She recalled seeing the sign: City Lights : Dancers Wanted : Make Your Own HoursShe didn’t know if it was something she could actually do but the t...ought wouldn’t leave her alone. It was a sexual fantasy she had harbored for some time since reading an article about college girls going to Las Vegas on weekends to work in so-called “Gentlemen’s Clubs”. She’d done crazy things before but this would be taking it to a whole new level. Then again, she thought, I could just go and see what it’s all. I am glad i recorded it all to re read and remeber all the fuzzy details i still masturbate thinking about it now more and more often. So recently not searching but maybe subliminally I am cruising mens rooms at random locations and purposefully standing away from the urinals to show what maybe interested men i am willing. After close to a year of this behavior in a walmart restroom I found a middle aged man gazing at my cock as I shoot my stream. I couldnt believe it finally I thought so. However, later on Lyn told me she had noticed it too. Jonas looked at Lyn and then did a double take. Then he stared at her for a few seconds before looking away.I’m not sure if it was my imagination but it seemed as though he then hurried up the other people standing around him, somewhat abruptly curtailing all further conversation. Before long, programs signed, selfies taken, they all wandered off. Lyn and I started to walk off too, but much to our delight he called out to us; or rather, to. They drove the short distance to where the meeting had been arranged for, both Colette and her husband keeping their thoughts to themselves.Jacinto pulled the car to the side of the road and parked quite near to an old, slightly derelict looking toilet block.Colette glanced around nervously. the area seemed to be deserted at that time of night.They’d waited just a minute or two when they were illuminated by the headlights of a car slowly cruising up behind them.Colette dared not look.