A Simple Affair Vic and Cheryl
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It's 3am and I can't sleep. You would think that after helping Cheryl fulfill her anal sex fantasy I would be tired enough to sleep, but a nagging thought is keeping me awake.
Next month it's my turn to present my fantasy so Cheryl can help me see it to fruition. I know, it's a long time off and I shouldn't be worrying about it right now, but there's something gnawing at me, something big.
As we lay together after our intense lovemaking session tonight, Cheryl made a remark about a threesome. She rightfully assumed that most men have a fantasy at one time or another about bringing another woman into the bedroom. A threesome, a menage a trois, if you will. While I'm like any other man and would normally jump at the chance to participate in that, I can't bring myself to ask that of Cheryl.
You see, I was looking for a soulmate when I met her. My life was in the pits because of Elaine cutting me off over six years ago. I thought that love had passed me by and then she was there. I love this woman with every fiber of my being, so there's no way I'm going to chance ruining that love by suggesting that I need another woman with her in my bed.
That's all fine and good, but Cheryl tells me tonight that there's nothing she won't do to help me fulfill my fantasy including a threesome. Now I'm so confused I can't sleep.
Meanwhile, the love of my life is lying next to me sleeping the sleep of the contented. Go figure.
The next day, Sunday, I mope around all day. Cheryl smiles at me every chance she gets. She's tormenting me because she somehow knows I didn't get much sleep last night. Either that, or she's just happy that everything went well for our first fantasy night. I'd like to think it's the latter, but the cynic in me still thinks she's laughing at me on the inside. I'll say this: she has the sweetest smile. It hasn't happened, but if we ever had a fight or misunderstanding all she would have to do is smile at me and I would turn to putty. I love her more each day. That's why my fantasy decision is making things so difficult for me.
A couple of days later I'm at work listening to two of my friends. They are much younger than me and one of them, Sam, is single. Sam's a pretty good looking guy and he has his share of luck with the ladies. He was talking with Jason, the other friend, about the night he had at a local strip club.
"I'm telling you, Jason, this place is something else. This chick I met the other week, I took her there and the fucking dancers wouldn't leave us alone. It's like this chick was a magnet for strippers."
"What's that, Sam?" I asked. "Which strip club are you talking about this time?"
"Bazooka's Showgirls," said Sam. "It's near downtown. Are you thinking of going there, Vic? I've got some free passes if you're interested."
"I'll let you know, Sam. I'm not sure that Cheryl is crazy about the idea of me going to a strip club."
"Vic, you should take her with you," Sam said. "I couldn't believe how the girls were so attracted to that chick I was with. Rumor has it that most strippers are lesbians anyway, and I'm sure that there aren't many women that frequent the clubs. It could be that seeing a woman gets their juices flowing, in a manner of speaking. Besides, Cheryl might like the extra attention, you never know."
The more I thought about it, the better it seemed. I could take Cheryl and maybe we could get a private dance for the two of us. That would be like having a threesome without the actual sex. It would be a fun night out and I wouldn't feel guilty about it. Those passes might not be so bad after all.
Over the next three weeks I dropped subtle hints to Cheryl about me going out to one of the clubs some night. She never seemed overly enthusiastic about it, but she never completely nixed the idea.
Cheryl also became more comfortable wearing her new nipple ring that she had gotten for her fantasy. The Wednesday of "fantasy week", as I called it, she was in the shower before bedtime as I lay in bed. When she got done, she came out of the bathroom with her big towel wrapped around her body. She stood before me next to the bed and slowly uncovered first one breast, then the other. She had the ring on, and was doing some kind of "peekaboo" thing with the towel, flashing her breasts like a stripper would. It suddenly dawned on me that this was exactly what she was doing, giving me a little strip tease. Maybe she was warming up to the idea of me going out, but maybe this was her way of telling me that I could get it at home just as easily.
Then she dropped the towel completely, standing before me in her stunning nakedness. She was playing with her breasts, making sure to tug on the nipple ring for emphasis. She bent down to offer them to me. "Vic, I need you to suck on them. They're so sensitive after I've showered and only your lips will give them what they need."
