"Take this girl to the back room and giveher something more interesting to wear." He laughed. Shesighed and took John's arm."Come on honey." She said,... smacking her gum.They walked to the back room, past a series of doors to asmall room labeled 'Dressing Room'. They walked in and Johnsaw rows and rows of costumes for the dancers. Flame walkedover to the rack and pulled out a few outfits."Try these on." She said, throwing them at John.He walked behind a small curtain and got undressed. Therewere. Handlebar moustache, check shirt and tight jeans. He would have been mid-forties and around six feet tall and very fit looking. He noticed me straight away and waved as I approached.He could see that I was struggling with my bag and strode towards me and grabbing it from my hand and tossed it into the boot of his car. He looked me up and down and whistled, asking me if I was really seventeen as he thought that I looked younger. I promised that the information he had been given by my friend was. He wanted me on my back, so I rolled over and spread my legs to let him mount me. His friends stood back and watched while he drove his stiff black pole deep into my quivering cunt. He was sweating profusely and it was dripping onto my breasts as he held himself above me and his pelvis smacked against mine in rapid sequence. His friends seemed to be getting a little impatient as they waited, but he told them "I'm tearing this shit up, so ya'll just finna wait."He continued to fuck me for quite. If this is what it is to be a woman, God make me a woman I thought.I ground myself down along his cock, then brought my feet underneath meso he had room to thrust that monster in and out of me. Then I slid offof him, turned around and was riding him cowgirl style. His handslifted my hips up on each down stroke then lowered me down his lengthagain and again.I collapsed against his chest, my tits crushed flat as he held me inplace and fucked me hard. Another orgasm was building inside me but.