"I thought this was an intermission," said Michael, nodding toward the four women dancing on stage.
The topless waitress delivered more beers to the table and outwardly flirted with Michael while she waited for him to pay her. I almost laughed at the way he stared at her tits while she counted his change. I had no doubt that it was an easy way to shortchange the customers.
Grayson seemed to have a smirk fixed on his face whenever I looked at him, which I was trying hard to avoid. I still couldn't believe what I had done… what we had done. What would Michael have thought if he had returned a few minutes earlier? The taste of his spunk still lingered in my mouth.
"I thought this was an intermission," said Michael, nodding toward the four women dancing on stage.
"Time is money," said Paul, raising his beer in a half solute and taking a swallow. "Speaking of money," he continued. "I think Grayson has something to tell you."
Grayson looked at Paul for a moment as if trying to recollect what it was. When Paul nodded, Grayson turned to Michael and smiled.
"Yes, Paul and I talked with each of the board members over the phone before coming over here tonight. They've all agreed to our suggestion to partner up with you."
Michael looked shocked when he heard the news. He had been working so hard on the deal for months, that I was expecting him to jump out of his seat. Instead, he appeared stunned.
"Really," he said, looking at Paul. "You decided that before you came here tonight?"
Paul grinned and confirmed with a nod. He took a sip of beer and turned to watch the girls on stage.
"That's great," said Michael, following his eyes to the stage. "Just great."
I put my hand on Michael's thigh and leaned closer. "Congratulation, Honey," I whispered.
"Thanks," he said, kissing me lightly on the lips.
I could feel Grayson and Paul watching us, but turned to watch the stage as the Master of Ceremonies announced the next act.
"You know you guys aren't the only ones who like to use power tools," he began. "We've found that the ladies here really go crazy over some of our heavy-duty equipment." The four dancers wiggled their bodies around him.
The stud that had dressed up as the referee in the last act came out clad in a g-string and a tool belt, and pushed a small circular platform containing a construction horse on wheels. Mounted on the crossbeam was a seat with a two dildos sticking up. The one in front was huge and the one in back thinner.
"Show them how it works, Roger."
Roger pulled a remote control out of the tool belt and pushed a button. The circular platform slowly started to rotate. He pushed another button and the front dildo started rotating slowly. He pressed another button and the back dildo did the same thing. The audience was laughing hysterically as he used another lever to increase and decreased the speed of the dildos. The final button he pushed made the whole seat vibrate.
"What do you think girls?" he called to the four dancers? "Who wants to ride this big boy?"
All four dancers frantically waved their arms to be chosen. The movement, of course, caused their tits to flail wildly in front of them.
"You guys are going to have to help me decide," he said, turning toward the audience. "Let's hear the applause for each of the girls and the loudest one gets to take a ride. I'll let each of them dance a little for you first."
"Okay, Ginger," he said to the blonde in blue g-string. The music kicked up louder and the spotlight turned on her. "Show 'em your stuff."
She was certainly bent on winning the contest as she danced across the stage. I looked over at Michael and saw him mesmerized by her moves.
"What do you think?" I rubbed my leg against his and broke his concentration. He pulled me closer and slid his hand back up my thigh.
"I think I can't wait to get home," he whispered.
I laughed and turned back toward the stage. So did Michael, but his hand continued back up my dress. I knew that Grayson would be watching again, but I didn't care. There were no secrets in the booth any longer. At least not between Grayson and I.
Ginger was interrupted by the announcer and the second dancer, a redhead named Bridget, who was given her moment in the spotlight. The men cheered louder for her as she played with her tits and pussy as she danced. At one point it looked as if she had two fingers up inside of her as she leaned over and bent her ass in our direction. Paul was whistling and Grayson was yelling out obscenities along with the rest of them. I looked over at him and he laughed, then looked down at my lap and winked.
I turned back to see the next dancer strut her stuff. Her name was Cookie, and she had tassels taped to her nipples that flew as she moved. We all laughed as she made them twirl in different directions. The crowd seemed to appreciate her talents, but she hadn't carried the applause of Bridget.
Finally, the fourth dancer, named Kitty, got the spotlight. She only danced for a moment, and then laid down on the stage and began to play with herself. The audience cheered her on. In a slow yoga-type movement, she wrapped her arms under her legs and brought them up behind her head and starting licking her own clit through the g-string. The guys went wild.
"Jesus Christ!" whispered Michael.
I laughed and shook my head. "Cute trick."
"No wonder they call her Kitty," laughed Paul.
Grayson moved over closer to me and whispered in my ear. "I bet you would purr if you could do that."
"I bet I would."
There was no doubt at that point that she was going to be the winner and the recipient of a ride on the power machine. Especially after she managed to sneak her tongue under the tiny patch of material and expose her pussy to the men. The Master of Ceremonies finally lowered the music and announced her the winner. The other dancers pouted off stage with him and left Kitty and Ralph standing on stage.
