It had seemed like a great idea at the time. Why hit the bars,
blowing money in each one until he found a girl who was in the
mood, when there was one place sure to be stocked with horny
women? If he had known what he would experience...

He got to the male strippers club shortly before closing time,
set his two-door in the lot not far from the front door, and got
out to lean against the car and wait. He wore his best silk shirt
and a pair of skin-tight leather slacks. A faintly menacing smile
played across his lips as he waited.

Sure enough, the doors opened and a stream of women came out,
talking, laughing, giggling, in twos and threes and larger
groups. Some passed by him without a glance, others stopped
briefly admiring his car, or tossed a lewd comment as they went
by. "New in town, sailor?" "Is that sausage for display or for
sale?" That last comment hit home -- most of the women coming out
of the club were well-built, and the tightness of his crotch was
starting to hurt.

Just as he was about to give up the idea, three women stopped to
talk. "Hey, guy," said a strawberry blonde in a blousy sweater,
"waiting for somebody to get off work, or would you be interested
in a private show?" This was what he had been waiting for! "Well,
I might be interested... where would the show be?"

The blonde went back to her friends, a tall redhead and a petite
one. The tall one was wearing a mannish suit, while the smaller
one was in a peasant blouse and skirt. He hoped they would decide
quickly - he had definite plans for all of them. Soon enough the
blonde returned. "It's too complicated to give you directions, so
we decided I should ride in the car with you and follow my
friends. I'm Ginny. Shall we go?"

He grinned, executed a formal bow, and opened the car door for
her, then got in and started following her friends. "Have you
been at the club long?" she asked. "Not very," he replied,
thinking "this is great - they really think I'm an off-duty
dancer!" He turned toward her to continue the conversation, and
saw her squeezing her breasts through her sweater. "Don't lose
control, friend, I'm just keeping the fires burning here. I hope
you can ... follow the warmup act!" The thought reminded him of
his cock, swollen and constricted in his pants. He winked at her,
suppressed a groan, and continued to follow the other car.

They arrived at a nondescript suburban house. The shorter redhead
got out of the lead car and opened the garage, where they parked
both cars. He followed them in through the kitchen to the living
room. The tall redhead, who introduced herself as Sandy, fixed
drinks all around while her shorter counterpart, Meg, busied
herself arranging the furniture. Ginny put some music on the
stereo, and announced "All right, ladies, the warmup show will
now begin. You know the rules!" -- and with that, grabbed him by
the arm and started close dancing with him. She was a good
dancer, too; they did a two-step followed by a salsa move that
could have been on Bandstand - or Dirty Dancing. Just as they
started to move into a vertical bop, Sandy cut in. While not as
good a dancer as Ginny, she could definitely swing her body, and
with her jacket off he could tell there was a good body there to
swing. Sandy was quickly replaced by Meg, and the height
difference became a turn-on as her breasts rubbed across his
belly, too close to his crotch for comfort and yet too far for
satisfaction...

The music came to an end, and Ginny said, "We have an outfit we'd
like to see you in, if it's okay." At this point, he would have
been glad to dance naked. "If you'd follow me back here, I'll
show you what we have." She led him into a stark room with bare
walls, a low bench, a bed and a closet. On the bed was a tux
cutaway jacket, tux shirt, black slacks with a matching set of
suspenders, and something that looked like bikini briefs, but
with string ties on each side of the waist. She left while he
stripped and put on the outfit. The "briefs" were just a thin
piece of silky material in an hourglass shape, with barely enough
elastic in the border to hold his cock without it spilling out.
There were also a pair of thin black slippers, which he put on
without socks. When he went back into the living room, the lights
were down except for two ceiling spots aimed at the center of the
room. He started "strutting his stuff", doing moves he remembered
seeing at the ballet and some from TV -- the music was fast rock,
and he spun and twisted as he got into the mood.

With the lights trained on him, he couldn't really see the girls
just outside his area, but they cheered him on as he removed,
twirled and tossed the tux jacket. The music turned to Pink
Floyd, Yes and King Crimson as he attempted to keep up the pace
he had set. Those hours at the health club were paying off now,
and he wanted to keep his audience happy. He undid one button of
the shirt at a time, finally removing it completely to loud
applause and whistles, and swinging it at arms length, feeling it
brush against each member of his audience until he let it go. A
voice (Ginny's, he thought) said "All right, now, let's really
get to it!"

