My cock hard as a rock now from walking and grabbing all that ass. I tuck it into my waste band and head on out. I head towards the back where I know ...here all the ladies are. I get the area where the security is blocking the entrance. I hit the nearest bathroom. Headphones in and. SNAP. I exit all giddy. Knowing who all is going to be there tonight. I walk down to the jumbotron and make my way into the back. The first person I see i wasnt expecting to be there. But there she was. The Goddess!.. Roger pulled me up and kissed me saying how amazing of a BJ I had given him. Roger than started undoing my pants and soon he was blowing my aching cock. A couple of guys came over to us. Soon I felt a cock between my cheeks as I stood for the bj. The guy behind me whispered in my ear to bend over a little, I told him no, I did not want to be penetrated. His dick however, was feeling good between my cheeks as he decided to just grind his dick between my firm ass cheeks. Meanwhile Roger was bent. " and as she said this she bent her knees bringing her face closer to their straining cocks, "If you don't want 'contact,' we can end it here and call it a night."Frank and John smiled. In answer, John simply picked up his phone and cued up the song "Pour some sugar on me," to blare through the speakers. A classic strip club anthem.Sarah nodded and I watched as she moved her body in front of them men, working her hips and running her hands along her breasts. She turned herself and placed her. Right, like the gods on high ever watched their caffien intake. Neither she nor anyone else notices the arrow pouch strapped to my thigh or the one to my back, they see only adorable me and my yard-long shortbow. To them, I’m Betsy Heart, student and Olympic hopeful in the archery competition. To my bosses, I’m Bethsida Everheart, Bearer of the Arrows. Long story. By that, I mean a story your short-lived ass wouldn’t live long enough to hear. Just take my word for it. The bell on the door rings.