As Sugar Cane, Sam had been a latex-clad dominatrix. Now, she wore a sweatshirt and glasses.Emily did her walk again - step, snap, step, head whip. By...the third iteration, she found her rhythm and got her hair flying the way she wanted. Rosie called out, “Spot yourself. When you whip your head, focus your eyes on a point in front of you. Otherwise, you’re going to get too dizzy to finish your walk. Try using the gold shield on the DJ station.”Emily knew about spotting from ballet class, but. So it’s just me and Stacey left alone in the half painted room, now I don’t know if it was the alcohol, the fumes or both but I got bold, really bold, as she was painting I walked slowly up behind her slide my hands around her front and went to pull and squeeze on her nipples. I was expecting her to slap away my hands but I was hoping she wouldn’t, the latter happened. My finger tips found her nipples and they also found her piercings causing me to momentarily pause, I had. Dave and I danced together for a while. You don't meet a lot of white boys who can dance, but Dave is one of them. We danced for a while, and Dave went to the bathroom while I went to the bar.I hadn't been at the bar for more than a few minutes when a cute college-boy offered to buy me a drink. I smiled, said "yes you may", and we took our drinks over to one of the couches in the corner of the club. We talked for a bit, he was a senior at SDSU studying something (don't remember what). He was. "Her face flushed about three different colors. "No." She whispered."Yes, my dear little slut. You made your daddy whack off and cum while you were fingering that tight little pussy." A small gasp left her lips. "You know what I think, little slut?" She shook her head. "I think that if you are going to be anyone's little slut, you should be daddy's." I took her arm and led her toward the living room."What? What are you going to do?" She stared at the makeshift stage."I'm going to get a real.