"No problem. I guess I remember how to shake my ‘thang’ and make the women cream..." Marcus laughed as he began to put on his outfit.
"I’ont know man, what with you having that fancy title of ‘Dr. Bennett’ now. At least you haven't let yourself get all soft and shit."
"Nah, never that my brotha. Gotta keep the body up, regardless of what I do. And you know the only reason I agreed to fill in is because you said these ladies were from out of town. I can't risk running into one of my patients while parading around in a G-string,” Marcus laughed. “They might expect a little bit more than an exam the next time I see them."
As the first of the strippers got ready to walk out, Marcus said in a tone loud enough to be heard by everyone. He’d heard them calling dibs on the women and wanted to make one thing perfectly clear. "The bride to be, shorty with the black shorts and white shirt...she's mine."
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Back in the room, the women were readying for the show with a heightened sense of anticipation. The DJ suddenly switched the music to something tempting and sexy. Jerra stood up.
"Alright, ladies. Up first is a brotha who goes by the name of Chocolate Fantasy...just looking at him is self-explanatory. He puts in work to make sure that all of your fantasies and desires are taken care of - and then some. Give it up for Chocolate Fantasyyyyyy......"
The ladies cheered and clapped while holding their money in tightly clenched fists. As Chocolate Fantasy stepped into the room, they went crazy. He hadn’t even taken off a stitch of clothing and was already living up to his name.
His pretty dark chocolate skin was as smooth as a baby's bottom. He wore a pair of white pants, a white silk t-shirt, and a white wide brimmed hat. His hips started gyrating to the music, hitting each beat precisely and sensuously. The way he worked his pelvis told the women the brotha knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing them. He was one of those men who didn’t just make love - he fucked.
Taking his hat off and throwing it to the crowd of screaming women, he revealed a snow white ‘doo-rag’ that only exemplified his bad boy vibe. He slowly ripped the thin, silk shirt from top to bottom before dropping it to the floor to reveal a chest and abs that were to die for. Pecs stood high and firm to the touch and his six pac popped out in defined bumps of muscle that begged a woman to run her tongue over every dip and crevice. Walking up to the ladies, he put his already hard dick up close and personal in their face. Taking his time, he removed his belt.
Eager to see his python, they threw bills in his direction to entice him to hurry. Giving them a sexy smile, he continued his slow strip tease. He knew what women liked and it definitely was not to be rushed.
Finally, he snapped the pants off and threw them to the side. Wearing only a pair of white boots and a smile, he stood up to his full 6'3" height. When the ladies saw how long and thick his dick was, they couldn't resist trying to reach out and touch it.
Chocolate began going down the line and simulating sex moves. Bestowing special, individualized attention, he did everything from dropping to his knees and burrowing his face between their legs to bending them over and dry fucking them from behind through their clothes.
By the time his show ended, all of the money thrown at him could not fit in the hat he tried to stuff it in. Keisha went to the kitchen and got a bag to help him gather his loot. Showing his appreciation, he tongued her down with a deep and thorough kiss, causing the women to go wild again.
Fanning themselves and squirming in their seats, they anxiously waited for the next performer. By now, Aleesha had loosened up and was enjoying the show along with everyone else, although she shook her head at some of the girls. Yeah, Chocolate Fantasy had done the damn thing, but he was just that - a fantasy. He knew exactly how to work his crowd and he did it flawlessly.
The next stripper to be announced was Pussy Pleaser. The women 'oooed and ahhhed' over the name before he even came out. When he did, their imaginations went wild at the sight of the 6' walking wet dream who strolled in.
Wearing only a black vest, black leather baseball cap, and a pair of black jeans that snapped closed along the side, Pussy Pleaser slowly made his way towards the women. Making a ‘V’ with two fingers, he placed them over his mouth and wiggled his tongue between the opening in a move which told the ladies he loved to lick and eat pussy. Needing no further explanation, the females in the room went bananas. Taking off the vest, he revealed his caramel muscled chest which attested to the time he spent in the gym.
Circling and moving his body like a snake, he turned to the sista closest to him and gestured for her to unsnap the side of his pants. Screaming, she tore them apart and quickly dove for the other side. He reached down and as if by magic, ripped the pants off in one swoop to reveal every inch of his naked glory.
