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The air in the club was thick with smoke and the ringing
sounds of beer bottles and glasses echoed through the dim light. Paul sat at
the barstool drinking his sixth beer and waited patiently for his girl. He was
a smaller, slim man, powder-gray hair and had a large bulge in his pants that
the topless waitress snickered at.

“Happy to see me?” she smiled.

With a snarling growl, Paul burped and replied, “I’m waiting
for Mona,” then pulled a large wad of dollar bills out of his pocket reducing
the bulge.

The music thumped through the onlookers’ bodies as they
drooled uncontrollably at the dancers. Paul glanced at his watch and knew it
was her time to perform. He pushed and stumbled to the front table, wanting to
be close. He was always her most enthusiastic fan. He had been in the club a
few times before and one night caught Mona’s show. Since then he had been a
regular patron whenever she performed.

The lights dimmed to a spotlight and the slow groove of
Madonna’s “Take A Bow” pulsed out of the speakers. The stage was dark and empty
except for the spotlight. Mona eased her arm out from behind the curtain. Her
white full-length gloves covered her skin and she pulled them off, revealing
her blood red fingernails. She exposed her leg all the way to her smooth thigh
then stepped out onto the stage. She was wearing a white thong, white stiletto
shoes and a black silk wrap around her body. Paul smiled wide as his Venus
looked upon him. The chatter quieted as the other men caught a glimpse of this
vision of unbridled passion.

To Paul, she was his. She was his angel. She never expected
anything from him except admiration. That and a few bucks to let him nuzzle
between her large, full, real breasts. Even though most men become attached to
strippers after a lap dance or two, he didn’t want it to be something cheap or
perverse. He was truly smitten with Mona. He never crossed the line, even
though he had thought of asking her for a private dance. He respected her and
her artful way of dancing. Mona had become his ultimate fantasy. She was all he
ever wanted in a woman and more. He had followed her to all the local amateur
nights in the airport district strip clubs.

A trickle of drool ran down to his chin. Her body seemed to
flow like a wave as she moved across the stage. Everything was fluid. It was as
if she floated across the stage on a breeze. Every time she turned, the wrap
would reveal a little more of her perfectly tanned body. She saw Paul and
smiled wickedly and winked at him.

The wrap fell a little more, revealing her large natural
breasts. The men all smiled as she looked nastily at them. She grasped her
breasts and licked each nipple, teasing their minds. She walked up to the
wanton men and pressed her large breasts around their faces. One by one she
pulled the dollar bills clenched between their teeth.

Paul jerked at his pants trying to get his money out as she
pranced around the stage, giving the men a good look at her breasts and letting
them nuzzle between them. Paul, feeling excited, pulled out a handful of ones,
when she came over to him. Mona giggled and had him slip the money in her thong
and nuzzled his little head between her huge breasts, letting him breathe her
perfumed body in. She gently kissed his forehead and smiled.

Paul was in heaven.

The wrap was almost completely off and the crowd wanted to
see more. Mona bent over giving everyone a clear shot of her ass and the
tightening of her thong against her wet lips. A loud moan came from the crowd
as her glory was revealed. She threw her hair back and shimmied daringly,
pulling her thong down her legs and over her heels. She gyrated and rubbed the
fabric between her legs.

Mona licked her lips and smiled as she walked over to Paul
and handed him her underwear in exchange for a twenty dollar bill. Paul closed
his eyes and put the panties over his face to breathe her passion scent in. His
pants almost ripped loose at the crotch at the smell of her. When she bent over
in front of him showing her pussy, Paul lost it.

He stood and knocked his drink over with his stiffened cock.
He could feel his pants sticky and wet against his crotch, as he leaned forward
and buried his face in her muff. His tongue darted out and licked deeply inside
of her. In shock Mona stood up grasping his face between her butt-cheeks. Paul
grabbed her hips and frantically pulled back. Mona’s high heels tangled with
her wrap. She lost her balance and all 462 pounds of her wobbled, fell off the
creaking stage and crashed onto the floor atop Paul’s head. Paul’s neck snapped
from the force of the fall and his head got wedged into Mona’s anus.

It took three men to pull his head out of her ass.

When the EMT’s arrived, they found Paul lying face up with a
smile on his face and covered in feces.

“Oh My GOD!” shouted a paramedic, “that’s the Congressman!
Where’s my camera?!?!?”

The front page of the next day’s
Enquirer
had his
picture plastered on the cover with the caption “Congressman finally pulls head
out of ass at local strip-club.”

Nicole’s head pounded loudly and she rolled over in the bed.
The constant throb of a hangover was obvious. She wanted to keep her eyes
closed against the light and never open them. Instead she rummaged through the
clothing thrown across the floor trying to find her underwear.

Last night was a blur. She tried desperately to remember
what happened but it just became fuzzier. Her last memory was the beautiful
wedding and reception at the Hilton. She had a vague image of dancing and
talking at the bar with a guy. Her best friend had gotten married and she had
been a bridesmaid, again. The old cliché, “Always the bridesmaid never the
bride” fit her perfectly. She had been a little down about that.

