Slowly they pulled apart. René pushed the folded bills between the dancer’s toes. She gracefully plucked it from her foot and nodded her thanks as she stood to a smattering of applause amidst the cocktail chatter. Still impaled on the slowly deflating tool, Jenn felt enervated. She barely had the energy to lift her head – to meet the sad eyes that stared into her soul. They said, so clearly, that under other circumstances they surely would have been friends and lovers.
"Goodbye," came the whispered English, as she blew
gay nude teen boys Jenn a kiss then turned to gather her costume and leave the stage.
"’Bye," Jenn breathed, vanquished
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“You were
gay nude teen boys marvelous, my dear.” “An absolutely splendid performance.” Her companions effused vocally as they left the club to wander back toward the tender. Suddenly René pulled her aside, into the narrow opening of a dim and dangerous-looking alley.
“I got these for you, Jenn,” he said as he produced a pair of large pearl pendants. “You’re such a good sport.” Jenn smiled, flustered, not knowing what to say, and lowered her eyes as he said, “Here, let’s try them on.” He expertly opened her blouse and fastened the cushioned clamps to her nipples.
As Jenn raised her eyes to René in silent gratitude and appreciation, Gus, suddenly exclaimed, “I can’t wait any longer!” He
gay nude teen boys flipped up
gay nude teen boys Jenn’s dress and drove in without warning. Jenn’s
gay nude teen boys eyes grew suddenly wide and she gasped out her breath. The pendants swung about but stayed where they belonged as Gus hung on tight to her hips and pounded her, barely out of the flow of sidewalk traffic. René let out a huge laugh as he stepped back to watch.
“The Gus shake-down test,” he observed, indicating the violently swinging pendants still firmly attached to Jenn’s nipples. Krista stood next to him, chuckling at the sight; Gus came strong and quick. He quickly rearranged himself, did up Jenn’s blouse over the clamps, then kissed her gently on the lips before guiding her back into the stream of pedestrian traffic with their companions. Jenn’s head was spinning; she felt drugged. Only the sharp pinch of the clamps penetrated her mental fog – inside which still danced her exotic lover.
Before she returned to her quarters that night she had had Gus again, René anally, and had licked Krista to their satisfaction, but it had been a dazed charade. Her mind hadn been able to lose the swirling images of the anonymous stripper. That night she masturbated to the same lithe dark visions.
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