"Oh, hey, Jakeis at the club. Want to go?"Jacob glanced at the strange woman and felt his cock stir. Not at lustfor her but at the thought of how it...must feel to walk around like that."Yeah, fuck it," Jacob told him, pressing his palm against his erectionfor a moment. "I'd like that."-----The two men stepped into the strip club and looked around, their eyesadjusting to the near dark. Electronica played over the speakers whilethe DJ announced the next girl dancing on the main stage. . I looked over, and the other three girls were awake and staring at us.“You girls need some morning love too?” I asked.Brandi was the first to respond, “I’m to sore for sex, but I’ll take a good morning kiss.”Heather being Heather, pulled Brandi’s lips to her’s and gave her a passionate kiss. They broke the kiss, and Heather asked, “How was that?”“Lovely,” responded Brandi, “but I want one from Jay too.”Heather quickly flipped over the top of me and headed for the bathroom. I scooted over and. ”Bernard was puzzled. He’d expected to be put into a maid’s uniform. He’d seen a lot of that: men forced to wait on women, while being dressed as maids. There were plenty of restaurants where men were dressed as waitresses. There seemed to be plenty of women that liked seeing men humiliated in that way, although he found it a bit of a contradiction. If women were so superior, how was it a humiliation to be forced to look like one?This was different, though. Why was he being asked to put on the. “Honey!” I called out, voice cracking as I felt my balls unload inside her, deep inside her. I blew my load, blew my chance, blew any hope of calling myself a man. It was the sweetest-feeling failure ever. But it was still a failure.“Loser.” My girlfriend sighed as she felt my cock erupt. She was generous enough to let me finish properly, to wait until my defeated hair-trigger dick had stopped spewing the cum I’d tried so hard and failed so utterly to hold back. Then she stood up and off me,.