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not put my mouth on a female customer’s pussy or allowed a man—with the
exception of Frank—to penetrate me in this crazy place. There’d also been a
little onstage foreplay with a few of the strippers to up the tips but that was
as far as it’d gone. Most of the strippers here engaged in girl-on-girl play in
their personal lives too—even all-out sex—but it had never interested me.
    Before now anyway.
    Maybe I should give it a try?
    Nah, I really missed Frank. Frank’s scrumptious cock was
what I longed for.
    I squinted my eyes and searched through the smoky room
toward the door where more patrons filed in. Men, women, transvestites, dykes,
you name it. They all came to fuck on the dance floor, snort a line of cocaine,
engage in threesomes and foursomes and more in the corner, at the bar, wherever
their horny genitals led them.
    But most came to see me.
    Whatever. It used to make my ego swell but not now. I needed
something more in my life yet I couldn’t pinpoint it.
    Damn my feet hurt in these stupid stilettoes. I slithered
around the pole and got on all fours to relieve the pressure on the blisters,
crawled toward Mr. Gag-Me Twenty Dollars and let my bare breasts dangle and
sway. He ogled my tits and licked the drool from his mouth.
    “Baby, you are so fucking hot.” His voice sounded nasally
and gruff. He swiped the back of his hand across the sweat on his upper lip and
inhaled snot into his sinuses.
    My stomach turned. Great. He had a cold or the flu or
something. Good thing I’d gotten a flu shot.
    There was no room to sit down and set my heels on either
side of his seat so I kneeled and bent forward, sliding my hands around his fat
neck. I winked at him. “Thank you, handsome. You’re not so bad yourself.”
    I pulled his head between my breasts and squeezed them
together. No way was I going to rub his germ-infested snotty face between my
legs like I did some customers. He’d have to settle for this. Boy would I ever
love to hold him here and smother him so he’d just die.
    While his muffled grunts of, “Ah Jazmine, Jazzy baby, I
wanna fuck that tight little asshole of yours” faded into the head-pounding
rock music blasting from the overhead speakers, I scrutinized the room again.
    Searching.
    Searching for something, someone. Other than being certain
about craving Frank’s delicious body and handsome face, I wasn’t sure who or
what else that urge could be.
    Then I noted a tall man passing through the door between the
two bouncers. He had dark hair. Yes, I could see that even through the smoky
air. Frank? Was that Frank?
    My heart skipped a beat and my pussy warmed. I pushed the
customer’s head from my chest and lay on my back, did a few enticing quick
splits in the air with my legs to stall while the man at the entrance moved
closer. When I grabbed the pole and dragged myself up, grinding my pussy into
the hard surface as I slid upward, the man moved nearer and my heart sank.
    It wasn’t Frank. In fact the patron wasn’t nearly as
handsome as he’d looked from a distance. Not even close to Frank’s breathtaking
handsomeness.
    Well crap.
    At least my timeslot on stage was almost over. Maybe five
more minutes or so. Hopefully my feet would hold out. Thank goodness I didn’t
have any private sessions lined up. My mouth was dry and my stomach growled. I
needed a snack and a cool drink. All I wanted was to go hunker down in the
break room and inhale a bag of chips and a Pepsi.
    Actually that wasn’t all I wanted. I’d trade those chips for
Frank any day.
    But that wasn’t happening. Ever. Never again.
    I let out a long breath, plastered on a seductive smile and
slithered toward my next subject. A woman. A mannish one.
    Why not? Even though she seemed sort of butchy it would be
an interesting break from all these leering men. Yeah, but still I couldn’t
understand why any woman who wanted a woman could go for this masculine type.
If you were a lesbian didn’t that mean you