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One of the bars downtown decided to have a special promotion to bring more girls into the place. Everyone knows that unless you are eating Buffalo Wild Wings or Hooters Wings that bars need women in the place to attract the men. After all, its the men who buy drinks for themselves and then also for the girls they want to hit on, so it’s plain economics. More girls means mean men means more revenue. And if a bunch of people end up getting laid, then its even better.

So this place decided to throw a “Ladies Night” and hire a couple of male strippers to come dance on the bar for an hour or so. That sounded like fun, and since there’s no place around here with male strippers, it was a good chance to live our own little Magic Mike Night – ya know?

I got three of my girlfriends to ride with me – they didn’t have to throw in for gas and they didn’t have to worry about finding a parking spot or paying an extra $15 each for a parking lot. No brainer for the money side, plus we get to know each other a little better and have some laughs together in the car before we get to the bar.

In the bar, it was packed with women. The bad news about that was that we all ended up having to pay for our own drinks. That almost never happens in a regular bar loaded up with guys. But since we were going to be seeing a show, that was OK this time. In fact, each of the girls with me ended up buying me a drink, since I had driven and paid for the parking so they didn’t have to.

The show was crazy fun. Two really buff guys showed up after a while and the DJ made some announcements and played some funky music for them to dance to. They walked up and down the bar, strutting their stuff, taking off their clothes, and teasing the girls who were clapping and cheering them on. Everyone was stuffing dollar bills in their g-strings and loving the attention.

After the show, the guys disappeared upstairs to a makeshift dressing room. It also happened to be the backup ladies room on the second floor, which only the regular patrons know to use when the line is too long for the two stalls on the main floor. I saw how long the line was and headed up the stairs. After using that toilet, which was in a little closet that had been converted to a stall with a flimsy lock on the door and its own light switch, I walked over to the sink that was against the wall across from the stairs. It had a metal locker room kind of mirror on the wall, good enough to touch up your hair but too blurry to put on makeup.

I heard a noise from around the corner, some bumps and muffled laughter. Just being the curious girl that I am, I quietly walked over and peeked around the wall to see what was going on. it was kind of a shock to see one of the male strippers banging one of the girls from down at the bar. I wonder how she got to be the lucky one? She was flopping around, back and forth on a bare mattress that was lying on the floor. He was on his knees, thrusting his cock into her hairy pussy. He had his hand under her ass and was pulling her hips up and toward him with loud slaps of wet skin slapping against wet skin.

The girl didn’t see me but I guess he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned and looked right at me, not missing a beat from his fucking. I was smiling so he smiled back, but then he turned away and slapped the girl on her ass. “Yee HAW! Girlie! We’re riding now!” He slapped her ass again and she pretended that it hurt, crying out, “Ouch!”

I watched them fuck for another minute or two, rolling around on that mattress, and then I went back downstairs. There were two more male strippers at the bar about to start their show, and I didn’t want to miss any of it.



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