Several of the guys up front were begging her to come back, but her time was up. ‘She made a lot of money there,’ I said to Mike. ‘Nah, that’s...just pocket change, she’ll make the real money later.’ ‘Later?’ ‘The lap dances, that’s where they can really milk a guy for the tips. Of course the cash she makes onstage helps, they normally figure if they pay off the buy in on their first show, it will be a good night. Of course for the feature girls, it’s all pretty much profit.’ The stage lights. But they ignored me completely standing there with my cock not quite back in my trousers and carried on talking to each other. “Well if I can get it hard again, I get to have a go, OK?” Britney looked at me and my floppy cock fairly sure of herself and said OK and turning to me told me to drop my trousers again. I looked at them both and started to argue but Karen stepped forward and yanked them down, right to the floor, went on her knees and grasped my semi hard cock. I had no idea what to. "I'll fuck you, don't worry! That's why I came here. But put your sweet lips around it, baby. Just for a second."Millie slid toward the foot of the bed and tilted Cal's pecker. She bowed, her golden hair showering across his belly, then seized his meaty prickhead in her mouth. She nibbled on the rubbery glans, sucking and swallowing. She played with Cal's nuts."Baby... yeah!" He tousled her silken hair. "God, you do that good! Oh shit, I love it!"Millie loved it, too. But she wanted to do more. It was a rare day, one of only a few when the slaves did not labour in the fields for their Dutch masters. These special days all coincided with holy days like Christmas and Easter. Each had a veritable feast, plenty of the local hooch, distilled from the cane sugar and a large open pit fire.They made music. Mostly with a West African basis, but some Caribbean influences made subtle differences to the cadence and rhythms. They danced frenetically and then, when exhausted by the effects of rum.