He did poses, ballet leaps, kicks and turns for a short while,
but knew these women wanted more. He started doing the twist in
one spot, pulled the zipper down, and shimmied as the pants
snaked their way down his legs to the floor. The voices in the
shadows liked that move! He stepped out of the slacks and flipped
them away with one foot. He thought as he did so that he felt
something scrape at his ankle, but still couldn't see clearly
beyond his circle of light.

Now down to briefs and slippers, he bumped and ground as the
music slowed down - the Beatles' "Revolution", Clapton's original
version of "After Midnight", Rod Stewart's "Tonight's the Night".
He did a spin kick and felt someone grab the slipper off his
foot. A split, and as he got up a hand reached in and got the
other slipper. Then an arm (had to be Meg) reached in and pulled
the ties, zipping his briefs away! He stopped dancing in surprise
as the lights went out but the music continued. A voice suddenly
whispered in his ear, "Don't stop now, big boy" and he felt the
unmistakable pressure of a pair of breasts at his back and hips
against his buttocks. He began to bump and grind again, the body
behind him matching his every move and slowly moving him across
the room. He could not tell where he was going, but had decided
this was Sandy from the high spot her breasts were hitting him.

The music changed to a rumba, as he collided cock first with
another body in front of him. He automatically grabbed her by the
hips, as the body behind him did the same to him, and the
sandwich worked its way forward in the dark. His cock was trapped
with the shaft between the ass cheeks of the girl in front, the
head bumping her spine with every step. The breasts behind him
were erect now, he felt the tips of the nipples burning into his
back. Suddenly the body in front disappeared, the hands at his
hips grabbed his wrists and he felt his arms tied behind his
back.

"Hey, what gi- mmmff!" He started to protest as something was
pushed into his mouth. The person at his back quickly
frog-marched him to a low bench, fastened both ankles to cuffs
and untied his arms, then put them into cuffs behind his head.
Now the lights came on, glaring into his eyes. He was in the same
room he had dressed in, securely tied down on the bench, his cock
still standing tall from the rumba sandwich. All three women were
naked around him, as Ginny said, "You can talk the talk, big boy,
but can you walk the walk?" With that she pulled the gag out of
his mouth and replaced it with her pussy. "Keep me entertained,
friend -- keep us all entertained!"

As he started licking, he felt fingers toying with his penis, the
nails lightly running up the shaft to the crown, a hand hefting
his balls, then rimming his anus. Ginny's legs were over his
ears, so he could only react to what he felt and Ginny's
movements. One of his arms was untied, and his hand was placed on
a breast. Sandy's he guessed, which meant that Meg was the one
teasing him at the other end. He massaged the breast as he
nibbled, kissed and licked Ginny's vagina. He ringed her
clitoris, feeling her response even as his hand was moved to
Sandy's other breast. His tongue made a beeline for her vagina,
pushing its way in with the desperation he was feeling below,
where Meg's fingers and tongue were keeping him on the edge of
being able to come. He thrust his hips, but into unresisting air.

Now Ginny pressed heavily on his mouth, nearly breaking his nose
with the force of her pubic bone as she came on his tongue. He
was dizzy from lack of air by the time she got up from his face,
and his cock was throbbing painfully. "You should really thank
Meg for keeping you busy, you know," Ginny said, and with that
Meg straddled his head facing his feet. He had a choice of holes,
and tested the rosebud nearest him.

As Meg wriggled and settled onto his face, Sandy moved his hand
from her breast to her bush, and he worked his fingers around
there. He wondered what Ginny was doing, when the bench fell away
from his hips -- there must have been a drop-flap there. A pair
of hands began to massage his butt, occasionally reaching up to
toy with his still-aching cock and balls. She rubbed some kind
of lotion into his anal crack, then worked one finger up his ass.
He started jerking and jumping, as much as he could in his tied
position, and his fingers and tongue redoubled their efforts for
Sandy and Meg. Everything started happening at once then. First
Sandy clenched his hand between her thighs, then Meg reached down
and grabbed his ass as she pushed her ass onto his probing
tongue, and Ginny's finger found his prostate and pushed him over
the edge as he shot amd jerked and twisted and screamed and
shot...

When he came to, he was curled up in the back seat of his car, in
the parking lot at the dance club, and it was late morning. Had
it all been a dream? He was wearing his leather pants, his silk
shirt was fully buttoned. He looked up and saw, dangling from the
rear-view mirror, an hourglass-shaped piece of silk with string
ties...