Get the job done

Strippers

There are many things that happen to or around me in my line of work. I’m a bouncer.

I’ve left a few parts out, seeing as they don’t make the story any better or give you any insight into the actions of the evening.

A friend of mine came in one night with a friend of his. It just so happens that she is a stripper at a club in Seattle, is very hot and brought a hot friend with her. After they had been there a while, we were outside having a smoke. Holly (brunette) and Sarah (blonde) were talking about their various piercings. Holly decided to show Sarah her new one: She had her hood pierced. She just pulled down the front of her pants and showed Sarah. In turn, Sarah pulled her breast out, and proceeded to lick her nipple. She had a very nice bar through it.

Being the bouncer, I had to tell them to put it away. I didn’t want to, but it’s my job, after all. Very nice tits, by the way.

They went back inside, and my buddy and I talked.

Me:     “Dude, you gonna make this happen or what?”
Shawn:    “What are you talking about?”
Me:     “I’m talking about those two. You’d better include me in the deal, too. Hook a brotha up!!”
Shawn:    “You can have Sarah. I like Holly.”
Me:    “Very well. I’ll take one for the team. You’d better make it happen, though. I’ll be your wingman on this. Don’t make me take point. You know I’ll do it, too.”
Shawn:    “Yeah, I know. We’re hooking up an after hours at this other bar. You’re welcome to join us.”
Me:     “It’s on.”

I managed to get off early, and found out where the after hours was going to take place:
Another bar. Several of us showed up, and I wasn’t quite sure what was going on, so I just went with the flow. Holly wanted to jump into my arms in the parking lot for some reason, so I let her. I think that was one of the things that inured me to her. That, and I have VERY short hair, and she likes skinhead punk rock types. I was trying to keep Sarah’s attention, and blow off Holly, but it seemed like things were starting to work the opposite way. Oh, well. Either I be the wingman and hook up Shawn, or I don’t get any at all. I’m a philanthropist, after all.

We get to the door, and the owner opens up. I didn’t know he was the owner at the time, but soon found out when he introduced himself, and asked what we were drinking. Sign number one that this was gonna be a good time. There is nothing like being in a bar after hours and drinking the good stuff on the owner’s dime.

It takes less than 15 minutes for Holly and Sarah to start making out. Naturally, all four of us guys in the room break out our phones, and start taking pictures and video. The girls either didn’t mind, or they were getting turned on by 4 guys watching them dance and make out. Either way, we were enjoying it fully. I really got some good pictures and some good video.

However; when one of us would try to join in, they would push us away. Apparently, they just wanted to give us a show. For now.

After several minutes of this, they stopped making out, and came back to the bar. I had planted myself there, and kept serving everyone drinks. Ed (the owner) didn’t seem to mind, as I was pouring shots onto Sarah, and having anyone and everyone lick them off of her. I’m such an instigator.

Suddenly, Holly decided that she had enough of being naked, and put her clothes back on. Sarah was having too much fun being naked, and decided to get everyone else’s clothes off. I waited patiently behind the bar while the girls stripped off everyone else’s clothes.

Holly came behind the bar and told me that clothes weren’t allowed. I said, “Look who’s talking!” We made a deal. She’d take my clothes off, and then I’d take hers off. (Like there’s going to be a loser in this deal!) So, she slowly took my clothes off, and then stood still while I took hers off. At this point, Shawn is positively glaring at me. I can tell what he’s thinking: “Dude, back off! I told you that I like her!” That’s what his eyes seemed to say, anyway. So, I went back to tending bar. Naked. I will say that when my clothes were taken off of me, I did the typical preemptive explanation. “It’s a grower, not a show-er.”

Sarah ended up coming back behind the bar a little later, and she seemed interested in me, so I started putting my hands on her, and trying to put my fingers IN her. I wasn’t intrusive with it, but I did give her the option to refuse, which she did by moving away. No biggie. I’ve been rejected before. However, I already had the feeling that this night was going to end up as a story to tell.

We were drinking and carousing for a couple of hours that night. Sarah and I danced and made out on the dance floor, Holly was talking with Shawn, the other guys were bullshitting about owning a business and being in a band, etc.

Eventually, the night wore on, and Holly came behind the bar, grabbed me by the hand and told me to follow her. She took me to the kitchen pointed at my dick and said, “Make that hard. I want to see how big it is.”

Me:    You make it hard.
Holly:    If you have a big enough dick, you’ll probably end up with BOTH of us tonight.
Me:    I’m already gonna end up with both of you!
Holly:     Well, how big is it?
Me:    How big is your mouth?

She opened her mouth as wide as she could. To which, I said, “Yeah, I guess it’ll fit.”

Right there, she grabbed my head, and started making out with me. Hard. I pulled back, and asked, sarcastically, “What? Do you just wanna get it on right here on the prep table?” Then Ed walked in. He was just checking around to see where everyone was. After he left, Holly grabbed me and started kissing me again. Then Shawn walked in. He was, to put it mildly….. Pissed off.

Holly and I came back out to the bar, and I talked to Shawn. I explained to him that I had already told him that if he couldn’t pull the trigger, I would, and that’s what I did. I was going to try and get him included in the deal, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. It especially wouldn’t happen if he was going to act like a jealous boyfriend, which he wasn’t.

The night calmed down considerably after that, and we all ended up getting our clothes back on and leaving. Shawn was giving them a ride home, and Sarah told me to follow them. Apparently, he didn’t realize that I was following them, and he took a route back to Holly’s apartment that was about 4 miles long, and was driving about 60 miles per hour in downtown Seattle. Holly lives 4 blocks from the bar we were at.

We got there, and it was apparent that Holly was not having Shawn anywhere in her place, and I had to calm everyone down. I gave Sarah my card, and told her to call me in about 10 minutes so I could get rid of Shawn. He didn’t seem to want to go home. Holly called me on her phone, and said that she was coming down to get me. She did, and I apologized to Shawn. I know it was cold of me, but that kind of thing has happened to ME before. It’s not like we really have control of other people, and who they want to fuck.

We got upstairs, and I lit up a smoke out the window, as Holly doesn’t want the smoke in her place. I’m a gracious guest. When I finished my smoke, I went to the bathroom. When I came back out, Sarah and Holly were making out. “Game On!” I thought. When things like this happen, there really isn’t a way to describe the specifics. There are too many variables, too many things happening at once and it all just becomes a big blur. Here are some things that I do remember, though (not in any particular order):

·    Holly going down on Sarah and me licking her asshole.
·    Holly handcuffing Sarah’s arms behind her legs, shackling her ankles together, and me going down on her.
·    Fucking Sarah’s face while she was wearing a blindfold.
·    Fucking Holly in the ass.
·    Both girls sucking my dick.
·    Sarah lying on top of Holly, and Holly leaning around Sarah’s head and saying to me, “I want you to fuck her like you hate her.”

About that time, my heart started acting up. I was getting short of breath, and my heart rate increased. Great. Another mini-heart attack during sex. I apologized to both girls, and let them know that I needed to get home and take my medication. They both started talking shit, but not seriously. I drove home, furious with my heart for keeping me from finishing one of the greatest sex stories I’ve ever had the pleasure of being involved in.

To top it all off:     I never finished.