Sahara flicked herself back upright on his lap, a graceful and erotic movement that placed her chest right in front of his face. Milf porn “Her name’s Sahara apparently.”
“Stripper names are hot!” Ed added. “No chance he can keep his hands to himself.”
“Bet you five bucks it takes less than two…” Kyle’s voice trailed off as he caught sight of a familiar face. Casey would avoid any kind of potential physical confrontation and if one happened he was off like a scalded cat. “What’s up?” he asked, intensely aware of her chest inches from his face and the weight of her body on his. They’re not here. He gave her twenty bucks anyway for going through the motions, thanked her and then returned to Casey, joined a moment later by Ed. “Fuck that shit,” Ed said getting up. Hundred and four bucks, but I want that fucking green back the second we leave the strip club, cunts.”
“Okay,” Casey shrugged, while Kyle grinned and headed into the bathroom for a shower and a shave.
