For Tasha’s birthday, five of her friends took her to the Spotlight Club. Male strippers!

“Do they take everything off?” Tasha asked as they made their way to the table.

“Wait and see,” one friend said. “That and more,” said another.

The table, right up front, gave them a great view of the performers. “That blond with the ponytail is really hot,” one friend said. “Tasha, you could be his twin,” said another.

To the shouts and cheers of the girls, the guys pranced and danced, shedding their glittery outfits one piece at a time, down to the briefest briefs. So much fun! So sexy!

“Okay, girls, time to vote for your favorite,” said the announcer. “Just come up on stage and hand your panties to the guy of your dreams.”

“Do it,” Tasha’s friends urged. “You have to.”

“I can’t,” Tasha said.

“Why? You’re not wearing panties?” The girls laughed.

“I am, but...” Tasha protested.

“Then you have to do it. Don’t be shy.” The girls pushed Tasha up onto the stage. Tasha tried to remove her panties without making a spectacle of herself. She almost stumbled over her heels. Ponytail Guy caught her. Such a sexy smile. “Here,” Tasha blurted, handing him the panties.

“I guess I’m the winner,” the guy proclaimed. “And that means you are too.”

“We have our golden spotlight girl,” the announcer announced.

“You know what that means,” Ponytail guy stage-whispered to Tasha.

Tasha shook her head.

Ponytail Guy waved Tasha’s panties to the audience. “I get to wear your panties. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Ah, no,” Tasha mumbled.

With a graceful twirl, ending with his back to the audience, Ponytail guy stripped off his briefs and stepped into Tasha’s. “Kind of snug,” he said.

Tasha watched as Ponytail Guy’s sizeable penis expanded, bowing the panties. The fabric gave way. Ponytail Guy’s cock lifted free. The audience cheered. Ponytail Guy bowed, then flung to broken panties to the crowd. “Your turn,” he said to Tasha.

“My turn what?” she asked.

“I’m naked up here, you’re not. You need to make things even.”

“You mean strip?” Tasha said.

Ponytail Guy smiled and nodded. “I could help you if you like.” Without waiting for an answer he knelt at Tasha’s feet and unbuckled her heels. He eased them from her feet. “Now for the dress,” he said, “but don’t worry, I won’t let your friends see your puss.” Standing behind her, he lifted the gown over her head and off, then took hold of her waist and hoisted her upside down until his mouth met her sex.

His tongue tickled her clitoris; his hands held her ass, a naughty finger teasing her anus. She captured the head of his cock between her lips. She pushed a finger into his asshole. The lights strobed, they came in each other’s mouth, and he carried her off-stage.