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.
While everyone else was still catching their breath, Katie began a slow, methodical walk up towards the stage, as the man stood with his legs spread wide apart and his hands up on his head. He then began to move slowly from side to side. As he moved, his enormous cock swung to one side, bumping against his right thigh and then it swung in seeming slow motion, to the other side, bumping against his left thigh. Reaching the front of the stage, Katie watched the sheathed cock swing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...
After what seemed a good five minutes, the dancer leaned forward and kissed Katie on the cheek and seemed to whisper something in her ear. She then reached up, pulled the elastic on his g string and tucked the twenty dollar bill up against his hip. Still dancing, the stripper snapped his fingers three times and the lights went low. Katie finished rounding up her drunken friend and drove them home.