I sucked on her right nipple, the one without the ring, feeling it grow big and hard as I sucked and rolled it around my mouth. Cheryl was moaning as I did this, but her moans grew louder when I switched to the left breast and the shiny gold ring which was attached. I was amazed at how sensitive it was to her with just that little piercing added to her taut nipple. I tried something different as I sucked on it, clamping my mouth and teeth onto the ring and pulling hard on it. Cheryl squealed as I did that and I became hard just listening to her panting.
After a few minutes of giving her nipples a tongue bath, Cheryl pushed me back onto the bed and mounted me, my hard cock sliding easily into her hot, wet pussy. Cheryl bobbed up and down on me as she played with her breasts, moaning and panting all the time she was fucking me. In no time at all she began to cum, her moans turning into screams of joy. Some of her juices leaked out during her orgasm and soaked my cock and thighs. That was all I needed.
"Cheryl, I'm cumming!" I shouted. "I'm cumming!"
Cheryl quickly got off my throbbing dick and took me into her mouth just as I began to squirt thick streams of cum. She gobbled down what she could and then sucked and licked what had spilled, using her mouth and tongue to clean my cock. Once she was satisfied that I was clean she pulled away and snuggled next to me on the bed, her head on my chest.
"You were in need of a quickie, weren't you?" I asked her. "What got you so worked up tonight, honey?"
"I was thinking about you in the tittie bar, surrounded by women who will do anything to you for money. I wanted you to know that you can get a private show at home for free. And you always have a happy ending." She kissed me lightly on the lips and I could still taste my cum on her.
"Well, honey, I know that none of those strippers can do for me what you do. I love you. But I need to ask you something."
"By all means." she replied. "Ask away."
"Cheryl, dear, would you do me the honor of being my date Saturday night? I've decided that for my fantasy I want to take you to a strip club. I want to see how you react to women shoving their tits in your face. I also want to get us a private dance, where some hot looking stripper can have her way with both of us."
"Vic, I've always wanted to see what goes on in a strip club, but I've been too chicken to go to one by myself. None of my girlfriends have been interested to go because we figure we'll just get hit on by the guys. I will happily accept your invitation. Vic, that is the perfect fantasy because it's different and exciting. Oh, one more thing. I know you'll probably be all excited from checking out all the strippers. You'll get lucky Saturday night, but it might just be on the way home."
I needed to see Sam about those passes.
On Saturday, Cheryl asked me what kind of attire was appropriate. I told her it was casual, but she shouldn't be surprised by anything. She told me that she had something special that she wanted to wear since it was my fantasy. She said that I would remember this night for a long time. After her fantasy, with the way she was dressed, I knew I could expect the unexpected.
As the evening drew near, I was under strict orders to get ready and then leave the bathroom. Cheryl wanted her outfit to be a surprise, so I couldn't see it until we were ready to leave. I couldn't really complain about it, though. I mean, think of it, here was my lovely lady making a big deal out of fulfilling one of my fantasies. It couldn't get any better than that.
Or so I thought.
Just before 8pm, I heard the closet door shut upstairs and knew that Cheryl was almost ready. As I sat in the living room chair, at peace with the world, nothing could possibly prepare me for what I was about to see.
Cheryl walked down the stairs looking every bit like she was going to the strip club, not as a spectator but as a stripper. She wore sandstone five-inch stiletto heels, a light brown leather miniskirt and a beige long-sleeved silk shirt. Oh, by the way, it was a see-through which exposed her perfect breasts and her gold nipple ring.
"Holy shit." I said when she came down. "You really know how to make an entrance. That outfit is sure to turn some heads when we get there."
"It's not too much, is it?" she asked me. "I figured that you wanted me to get some tits shoved in my face. I thought I might as well give them reason to do it."
I was still slack-jawed but managed to let her know I liked it. "I think the strippers will be falling over each other to dance for you, that's for sure."
Cheryl took a half jacket out of the closet. It matched her miniskirt perfectly. "I'll wear this until we get a table. Then I'll take it off for the girls. I don't want to have the men checking me out as soon as I walk in the club."
"Honey, they will notice you no matter what you're wearing. I'll bet there won't be three women in that place who don't work there. As long as you're with me no one will bother you, I'll see to that."
We left the house and drove to the club. I figured that we shouldn't get there before nine o'clock. These places don't fill up until after then.
We walked into the club and were immediately met by the greeter, who took our passes and let us in. Once we got past the ticket window a very tall woman with nice tits asked us if we wanted a drink. I ordered them and watched as the hostess gave Cheryl the once-over with her eyes. She definitely liked what she saw. Once our drinks were there, we went into the dancing area and found a cozy table to sit at. The place was dimly lit, something of a trademark for gentlemen's clubs.
