Xstatic!

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NEW YORK'S PREMIERE SHOW BAR, DANCE AND NUDE MALE STRIP CLUB FOR FRIENDLY PEOPLE!

Xstatic is a club in New York City, that caters to those with an alternative lifestyle. In a nutshell, it's a gay club complete with male strippers who take it all off. But the simulation is more than that, it's about the complicated lives of the people who work there and the people who go there to have a good time.

This simulation is open to anyone who has an open mind. There is no limit on how many people can join and no limit to what can be written. Nothing is taboo at Xstatic.

You can't see this type of show ANYWHERE ELSE. Everywhere you look there are naked men, working hard to earn tips from you! Ask anyone who has seen it... and GET HERE EARLY before we reach capacity!!

Don't miss out being part of the best party anywhere!!! "Close-up" tableside dances are available for those customers with a hankering for a really UP CLOSE look!

We also Feature: The Hottest Stripping Bartenders & Amateur Nude Hotbody Contests !!

This simulation is rated PBEM-MA and is only for adults!


http://www.one-girl.net/xstatic
 
Standing behind the bar, taking my first short break of the evening. My bare upper body covered with a soft sheen from the light sweat I had worked up. The place was close to being packed. All kinds of people in the place tonight, all of them eyeing one another. All of them waiting to see the show.

I had only been tending bar here a short time, but the tips are excellent. True, at first it was strange to tend bar shirtless, but, with all the tips it brought in, who was I to argue. Having just finished college and jobless, I was happy to have found this job.

The pay wasn't bad, the tips great and the eye candy exceptional. The clientel, both men and women, all seemed to be the hottest people in the city. Then of course there were the strippers, each one special in their own right.
 
Barbara Samuels

I stood at the door of Xstatic and caught the eye of the bartender. He held up one finger to tell me to wait a minute. As I waited my eyes drifted around tonight's crowd. Not as busy as some nights but busier than others. Enough business to pay the bills anyway. I should know, I pay them.

My name is Barbara Samuels and I am the sole owner of Accounting Plus. I am an accountant/notary public/bookkeeper etc. for several businesses in the area. When I first got out of school, good old NYU, I decided that I would rather be the boss than the employee but it wasn't, still isn't, easy to just start being an accountant. At the time several of the girls at the university were talking about this new club that was red hot, they said the employees were rolling in tips and they were the highest paid employees in the NY Club industry. They also said something about the fantastic looks of the employees but I was more interested in the first part of their talk.

So the next day I took myself down to the club, slightly astonished to find out it was a gay strip club, shrugged my shoulders and asked for their business. I figured it couldn't hurt. Turns out that their previous accountant, Johnny Maggio, had just made his way upstate with the help of the local district attorney for creating his only little "Special Retirement Account". Although I was only 24, the owner hired me on the spot.

I figured what worked at one place could work at another. I asked if the owner knew what other clients Maggio had and he did, so I managed in one day to pick up six different clubs' accounts. I make weekly visits to each club, do their week's books, write out the employees checks and put a little into away to help each club make their quarterly payments to Uncle Sam. I even talked all the employees into reporting their earnings and their tips so that they could keep their noses clean with the IRS. How clean their noses are when it comes to other things is not my business. After a couple of months working the clubs, my reputation of accuracy and good business advice spread out to a few of the shops near some of the clubs so I do just fine, thank you. Six more months and I will have enough money
to buy one of the lofts that are popping up like crazy about a quarter of a mile from this area.

The bartender jerked his thumb in the direction of the table closest to the bar letting me know it was empty. I walked over knowing that my jeans and t-shirt, broadcasting Accounting Plus, were not the usual dress code and that I was getting a few looks from the customers, but I didn't care. I was working and this was my uniform, so to speak. I slid into the empty booth, smiled at the bartender as he set a cup of coffee down on the table before going on break, and opened up my computer case. I always worked from this booth because the bar provided a little more lighting than the other booths and tables and there was an electric socket right at the corner of the counter which just happened to be within the distance my cord could reach. I could use the battery pack but I figured why if I didn't need to. Nothing drives me crazier than putting tons of data into the program and then having the battery go out.

