Ebony Beauty — II — Meet Miranda, Pamela and Gina

     Miranda was just a “guy” who loved the Ontario strip clubs. Of course, he did not go by “Miranda” until recently, but his given name is not as important as his driven aim.

     During the guy stage, he loved every stripper on stage. He was forever on his back while a very pretty, very naked, girl squatted over his mouth to retrieve that American dollar bill.

     He especially liked “golden” retrievers — naturally blonde pussies, that is.

     Or waxed-bare pussies. As long as the lips could lock onto the cash.

     He was on his back when he met Pamela. Rather, he first met her cunt, lips-to-lips so to speak, and the rest of themselves were introduced later.

     Pamela is the un-suspecting stripper.

     By weekday, she is a mild-mannered investigator for the great Canadian version of Immigration and Naturalization Services. She chases down illegal aliens so her liberal country can give them the three-year-free handouts they deserve.

     She can leap tall buildings with several bounds.

     Come Friday night, she is miles down the road (make that kilometers down the road), hiding from her co-workers and working for extra cash. She lets herself hang out on weekends at a classy Niagara Falls strip club where touchy-feely lap dances cost $20 Canadian (only about 13 U.S. bucks).

     For that pittance you can pet their nubile nudity wherever you want.

     Miranda as a guy was good-looking, goodly-spending, and damn good at petting. Pamela was mesmerized by his skillful, erotic dexterity of digits. She fingered him as a “keeper,” and asked him out on an after-hours date.

     Every guy’s Drew-Carey-style dream: to date a stripper! And she asked him out!

     They did their guy-girl thing for a few months until Gina happened to move her act into the club, her great ass act, that is. A great ass with a great act.

     The tits are great too. They should be, for the $20 grand they cost.

     Pamela simultaneously fell out-of and into love. She gave Miranda $80 and asked him to pretend it was all his idea and ask the new girl, Gina, to join him with Pamela for a two-song, two-girl lap dance.

     Those everyone should see.

     What the two girls do to each other is beyond your imagination; because it is so graphic and erotic, you don’t even have to use your imagination. Penthouse comes alive while sitting on your hard cock, albeit your still-clothed hard cock.

     Pamela knew she was instantly in love with Gina. After her face came up from Gina’s cum-soaked pussy looking like a glazed donut, she knew she had the taste for lesbian love.

     She sure liked what she licked.

     Pamela therefore also knew she was no longer in love with Miranda. She told Gina of the dilemma, and Gina by golly had the answer.

     It was just down the stairs.

     Down is where the guys are. And even though every male stripper in the world is a fag, you still have to be accompanied by a girl to see the choreography of exposed y-chromosome-types in this club.

     “You had your two-girl fun, so now it’s time you joined us for our two-guy fun,” Gina said to Miranda. He was kind of curious, and he followed them down, down, down, into the darkness with spotlights on dick, dick, dick.

     He was still hard from the two-girl lap dance, but he could not believe that he got even harder when he first laid eyes on what he really needed to be laid by.

     Showtime had just begun, and all twenty buffed and beautiful, well-boned boys were on stage. Individual spotlights were focused-on and following each hard sperm-rocket, all 20 of them, and all just 20 years old.

     Funny, the steno girls giggling in the audience never noticed that this would be the only time all night that the cocks got hard for them. See, they are not hard for the girls, but because the fag dancers just love prancing their pride side-by-side.