"Looks like you really enjoyed that lap dance, huh? You, uh, discoveringuncharted territory in your old age?" Fuck you! Hahaha, you're the one that wo...rks here. I'm gonna buy you a lapdance from the hairiest motherfucker in this joint." Aw shit."So he ordered a lap dance from Joe, the hairiest motherfucker in the joint,and we headed back to the same booth.Joe ended up grinding on my face wearing a banana hammock a little bitduring the lap dance, trying to make the situation awkward. I. I had to agree and seriously I couldn´t gave a shit, at this time. After a while of talking (what for shure nobody cares) we started kissing (we both where not sober but also not shitfaced). The kiss got more and more intense and my right hand went up to her cheek and my fingers into her red hair and behind her ears, I kissed her jaw, down to her neck and her collarbone. She worn a black top where i started to glide under with my left hand. I felt her rips and her bra slowly went my hand on the. It would be described as a high class pick up joint but since it was Monday and only 8 PM when she arrived, the place was quiet. She seated herself at a table and a waitress quickly took her order for a dry vodka martini, straight up. As the drink was delivered she heard a deep voice behind her say, "May I join you pretty lady?" She turned and a very handsome black man stood there. She was somewhat taken aback about being approached by a black man but covered her. 'Stand up.' Surprised, she did as she was told. I unzipped her skirt and tossed it aside, then took off her blazer. She smiled, bent over the table again. The view was, if anything, more spectacular. Her reddened bottom, which I was convinced looked better than mine, was raised appealingly, and her long, stocking-clad legs looked wonderful as they strained against the table.I felt Jeff's hand on mu shoulder as he pulled me back towards the couch. Before I sat down I reached my hand into the.