I fucking love this part.
Maverick nods his head. "Yes, you. Come up here and join me, woman."
The crowd is screaming and clapping and urging her to get her ass on that stage.
Once there, Maverick sits her in a chair and thrusts his hips in her direction. He grabs a can of whip cream that he's been keeping on stage—it's one of his final moves—and he squirts some on her neck and collarbone. Then he leans in and slowly licks it off. Her face is growing flushed and it's clear that she's enjoying every minute of his performance.
That dude's an industry veteran—a fucking legend.
Don’t get me wrong. Even if these guys are built, it can be intimidating, stripping in front of a hundred frenzied women yelling, "Show us your Python!" But Mav’s a pro, and when he lowers his fucking g-string, they go fucking crazy.
That's what Python's does best. It's what we're fucking known for, pleasing the ladies. And tonight, I'd say we're doing our job well.
Almost too well.
A group of women are sitting around a table, and I notice that they've brought props. They're sipping their drinks from plastic straws in the shape and color of purple cocks, and they're wearing light-up tiaras with flashing cock LEDs.
Fuck, I love it.
I laugh out loud.
Don’t get me wrong, doll. I'm glad they're having fun. Everyone could use a little more fun and escape in their lives, right?
Especially nowadays.
In fact, once you're done reading about this place, fucking come on over. There'll be a complimentary guest pass waiting for you at the door. I guarantee you'll have the fucking time of your life.
There's always a good mix of broads here—some young, some old, some tall and some short. There’s some hotties. And then there are some plainer ones—according to society. I mean, I like all women. I think they’re all fucking sexy. Why do you think I made this club, anyways?
Anyways, fuck that. What I’m trying to say though, is that no matter what skin color or how much money these broads got, there’s one thing that makes them all the fucking same.
They're all looking for a good time.
I'm hanging in the back, leaning one shoulder against a wall, and surveying the crowds of women at each table and booth. I'm taking a mental head count. It's a full house, which means we're doing great business tonight.
Then one woman in particular catches my eye. As soon as I see her, that headcount I was just keeping gets erased as if my brain's a fucking Etch-a-Sketch and someone just gave it a quick and vigorous shake.
She's new. I haven’t seen her in here before.
And she's hot, that's for fucking sure.
Fuck. Quick and vigorous shake is what you need when you look at that fucking broad.
I’m serious. I’m not just being crass to be crass.
I mean, look at those fucking gorgeous tits. I just want to push them together and stick my cock in between them. Fuck.
That ass. Tight fucking ass. Makes any man want to slap it. Squeeze it. Spank it.
My cock is fucking twitching with its own fucking heartbeat just looking at her.
She’s got a slender body and a fucking tight waist. Golden fucking tresses coiffed beauti
fully.
If I don’t go over and talk to her now, my brain is going to explode.
But something else catches my eye—I can tell she's fucking confident. Like she’s casing the joint. Like she fucking owns this place already.