And glorious he was. The women threw money at him, showing their delight at seeing what he was workin' with. Reaching in the pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a small bottle of baby oil and squeezed a generous amount in the palm of his hand. Pussy Pleaser threw his head back and closed his eyes while he grabbed his dick and leisurely stroked it until it grew...and grew...and grew. He had to be at least ten inches long!
When he walked closer to the women, they reached out and eagerly wrapped their fingers around it as he pushed his oiled up dick in and out of their closed fist. Pussy Pleaser indeed! By the time his set ended, he needed help gathering up his money as well.
Stripper number three, Marcus' friend Darrell, walked out to the sexy sounds of Keith Sweat. He went by the name of Eclipse, and had to be one of the prettiest motherfuckas they’d ever seen.
Tall with black, wavy hair that curled up at the ends, his gray eyes looked at them with an intensity that had them squeezing their thighs together in excitement. Eclipse had a natural gift which made a woman feel as if his attention was focused on her and only her.
Wearing a black knee length silk robe open at the front with a pair of black silk pajama bottoms underneath, he walked out smoking a cigar and looking sexy as hell. He puffed on the stogie as he stared at each of the women, one by one. In no hurry whatsoever, he ground the cigar out in an ashtray on a nearby table while he bobbed his head and mouthed the words to the sexy song playing for his set. He slowly rubbed his hands down his chest until he got to his dick, already erect and heavy underneath the pajamas.
Clenching his fingers around it, the women immediately knew why he was called Eclipse. The imprint of his masculine splendor through the silky material showed his girth to be unbelievably thick. Yes, whipping that out would surely cause an eclipse of the sun, making it little more than a shadow.
The women needed to see the real thing, so the money began to flow like water. Slipping the robe off, he teased them by inching his pajamas down an inch at a time while undulating to the music. Finally, turning around and showing them his contoured back, he inched the waistband past his ass, and over his muscled thighs. Stepping out of them, he slowly faced the eager females and put his hands on his hips, proudly displaying his extra thick piece of meat that promised to more than fill their cups up.
Screaming their approval, the women made it rain.
Eclipse picked up a healthy sista and turned her upside down so that her hands clutched his legs. The position put her face between his knees. Her legs rested against each of his shoulders, and gravity made her short dress fall down to reveal black bikini panties which were a size too small. Showing them just how nasty he could be, Eclipse held her firmly by the waist and lowered his head between her thighs. To their overwhelming delight, he stuck out his tongue and greedily licked her through her underwear. By now, the floor looked like a sea of green bills.
After he feasted for a few moments more, he flipped her onto her feet, steadying her and holding her up when she swayed from side to side. Wiping the back of his hands over his lips, he rubbed his stomach as if to say he enjoyed the snack. He continued to go to each of the women, giving them more of the same.
Finally, he looked over at Aleesha and slowly walked over to her. Placing a hand on either side of her head as she sat in the chair of honor, he leaned in close and whispered, "So you're the bride-to-be that has my boy whipped before he even gets a sniff of the pussy..."
Eclipse lightly ran the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear. "Don't worry. He's up next..."
Chapter 6
Walking away from Aleesha, Eclipse blew a kiss at the ladies. He needed several bags to carry all of the cash that had been thrown at him, and they were still screaming his name as he walked into the bedroom.
Aleesha sat frozen as the words he’d whispered in her ear reverberated in her mind: So you're the bride-to-be that has my boy whipped before he even gets a sniff of the pussy…
She took several deep breaths. What in the hell did that mean? Exactly what kind of shit had Marcus been talking back there??
At that moment, Rob came over with a fresh round of drinks. Being the professional that he was, he knew the more the alcohol flowed, the better his tips. This was also one of his special concoctions called Pussy Juice. It consisted of Bailey’s Irish Cream, Amaretto, and a splash of pineapple juice and orange juice.
Aleesha eagerly grabbed a glass, needing it to calm her nerves. She was just getting ready to take a large sip when she hesitated. She remembered what happened the last time she threw back that 'Knock Me Down and Fuck Me' drink Keisha had given her. That’s exactly how she’d gotten in this mess to begin with and ended up using Marcus' thigh as her own personal sex toy last night. Taking a small sip, she decided it was best to go easy on the alcohol for the rest of the night. She would need every bit of her senses to deal with the man who was getting ready to perform next.
