At the center of the room a spotlight landed on the center of a stage. A it did, a strange mist crossed the platform and began to fill the room giving everything an ethereal quality. From the floor two figures began to rise from the mist. The first was an image of masculine perfection. Tall, blond, muscular the man had it all from his thick pecs to his eightpack abs down to his unnaturally packed thong. With a grin, the man grabbed his goods, giving it a tight squeeze and a few idle strokes. A whoop or two could be heard coming from the now silent room.
Next to him was a blond bombshell. Tall, toned and achingly curved. Stealing the show, however, were the pert double-ds she had just barely contained under her straining bra. Grinning, she pushed her breasts together, audible moaning to the crowed. A few more whoops could be heard.
Each began their show. Their hands danced across their oiled skin, showing off their subtle and not so subtle curves and edges. The man, knowing his crowed, struck a few poses to really let the perfection of his musculature sink in. The woman dropped to her knees, taking a 20 from a nearly drooling boy near the stage. Placing it in her bra, she reached down and gently kissed him. Surprised at first, the boy sunk into the kiss. His pants tightened as he enjoyed her soft, supple lips. Her tounge soon entered his mouth, playing with his own while a hand gently reached down and caressed his increasingly tight bulge.
It was over before it started however, and she parted - winking at him in appreciation as she left to work the rest of the stage. Standing in place, the boy was left in a dazed grinning stupor. Few noticed, but his ears now seemed oddly pointed and his once modest bulge was now inhumanly straining against an ever growing erection.
Having secured three new drinks, Ben rejoined his friends.
"Here you go lads" He said handing one drink to Jeff and attempting to hand one to David. David, however, didn't budge. His eyes were glued hungrily on the woman, a tent having formed in his pants.
The smoke filling the air crossed over his nose, each breathe bringing more in and each breathe deepening his stupor.
"Shes perfect...." He muttered, having not heard Ben
"uhhh...earth to David...here's a drink dude" Ben said, shaking David a bit.
Blinking, D avid turned with a somewhat confused look.
"uh...oh yea...drinks..." He said, not sure why he'd zoned out so much. Taking the drink a flush crossed his face as he realized he was tenting. He dropped a hand to subtly cover the bulge.
"I mean....yea she's hot and all" Ben said, responding to David's comment "But I knew this place was too good to be true....I don't want to be subject to that man's bulge all night. I'm straight and I don't want any half naked dudes in my life heh. After this drink, care to ditch this place?"
"Uh..well maybe we can have just a couple drinks" D avid replied, his eyes already drawing back to the magnetic dancing of the woman. "she's just so....perfect." His words gently drifted off in volume as his hand covering his tent idly began to stroke and encourage the erection.
"Dudes a lost cause" Ben said, turning to to try and talk to Jeff. Surpisingly, his other friend had left his side.
"Huh...must have gone to the bathroom " He thought. Looking over, he saw the woman had approached Jeff, bending down from the cat walk to give him the same treatment as the other boy.
Unimpressed, Ben's eyes once again turned to the dancing man.
"Fuck if I'm gonna be subject to this all night" He said, sipping his beer. As he swallowed, the smoke in the room began to flow into his nostrils. Ever so slightly they flared.
Strangely, he found himself continuing to start at the man. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the heady and increasingly strong musk of the room but for some reason the mans flexing and dancing was strangely intersting.
"Dude sure is in great shape...gotta give him credit for that" He said allowed, his pants starting to tighten a bit.
Ben took another sip of beer.
The man walked over to a woman a few feet from Ben, and bending over whispered something in her ear. Excitedly she nodded and Ben saw her hands reach up and squeeze his thick pecs, the muscles flexing in response. Gently, he rubbed his hands trough her hair as her eyes took in his chest and hands continued to explore the muscles. A dumb grin was plastered on her face as he stood and walked in ben's direction.
Ben sipped more. His pants were now painfully tight. His cock was telling the world it was Hungary and willing. His cock twinged in need and he felt a slight spurt of pre leave its tip. Somewhat surprised, his stupor biefly broke as he looked down at the small wet stain that graced his tented pants. Face blushing , he looked back up only to be greeted by a tented bulge. The stripper's bulge.