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Threads: The Island Chapter 3

Date: 9/28/2017, Categories: Fiction, Author: xmistiex, Rating: 75.6, Source: sexstories.com

inexhaustible. "Dude," Casey said. "If you call them that in front of any woman you're never gonna get laid." "I do fine, fucktard," Ed grinned. "Come on, let's go." Kyle followed Ed and Casey into the club, paying the steep twenty five dollar door fee. The club looked a lot better inside than it did outside, and there must have been a hundred guys in the room, with a bit of a relaxed policy of under twenty-one getting applied by the security staff. There was even a table of women across the room, getting cheers as one of them slipped a note into the g-string of a dancer. True to the advertising, a dancer was on another stage, gyrating around a pole, dressed only in black stockings and heels. "Full nudity, bitches," Ed announced. "Come on, let's go get a table," Kyle said, keen to get out of earshot of the security before Ed got them bounced right back out the door. They sat down around a small table with four armchairs and within thirty seconds Ed was waving a twenty at a tall, skinny redheaded dancer with underwear the same colour as her hair. "You looking for a dance, sugar?" she asked, her accent betraying her East-european origins. "You better fucking believe it, baby," Ed grinned, leaning forward in his chair. "Follow me, big boy," she purred, taking him by the hand and leading him off through an archway draped with strings of silver beads. "He's gonna get kicked," Kyle laughed. "Yep," Casey nodded. "No chance he can keep his hands to himself." "Bet you five bucks it ... takes less than two..." Kyle's voice trailed off as he caught sight of a familiar face. "That's Julietta.... from the waterpark!" She was about thirty feet across the room, with long black curly hair, tied up at the back and dressed in black and silver underwear that showed off her body to perfection. She stood amidst a table of four guys, baiting them on to buy a dance. "The stripper with the long dark hair?" Casey asked, looking where Kyle's gaze was fixed. "That a wig she's got on, bro?" "Must be." Julietta's hair was cut in a short bob that swept to one side, but her hair was a similar shade to the wig she was wearing. "She never said she was a fucking stripper. Business student at Berkeley, she told me." "Well, if she's working here, she must have been planning to blow us off," Casey pointed out. "I wonder if the rest of the girls work here too. I'm going for a look." Kyle nodded as Casey got up and left the table. He watched Julietta for a minute or two, feeling pretty disappointed that she'd lied to him today. He genuinely thought they were getting on good, that there was a mutual attraction there, and he felt optimistic about his chances tonight. Not now though. "Hey baby," Kyle heard as he felt a touch on his arm. He turned to see the dancer from the stage when they'd first come in, now with a tight black dress on to supplement her stockings and heels. "Hi," he replied, not really sure what to say. "You gonna spend the night looking at Sahara from afar, or would you ...