Before she sat down, Cheryl removed her jacket and the heads began to turn. One of the dancers stopped by our table and asked if we wanted some company. Cheryl looked puzzled and I told the dancer that we might be interested later.
There were three main stages and they were all in use, with dancers doing their routines on all three. I explained to Cheryl how it worked, how you sat in front of the stage to let the dancer know you wanted her to come over. There are usually three songs in each dancer's set. During the first song she doesn't take anything off, as she just gives you a close-up look at her assets. The second song is when her top comes off. She will come over to the men seated at ringside, as I like to call it, and perform for tips. Depending on what the club rules are, they might allow you to touch their boobs. This place was a hands-on establishment. During the third song they might take off their bottoms, depending on whether they were allowed. I didn't see any dancers completely nude, but they were quick to pull their G-strings aside to allow for a better view of their pussies.
Word must have spread throughout the place about a couple being there, because every dancer in the place made their way by our table on their way to the dance stages. Each one would smile at us while checking out Cheryl. This is what I wanted to see happen as part of my fantasy. Now it was time to get a little closer to the action. I asked Cheryl if she had a dancer picked out to go watch up close. As it was my fantasy, I wanted her to choose who she would be comfortable seeing. If she had a favorite, I would be inquiring about a private dance for the both of us as well.
It didn't take long. Cheryl pointed to a short girl heading to the center stage. She was a little thick across the middle, with average sized breasts, nice sized thighs and a big booty. Cheryl took my hand and led me to her stage. Fortunately there weren't any men there yet, so we would be getting some personal attention. The girl smiled at Cheryl as we sat down next to the stage. As far as she was concerned, I wasn't even there.
She didn't waste any time, removing her top during the first song. She had nice breasts, with small nipple rings on each one. She came over and danced in front of Cheryl, leaning down so she could get a good look at her tits. She also turned around and gave Cheryl a nice view of her rear end. Cheryl reached up and put some money into her G-string. As she did, the dancer took Cheryl's hand and pulled her up to her feet.
Cheryl looked at me helplessly, but I told her to go with it and let the dancer lead the way. The dancer, Tiffany was her name, pulled Cheryl's face to her breasts and whispered in her ear. Cheryl then began to kiss and suck on her nipples as Tiffany threw her head back in delight. After some serious licking Tiffany put her arms around Cheryl's neck and kissed her on the lips, a deep, passionate kiss. As they kissed, Tiffany reached down and played with Cheryl's tits through the sheer fabric of her shirt, tugging on her nipple ring as she played with them. Cheryl's hands drifted downward and she began to squeeze Tiffany's ass. It was clear that they were both quite aroused by this performance. Reluctantly, Tiffany had to break the embrace as some men had come to the stage. She had to spread her charms around to them now. Cheryl slipped a twenty inside her G-string as she left, prompting Tiffany to smile and blow her a kiss.
As Cheryl sat down, I could see that she was excited. Her cheeks flushed red and she was breathing heavily. I could see that she was aroused by Tiffany.
"Well," I said. "What do you think about your first encounter with a dancer?"
"Sweet Jesus, Vic," she gasped. "That was incredible. Imagine what she would do if we weren't here in front of everyone."
"Do you want me to arrange for a private dance for you? It's not a problem."
"I'd love that, but you have to be with me. It's your fantasy and I would want you to share this with me."
That's what I wanted to hear. Tiffany's time was up and as she approached us to leave the stage I asked for a word with her. "Tiffany, what can you do for us in the way of a private dance? Cheryl really likes you and I want both of us to have some fun with you."
Tiffany smiled seductively at both of us. "We could do a private dance for $50. That gets you two songs and there is someone nearby making sure that we don't go too far. We do have VIP rooms where anything goes."
"How much are the VIP rooms?" I asked. "This is a special night and I want us to remember it."
"I can do a VIP room with both of you for $350. That gets you one hour with me. There are beds in the rooms."
I looked at Cheryl. She was smiling and nodding her approval at me.
"Tiffany," I said. "Why don't you make arrangements to get us a room for two hours? As I said, it's a special night for us. Go big or go home is what I always say. Let's go big."
