Miss La Pizza bumped and grinded her way over the stage, eventually pulling the left bra strap down her shoulder. The men started hollering even louder. She repeated it with the right one and the decibel level rose even more.
I thought I was going to go deaf from the cheers when she dropped the bra and revealed the pasties over her nipples, with the little tassels hanging down, like her breasts had just graduated high school.
I downed the last of my bourbon just as she was finishing her number. Mason was still sipping on his disgusting Bloody Mary...
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Beautifully told, Christopher. I see it all in my mind... and it’s getting mighty hot in there!
Christopher almost 3 years ago
Thanks, Neville.