I slid to the edge of my chair as I watched the two blonde women preparing themselves to go onstage. The dancer before them was still dancing, lying on her back with her legs spread and feet on the floor as she gyrated her hips in the air. Her g-string was pulled tight, so tight that you could see just the edge of her pussy lips and it seemed that with the next move she made, the sparkling fabric would disappear up her slit. Guys on the front row were shouting, "More, more, more..." as they tossed dollar bills at her.
Looking back to the twins, they seemed a bit nervous about their upcoming performance as they exchanged glances back and forth while watching the dancer's gyrations get more and more intense. Of course it was that very nervousness that interested me and I felt my cock harden, not from the gyrations on stage but the almost innocent nervousness of the twins.
The show onstage ended and I looked back to watch the dancer pick up the last of her tips and walk off with what looked like fifty or sixty dollars. Several of the guys up front were begging her to come back, but her time was up.
"She made a lot of money there," I said to Mike.
"Nah, that's just pocket change, she'll make the real money later."
"Later?"
"The lap dances, that's where they can really milk a guy for the tips. Of course the cash she makes onstage helps; they normally figure if they pay off the buy in on their first show, it will be a good night. Of course for the feature girls, it's all pretty much profit."
The stage lights went dark and the announcer began: "And now for the gentlemen's and the ladies' entertainment, I'd like to introduce a couple of young ladies who would like to dance for us. That's right, if you love them, we bring them back for you. Let's hear a generous welcome for the Carousel twins, Sky Blue and Cloud."
The lights flashed and the twins moved onstage. They slowly began to dance, their movements were tenuous at first, but they seemed to fall into the beat of the music very nicely.
"Yeah, I'm going to enjoy this," I thought, adjusting my crotch. One of the girls had removed her blouse to expose a lace, white bra, that seemed about to snap apart. Her beautiful tan skin was just beginning to glisten in the lights and I couldn't wait until she removed the bra to show what had to be an incredible tan line over her breasts.
"Here you go, Star, I'd like you to meet Marc," I heard Ray say. I looked up in bewilderment at the woman who had just left the stage before the twins began dancing. "Marc, this is Star," Ray continued, as I glanced back to the stage to see one of the twin's back. The white stripe of skin against her dark tan called me like a beacon. Damn, I wanted to see her breasts.
Star pulled my hand and motioned for me to follow. Mike and Ray smiled proudly as I stood up and followed her toward a back room. On the way I was able to catch a glimpse of two beautiful white breasts, before I stepped into the other room.
I slipped into a chair as Star slowly removed her robe, exposing her nicely formed but obviously altered breasts. As much as I wanted to be indifferent to the sculpture before me, they were magnificent, altered or not and as she leaned forward letting them dangle enticingly above me I moved my hands to grab them.
"No, no... I can touch you, but you can't use your hands," she said, in a mockingly stern voice.