Tiffany licked her lips wickedly as she took my hand. "Okay Mr Big. Bring that sexy lady with you and let's go."
to be continued...
Next month it's my turn to present my fantasy so Cheryl can help me see it to fruition. I know, it's a long time off and I shouldn't be worrying about it right now, but there's something gnawing at me, something big.
As we lay together after our intense lovemaking session tonight, Cheryl made a remark about a threesome. She rightfully assumed that most men have a fantasy at one time or another about bringing another woman into the bedroom. A threesome, a menage a trois, if you will. While I'm like any other man and would normally jump at the chance to participate in that, I can't bring myself to ask that of Cheryl.
You see, I was looking for a soulmate when I met her. My life was in the pits because of Elaine cutting me off over six years ago. I thought that love had passed me by and then she was there. I love this woman with every fiber of my being, so there's no way I'm going to chance ruining that love by suggesting that I need another woman with her in my bed.
That's all fine and good, but Cheryl tells me tonight that there's nothing she won't do to help me fulfill my fantasy including a threesome. Now I'm so confused I can't sleep.
Meanwhile, the love of my life is lying next to me sleeping the sleep of the contented. Go figure.
The next day, Sunday, I mope around all day. Cheryl smiles at me every chance she gets. She's tormenting me because she somehow knows I didn't get much sleep last night. Either that, or she's just happy that everything went well for our first fantasy night. I'd like to think it's the latter, but the cynic in me still thinks she's laughing at me on the inside. I'll say this: she has the sweetest smile. It hasn't happened, but if we ever had a fight or misunderstanding all she would have to do is smile at me and I would turn to putty. I love her more each day. That's why my fantasy decision is making things so difficult for me.
A couple of days later I'm at work listening to two of my friends. They are much younger than me and one of them, Sam, is single. Sam's a pretty good looking guy and he has his share of luck with the ladies. He was talking with Jason, the other friend, about the night he had at a local strip club.
"I'm telling you, Jason, this place is something else. This chick I met the other week, I took her there and the fucking dancers wouldn't leave us alone. It's like this chick was a magnet for strippers."
"What's that, Sam?" I asked. "Which strip club are you talking about this time?"
"Bazooka's Showgirls," said Sam. "It's near downtown. Are you thinking of going there, Vic? I've got some free passes if you're interested."
"I'll let you know, Sam. I'm not sure that Cheryl is crazy about the idea of me going to a strip club."
"Vic, you should take her with you," Sam said. "I couldn't believe how the girls were so attracted to that chick I was with. Rumor has it that most strippers are lesbians anyway, and I'm sure that there aren't many women that frequent the clubs. It could be that seeing a woman gets their juices flowing, in a manner of speaking. Besides, Cheryl might like the extra attention, you never know."
The more I thought about it, the better it seemed. I could take Cheryl and maybe we could get a private dance for the two of us. That would be like having a threesome without the actual sex. It would be a fun night out and I wouldn't feel guilty about it. Those passes might not be so bad after all.
Over the next three weeks I dropped subtle hints to Cheryl about me going out to one of the clubs some night. She never seemed overly enthusiastic about it, but she never completely nixed the idea.
Cheryl also became more comfortable wearing her new nipple ring that she had gotten for her fantasy. The Wednesday of "fantasy week", as I called it, she was in the shower before bedtime as I lay in bed. When she got done, she came out of the bathroom with her big towel wrapped around her body. She stood before me next to the bed and slowly uncovered first one breast, then the other. She had the ring on, and was doing some kind of "peekaboo" thing with the towel, flashing her breasts like a stripper would. It suddenly dawned on me that this was exactly what she was doing, giving me a little strip tease. Maybe she was warming up to the idea of me going out, but maybe this was her way of telling me that I could get it at home just as easily.
Then she dropped the towel completely, standing before me in her stunning nakedness. She was playing with her breasts, making sure to tug on the nipple ring for emphasis. She bent down to offer them to me. "Vic, I need you to suck on them. They're so sensitive after I've showered and only your lips will give them what they need."
I sucked on her right nipple, the one without the ring, feeling it grow big and hard as I sucked and rolled it around my mouth. Cheryl was moaning as I did this, but her moans grew louder when I switched to the left breast and the shiny gold ring which was attached. I was amazed at how sensitive it was to her with just that little piercing added to her taut nipple. I tried something different as I sucked on it, clamping my mouth and teeth onto the ring and pulling hard on it. Cheryl squealed as I did that and I became hard just listening to her panting.
