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Former Playboy Playmates Part 1: Stephanie's Move

Date: 7/1/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Female solo, Group Sex, Interracial, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Threesome, Voyeurism, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 86.4, Source: sexstories.com

thought to herself, laughing out loud, confusing the poor guy she was grinding on. “Oh sorry, you look a little like my son,” Stephanie told him. “It’s kinda funny.” “He’s a lucky son then. You’re really hot,” he said. “Thank you. You’re sweet.” Stephanie dumped her huge tits in the young guys face. She thought about taking his cock out right there and sucking it, but she didn’t want to get in trouble. ********** Later she was counting her money from private lap dances - $2000. She did the math. They were $40 a song, so she did 50. Fat Rob’s club gets half of that. She smiled happily at earning $1000 in one evening and went off to search for Fat Rob. She walked around backstage, but never found him. She even asked some of the dancers, the security guy, and some other employees if they had seen him – they all answered no. Stephanie started getting nervous. He was her ride home. She called him several times but no answer. She then did something very stupid – she left the club to go look for him. Panic was overtaking her as she made her way to the Escalade. Fat Rob wasn’t there. She thought about calling her son, she wasn’t sure why, so she dismissed that. She thought about calling the police, but why? He was still around, but she couldn’t find him. She decided to head back inside and look again. On her way back, she passed a group of men that she didn’t recognize from the club. They looked grungy, and might have been homeless, but she had no way of knowing. They followed ... her and when she turned around to see them slowly trailing her, the idiocy of her choice to leave the club to look for Fat Rob fully kicked in. She was wearing a tight, revealing, slutty dress – she wondered if they thought she was a prostitute. She started walking faster and faster, they matched her speed. She thought she heard one of them say “hey” or “come here” but she wasn’t sure. She was panicking, cursing Fat Rob, as she walked as fast as she could, and then breaking into a light jog. They followed her still. She looked around; one of them blew smoke into the night air and started jogging after her. Her heart racing, she rounded a corner, illuminated by street lights. In the distance she saw hope, she saw help, she saw a parked police car with an officer’s silhouette inside it. The window was down. Stephanie was running toward it. “I’m not a prostitute! I’m not a prostitute! I’m not a prostitute!” she yelled as she ran toward the officer parked inside. “Ma’am?” He got out of his car. Stephanie nearly ran into his arms. “Those men are chasing me,” She said frantically looking over her shoulder. “I lost my ride home – ” “It’s ok, it’s fine,” The officer said, watching the men slow their pace, some pretending to change direction and back off. “Go ahead and get in with me. I can get you home.” Stephanie nodded, making her way to the side of his car. There was something about this officer that was familiar. He was black and very tall, taller than Fat Rob, not as bulky, but ...