where we want to go next. It's a surprise. Are you guys up for it?"
Will and Ryan looked at each other and at us and Ryan shrugged and Will muttered, "Oh shit," and put his cowboy hat low down on his face.
I clapped my hands. "Excellent."
Once we got back to the truck, I pulled out my phone, found the link to the strip club that Amelia and I had scoped out earlier online, and gave the guys directions, street by street, without telling them our destination.
When we pulled in the parking lot, both of them turned around to look at us, and the looks on their faces were hilarious. Ryan looked turned on, Will looked both amused and aggravated.
We walked into the Peppermint Panda, a large club, with a bizarre-looking, randy panda bear as a mascot. Amelia and I, three drinks in, both thought that the name and mascot were awesome . Hilarious . We talked with the bouncer, and found out that there was no cover charge, but a two drink minimum—and each drink was twenty dollars. A hostess escorted us into the club, music throbbing, Will holding my hand, Ryan holding Amelia's.
Oxblood leather half-booths lined all the walls of the club. In the center, to one side, a dozen mostly naked girls occupied bar stools, waiting their turn. In the center, on the other side, perched a raised catwalk with multiple poles, lined with bar stools on all sides, presently being used by a lithe, athletic blonde who could really hold herself up on the pole. What was clearly a bachelor party on one side of us watched her carefully; a bachelorette party on the other side seemed more interested in their drinks. Looking around, it was a comfortable crowd, not intimidating or scary, with groups of guys, single guys, and couples.
The hostess stopped us at four bar stools right in front of Ms. Athletic Blonde, and a scantily-clad waitress immediately came up and took our drink order, two more cosmos each for me and Amelia, beers for Ryan and Will, two each. The waitress brought back eight drinks for the four of us and I looked at all of the alcohol and giggled uncontrollably. After an argument between Will and Ryan, Ryan paid.
Then Will leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "I don't know whether to spank you or fuck you for this."
"Both, I think," I whispered back and he let out a groan.
I noticed that almost immediately, Amelia and Ryan got stuck together at the lips and stopped paying attention to anyone or anything around them, but I was having a blast checking out the scene. A younger guy in the corner received a very invasive lap dance by a busty brunette with long, curly hair. When she was done, he didn't move for three songs.
While we drank our drinks and watched, a number of girls approached, asking if we wanted to have lap dances. I waited for a cue from Will as to the right one. One girl was Gothic looking, with spiderweb leggings and black hair with harsh bangs. Not his type. Another was maybe Russian, with an elegant accent. Again, not his type. Another a slim Thai, another a curvy, freckled redhead, another an athletic African-American. Still, watching Will's reaction, I politely turned them all down, even though they were all beautiful.
But then, a seriously busty raven-haired girl came up, and kissed me on the boobs and said enthusiastically, "Are these real? Oh my God, they're huge!" and Will's eyes popped out of his head.
Her.
I looked over at Amelia, who was negotiating with a slim, leggy blonde, and we all moved to two adjacent booths, taking our drinks with us.
I smiled a wicked smile at Will and told her, "One dance for me, and another for him."
Again, he leaned over, and said, "You’re getting it when this is done."
"That's what I'm hoping, cowboy," I replied saucily, and the music started.
In a flash, the girl took off her bra and shoved her breasts in my face. I couldn't help but giggle. She gyrated on my lap and kissed me on my boobs, completely feeling me up as I stayed still. I could smell her sweet perfume and feel
Will and Ryan looked at each other and at us and Ryan shrugged and Will muttered, "Oh shit," and put his cowboy hat low down on his face.
I clapped my hands. "Excellent."
Once we got back to the truck, I pulled out my phone, found the link to the strip club that Amelia and I had scoped out earlier online, and gave the guys directions, street by street, without telling them our destination.
When we pulled in the parking lot, both of them turned around to look at us, and the looks on their faces were hilarious. Ryan looked turned on, Will looked both amused and aggravated.
We walked into the Peppermint Panda, a large club, with a bizarre-looking, randy panda bear as a mascot. Amelia and I, three drinks in, both thought that the name and mascot were awesome . Hilarious . We talked with the bouncer, and found out that there was no cover charge, but a two drink minimum—and each drink was twenty dollars. A hostess escorted us into the club, music throbbing, Will holding my hand, Ryan holding Amelia's.
Oxblood leather half-booths lined all the walls of the club. In the center, to one side, a dozen mostly naked girls occupied bar stools, waiting their turn. In the center, on the other side, perched a raised catwalk with multiple poles, lined with bar stools on all sides, presently being used by a lithe, athletic blonde who could really hold herself up on the pole. What was clearly a bachelor party on one side of us watched her carefully; a bachelorette party on the other side seemed more interested in their drinks. Looking around, it was a comfortable crowd, not intimidating or scary, with groups of guys, single guys, and couples.
The hostess stopped us at four bar stools right in front of Ms. Athletic Blonde, and a scantily-clad waitress immediately came up and took our drink order, two more cosmos each for me and Amelia, beers for Ryan and Will, two each. The waitress brought back eight drinks for the four of us and I looked at all of the alcohol and giggled uncontrollably. After an argument between Will and Ryan, Ryan paid.
Then Will leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "I don't know whether to spank you or fuck you for this."
"Both, I think," I whispered back and he let out a groan.
I noticed that almost immediately, Amelia and Ryan got stuck together at the lips and stopped paying attention to anyone or anything around them, but I was having a blast checking out the scene. A younger guy in the corner received a very invasive lap dance by a busty brunette with long, curly hair. When she was done, he didn't move for three songs.
While we drank our drinks and watched, a number of girls approached, asking if we wanted to have lap dances. I waited for a cue from Will as to the right one. One girl was Gothic looking, with spiderweb leggings and black hair with harsh bangs. Not his type. Another was maybe Russian, with an elegant accent. Again, not his type. Another a slim Thai, another a curvy, freckled redhead, another an athletic African-American. Still, watching Will's reaction, I politely turned them all down, even though they were all beautiful.
But then, a seriously busty raven-haired girl came up, and kissed me on the boobs and said enthusiastically, "Are these real? Oh my God, they're huge!" and Will's eyes popped out of his head.
Her.
I looked over at Amelia, who was negotiating with a slim, leggy blonde, and we all moved to two adjacent booths, taking our drinks with us.
I smiled a wicked smile at Will and told her, "One dance for me, and another for him."
Again, he leaned over, and said, "You’re getting it when this is done."
"That's what I'm hoping, cowboy," I replied saucily, and the music started.
In a flash, the girl took off her bra and shoved her breasts in my face. I couldn't help but giggle. She gyrated on my lap and kissed me on my boobs, completely feeling me up as I stayed still. I could smell her sweet perfume and feel
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