The stage lights went off and the room was practically pitch black. Michael, who had been casually playing with my clit, took the opportunity to shove two fingers up my pussy. I let out a gasp and then tried to stifle my response.
Erotic music blasted from the speakers and a single light came on showing the slow-turning platform. Kitty was knelt down and seductively running her tongue up and down the big dildo. The men whistled and cheered, encouraging her to suck it. She managed to work the whole thing down her throat while playing with herself. I squirmed beneath Michael's hand and he continued to play with me.
Kitty stood up and slowly straddled the horse. It was low enough to the ground that she would have to squat, or sit on her knees, for the dildos to penetrate. Roger turned the big dildo on and let it rotate at a slow speed. Kitty pushed her g-string aside and lowered herself seductively until the tip of the dildo ran across her pussy. The men yelled for her to sit on it. She teased them longer by letting the tip enter and then rise back up until the roar of the room was unbelievable.
Roger stepped up and pulled an oilcan out of his tool belt and poured it over the small dildo in the back. Kitty leaned forward and he squirted the oilcan at her ass a couple of times. The crowd roared with laughter. He turned it on to rotate it a couple of times and then turned it off for Kitty to mount. And mount it she did, along with the one in front… an inch at time as the music crescendoed.
She sat high enough off the saddle so that when Roger started rotating the dildos, the audience could see them turning. Kitty threw her head back and started to ride. She wasn't being quiet about it either. Even without a mike, you could hear her cry out as the fake cocks worked her pussy and ass.
I was getting really hot. I knew if Michael kept working his fingers inside me, I'd come. If only I could stroke my clit while he finger-fucked me. I reached my hand beneath the table and touched his, encouraging him to finger-fuck me harder. Since my hand was already there, I started rubbing it against my clit. Michael leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"Come on my hand while we watch this, okay?"
"I just might," I whispered, kissing him before we turned back to the stage.
The dildos were rotating faster, and from every view it looked as though Kitty was having a great ride. She squeezed her tits and then brought them up to her mouth and sucked the nipples as she road. That was a big hit with the crowd. Roger finally turned on the vibrating mechanism and Kitty went wild. She was screaming from one orgasm to the next and I couldn't stand it any more. I rubbed my clit faster until I felt another hand on top of mine.
It was Grayson's.
I looked over at him in shock and then glanced at Michael. He was lost with the activity up on stage only felt my hand over his and he pumped his fingers up inside me. I looked back at Grayson who winked at me and then turned back to the stage. But his hand started moving mine back and forth over my clit again. I didn't have to do anything then, but go along for the ride. Grayson worked my hand until I closed my eyes and came all over Michael's hand. He squeezed his fingers against my pussy and groaned as he felt the walls clenching them.
When at last I sat still, Grayson removed his hand and I squeezed Michael's. I moved it away letting him know I couldn't take any more. He put his arm around me and pulled me in closer and I closed my eyes and rested in his embrace.
Kitty was starting to collapse from what sounded like her twentieth orgasm when she finally gave Roger the signal to stop. One of the bouncers came from the bar area and picked her up off the saddle and carried her off stage to the loud applause of the audience. Roger pushed a final button that shot white cream from the two dildos. The audience roared in laughter. The Master of Ceremonies announced another 20-minute intermission and the dim lights came back on in the room.
"Are you ready to call it a night?" whispered Michael.
I nodded my head, yes.
"Well, gentlemen," announced Michael. "I think it's time for me to take my wife home."
"Did that last act get to you, Amy?" teased Paul.
"Well I know what I'm going to put on my Christmas list this year." The men all laughed as Michael and I slid out of the booth.
"I'll see you in the morning for our final meeting," said Michael, shaking Grayson's hand. "I'm glad to know we're going ahead with the plans."
"You bet," said Grayson. "It was lovely meeting you, Amy. Thanks for being a sport. We're a ruthless crowd."
"We certainly are," agreed Paul as he shook Michael's hand.
The men seemed as wild, if not more so, as Michael and I headed out of the club. I wondered what they all did after the women here turned them on. Did they need something to fantasize about when they made love to their wives?
The fresh air felt good as we crossed the street and walked toward the car. I couldn't wait to get home and make love with Michael. I knew it would be hot. When we got into the car, I sniffed to see if I could smell the remnants of Paul's cigarette.
"I'm surprised it doesn't smell like smoke in here," I said, putting on my seat belt.
"Well, we had the doors open most of the time," explained Michael.
"Good idea."
"Yeah, well… it seemed like it at the time."
We started to pull out of the parking spot when I saw two men exchanging money by one of the cars. I locked my door and pointed them out to Michael.
"Do you think he's dealing drugs?" I asked as we pulled out of the parking lot.
"Yeah, probably," said Michael.