After Matt, in all his leather glory, came deep inside the big-titted stripper, as Mary-Lou watched and her pussy exploded, the manager of the Raunch Ranch strip club came backstage looking for Mary-Lou.
Earl was angry because Mary-Lou hadn't been cleaning and doing her janitorial work. Seeing Mary-Lou standing by the wall, cane in one hand, mop in the other, wet stains all down the front of her sweatpants, he yelled "what the hell woman!?! Stop fantasizing! Get back to the backroom and start cleaning or else you're fired!"
Mary-Lou was both angry and scared: she was gripping onto her cane and mop to ensure she didn't fall. Sweat poured down her bald head and bloated face, dripping onto her teddy bear sweater.
Matt noticed Earl yelling at the old disabled woman and swaggered over to them. Mary-Lou drooled as Matt swaggered over: his muscular chest glistening with lube and sweat, his black leather armbands and collar ready to burst from the pressure of his huge arms and thick neck, his shiny black leather chaps creaking loudly, his perfect cock and huge balls swinging free, and his slick black cowboy boots pounding the floor, showing his power and dominance. He was coming for her!
Matt towered over tiny Earl and asked in his charming southern drawl, "what seems to be the problem now here sir?" Earl angrily told him that the club's new cleaner was not doing her job. "She's doin' just fine, Earl, don't you worry" Matt informed him as he winked at Mary-Lou. Matt then suggested that Mary-Lou should be his personal cleaner for his dressing room and said, "Earl, sir, let Mary-Lou clean my dressin-room? You know how my dressin-room, leather gear, and boots is always covered in cum, needin' good cleanins!" Matt slapped him on his shoulder and laughed again. Earl shrugged, replying "yeah, Matt, you need a cleaner for your dressing room. Okay, Mary-Lou's duties are now to clean your dressing room." "Yee-hawwww" Matt laughed, tipped his black leather cowboy hat in thanks to Earl, and then told Mary-Lou to follow him as he swaggered off.
Mary-Lou almost began to cry: Matt stated that she was his! He had announced to that she was his wife whom he loved! They stood side-by-side, like a bride and groom, as Earl officiated the wedding! She was now married to the man of her dreams!
Matt swaggered ahead of Mary-Lou, his slick black cowboy boots pounding the floor, tipping his black leather cowboy hat to the other strippers that he passed, and then disappeared into his dressing-room. Mary-Lou couldn't keep up with his manly pace because of age, weight, and mobility problems; she hobbled as fast as she could with her cane, panting with each troubled step, sweating profusely. Her legs and back were aching like crazy with every hobble. But she didn't care: she wanted to get to Matt's dressing-room and be alone with him right away.