I was working a Tuesday night and the club wasn't too crowded, I was making good money though and the guys were going crazy over my big bits and juicy... ass as usual. I have hooked up with guys that have come in before but this night was different. There were six guys in a group, all very good looking, two black and four white, they all wanted lap dances and I was happy to oblige. As I sat on the lap of one of the black guys, I could feel a GIANT erection from under his pants, I couldn't help but. I have to admit that what I felt was nice. I dragged my hands down along her sides to “ensure” that I spread the lotion well. As I did she jumped a little. I knew she was very ticklish. “Did that tickle?” I teased her. “Stop!” She responded with a voice that tried to be angry.I knew she wasn’t really mad, but just hated to be tickled. I then grabbed her on her sides with my hands doing a tickling motion. She was shocked and tried to stop me. She pushed my hands of her sides with HER HANDS.. Hedidn't have the potion brewing, but he could get one started right away.It would almost certainly work. If it didn't he'd make up some lie andbeg to be allowed to make a new one. But oh no! he would be out ofmaterials and need to buy more! If they just provided him with a littlemore money...It was a con he'd run before when one of his potions had not worked out.Only with certain marks though, but these ones didn't seem the violenttype."Perfect! And for our other problems?" Rel said."One. " Harris? I can hardly believe it of him!" Hal said, putting down his beer and assuming a very earnest look. "That doesn't sound like anyone in our group. Sure you have the right fellow?"Max vowed that there was no mistake. He was on the point of confronting Hal with the fact that he'd seen Harris outside not fifteen minutes ago, when Pris walked into the living room.She wore one of Hal's old shirts, the cuffs rolled halfway to her elbows, and not much else, to judge from the way her sharp.