I took out the small pair of reading glasses and put them on, magnifying my green eyes. Six months ago I hadn't needed glasses but working in the dark conditions of clubs was taking its toll on my eyesight, but I figured it was worth it. I was making plenty of money and had a goal in mind for the future. I had my own little retirement account growing rapidly but, and let me be very clear about this, very legally. I reached up and took the scrunchy from my long brown hair, ran my fingers through the stands a few times then replaced the scrunchy. With my hair out of my face, my computer booted up, a small printer ready to go, and a cup of coffee nearby, I was ready for work.
 
I noticed her walk in as she does every week at this time. I motion over to her, letting her know the booth is available. My cock stirs everytime she appears, something about her intrigues me.

Yea, I know, you wonder what I'm all about, bartending shirtless at a gay strip club and yet telling you how this lady turns me on. Well, to me, a hot body is a hot body, whether it be male or female. Its all about sex with me and it doesn't matter whether its sex with a guy or sex with a gal its all good.

Granted, the accountant and I have not yet gotten together. Believe me, I have dropped hints galore. I, like many employees here have hired her to do our own finances. She has already made plenty of money for me. I've tried to get her to go out to dinner, to dicuss my personal finances, but she always requests we meet at the club.

I walked over and set a cup of coffee down in front of her. Giving her my usual gretting, my usual sexy smile. I watched from the bar as she set her computer up, getting ready to work. I felt my cock jerk as she let her hair down. Damn I thought to myself, I bet she is one hot lady in bed.

Having made sure all the patrons had full drinks I walked over to the booth. "Mind if I sit" I asked as I moved in, not touching her, but most likely in her space as one would say.
 
Barbara

I was deep into the weekly accounts at Exstatic, my brow furrowed as I concentrated on entering the data correctly into my laptop. I looked up when the bartender came back and slid into the seat. He's an extremely good looking man, and I am not blind, even if I do need reading glasses. He obviously works out, he stomach is flat and hard. But he isn't one of those hormone-using bulked up guys, like some of the dancers are, but more lenghthy muscles that comes from hard work. I wondered what he had done before the bartending job. He reminded me of those pictures one sees of construction workers or cowboys in the calendars hanging on the walls in the back office of the clubs. He was hot, but he knew it. And that had a way of turning me off. I didn't know if he was gay, bi, or straight. Considering how many times he has asked me out,I am guessing straight or bi.

My problem with him, besides that fact that he thinks he is gorgeous, and he thinks I should think so, is that he is into casual sex. Given the fact that this is basically a sex hook-up club, there is a lot of people that come here and go home with a lot of other people. All that multiple partners stuff makes me nervous. Don't get me wrong, I am not a virgin, but I am not promiscuous either. I am very careful about how I choose my partners. There are just too many different diseases out there, and most of them are not easily cured.

So, while I enjoyed the eye candy available, and at times regretted that most of it was gay eye candy, I wasn't shopping for a "wham bam thank you ma'am" experience.

So, I smiled and thanked him and said, "Thanks for the coffee." Then turned back to my computer. I still had another half hour of billing to do before I printed out the weekly pay checks.
 
As usual, she pretty much ignored me. Thanking me for the coffee before returning to her work. I had no idea what would get this lady going.

I sat back in the booth watching her body as she worked. They way her hair fell was like an invitation to kiss her neck. I knew better of course, unless I felt like getting slapped that is.

Maybe she is into women, I thought. That would kind of make sense, I mean, working here with all the gay men. Maybe that's why she never accepted my invitations for dinner. Maybe I'm just not good enough for her, in her eyes. Maybe, to her, I am just a bartender at a gay bar, no future in her mind. That might be it, I could understand that, but shit, the fun we could have.

My mind got distracted when one of the strippers came over in his g string, letting me know a few of the customers were getting thirsty. I noticed her eyeing the stripper. I got up, telling her I would be back, and headed towards the bar.
 
Barbara

I saw the look of disappointment in his eyes, and felt a little twinge of regret. But not that big of one, I knew he would be back. He had been hitting on me for months. I couldn't decide if he was that sure of himself or that unsure of himself. I didn't know why he kept coming back no matter how many times I turned him down. We had done this so many times it was becoming part of a routine.

He just didn't seem to be much more than eye candy, fluff inside and out. He flirted with everyone in the bar, which is not a big deal, but I had seen him slip out during his breaks with different people on a regular basis. I suspect he is one of those guys that don't care where they stick it as long as they get off.

