Gentlmen's club Stories

All eyes were glued to the stage as the low sound of the sultry opening chords brought the scantily clad girl from behind the curtain. She gripped the pole expertly as she’d done hundreds of times before. As the sugar packet maracas hissed and the vibraslap created a wiggly percussive sound, the diminutive redhead with delicious curves began to move her body seductively. When the talk box, guitars, and bass marimbas cause...