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Marcus was in the bedroom the men used as a changing room waiting on Darrell to finish up. Leaning his elbows on his knees, he was rock hard just from thinking about all of the things he would do to Aleesha tonight. He was going to fuck her; that was already a well-established fact in his head. He knew it and whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not, she knew it too. The door opened interrupting his thoughts. Darrell walked in with bags full of money brimming over the top. Looking at Marcus, he grinned.
“You’re up, doc.”
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Jerra stood up to announce the final stripper. “Okay ladies I know we’ve enjoyed the show so far, right??” They all screamed in agreement. “Well this last performer is guaranteed to cure whatever ails you and soothe any aches and pains you might have. He knows how to beat it up, then turn around and kiss it to make it better….” She paused as the women let loose another round of screams. “Ladies. Give it up for Dr. HurtSoGood……”
The ladies screamed as Marcus walked into the room wearing dark blue scrubs. The sleeves of the top had been cut out showing tats on both of his muscled biceps. The thin material of the pants did nothing to hide his thick arousal, a fact that excited the women to distraction. Screaming out, they told him in no uncertain terms what they’d like him to do with the thickness outlined in his pants. Shy they were not. However, Marcus only had eyes for Aleesha. Walking slowly towards her, he was a man on a mission, and Aleesha was his intended target.
Aleesha couldn’t hide her nervousness as she looked at him close up. His dark brown skin reminded her of smooth, whipped chocolate. Catching her breath, she realized how good looking he truly was, but even more lethal was the fact that he possessed something few people came by naturally, and that was sex appeal. The promise of bomb ass sex practically oozed from every pore of his body.
And those eyes. His light brown eyes stared at Aleesha with an intensity that made her wet before he even came close to her.
Leesh quickly reached for her glass and took a big swallow to give herself a little liquid courage. Lifting the corner of his mouth in a half smile, Marcus stood in front of her. Shaking his head, he took the glass out of her hand and set it back down, wordlessly letting her know that he wanted her alert and unaffected by alcohol this time.
Walking over to the table, he grabbed one of the dining room chairs and sat it in the middle of the room in front of the ladies then turned towards Aleesha and gently took her hand.
Aleesha shook her head and tried to push herself back in her seat to escape, but there was nowhere to go. Giving her that sexy half smile again, he pulled her up and led her to the chair.
The women erupted in screams and applause because after all, it was Aleesha’s bachelorette party. It was only right that she got it put on her. One of the ladies screamed out, “Give it to her good, baby, show her what she’s gonna be missing.”
To encourage him to rock Aleesha’s world they began to flood the floor with bills. Aleesha shook her head at them to stop encouraging him, but that only made them more hyped. Once she was seated, Marcus looked deep into her eyes as he began to move his hips sensuously to the beat of the music. Circling his pelvis in front of her face, he clutched the top of his shirt and slowly ripped it all the way to the bottom. Aleesha’s eyes were glued to every inch of skin revealed. She was trying not to appear eager to see his body, but she had a feeling he easily read her thoughts.
Leisurely dragging the shirt down his thick arms, the women screamed for him to hurry. With his back still to the crowd, the shirt finally fell to the floor to reveal more tattoos on his back. These were a pair of angel wings, one on each shoulder blade. Lacing his fingers behind his head, he flexed his muscles to the rhythm of the music, making the wings flutter to the beat.
The women loved every moment of his performance so far. They watched as he rubbed his hands over his chest to slowly inch down to his stomach. After making sure he had Aleesha’s full attention, he grabbed his dick and stroked it in a lazy, hypnotic fashion as if he had all the time in the world. His eyes were letting Aleesha know the package he was holding in his hand was just for her. Aleesha could not stop her mouth from falling open at the overflowing bundle he clutched in front of her.
Marcus’ light eyes darkened when he saw how entranced she was with his crotch. He lifted her hands to his chest. Covering them with his own, he pushed them downwards until they came to rest on the waistband of his pants. Removing his hands he stood and waited for her to untie the string that kept them in place.
Hesitating, Aleesha looked up at him. Curling his hand around the back of her neck, he caressed the side of her face with his thumb, silently encouraging her to continue.