
||
clit and sucked on it for a few seconds. David repeated this pattern
|
||
five or six times. Each time he went back to her clitoris, she had a
|
||
more explosive orgasm than the last time.
|
||
|
||
She begged him to stop after seven orgasms, and he did, but not before
|
||
tonguing the inside of her thighs and each of her tits again, causing
|
||
her to twitch uncontrollably. "My turn De fo, I want the same thing
|
||
done to me that you just did to her!" exclaimed Diane as she sat on the
|
||
couch at Chandel's feet. But since she was his wife, David decided to
|
||
tease her more, licking her neck first, then tonguing gently down her
|
||
front between her breasts to her navel. Diane moaned appreciatively,
|
||
and David held her legs up so she was in a fetal crouch. Then he
|
||
proceeded to lick starting at each buttock, and finishing at the back of
|
||
each knee. Diane was soaking wet now, and looked at him with an
|
||
unmistakable look that pleaded, "Fuck me!" But he wasn't through
|
||
teasing her yet... He took her left foot in hand, and sucked each toe
|
||
gently, spending about 30 seconds on each. When he was done with one
|
||
foot, he moved to the other spending just as long on each of the other
|
||
five toes. Diane moaned, "De fo, please... eat me, I can't wait
|
||
anymore... PLEASE eat me..." He didn't want to torture his wife
|
||
anymore, and plunged his tongue between her lips. She screamed in
|
||
pleasure as his tongue moved up to her clitoris and back down again to
|
||
her wet hole, and back again. He moved faster and faster, and finally
|
||
clamped his lips around her clitoral area, and sucked and tongued her to
|
||
an exhausting orgasm. True to his word, he backed off for about seven
|
||
seconds, and moved back to her clitoris, giving her the same repeating
|
||
orgasms he gave Chandel. She too finally begged him to stop, so he did.
|
||
|
||
"De fo, when I can move, I'm going to fuck your brains out," gasped his
|
||
wife, "but since I can't, and I see you're hard as a rock again, I'm
|
||
going to watch Chandel fuck your brains out first. Chandel, do your
|
||
worst, and when he cums, suck him to keep him hard. He's going to go
|
||
through some of what we just went through!" Both women threw David a
|
||
wicked look, and he knew he was in for it then...
|
||
|
||
Chandel got off the couch, and motioned for David to move out to the
|
||
open floor, and lie on his back. When she had him in position, she
|
||
kneeled down beside him, then straddled his hips. She then took his
|
||
cock in her hand, and proceeded to rub the underside of the head against
|
||
her clitoris, moving slowly back and forth. "I can tease too De fo,"
|
||
she purred as she played with his member.
|
||
|
||
David grabbed through her legs and grasped her buttocks, and slid down
|
||
between her legs, until she was sitting on his face. He started licking
|
||
her gently around the outer lips, but stopped long enough to say, "Yes,
|
||
and I can tease right back."
|
||
|
||
"Mmmm... That feels good, but not good enough. Turn about's fair
|
||
play!" With that, she pushed herself up, and turned around 180 degrees
|
||
so she was in a 69 position. David started lightly licking her lips
|
||
again, and she started licking his balls. "How long do you think we ...
|
||
mmmm... can ... oh God... keep up this mutual torture ... mmm... David?"
|
||
she asked. David moaned in response, and drove his tongue as deep as he
|
||
could shove it inside her.
|
||
|
||
This was too much for Chandel to take. She got off De fo, turned
|
||
around, straddled his hips again, and sunk his hard cock all the way
|
||
inside her in one quick stroke. She started fucking him with slow long
|
||
strokes, but soon graduated to fast long strokes. As she fucked him,
|
||
her juices streamed down his cock, coating his balls. Diane looked on
|
||
with a smile on her face. David wasn't going to get out of this lady
|
||
easily!
|
||
|
||
Chandel fucked him as fast as she could for over ten minutes having
|
||
several small climaxes herself before she felt his orgasm building.
|
||
Dripping in sweat, she looked him straight in the eyes, smiled, and said
|
||
"I want you to shoot deep inside me... Now." That put De fo over the
|
||
edge, and he climaxed, and filled her with his cum. She had an
|
||
explosive orgasm on the spot, but she didn't stop fucking him. The look
|
||
on his face was a mix of intense pleasure, puzzlement, and terror... She
|
||
wasn't going to stop fucking him! "De fo?" she gasped, "How much can
|
||
you take?"
|
||
|
||
"Enough... I came already... please, get off!" pleaded De fo, and tried
|
||
to throw Chandel off. By this time, Diane was ready for him, came over,
|
||
and tapped Chandel on the shoulder. Chandel got off, sat on David's
|
||
shoulders to pin him down, and Diane straddled David's hips and slowly
|
||
started fucking him in the same fashion.
|
||
|
||
"Oh my God! No, please... It's too much!" yelled David, but to no
|
||
avail. His wife was going to exercise her legal rights under marriage,
|
||
whether he could take the strain or not! "Chandel, he may not be able
|
||
to keep it up, could you help out?" asked Diane.
|
||
|
||
"What did you have in mind?"
|
||
|
||
"I'll lean forward some, you push his legs up so he's bent at the knees
|
||
and lick his balls while I continue fucking him ok?"
|
||
|
||
"Ok, sounds like fun!"
|
||
|
||
"Oh Jesus!" exclaimed De fo.
|
||
|
||
Chandel giggled mischievously, carried out Diane's instructions to the
|
||
letter, and started licking on David's balls. She decided this wasn't
|
||
enough though, and took one of his balls into her mouth and started
|
||
sucking lightly.
|
||
|
||
Diane leaned forward and muffled David's cries with a deep french kiss.
|
||
He wrapped his arms around her and started pumping at her with fervour.
|
||
Diane was curious to see if his second orgasm would be more powerful
|
||
than his first, like hers were. Chandel switched balls, and David's
|
||
body suddenly tensed all over. He let out a cry of pure ecstasy and
|
||
shot his second load deep inside Diane. She pumped for two more
|
||
strokes, and came with him, and both women mercifully stopped their
|
||
attentions to him.
|
||
|
||
"How is he?" asked Chandel.
|
||
|
||
"De fo?" asked Diane as she tried to get his attention. "I think he
|
||
passed out! I guess we were too much for him Chandel!"
|
||
|
||
"What do you say to giving him a real scare?" asked Chandel
|
||
|
||
"Like what?"
|
||
|
||
"Let's take him in the bedroom and tie him to the bedposts. Do you have
|
||
any rope in your basement?"
|
||
|
||
"I think so, and I even have two different leather costumes I don't use
|
||
often. Want to try them on?"
|
||
|
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"Sure! After we get him into the bedroom and tied down though. You
|
||
grab his arms, I'll grab his legs..."
|
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