Jezabel and her new found friends began to walk the boardwalk as smoke filled brains worked overtime just making feet move.
The last of the bars were still open and all the smoking had brought about a dire thirst. It was Boe Luster who stopped and pointed to a saloon. He called to the other to come and see!
Like a drunken bunch they peered in past the two swinging doors. There dancing about a ribbon wound pole was this wild woman being part human, and the more sensual parts like that of a Donkey.
Boe was first to walk inside. He strutted toward the dancer, she looking at him with lust in her eyes. A plop onto a tall barstool and Boe sat there looking up at the long furry legs dance and sway.
Jezabel was soon to follow his lead and the two of they sat eyeing this strange woman.
"She's got the hot's for me!" grumped out Boe.
"Aw if you had her you wouldn't know what to do with her anyhow!" blustered back Jezabel.
"He would, he would!" came a mumbled statement.
Jezabel and boe turn to see Clint standing there his one hand on the brass rail running around the stage. He held up his other hand offering a ten spot, and shoving it up the slit of the dancing Donkey woman.
The dancer smiled and offered a sweet hairy hand for Clint to step up there and join her in a sensual dance.
Now their entire little group stood by as Clint scrambled up onto the round stage.
The donkey woman danced about him as nimble fingers popped loose shirt buttons, and released his belt buckle.
Clint took to moving with her as his clothing fell to the stage floor. The Donkey woman dancer was quick to kick away the clothing soon leaving a sex loving intoxicated man gripping a steel pole.
Now her moves were more direct as Clint was being lured to do whatever the Donkey dancer wanted.
Jezabel was quick to point and then most direct to note Clint's manhood growing to the occasion. She made much of what little he had and how in the past minutes he'd beome quite the hunk!
Arms and hands carressed Clint as legs danced and tangled about his shaking limbs. It wasn't until his very erect self pressed past the gates of Hell that he realized just what she was doing to him.
Screaming for to jump off the stage, Clint pleads with his intoxicated friends to come to his aid.
The Donkey woman continues to dance about Clint until she comes to sliding up and down her and his pole. Clint's eyes close in sensual heaven as the feeling of his massive organ brings him complete joy.
The Donkey woman's hiary self has touched Clint and from those places now sprouts thick dark brown hairs.
Her hand touches those hairy places making the foolish man thrust himself forward. His is a time of unadultrated' delight as what was on a man is fast becoming that of a pleasure seeking animal.