You had considered getting Kelly a lapdance yourself - this way, you can get someone else to foot the bill! Of course, she'll have to do it more publicly, but you get the idea that if Kelly were concerned about that she probably wouldn't have suggested coming here in the first place.
"Excellent!" the guy says. "Listen, just keep her right there. I know a lot of the girls who work here, and I've got one in mind who'll fuckin' blow you away. We'll do it right after this one."
You return your attention to the stage, where Sapphire is gyrating her hips around in a nicely enticing manner. You're a little bummed that she won't be the woman who dances for Kelly, as she's definitely hot and Kelly seems taken with her. Still, you imagine that a regular to the club would know what he's talking about.
"Let's hear it for Gloria, Tiffany, and Sapphire!" the announcer says as the girls wave to the crowd and step from the stage. "And now we have a special event for all of you wonderful people out there - it seems that we have a guest in the house who's about to put on the ol' ball and chain!"
The crowd boos good-naturedly.
"And of course, we have a special treat for the groom-to-be: a little personal attention up here on our main stage from one of our lovely ladies! That, however, comes later, because our groom has decided it's better to give than receive, and he's generously offered a lap dance to one of our other guests! So, direct your attention to the center stage, and give a roaring loud welcome to... Miss Angela!"
The curtains whip open on the main stage, and Angela appears. Your jaw drops - Angela is a stunning blonde, with long, sexy legs and beautiful round breasts. She's dressed in a pearlescent one-piece outfit that fits her like a second skin, with cut-outs over the hips and under her breasts that show off her natural curves. The most striking part of her ensemble, however, is a pair of angel wings that would measure at least eight feet across when spread. A spotlight catches her hair and bathes her in a halo-like light. Her eyes are ice blue, and her lips are pearly white.
Angela struts around the edge of the stage, looking over the crowd for her dance partner. Within moments she spots Kelly, and with a smile heads in your direction.
"What's going on?" Kelly asks. "Did you get a lapdance or something?"
"Or something," you say, suddenly nervous that this whole thing is going to blow up in your face.
Angela stops in front of Kelly, and slowly spreads her legs into a full split on the stage. She steadies herself with one hand and reaches the other out to your astonished date while the crowd cheers wildly. |