Nicole squinted, trying to keep her head from pounding. She
wasn’t sure where she was but could see clothing lying over the chair and her
gown hanging up on the closet door. A light shone from under the bathroom door
and the sound of the shower echoed in the background.

She sat up, wobbling dizzily from the evening’s leftover
spins. Her eyes began to adjust to the dim light and she looked around the room
trying to focus on things. She noticed a strange discomfort as she sat on the
edge of the bed. Her ass hurt a little and she suddenly thought why. She
vaguely remembered having her face buried in the bed and engaging in anal
pleasures. She glanced at the floor and saw a pair of boxers and four glow in
the dark condom wrappers. She grinned at the wetness between her legs. Too bad
she didn’t remember anything!

Her mind started spinning as she put her head in her hands.
Feeling nauseated, she sat on the edge of the bed again.

Nicole felt the strain of her bladder—she needed to pee. She
stood up and staggered towards the bathroom. Tripping over champagne bottles
and flowers, she barely kept her balance and had to use the walls of the
hallway to support her.

The bathroom was brightly lit. Nicole squinted as she opened
the door and slowly wobbled in.

The steam from the shower helped to clear her head a little.
She sat on the toilet farting loudly. The steady release from her bladder made
her sigh as she tinkled. “Ahhhhhhhhh!” Nicole trembled as a chill of relief
swept through her.

“Is that you, hon?” she heard a female’s voice from the
shower.

Her stomach quivered and she let out an abrupt hissing fart
that burned her sore anus. With that, she sobered up abruptly, wondering what
the hell had happened.

“Don’t flush dear, I’m almost done here. Unless you want to
join me?” the voice giggled.

“Uhhhh, just a sec.” Nicole considered what she knew as she
jiggled her ass above the toilet getting the last drips of wetness off her.
What
should I do? Where did the condoms come from? How drunk was I last night? Is
this why I have this aftertaste in my mouth? Am I gay now? Why does my ass
hurt? Is the woman pretty? Does she have bigger boobs than I do?

Nicole was torn and also curious as to what had happened
last night. She had never done anything of a lesbian nature. Feeling that
whatever happened last night happened and she couldn’t change it, Nicole
decided to just go with the flow.

“You were incredible last night,” the mystery woman said. “I
hope you had fun too. You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

In a desperate attempt to seem like she had a recollection
of what happened, Nicole just agreed and sat on the cold porcelain toilet. Her
pussy was sore from whatever happened the night before and it irritated her
when she urinated.

“It was a new experience for me, that’s for sure,” she
finally said, trying to be convincing.

“Are you coming in here or not?” the mystery woman asked in
a playful tone.

Nicole stood up and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes
collecting her thoughts. She breathed out, pulling herself together and opened
the shower door.

As she stepped into the shower the woman faced away from
her. She had long blonde hair and a nice shape to her. Her ass was firm and
rounded like a teardrop. The small tattoo on the small of her back was petite
and feminine. She stood about 5 foot 5 inches tall and had olive-toned skin.

“Can you wash my back? I’d appreciate it,” she said, handing
Nicole the puff cloth. “After all,” she said slyly, “it’s your fault I hurt it.
“

Nicole, felt lost and confused. She crossed a line she
wasn’t sure she was ready for. Mostly she felt uncomfortable but still curious.
She couldn’t help but stare admiringly at the woman’s body while slowly rubbing
her back with the cloth and watching the bubbles trickle down to her ass with
the warm water. Nicole felt a sense of closeness and moved the woman’s wet hair
to the side and pressed against her body.

The woman turned her face to Nicole and leaned against her
body. “Hello again lover,” she whispered.

Nicole saw her face again for the first time. She had a very
pretty face. Nicole felt compelled to wrap her arms around and wash her perky,
small breasts with the puff cloth and soap. The feel of the slippery flesh
against hers became more arousing as the seconds passed.

Nicole understood how she could have been attracted to this
woman the previous night. She had a deep sensuality to her. Maybe there was
more to this. She could never stay in a long-term relationship with a man. She
always seemed to be able to talk to women more easily than men. But, she did
LOVE the feel of a man’s hard cock inside of her. That was one thing she could
never do without.

They kissed gently as the woman leaned her head back,
letting Nicole feel her breasts. She tasted the inside of Nicole’s mouth with
the tip of her tongue. Nicole seemed almost to mold to her. As the heat rose,
her inner desires and the unknown boundaries excited her in more ways than she
had ever imagined possible. Thoughts of another woman’s body rubbing against
hers. Thoughts of a knowing woman suckling her pussy the way men can’t. The
images shot through her mind, as she kissed this beautiful woman.

The woman’s nipples were erect and the water trickled off
the tips like a waterfall. Nicole’s fingers followed the colors and textures of
the mystery woman’s breasts and nipples. She breathed a long drawn-out moan of
pleasure.

Nicole ran her finger against the woman’s nipples and was
aroused by the deepened moaning. She noticed the moaning was coming from both
of them. This made it clear that the feelings they had were mutual. Nicole had
never touched another woman like this before but it seemed almost natural to
her. As the woman reached back to grasp Nicole’s ass, Nicole slowly moved her
hand down the front of her crossing a boundary she hadn’t crossed before, at
least not while she was sober. She knew what her own pussy felt like and having
a man touch her made her almost cum from a simple flick of a finger.

