Harold heard it from a friend, who had heard it from his girlfriend, who had witnessed the entire event. It was the girls' night out and the dinner's wine floated them all down the street to the local strip club featuring male dancers. With most of the group pretty drunk before they arrived, it wasn't long before the entire gaggle were screaming to the dancers and tucking dollar bills in their g strings. All of them, that is, except Harold's wife Katie, who unfortunately was the designated driver for the evening. Katie sat back, remaining aloof from the wild action her friends were stirring up.
After several of the acts, Katie had begun to round up the women, get them to pay their tabs and move out to her minivan when she noticed a tall black man walked out on the stage. She paused and just watched as the huge man, he had to be six-seven or six-eight, begin to gyrate. Unlike the other strippers who shook and danced about wildly, he moved in a slow, sinewy grind to the strains of an old jazz song. A few of the other women had stopped to watch, but Katie became mesmerized by the giant man.
By the time he had worked his way down to removing his pants, she had already rifled through her purse and pulled out a twenty dollar bill to tuck into his g string. Unlike the other men though, when this stripper pulled off his pants, he wore a g string with a long, sock like attachment that appeared to be filled with his enormous cock. Now he wasn't fully erect, it hung down as he danced, it hung down nearly to his knees and as the women figured out what they were looking at, a gasp ran through the crowd.
