I couldn't help it. I looked at the other strippers and excused myself.
"Where you going?" A tall, African-American woman asked.
"Restroom." I said.
"Need one of us to go with you?" She asked.
I almost responded sarcastically, but I knew women did that to avoid getting preyed on.
"I think I'll be fine here." I said.
"Okay." She said. "Ten minute rule, though."
"Sure." I said.
That meant I had ten minutes to explore this body before I had to explain myself.
I went into the nearest stall, and locked it. I then pulled up my shirt, showing those tits barely constrained by a bra. I felt them up, moaning quietly.
I was all ears, making sure no one else was in here. I then started to feel my stomach, then I slid my slender fingers under my panties...
I gasped, almost giggled with how good it felt. I was fingering myself hard, keeping track of the time as well. Soon, I shuddered, resisting the urge to cry out as I felt my first female orgasm.
I left the stall on shaky legs, washed my hands, and rejoined the rest of the strippers. By then our drinks had arrived.
"Just in time!" A thin Asian woman said. "Down the hatch!"
I almost gagged. I drink some, but I had never downed a double vodka in one pull.
"Hey, what's the matter?" The tall, African American woman asked.
"Long shift, I guess!" I said.
"Yeah, it was rough!" She said. "Those guys were relentless! And that bachelor party..."
"At least you didn't have to deal with that!" The petite Asian woman said. "They were animals!"
"But, we made bank, and we've got a day off." A tall, tan blonde said. "More than most of those jokers make in a week."
"True!" I said. "So, what are your plans?"
"See my kids," the African American woman said.
"Go home and sleep." The tan blonde said. "Actually see my husband, maybe, once I'm awake."
"I have no plans." The petite Asian woman said. The rest said their plans and I eventually tuned out. As I was walking away, the petite Asian woman, who was dressed in a grey hoodie, jeans, sneakers, but I could see in the gaps she was wearing tan pantyhose approached me.
"So, you don't have plans?" She asked.
"No." I said.
"Well, would you want to come back to my apartment? I'll make lunch!"
I realized by her expression lunch was not her main interest. But, she was cute.
Damn, should I?
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