A/N: This is a short story requested by OysterMan.
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Veronica perked up at the sound of knocking on the door. It could only be the stripper she requested. Setting down her drink, she made her way to the door. She wondered what kind of man he was. The company didn't really go into it, but she supposed that's how they worked. It wasn't like she had any experience dealing with any escort service before. Finding the right one for friend's bachelorette party had been difficulty, but hopefully it was well worth the money she spent on it. Nervously, she opened the door.
The first thing she thought was he didn't look like a stripper. Dressed in a green hoodie and loose black sweatpants, he stared at her though shaded visors. He was a least a few inches taller than her so she estimated her was around six feet. His most notable feature was the six dots aligned on his bald, light brown forehead. She swore she'd seen or at least heard of something similar before a long time ago. Whatever the case may be, the stripper was here even if he wasn't what she expected.
"You're here. Good. I was waiting for you. Please come inside."
Stepping aside so he could come through, she closed the door behind him. Her heart pounded as she just realized what it meant to have him in her home. She never thought she would get the chance to have some quality fun. It had always been work, work, and work for her. Dealing with drooling men who only cared for her body made it hard for her to find someone worthwhile to tangle in the sheets with.
Noticing he still hadn't said a word, she asked, "Would you like something to drink?"
"Water please."
He was polite. That was good. Or maybe he was paid to please her, but whatever. Indicating he could sit on the couch, she headed for the kitchen where her drink was still waiting for her. If she had looked back, she would have seen him cocking an eyebrow as he stared at her ass.
Mags didn't know how it happened, but he somehow hit the jackpot. In a place he'd never been to, he was only looking for directions. He didn't even know how he got from the city to some nice, posh house in the middle of nowhere. It didn't really leave him much options on who to ask for help so he had sucked up and knocked on the door.
Honestly, he didn't know what he was expecting. Maybe an old lady or senile old man. What he got was a sexy ass lady answering the door. It was a good thing he was wearing shaded visors or else she would have known he was checking her out. She had long, black, wavy hair draped over light skin. With a tight tube top that emphasized her large breasts - they had got to be DD - and tight spandex leggings that didn't hide her curves, she practically ticked off everything he liked in a woman.
When their eyes met, he was slight put off by her big, intimidating, light blue eyes. For a moment, he thought he had somehow managed to piss her off without even knowing her. Instead, she invited him into her home acting like she had been waiting for him. Well, he wasn't going to say no to such a lovely lady. When she had left the room, he got an eyeful of her large, perfectly shaped ass. It was a good thing his pants were good at hiding erections.
Now he checking out her home. If it wasn't obvious before, it was quite clear he was in the home of wealthy woman. Mags mentally went through possible reasons why she was expecting him or at least someone. He was pretty sure he'd never seen her before in his entire life. She would be very hard to miss or forget. Maybe she was mistaking him for someone. He needed more information.
Said person returned with two glasses. One was water and the other was juice. She passed him the water. "Here you go."
"Thank you." He took a sip of his drink.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Veronica Espinoza."
So she was Hispanic. Not that he had any problems with that. In fact, he really digged them. He just hadn't wanted to assume, but with a name like that, it had to be. Then again he wasn't one to talk considering how no one would think he was a black person with his appearance and actual name.
"You may call me Mags."
She fidgeted. "So how do we do this? Do you need anything before we start?"
Start what? "Is there anything in particular you wanted?"
"Not really. This is the first time I've ever had a stripper over."
Now everything was clear. She thought he was the stripper. The question was what happened to the real stripper. He supposed it didn't matter. It would be a waste not to see how this turned out. The problem was he didn't know what a stripper did besides strip. Well, he was going to have to wing it then.
"Then let's get started." He stood up. "Stay right there and watch."
Veronica watched as he shook his hips and moved in what should be an erotic dance. Not sure what she was supposed to do, she watched intrigued as he danced around the coach that was if you count shaking his hips and thrusting his groin forward as dancing. Things escalated quickly when he suddenly whipped out his cock. She thought her eyes were going to pop open. He was huge. She didn't think it was possible for a man's cock to be so big and she'd seen plenty of them.
Licking her lips, she wondered what it would be like to have it shoved down her throat or pounding into her pussy. The mere idea made her wet. When she reached out to touch it, he pulled back. Confused, she looked up at him as he crossed his arms.
"Nope. No can do. I have some very important rules before we can continue. Rule number one is no touching."
No touching? That was a disappointment. She really wanted to feel it throbbing in between her hands. What a tease.
"That means you can't touch yourself. You're going to sit there and watch as I touch you with my cock."