Tomas, one of the strippers, stopped by to remind him that he had a bar to tend. I smiled at Tomas and we spent a few minutes talking. Tomas is one of those Latinos with those dark eyes that melt your insides. He and one of the bouncers, Jake, had been seeing each other seriously for a month. A month is a long time for a relationship for the people in this club. Last night, Tomas had upset Jake so he was looking for ideas for a make-up gift. We talked about flowers and candy and jewelry. Then Tomas was due up on stage and left to get ready. As he walked away I watched. So did every other person in the area. Tomas attracted attention when he walked toward you, but people strained their necks to watch him walk away!

The bartender got busy with customers and didn't get back until I was almost finished for the week. My computer was already packed up and I was sorting out the paychecks and putting them into envelopes when he returned. I admit, all the guys in this club were extremely fine looking and even though I knew them all and had been coming in for months, there were a few of them who could still make me sigh in a very feminine way. The bartender was one of them. As he walked up to my table, I looked up to see him and gave that exact sigh. I wasn't planning to sleep with any of them, but the scenery was certainly a job perk.
 
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From the bar I watched her. She definitely kept a close eye on the bodies of the strippers as they walked by. That meant at least she was interested in the male form. I just had to figure out a way to show her I was not just some guy with no future, that I had a head on my shoulders. Well, at least that's what I thought I needed to do. Maybe, though, what would really turn her around was two guys at once, maybe that was what she desired. I made a mental note to myself to talk to Tomas sometime about her. They seemed ot hit it off quite nicely.

I tended to my bar, mixing drinks, checking out the patrons. Making small talk with them, doing my best to sell the place. I would, in an innocent way, describe just a bit about the strippers, just enough to keep the customers intrigued until the show would begin. Pointing out differnent attributes of the strippers as they walked by, giving the customer my magic smile when I described something. The one thing I realized about this job was how turned on I got everytime I worked. Damn, all the talk about sexy bodies, seeing all the half naked bodies, it all just got me going. I was hoping the bulge in my pants was not getting to obvious.

I glanced over towards Barbara and noticed she was packing up. Damn, another opportunity blown I thought to myself. I walked over to the booth and while picking up her finished cup of coffee I looked her in the eyes and said, "All finished for the week, Ms. Samuels? Maybe you would like to stick around for the show this time."
 
Barbara

As the bartender picked up the empty coffee cup, he looked me in the eye and asked if I was interested in staying to watch the next show.

"Who is dancing?" I questioned?

I figured if it was one of the better dancers or someone new I might stay, but hanging out in a bar all night wasn't really all that appealing to me. Thinking it might be someone new I considered the idea without actually committing myself to anything.
 
Sioux

I had just finished explaining to one of the patrons at the bar how I got my name Sioux. Its a story I often tell when I see a new customer, one who normally would not be caught in a male strip joint. It always seems to make them laugh and stick around a bit longer. For all the times I was kidded as a child with that name, it sure seemed to help me in this job. Of course, I have expanded on the story just a bit over the years.

Anyway, I had just finished the story when I saw Barbara walk up. I asked her if she wanted to stay and watch the night's show. I had often asked her to stick around and she always politely declined the invitation. Tonight though I knew the new dancer, Joey, was to be performing. He was a hot one, not a gym rat by anyway means, but he had all the right muscles in all the right places and his tight little body showed off nicely.

I pried my eyes from her beautiful breasts, forcing myself to look in her eyes, "Ah, well, tonight there's this new dancer, his name is Joey, I think you might enjoy him, uh watching him," I stammered. "Could I get you a drink? It shouldn't be lng before the show starts."
 
joey

I had only been stripping for a few months. It had sterted out as a joke really! Myself and a few budies had been at club downtown..in the gay district..i at the time was not aware that there was a 'gay district'; anyway. We had gone into a club that was incredibly packed, wall to wall standing rom only type of packed.
I wondered what the entertainment was going to be with the size of the crowd that had gathered.

