The Agony Of Abstinence

I sat back, caught my breath, and watched the men propositioning the dancers for sex, most of them shaking their heads no. “Yeah, fine, why not? Bret knocked on the door, and we were let in. “Thanks. I sat and leisurely consumed my two remaining drinks, watching the crowd. No, what are you doing?” I screamed. “What are those? I got up and put on my slippers, and Bret led me to the stairs to the private suites. I walked back to the stripper pole and leaned against it, slowly lifting the bottom of my skirt and exposing myself to the crowd. “Rebecca, I have a commercial booked for you on Wednesday. They helped me to my feet, and I cleaned up before putting my robe on and returning to my private space downstairs. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, the guy fucking my pussy cried out as he came in me. “Um, yeah, yeah, that feels good,” I moaned as I began to fuck him. What was I doing? “Fuck yeah, don’t stop, um, don’t stop,” I cried, and my body squirmed underneath him. “I’m sorry,” Mr. I looked at them and returned to watching the girls work the men for their dollar bills.