After a few minutes of giving her nipples a tongue bath, Cheryl pushed me back onto the bed and mounted me, my hard cock sliding easily into her hot, wet pussy. Cheryl bobbed up and down on me as she played with her breasts, moaning and panting all the time she was fucking me. In no time at all she began to cum, her moans turning into screams of joy. Some of her juices leaked out during her orgasm and soaked my cock and thighs. That was all I needed.
"Cheryl, I'm cumming!" I shouted. "I'm cumming!"
Cheryl quickly got off my throbbing dick and took me into her mouth just as I began to squirt thick streams of cum. She gobbled down what she could and then sucked and licked what had spilled, using her mouth and tongue to clean my cock. Once she was satisfied that I was clean she pulled away and snuggled next to me on the bed, her head on my chest.
"You were in need of a quickie, weren't you?" I asked her. "What got you so worked up tonight, honey?"
"I was thinking about you in the tittie bar, surrounded by women who will do anything to you for money. I wanted you to know that you can get a private show at home for free. And you always have a happy ending." She kissed me lightly on the lips and I could still taste my cum on her.
"Well, honey, I know that none of those strippers can do for me what you do. I love you. But I need to ask you something."
"By all means." she replied. "Ask away."
"Cheryl, dear, would you do me the honor of being my date Saturday night? I've decided that for my fantasy I want to take you to a strip club. I want to see how you react to women shoving their tits in your face. I also want to get us a private dance, where some hot looking stripper can have her way with both of us."
"Vic, I've always wanted to see what goes on in a strip club, but I've been too chicken to go to one by myself. None of my girlfriends have been interested to go because we figure we'll just get hit on by the guys. I will happily accept your invitation. Vic, that is the perfect fantasy because it's different and exciting. Oh, one more thing. I know you'll probably be all excited from checking out all the strippers. You'll get lucky Saturday night, but it might just be on the way home."
I needed to see Sam about those passes.
On Saturday, Cheryl asked me what kind of attire was appropriate. I told her it was casual, but she shouldn't be surprised by anything. She told me that she had something special that she wanted to wear since it was my fantasy. She said that I would remember this night for a long time. After her fantasy, with the way she was dressed, I knew I could expect the unexpected.
As the evening drew near, I was under strict orders to get ready and then leave the bathroom. Cheryl wanted her outfit to be a surprise, so I couldn't see it until we were ready to leave. I couldn't really complain about it, though. I mean, think of it, here was my lovely lady making a big deal out of fulfilling one of my fantasies. It couldn't get any better than that.
Or so I thought.
Just before 8pm, I heard the closet door shut upstairs and knew that Cheryl was almost ready. As I sat in the living room chair, at peace with the world, nothing could possibly prepare me for what I was about to see.
Cheryl walked down the stairs looking every bit like she was going to the strip club, not as a spectator but as a stripper. She wore sandstone five-inch stiletto heels, a light brown leather miniskirt and a beige long-sleeved silk shirt. Oh, by the way, it was a see-through which exposed her perfect breasts and her gold nipple ring.
"Holy shit." I said when she came down. "You really know how to make an entrance. That outfit is sure to turn some heads when we get there."
"It's not too much, is it?" she asked me. "I figured that you wanted me to get some tits shoved in my face. I thought I might as well give them reason to do it."
I was still slack-jawed but managed to let her know I liked it. "I think the strippers will be falling over each other to dance for you, that's for sure."
Cheryl took a half jacket out of the closet. It matched her miniskirt perfectly. "I'll wear this until we get a table. Then I'll take it off for the girls. I don't want to have the men checking me out as soon as I walk in the club."
"Honey, they will notice you no matter what you're wearing. I'll bet there won't be three women in that place who don't work there. As long as you're with me no one will bother you, I'll see to that."
We left the house and drove to the club. I figured that we shouldn't get there before nine o'clock. These places don't fill up until after then.
We walked into the club and were immediately met by the greeter, who took our passes and let us in. Once we got past the ticket window a very tall woman with nice tits asked us if we wanted a drink. I ordered them and watched as the hostess gave Cheryl the once-over with her eyes. She definitely liked what she saw. Once our drinks were there, we went into the dancing area and found a cozy table to sit at. The place was dimly lit, something of a trademark for gentlemen's clubs.
