"Alex found an empty locker. He pulled off his shirt and hung it on one ofthe inside hooks. Then came his pants, his shoes and socks. The towel withth... undershorts went on a small shelf at the top of the locker. He did acouple of muscleman poses in a mirror near the door. He was no strongman, buthe exercised enough, riding his bike, pick-up ball games, the usual stuff,that there wasn't an ounce of extra fat on him. "Now to find that blonde inthe thong," he said and walked towards the door.Then. His legs were scraping against the sidewalk as if he had no pants on, and his chest felt...squashed. His hair kept falling in his face, but that wasn't unusual. It was strange, however, to realize it was long enough to fall down to his waist. He opened his eyes and saw his hair was blonde and much nicer than his hair should be. Several cars had crashed and exploded after the gas tanks caught fire. Could another fire be responsible for what had happened to him? No. Someone was talking in. If any of the strippers want to fuck you, that’s also the place to go. I may even become a stripper just so I can tantalize you in there ... but first I have to learn how to give lap dances.” She frowned at that thought; she was obviously giving the whole idea serious consideration.Elsa laughed, “You have a lot of competition for that post.”Stacy put on a pretend pout. “All I want is Mark’s big, hard cock pounding into my teenie-weenie little pussy, and then filling same with a gallon of his. ' My breathing ragged and angry you stare at me incredulous, wondering how I could've said nothing. The only reason you had done it besides it being a major fantasy for you was because I had said it was okay, and you thought I would enjoy it; you would never do anything to purposely hurt me. 'Why didn't you tell me how you felt about it?' You ask quietly. You see the pain in my eyes before I speak, 'You're my Kitten. There's nothing I would deny you.' You look up at those heartfelt words, that.