The music had begun and a dancer had appeared on the stage, only it was a male dancer, i had never before realized that we were even in a gay club. I looked around and sure enough "men" albeit goodlookin men were eerywhere.
I looked around for my friends to inform them of this discovery only to observe them locked in n embrace with each other.
"What the fuck", i musta said a little loudly, "all these people here to see a bunch of fags take thier clothes off'"

Suddenly i fouund myself back up agaist a wall surrounded by about 3 guys, big guys! "I didn't mean anything ",i stammered "i was just surprised is all"
The three of them gave me a choice then
!) they would each show me how they felt about my fag comment, or
2) i could get up on the stage and take off all my clothes

Needless to say i took option number two.
I asked the music guy to play Tom Jones :Leave Your hat On--initially i was a little hesitantbut when the crowd started to get into it so did i..i was a good dancer and had spent a lot of time as a gymnest, the moves were just extebnsions of that..using the bars and poles in all the right suggestive ways..the one thing that had surprised me was that i had gotten hard as i was dancing..the only hands on my body had been male!!
Now here i was abut to perform at a new club..gay club and i had openly applied for the job..i was already hard.
 
Barbara

When Soiux told me that there was a new dancer, I figured I would hang around until his set was over and introduce myself. After all, a client was a client. With a little luck, he could be talked into starting an account with me. Maybe that new loft would be mine in five months instead of six.

Sliding onto the corner bar stool, I tucked my laptop behind the counter and settled in to wait for the show. When the music started I looked up at the stage with a smile of expectation. If he was really cute and a good dancer this crowd would pile on the tips.

"Wow!" I said quietly, 'This Joey guy is a fantastic dancer and very cute." I smiled as I saw the excitement surging through the crowd. As they pushed closer to the stage, I caught Sioux's eye and grinned. We both knew that this kid was going to be good for business. His music was upbeat, some Billy Idol tune, and I couldn't keep my foot still, my knee moving as my foot kept time with the hard bass drum rhythm. The music was loud enough that it spilled out onto the street and as it attracted more people into the club, Joey's movements got wilder. It was obvious that he loved to dance and loved a crowd. Although I wasn't one to check out every crotch that passed by, it was too obvious to miss that this man was aroused by what he was doing. I smiled. I assumed he was gay, and figured he would have no problem finding a partner tonight. In fact, one guy was calling out his cell phone number. I shook my head, half the guys in the club were writing it down.

When the show was over, I waited as Joey came down off the stage. Wiping his face off on a small towel, he made his way across the room, working the patrons like he had been doing it for years. When he got to the bar, he slid onto the stool near me and ordered a water with a lime twist. Then he turned and smiled a thousand watt smile at me which made his entire face light up. I blinked twice before I realized that he was saying something.

"Are you Barbara Samuels?

"Yes," I replied wondering how he knew me or how he realized that I was that person. There were four or five women in the club although none of them were sitting alone like I was.

"Cool, I heard you were the person to see about setting up some financial accounts."

"Yes, I work with a lot of the employees here. Setting up accounts, CDs, IRAs, tax tips, etc. Would you like to discuss some of your options?" I asked in my best professonal accountant tone.

"Yeah, when I heard what you were doing with Sioux and some of the others, and the kind of portfolios they were building, I knew I wanted to hook up with you. When can we meet?"

"I am free Wednesday night if you would like to meet. Perhaps at Tony's down on Sixth Street? It is a quiet restaurant and we can talk and eat, before you have to come to work. Would that work for you?"

As he got off the stool and walked towards the stage for his next set, he called back, "Wednesday at 6 at Tony's. It's a date!"

I smiled at his joke knowing it was to entice the male clientele into finding out his sexual preference, and gave a short wave acknowledging that I had heard.

Then I leaned over the corner, grabbed my computer, gave a quick wave to Sioux and headed out the door. I was tired and my work day was over.
 
Sioux

I watched the new stripper, Joey do his preformance. Damn he had a hot little body. He knew all the moves and looked so sexy up there on stage stripping off his clothes. His cute little face would look so hot btween my legs and thats where I intended it would be soone or later. Nothing like a blow job from some cute stripper during break time. It was pretty well known in the club that I expected some hot oral action from time to time and it was also known that I didn't reciprocate.

I watched Barbara and it was clear she was equally intrigued by Joey. He finished his dance and wandered over towards the bar. His cock barely hidden by the thong he was wearing. As he spoke to Barbara I got a great view of his ass.

