Put my dildo in my purse, and take an ice cube and put it in my ass, so I did. I drove downtown and parked my car the whole time feeling that ice cube...melting inside me.As I stepped out I felt so nervous. I made my way to a pay phone, put in some money and dialed his number. He told me that I better still be talking with my girly voice, and that he wanted to hear that I was in public. I let him hear the sounds around me. He told me that I was a good girl, and could get back into my car and call. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Authors Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-13. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes,. He came up close holding his beer, dancing to the music I had requested, and I backed my ass into his crotch, riding up his erection, doing my best twerk.He pushed his erection onto me and smacked my hips with his free hand.Enjoying my stripper act, I danced my way over to baldheaded Vic, sitting in a chair with his knees spread. I stood between his legs and did a belly dance while running my hands over my orangey blonde hair like I was in love with myself.“Beautiful, baby,” Vic commented in. ... I don’t want to be though.”Cindy laughed, “Oh my God, Stace! Don’t be such a slut!”, and punched her in the arm. They both stumbled from the hit, and Stacy nearly fell down. They were both pretty drunk.Making sure Stacy was watching, I reached down and shifted my hard-on again in my pants. Shifting my eyes down to her breasts, I rubbed my dick through my pants to be completely obvious. I was being a lot bolder than I would ever be, but they were flirting like mad, Cindy had obviously.