We walk in together, hand in hand and stop as we realize based on what we are seeing on the stage is two nude pole dancers, then off in the distance through the smoke we see nude lap dancers.
"Oh no!" Jenny cries out when she realizes what she would have to do.
Pulling on her hand you both decide not to follow through on this, it is just not what you want to have your sister do. However, as you both spin around you see a large man, a very large man blocking your way.
"You two Honeymooners?" he asks.
"Yes." you answer as your sister moves behind you more.
"Thought so." he says with a smirk. "There is a cover charge at the door, so it will be $25.00 each for your cover before you can leave." he says with authority his arms flexing as he crosses them letting us both know we are not leaving without paying.
"We do not have that kind of money." you tell him. "We lost it at the slots."
"Tsk, tsk tsk." he says faking sincerity.
"You a virgin?" he asks Jenny.
"No." she says angrily.
I squeeze her hand trying to quell her anger.
"Good, how about you two put a private show on then for a special party that wants a little more action."
"What kind of special show?" I ask.
"The kind that involves you two getting it on." he says still showing no real emotion.
"I will waive the cover charge and you two can keep any tips you get from your performance."
We look at one another and know, we are in it again and since sex is real good, why not.
"Sure." I tell him.
We follow him back behind some beaded curtains and then to a hidden elevator. The doors open and we go down together in silence, my sister clinging to my hand now and pressed against my shoulder.
When the doors open we are assailed with the cool crisp air and see we are in what looks like a small theater.
"You two go to the stage, I will get Mr. A to come and tell you about your expectations." he says as he leaves us and we walk to the stage and sit on the two chairs that are there.
The light is not too bright and it is rather comfortable as we sit there looking at each other knowing we are going to be fucking again soon.
A small man walks up to us. "Hello." he says extending his hand, "I am Mr. A"
I take his hand and pump it twice. "Nice to meet you Mr. A", I say to him.
"This is pretty straight forward." Mr. A says. "You two just do the usual acts newlyweds would do, we have the get up for you both so no worries there. We expect you to do more than go all the way, we want a honeymoon scene. You go all the way in every way. Can you too handle that?"
"Yes sir." I tell him.
"Good, oh and some of them will want to touch, but they will not participate other than looking and touching and of course taking souvenir pictures."
"We are okay with that." I say though the touching part does not make me too happy.
"Good, you have an hour until our special party arrives. You can order anything to drink, but do not drink so much you ruin your stamina." he says with a laugh as he leaves us.
The curtains open and there is a door behind them. We take that to be our cue to go in there and open the door to find ourselves in a medium sized dressing room.
There is a wedding veil and white lace stocking, panties and bra that look like they would fit Jenny.
For me there is a black bow tie and black jockeys with a white waistband.
"Guess these are our outfits." I say as we look at them.
We get dressed and order bottled water to slack our thirst as we wait for the light to go on over the door telling us we are on. |