“Well, my little bitches. Bitch, you going to earn tonight! You going to earn for me! Get to know each other because you are going to entertain at a... little party before we put you on the street!” he said, and he turned up his music.I found it ironic in a way that the song was called “Rake it up.” The old Foreigner song that started out our day without a cloud in the sky when we were having fun was titled “Break it up.” This was a rap song, and the lyrics were something like:Aw, this strip club. I was very excited, we both were. I thought it would be neat to try the lesbian thing out, to see if I could make her orgasm. Erin put her hands on my breasts and started to grope them. I kissed her again, squirming as she touched my sensitive nerves. “Let me give you a back rub,” she said. I nodded, and took my t-shirt off. I was getting really worked up, I laid on my stomach while Erin checked on her vibrator again. “This is taking forever,” she whined. I smiled, anxious to see if the thing. I pulled off my shirt and unbuckled my belt, taking in her beautiful form as I worked. I moved toward the bed, now clad in only my boxers when she suddenly sat up and put a hand to my stomach.She slid her hand down from my stomach to my crotch, gliding over my cock and griping it slightly. Amy leaned forward and kissed my stomach, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my boxers before pulling them down. I could suddenly feel her warm breath on my erection as she nuzzled her face up against. The lust to kiss in-between them, to taste her sweetness. Before I could blink she was lifting her dress over her head, I rose to my feet to help her. She tossed the dress to the side and began to help me with my blouse. She unbuttoned the first buttons, and the excitement in me burned. She looked into my eyes, bit her lip and gave me sweet kiss, unbuttoning the rest of them. Her breasts were volumpscuous and her lacy bra barely contained them, they'd easily be an E cup. Her whole body was.