The girl’s first paraded and then pranced before the men, and then we had to parade and pose for the ladies. It was fun, but glad that there wasn’... any direct voting because that would have spoilt the fun we were having. All the girl’s were kissed very heartily by the boys with much touching of the breasts and fondling of the balls as the bar closed and we finished up our drinks. Vows were made to catch up with each other some time in the future etc. Then we all, in our own time, made our way. I alsowas to practice assuming a feminine voice. She helped. Her encouragementsinvolved a hand job or a full body massage. Relaxation, she said, was thekey to my new speaking voice.During the week, she seemed to become a little more hesitant each day. ByFriday, I noticed a definite change. She wasn't smiling anymore."What's the matter?" I asked with a low, breathy feminine voice."Don't talk like that. I just don't know about this anymore." Sheadmitted that she was beginning to have doubts about. He decided not to think of it as ‘her cock’ anymore. It was her clit, just a really big clit. After that, he attacked her cock with even more gusto. She bucked her hips, crying out. ‘No!’ she moaned. ‘Stop, I’m gonna cum!’ Already, he thought? He was very pleased with himself and continued to work her cock over eagerly. He was frightened by the prospect of her cumming in his mouth, but his desire to please her overrode all other considerations. She tried to push his head away. She was fucking. I ended up closing the club out in a private dance with her and the conversation of what I was doing later came up.I wasn’t about to walk away, especially if this chick wanted to take it one step further outside of here. I ended up agreeing to follow her back to her apartment in my car. She only lived about 15 minutes away from the club, so it was a quick trip to her place after she got all her stuff from the back at the strip club.When we walked into the door of her apartment it didn’t take.