Twisted

Dallas looked down at Eve again and shook his head. "You're such a flirt! Don't mess that guy all up."

"I'm just yanking his chain, baby. You know that. Just having some fun, that's all. Let's do this thing!"

Again Dallas paused and looked at Eve. She was pretty wound up tonight and he had a slight doubt about whether or not this was such a good idea. "Eve, listen, are you OK? Are you sure you're into this tonight? We can hold off and go back to the hotel; just you and me. I'd be fine with that."

Now it was Eve's turn to stop and look at Dallas. "Thanks," she murmured, "for always thinking about me, Dallas. I'm good though, really. Just a little nervous, so I'm overdoing to compensate. Give me a second to rein myself in, alright?" Eve took a few deep breaths and exhaled fully. She then took Dallas' face in her two hands and drew him to her lips. She kissed him slowly and softly until she felt calm and centered again. She slid her tongue from his mouth and stared into his eyes and nodded.

Feeling good and right, they entered the club, their curiosity piqued and their desire stoked. The pulsing beat of the loud music engulfed them immediately. The air felt warm and wet, laden with the scent of sweat and sex, and the place was packed. There was a horseshoe shaped stage in the center of the room with continuous banquette seating around the outside of it. There were dozens of poles hanging from the ceiling over the stage which looked like large pieces of twisted licorice.

As Dallas and Eve approached the center of the room they noticed hordes of scantily clad to buck naked Tgirls draped everywhere on the raised platform. Eve's attention was rapt instantly upon an exquisite creature who was totally nude and leaning up against a pole, her huge breasts adorned with nipple clamps. The chain which ran from clip to clip was long enough to hang to her crotch. Resting in the cradle of the looped chain was her very hard, very thick, very suckable, very real 8" cock.