She felt the small patch of hair and twisted it in her
fingers and kissed her shoulder. Nicole began to salivate as she pictured
plunging her finger into the woman’s slick pussy, how she could rub the folds
of flesh between her fingers and feel her clit swell. She was being sucked into
this real life fantasy.

At first she wasn’t sure what she felt so she grabbed it
again. Either this woman had something stuck inside of her or Nicole had her
hand on a rather large penis.

The woman moaned in pleasure and Nicole grasped harder. The
woman turned around and Nicole gasped as she looked down to see an enormous
erect penis pointed at her.

“What the fuck is that?” Nicole shouted.

“Well it’s clearly a penis,” the woman answered, obviously
amused. “Don’t you remember? It was in every orifice you have last night…you
didn’t seem to mind then.”

“Good lord! I must have really been drunk last night. What
happened?”

They both dried off and Nicole sat listening to Samantha,
Sam for short. It seemed Sam was a she-male and a friend of the groom.

“Last night I sat talking to you at the bar. You were
drinking and picked me up at the wedding. I told you I was a she-male and you
dared me to show you my penis. You led me to the room and had every kind of
carnal pleasure known to man…or woman…with me.”

Nicole’s pounding headache returned and she felt extremely
ill. “Please tell me nobody knows about this. My family wouldn’t understand,”
Nicole begged.

“Well, you hiked up my skirt and gave me a blow job in the
cab after leaving the reception…” Sam paused seeing Nicole sweating. “But only
your sister and some guy named William saw it.”

The crowd was enormous and violent, while the music blasted
at a deafening level. It was by far the best Linkin Park concert I’d been to
that year.

I glanced over into the mosh pit below me and couldn’t
believe my eyes.
What a goddess!
I had to get a closer look. So I
thought, “What the Hell?” and dove off the bleachers and into the crowd.

After a few minutes the blood stopped and my headache was
dulling a little (the bottle of Rum helped too).

Now my only problem was to find
HER
amongst this mass
of bodies thrashing around me. After about three songs I spotted her going
around the outside circle of the mosh dancing and bashing about. She was a
vision.

I could tell that she was really into fashion. Spiked ruby
red and bright yellow hair shaved on one side with the word “BITCH” buzzed in, a
nose ring of a skull, lip ring, six or seven earrings with one attached to a
chain connecting to her other nose ring and black lipstick. The barbed wire
tattoo around her neck and the other tattoo on her arm of two roses intertwined
around the words “FUCK OFF” only accentuated her petite frame. She was wearing
a leather peek-a-boo bra that only partially covered her large, slightly
sagging breasts with two nipple rings that looked like handcuffs, a puke green
miniskirt, black fishnet stockings ripped to shreds and red cowboy boots. My
god, she was beautiful!

I figured the easiest way to get close to her was to join
into the inside circle of the mosh going in the opposite direction and speak to
her whenever we would meet. The only way to get over there was to go over the
top.

I screamed at the drunken skinhead in front of me, “DUDE, I
need to get into the middle of that mosh!”

“BODYSURFER!!!!!” the idiot shouted and three guys picked me
up and threw me into the air.

Now surfing over a crowd can be a very painful experience. I
had my balls grabbed six times, my eyes poked, ass pinched, wallet stolen,
shirt ripped before I was dumped into the mosh headfirst and my headache came
back. But it would be worth it if I could talk to her.

The inside of a mosh pit is a very violent and scary place
with all the pushing, punching, flying elbows and head-butting. But that wasn’t
going to stop me. I was on a MISSION!

The first go around I saw her coming around and yelled out,
“Hey Babe, you look fuckin’ hot!” I smiled and reached out my hand. She glared
at me and snarled. I didn’t see her fist as she clipped my cheek with a right
cross that made my face feel like it was gonna cave in.

She must work out to be that strong
, I thought as my
cheek throbbed in pain
.

Maybe it was my delivery?

Maybe it was what I said?

Well I’ll get another chance.

The second round I blurted out “Yo, Goddess, what’s your…”
Before I could finish my sentence, she kicked me on the shin with the point of
her cowboy boot, sending a lightning bolt of pain screaming up my leg and blood
streaming down to my socks.

I guess she didn’t care for that line too much either,
I figured when I stopped hobbling in pain.

Now I’m pissed. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Maybe that’s what
she needs. To be told what I want and that I won’t take any more shit from her.
Sometimes love is a bitch! She is obviously attracted to me because she has
touched me in a passionate way twice. So now it’s either put up or shut up!

As she came around again I limped over and grabbed her by
the nipple rings and said, “Listen,
BITCH,
I feel intense passion for
you. So let’s stop playing stupid fuckin’ games and get down to business. NOW!”

The last thing I remember was her grabbing my crotch and
digging her sharp black fingernails into my cock, then head-butting me.

The doctors have assured me that the operation was
successful. They assured me that there are a lot of men that have fathered
children with only one testicle. The reattachment went well also and if John
Bobbitt can do it I should be able to also.