Before I realized it Joey had set up a date with Barbara. Shit, I thought to myself, how the hell he do that, she has been turning my down for months. Before I had a chance to say anything she was out the door and Joey was headed back onstage.
 
Barbara

Wednesday afternoon, I got a call from Joey. He had to come into work early to cover for someone and would I mind meeting him at Xstatic.

So at five o'clock and hour earlier than I usually came in, I walked through the doors. Looking around I saw Sioux in his usual place at the bar and a couple of the regular folks that were familiar to seeing me there. Sioux looked up surprised to see me. I stopped by the bar and slid on to the stool to wait for Joey to arrive. Souix brought a cup of coffee over. "Problem I should be aware of?"

"No, I am waiting for Joey. We had arrangements to meet at this time, " I said looking at my watch. "I am sure he will be here soon. He said he had to work earlier than usual tonight and asked that we meet here. When he has to go to work, I will start doing the billing for the week. Is that all right?" I looked at him as I asked, letting him know that I take my work with Xstatic serious.

I slid off the stool and went to the booth and set up my computer while I waited for Joey to appear. One of the regular patrons gave me a wolf whistle and I waved in response, acknowledging that I looked a little more dressed up. I figured since Joey was a potential client I should give him my version of dressed up. So I put on a pair of black slacks and a red button down blouse. It wasn't as comfortable as my jeansand t-shirt but it looked dressier and more "Hi, wouldn't you like to be my client."

I was working on the billing when Joey walked in.
 
When i got the call from the club to come too work early i was initially dissapointed. I had been looking forward to meeting with Miss Daniels, whom i thought was sexy as hell, but she seemed unaware of it. I loved the way she walked into the bar , just ecsuding sexuality and a 'go fuck yourself ' attitude.

She had agreed to meet me at Xstatic an hour before i was scheduled to go on. When i arrived i saw Miss Daniels and Sioux chatting up at the bar.I wondered whether or not there was anything between them..i knew he had the hots for her, he had as much told me that when he had iitially encouraged me to apply for a position at the club.

Seemed to me the feeling must be somewhat recipricated as you could sense the sexual tension around them.

I waited untill Miss Daniels had settled herself ino the booh by the bar before going n=into the club. I stopped by the bar first and received a 'once over' and a soda water..lemon twist from Sioux.
Fuck man what was it about that guy..i always seemed to get a little 'turned on' when i was around him and i was straight!

I slid into the booth beside Miss Daniels, our thighs brushing..i wanted to be able to see the paperwork..( and down her shirt), i glanced down and was rewarded by being able to see the top of her sexy mounds, her nipples barely covered by the sexy light pink bra!

I could feel the heat of her body where our thighs touched..i reached down to adjust myself, accidently running my fingers along the inside of her thigh..
" oh sorry, i......"
 
I was at my usual spot behind the bar when Barbara walked in. She explained why she was early. I was happy to hear their "date" would be here where I could keep an eye on them.

I'm gonna have ot speak to Joey about her I told myself. Maybe, just maybe they both would be up for a little threesome.
 
Barbara

I slid over when Joey arrived, pushing the paperwork I had been doing to the side. He was sitting so close to me that our thighs were pressed against each other. It felt a little too personal to have him that close but there was no where to move so there wasn't much choice other than to sit there with his body heat heating mine.

I had discovered that after working here a month or so, I could immediately figure out, just from looking, who was gay and who was straight. I am not sure what it was that made the difference but it was subtly there. I knew when I first saw Joey that he was straight. Although he has to be the only straight male dancer in a gay bar. Why he wasn't dancing at one of the strip clubs for women down on Highland Avenue, I didn't know. He would make a ton of money there. Although, I remembered from last week, the gay guys didn't seem to have any problem sticking bills into his gstring. Sioux was the only one that I couldn't read. I figured he was bi, he definitely took both men and women to the backroom, so he pretty much had to be. His sexual inclinations were his business and I never commented on it to him.