Before she sat down, Cheryl removed her jacket and the heads began to turn. One of the dancers stopped by our table and asked if we wanted some company. Cheryl looked puzzled and I told the dancer that we might be interested later.
There were three main stages and they were all in use, with dancers doing their routines on all three. I explained to Cheryl how it worked, how you sat in front of the stage to let the dancer know you wanted her to come over. There are usually three songs in each dancer's set. During the first song she doesn't take anything off, as she just gives you a close-up look at her assets. The second song is when her top comes off. She will come over to the men seated at ringside, as I like to call it, and perform for tips. Depending on what the club rules are, they might allow you to touch their boobs. This place was a hands-on establishment. During the third song they might take off their bottoms, depending on whether they were allowed. I didn't see any dancers completely nude, but they were quick to pull their G-strings aside to allow for a better view of their pussies.
Word must have spread throughout the place about a couple being there, because every dancer in the place made their way by our table on their way to the dance stages. Each one would smile at us while checking out Cheryl. This is what I wanted to see happen as part of my fantasy. Now it was time to get a little closer to the action. I asked Cheryl if she had a dancer picked out to go watch up close. As it was my fantasy, I wanted her to choose who she would be comfortable seeing. If she had a favorite, I would be inquiring about a private dance for the both of us as well.
It didn't take long. Cheryl pointed to a short girl heading to the center stage. She was a little thick across the middle, with average sized breasts, nice sized thighs and a big booty. Cheryl took my hand and led me to her stage. Fortunately there weren't any men there yet, so we would be getting some personal attention. The girl smiled at Cheryl as we sat down next to the stage. As far as she was concerned, I wasn't even there.
She didn't waste any time, removing her top during the first song. She had nice breasts, with small nipple rings on each one. She came over and danced in front of Cheryl, leaning down so she could get a good look at her tits. She also turned around and gave Cheryl a nice view of her rear end. Cheryl reached up and put some money into her G-string. As she did, the dancer took Cheryl's hand and pulled her up to her feet.
Cheryl looked at me helplessly, but I told her to go with it and let the dancer lead the way. The dancer, Tiffany was her name, pulled Cheryl's face to her breasts and whispered in her ear. Cheryl then began to kiss and suck on her nipples as Tiffany threw her head back in delight. After some serious licking Tiffany put her arms around Cheryl's neck and kissed her on the lips, a deep, passionate kiss. As they kissed, Tiffany reached down and played with Cheryl's tits through the sheer fabric of her shirt, tugging on her nipple ring as she played with them. Cheryl's hands drifted downward and she began to squeeze Tiffany's ass. It was clear that they were both quite aroused by this performance. Reluctantly, Tiffany had to break the embrace as some men had come to the stage. She had to spread her charms around to them now. Cheryl slipped a twenty inside her G-string as she left, prompting Tiffany to smile and blow her a kiss.
As Cheryl sat down, I could see that she was excited. Her cheeks flushed red and she was breathing heavily. I could see that she was aroused by Tiffany.
"Well," I said. "What do you think about your first encounter with a dancer?"
"Sweet Jesus, Vic," she gasped. "That was incredible. Imagine what she would do if we weren't here in front of everyone."
"Do you want me to arrange for a private dance for you? It's not a problem."
"I'd love that, but you have to be with me. It's your fantasy and I would want you to share this with me."
That's what I wanted to hear. Tiffany's time was up and as she approached us to leave the stage I asked for a word with her. "Tiffany, what can you do for us in the way of a private dance? Cheryl really likes you and I want both of us to have some fun with you."
Tiffany smiled seductively at both of us. "We could do a private dance for $50. That gets you two songs and there is someone nearby making sure that we don't go too far. We do have VIP rooms where anything goes."
"How much are the VIP rooms?" I asked. "This is a special night and I want us to remember it."
"I can do a VIP room with both of you for $350. That gets you one hour with me. There are beds in the rooms."
I looked at Cheryl. She was smiling and nodding her approval at me.
"Tiffany," I said. "Why don't you make arrangements to get us a room for two hours? As I said, it's a special night for us. Go big or go home is what I always say. Let's go big."
Tiffany licked her lips wickedly as she took my hand. "Okay Mr Big. Bring that sexy lady with you and let's go."
to be continued...
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