We eventually pulled up undera flickering street light at a building where the smallsign on the door said *”Masajistas — femeninas”*.... We went in, finding a shabby waiting room which held asmall coffee table and a sofa. A door next to a barredwindow was the only sign of business, and Rogelio rangthe bell at the window. A middle-aged woman appeared,and he spoke with her in low tones and rapid Spanish.The woman looked at me oddly a couple of times, andRogelio turned at one point. " Still ashamed, I slowly walked across the carpet and stood by him. He remained seated on the edge of the bed. His cock lay swollen in its massive glory, displayed for my inspection on his open palm. My eyes were drawn to its lewd veiny shaft and darker, bulbous head. "Is this what you wanted to see, Melissa?" "Daddy, I-I'm... I'm sorry I was peeking... I... Uh..." "But, Melissa, is this what you wanted to see? It's okay, sweetie. Here, take a closer look if you want." "Yes, daddy, I did. Now, will you judge these women, please? They’re waiting for you to judge them ... and fuck them as they deserve.”I winked at Shelby’s mom and called out to a black woman in the crowd, one whom I didn’t quite recall at first, but who came running to me the moment that I called her. Before I knew what was up, the woman planted a damn good French kiss on me and knelt to start sucking me without being asked. My cock naturally became even harder in response to such attention, and I started running. But it’s enough to live on, enough to buy take-out and apparently the occasional egg, and I get the added bonus of knowing I’m making the world a slightly better place.Not that Marty’s strip club could be a much worse place.So yeah. Finding Marty suddenly short-changing me, that took me by surprise. I knew that tomorrow, I’d have to kick his ass for it, but I didn’t much feel like trekking back over town to deal with it tonight, and I didn’t want to go to sleep angry.Back when I thought I was.