Stripclub, two horny kids, and us. Game 8
Here's the Mexican's plan. As we sat in their diner eating, the two owners, 60 plus, suggested where we go to continue our games. But first they bribed us. Show us your titties and we'll tell ya. Since Dollie's boobs were almost fully exposed and they'd already got a look, this part was easy.
"Across town there is a strip club we sometimes go to for fun because we don't have women of our own. For $10 I can spend an hour or more in a tiny room with one of those young strippers doing anything I want except doing IT. That's extra, the older guy said."
The boys asked the men "what's IT?"
The other went on to say "you know, fucking. You can probably all go in a room for $10 without a girl because you have your own."
One Mexican said "Just sit and order some drinks then wait until a girl makes you an offer. If they don't just ask."
Dollie and I told them we'd been going to strip clubs for over 25 years letting men fondle Dollie's tits. But we never went in those 'lap dance' rooms or shared her pussy in any way.
The Mexicans said "yea that's what they are, Lap dance rooms."
The kids, Slim and Joe, said they knew about the place but were too young before and too embarrassed now. Together we all agreed it sounds like a plan. We can rent one room and all four go in to play with Dollie. Even Dollie liked the privacy idea.
After all, we've always fooled around right out in public, worried about cops and other trouble. We've got nothing to loose. At least we can watch some young strippers, drink beer, and watch those young guys get embarrassed.
We finished our meals, Dollie 'accidentally' flashed her spread pussy to the diner owners as she slid out from the booth. Actually she had no choice, as the two Mexicans stared.
We paid, thanked them, and headed for the parking lot. Both old Mexicans said they wished they could go with us to the strip club. I promised we'd eat there again and tell them how it turned out.
The truck next to my car belonged to Joe. Since he knew where the strip joint was, I followed him there. Must have been 2:00 o'clock or so by then. Very few cars in the club parking lot. But some neon lights were flashing. It was open. Most likely the working girls, owner, or bar tenders.
From what I remember there were half dozen old guys yelling at a skinny stripper, two more scantily clad, serving drinks and teasing the old guys. Maybe the manager or bartender was behind a counter.
It was dark, smoky, and smelly inside. As we often saw in Illinois, all the girls looked 16 years old. According to them they were 21 to 25. All but one was built a lot like Slim, only with little titties.
We ordered bottle beer and watched the tiny tittied dancer take off everything except pasties and a G-string, typical strip club. We got our drinks and I told everyone to just sip and make them last. Don't want anyone drinking enough to get drunk.
The boys were scooted close to Dollie. They had her tits out before they got their beer. I told them they can't do that in here.
The barmaid said "yes they can."
One waitress/stripper cuddled up next to Slim and then Joe, sort of spending a little time with each. The guys would feel her tittie with a free hand and Dollie's with the other.