I began to explain to Joey his various options for a retirement plan, when his fingers slid along the inside of my thigh. I jerked in reaction and he apologized immediately. I wasn't sure how apologetic he really felt so I gave him a stern look and went back to talking. He looked over his shoulder at Sioux, who seemed to be glaring in our direction. I like Sioux, he is a nice guy and a great bartender but I don't really get him. He comes on to me as if I was the last chance at happiness he will ever have, and at the same time, he is busy in the pants of every male and female that cross the threshold. I don't understand why he thinks I would sleep with him and just be another notch on his proverbial bedpost. As far as I could tell Sioux didn't need a bed. All his action seemed to take place in the back room. If there is one thing a woman doesn't want to see her prospective date do, is enter the backroom with someone, um make that everone, and return five minutes later doing up his pants. If I were going to let Sioux in my pants, one he would have to give up the others, and two, he would have to take more than five minutes. On that amusing thought, I returned to my explanations and Joey turned away from Sioux's glares.

It was time for Joey to go to work by the time we had signed him up for a 401K, and filled out his quarterly tax forms to cover his salary and tips. He was surprised to see how much of his tips he could keep. I know a lot of people think that it is a waste of money to report their tips but I like to show them how keeping the IRS happy meant keeping themselves out of the IRS audit radar. That usually worked and they signed on the dotted line with no more comments.

Joey leaned in and kissed my cheek thanking me for the help. I smiled at him as he strolled away to get ready for work. He is a nice guy, and being pressed up against him had certainly warmed me up. I could feel the dampness between my legs as I sat there working on the weekly reports for the club. I wasn't sure if Joey was interested in me or not. He was interested in seeing down my blouse. That was obvious, but interested in me, that I wasn't sure of. I thought if he were, it might be interesting to see what he was like in bed.

Sioux came over to refresh my coffee cup, his face set in disapproval. I wasn't sure what had upset him, but I had work to do. As he walked away, I had to smile. He looked like a little boy being told he couldn't play with his toys. Problem was, and that Sioux didn't get, was that I wasn't one of his playtoys. He had no claim on me at all. And as I saw him start chatting up the sister of one of the doormen, I thought, he wasn't going to get the opportunity to put a claim on me at the rate he was going. I didn't watch to see if they headed in back, it wasn't my business. I was there to work.
 
I watched Joey and Barbara interact. It was clear Joey wanted to do more than just business but, of course, Barbara was all business, as usual. I had to smile knowing Joey was not getting anywhere.

I went back to tending bar, conversing with the patrons and strippers. I was beginning to give up on Barbara. It was clear she was not interested in me and my sexual urges were too large to wait for anyone.

The doorman's sister showing up, offering me a bj in the back. I declined, the bar was picking up and I am not one to shirk my duties.
 
Barbara

"You are such a fool," I sighed to myself. I was unable to concentrate wondering if they had gone in back. I didn't know why I cared, I shouldn't. What was with this fascination with the man? Why couldn't I get him out of my mind? He was not my type. Yes he was good looking but so was every guy in every club I worked.

I sat with my hands fisted on my lap. "You will not look, if you do you will only be disappointed in him. Don't look." So of course I turned and looked.

My mouth literally hung open. Sioux was at the bar and Don's sister was at the door telling him goodbye. "Surely even Sioux wasn't so fast that he could take care of business in two minutes? He turned her down? No, this is Souix, he probably made plans for a later date or maybe he is feeling in a guys only mood."

Not wanting to deal with my feelings, I turned around and went back to work. The sooner I finished, the sooner I could leave. I needed to have a serious talk with myself.
 
I poured a tall glass of water with ice and lemon and walked over towards Barbara. "Not sure if this is to your liking or not, but you looked a little warm over here, working so hard."

I smiled into her eyes and saw a look I had not seen before. Iw asn't quite sure what the look meant, it meant something, just had to figure out what.

"Let me know if you need anything else." With that I turned and walked back towards the bar. Looking for Joey, wanting to let him know I needed to chat with him later about her.
 
Barbara

Calling myself ten times a fool, I was deep in thought, telling myself to get to work when suddenly Sioux was at the table. I looked up in shock, my mind still unsettled. He had asked something but it took minute for it to process.

"Oh, yes, thank you." I picked up the glass and took several gulps as Sioux smiled at me.

I could feel my body flush as he walked away again. This was getting to be too much. I forced myself back to work, only to push aside the mouse. I had just made two errors. I never made errors when doing my work. I got up and stretched. Walked to the bar, rapidly told Sioux I would be right back, knowing he would keep an eye on my computer, and headed for the door.

Outside, I leaned against the wall and took deep breaths under the concerned eye of the doorman. When I was calmer, I opened my eyes to reassure Don that I was fine just overheated.
 
