Welcoming, I guess? He kind of reminded me of my grandpathough grandpa was a hardened old war veteran who probably would'velooked at a place like this...with confusion and probably disapproval.None of that was odd but what was odd was his choice of clothing: hewas decked out in a long gray bath robe. Or something that lookedlike a bath robe."Oh indeed it is a robe, young Samuel. You'll never find morecomfortable clothing," he said with a chuckle that was as welcomingas his eyes."Well, I mean, I. And turning me on. As soon as I got a grip on the door frame, I heard his zipper come undone and his pants come down. He then pulled me back so I was slightly bending over and placed the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. It was all happening so fast that I couldn’t believe it. Something that I had always fantasized about. Sex with a professor. As this thought passed through my head, he shoved forward, his body throwing my body against the door, his cock ramming through the walls of. ..."Ummmmmm! Goshhh! No way is this actually happening!" I just couldn't stop myself at this point, it was as if I was taken over by pure lust and passion. I knew I wasn't straight anymore. My left hand began to form an arrow with my index and middle finger as I pushed deeper into myself. Moans began to come out loud and long from my vocals. "Yes! Ahhhh! Mhmmm! Fuckkkk!" was all I could say as I began to rub and penetrate myself, hoping to reach a massive orgasm. My nipples were so stuff that. I took aseat and looked around. There was an empty main stage and music played at amedium volume. Six or seven women talked to a sameamount of guys around the floor. With no waitress onthe floor I got up and ordered a coke. I was happy thatthe price was only two bucks, not the five bucks of aclassier joint, and the drink was bigger than aclassier joint. I decided that even if no dancer wenton stage I’d stay a half hour or so.After twenty minutes I had seen a dancer and hercustomer head.