Chapter 5

Several strippers had done their routine, and then the stage was cleaned. Roger appeared with a microphone in hand.

“I trust that everyone has been enjoying the night’s entertainment, and remember that all funds raised are donated to the Belleville Hospital. The total amount will be posted on our bulletin board. I hope you men haven’t left the floor too sticky.”

“I recently visited Calgary, where I saw our featured guests perform at Blondies Cabaret. And what a hot and sexy performance! I knew I had to have them here for us to witness, and they graciously agreed and will donate half of their earnings to the hospital.”

There was mild applause for them.

“Please give a warm Belleville welcome to the husband and wife team of Cherice and Johnathon!” He motioned with his hand, and there was loud applause.

The music began, and a tall, slender brunette with well-proportioned breasts appeared wearing a light blue bra and thong that was so sheer, she may as well be naked. Her routine began as if she were doing yoga or gymnastics to show her flexibility. She faced the crowd by doing a handstand, spreading her legs wide. She seductively smoothed her hands up and down her sides, breasts, and pussy mound.

Cherice moved around, and surprisingly, Brenda appeared. Cherice turned her back to her, and she unfastened her bra. Brenda took it away, revealing full, firm breasts. Cherice thanked her with a soft kiss and felt her breast. She continued to move around and stopped to feel her breasts and tweak her nipples.

It didn’t take long for coins and paper money to litter the floor.

Next, she began to sensually touch and rub her pussy mound, the material separating her pussy lips. She unfastened the clip that kept her thong together, teasing a glimpse of her pussy. She turned away from the crowd and removed her thong. The audience saw her small, firm bare ass. She moved it side to side, then turned her upper body and playfully slapped one cheek, then the other.

“Fuck, she took off her thong! We’ll get a big fine or shut down if someone reports us because she’s totally naked,” Roger worried from off stage.

Cherice spread her legs and leaned over, her bald pussy now in view. Her fingertips teased her slit, then two digits entered. The crowd cheered and cheered, with more money falling onto the stage. She turned again and smiled as she licked her fingers, then reinserted them.

She went to the center front of the stage and sat with her legs spread. Her hands smoothed over her breasts and down her flat stomach to her pussy mound. She humped an imaginary cock, then her fingers took over. Her wet digits smeared juices over her hard nipples, then returned to her pussy.

The music died off as she went to the back of the stage.

High-pitched shrieks filled the air as a tall, physically fit man with no visible body fat strutted onto the stage. All eyes were drawn to the size of his enormous cock, hidden inside his semi-sheer blue pouch. Johnathon went to each corner, undulating his hips and striking several body-builder poses to show his muscular frame.

At center stage, he rubbed his cock, then slipped his hand inside his pouch, grasping his cock. He noticed several women sitting with their legs spread, showing him their bare pussy, with their tits out of their tops.

Then the chant began from the women, “Take it off, take it off.”

“Please don’t,” Roger muttered, shielding his eyes.

Women seated close to the stage went to the edge, tossing money and a few their panties. Johnathon teasingly pulled the front of his pouch down, almost showing the base of his cock. With his hand inside his pouch, he pretended to jerk off.

A woman went to the stage and opened her mouth as if waiting for his cum.

Johnathon stood in the middle of the stage, folding his arms and legs, taking a defiant stance as another song began.

The audience watched as Cherice appeared wearing her thong. She used his body as her stripper pole, climbing all over his upper body and rubbing her bare breasts over his chest. She made her way down to the stage floor, then, with an evil grin, teasingly pulled down the pouch that covered his enormous cock. She flashed it several times, the women cheering each time.

“Don’t show his cock; don’t show his cock!” Roger said it quietly. The next time she showed his cock, she kissed the head, then sucked several times on it. “Fuck, she showed his cock and sucked on it!” Roger couldn’t believe it.

Cherice climbed his body, wrapping her legs around his shoulders, and pointed her hands towards the floor. Her crotch was right in his face, and he kissed her mound. He raised his hand, unfastened her thong, and removed it. Her bald pussy was within reach of his tongue, and he began to lick her.

His strong arms helped her to turn around, and she removed his pouch. His long cock flopped out, and she took it in hand and began to suck on it. Dan didn’t know the name for this position, but they were doing a sixty-nine with him standing. He figured his cock to be ten or eleven inches.

Johnathon gently let her down, and the audience had a clear view of her sucking and sucking on his cock. The women cheered, throwing more money onto the stage.