Posted by Celtics on October 27, 2000 at 08:51:45:
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A buddy of mine and I had just pushed through the curtains and were awaiting a couple cold ones, when I noticed that the "Variedad" was beginning. The nasal toned CC DJ droned, "Everybody, welcome Estephanie." The lights dimmed, strobes started flashing, and Metallic's "Enter Sandman" began building...this gothic looking creature with perfect titties comes rockin out to the dance floor. Everything stopped, eyes focused on the floor. This chica was made to dance to Metallica. A cold, blank expression covered her face as she got down and dirty with her rythmic gyrations. Damn, I thought, I goota get me some of dat! Into her second song, I pulled out a dollar bill and she noticed and came right over, detached yet focused. This chica was speaking my language as she ground mi peni duro and stuck her milky white chi chis in my face. The blacklight above her gave the scene a surreal feel, very fitting with this chica. She didn't seem to mind when I licked her breast and grabbed a handful of beautiful ass. When she opened her little thong to accept my probing bill, my mind froze in time for an instant. Her panoche was perfectly shaven, beckoning me, thrusting. Not a hair to be seen anywhere on this vision from hell. Anywhere. My God. I half expected her penetrating eyes to blaze with fire and glowing teeth to open into thirsty fangs. "Off to never never land!" The nasal espanish voice woke me up with, "Please welcome Marbel!" My heartrate was just getting under control when this lovely, lithe creature bounded out from the back with some mesero jogging to keep up, his attempt at a cool ponytail bobbing up and down. Now I was thinking there is no way she can top Estephanie. Wrong. Marbel is flat out one of the best dancers I've seen anywhere across both borders, and I'm no stranger to strip clubs on our side. She was in a zone, showing off her rhythm and smooth moves. Where Stephanie was Rocky Horror Picture Show personified, Marbel was a top shelf performer exuding class, star quality. Beautiful dark eyes atop a sleek frame, she was on her game. I coaxed her into coming over to me, $ in hand...waiting. She pushed me down onto the coach/booth and grinded me, sticking her pert little breasts into my face. Her lips brushed my cheek and I felt myself flush hot. Whoa. The final dancer was perhaps not as stunning as the first two in terms of showmanship, but what a HOT body. One of the best asses in TJ, from what I've seen..."Please, everybody, welcome Grecia!" Aye Curumba! She had on this multicolored outfit similar to what a childhood sweetheart would have killed to wear...psychidelic colored body suit clinged to her every inch, bellbottoms swaying and ample cleavage swinging in time to a popular rap tune. This was one stunning chica. She really knew how to get the crowd going and guy's eyes were bugging out everywhere. I had to get a closer look at her glorious bod and waved a bone up in the air (yea, not THAT one!). She bounced over and mounted me, straddled my crotch, and dry humped me...she grabbed both sides of my head, planted it firmly between her gorgeous breasteses, and gave me the titty slap of my life, capturing my mind for a moment. She slapped me so hard, my beer fell over and we almost fell backwards. Now that's entertainment! She left the dance floor and the everything went back to same ole, same ole like nothing had transpired...the subtle flow of the CC was back, chicas waiting for clientes, backs to the wall, surrounding the club... Celtics
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