Sioux

I watched Barbara as she stood up and walked outside. Either she was not feeling well or something or someone had gotten to her. I placed a call to the doorman, letting him know to keep an eye on Barbara.

I wondered what the hell that Joey had done to get her so worked up. Whatever it was I wanted to know. Not only to see if I could get her as flustered, but to know what he did that was so sexy. Damn, I might need to get him in bed too. I wondered if he had ever been with a man. He must have I thought to myself, is there a stripper around who hasn't has sex with both male and female?

I kept glancing between her computer and the front door, wondering how long she might be gone. I looked around for Joey but he must have been in the back preparing for his next performance.
 
Sitting and 'working' with Barbera was not an easy task!

I was unable to keep my mind on anything other than the fact that i was sitting so close to someone i found increasingly attractive.

The fact that she made herself unavaliable was of course an added motivator for me to pursue her.

I tried several subtle approaches while sitting at the booth with her..all the usual come ons but to no avail.

This woman simply did not bite..oh she knew exactly what i wanted and i believe she was interested but for some reason refused to acknowledge this.

I had a hard on the entire time i was trying to listen to her inform me about investments and tax breaks, security forms and stock options..i really didn't give a shit about any of it ,i mean i cared and i wanted to do the right thing but i didn't want to have to deal with it.

Then again the longer i listened the longer i was going to enjoy this hot lady sitting beside me!!

At one point i was so horny i actually let my hand drop under the table and ran my fingers 'accidently along her inner thigh...'fuck i thought she would at least acknowledge that, well she did sort of..glaring at me like a bad school boy'!

From time to time i glanced over at Sioux, he was watching us every time i looked, damn him ..whats up with that..probabaly the same thing i thought to myself..i'd be willing to bet that Barbera Samuels was the only person in the entire club that this sexy bartender had not slept with..present company excluded..i didn't sleep with guys and it was gonna stay that way!

Lost in thought i lost track of time and to my chagrin i had only 5 min to get ready before i was due on stage..fuck, i wanted time to jack off before dancing, when i didn't jack off the sexual stimulation was almost too much..now what...
 
I decided now was as good a time as any to go speak with Joey. I knocked on the dressing room door and opened it to find him standing in front of his rack of clothes, in a thong, his ass facing me. Damn what an ass he had too, I so wanted to go up and squeeze it tightly before rubbing my crotch against it.

"Hey Joey, you got a minute?" I asked. He turned around somewhat surprised I think. "Sorry man, hope you don't mind I just walked in, most of the guys have no problem with it. My eyes stopped when they reached his chest and abs, shit this guy was hot all over. My eyes traveled further down his body, the thong barely covering his cock. I wondered, is he exceptionally hung or is he hard? My reason for stopping in suddenly left my brain.

"Ah, shit, Joey, your gonna scare the customers away if you expose that monster out there." I smiled, wondering just what he would do now. Damn just standing in the dressing room with this stud was getting me hard as steel. "Don't ya think you should take care of it before your on stage stud?"
 
["Ah, shit, Joey, your gonna scare the customers away if you expose that monster out there." I smiled, wondering just what he would do now. Damn just standing in the dressing room with this stud was getting me hard as steel. "Don't ya think you should take care of it before your on stage stud?"[/QUOTE]



Damn it Sioux, don't you ever knock man?

I was immediately sorry for snapping at the guy, nobody knocked ,ever.

Hey sorry man i said, i just had that meeting with you know who and i'm horny as fuck!
I had intended to jack before the show but its running late so now i'm kinda stuck with it.

Sioux said not to worry about it, take the time i needed and he would stall the music guy.

Great, thanks man, i blushed, i er um guess i'll go take care of it then, i stammered.

Man i was still not used to how open everybody was regarding these sorts of things..Sioux just smiled at me, looking down and shaking his head.
.What man? i asked.

He left the room to stall the show.

I went into the shower in the back, turned it on and got in, the hot water on my body felt fine, and i was soon stroking my cock and thinking about Barbera, fuck man ,i needed this.

I still hadn't cum but was real close when i heard the door open and Sioux shout hey, Joey, your on in 10.

Shit, id better stop fantasizing and just do the deed then, i muttered to myself.
 
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