For whatever reason Kimmy had come across Benny and Donny's radar. The two Latin coke dealers loved the innocent quality she had. She was the typical homecoming queen type. The type of girl guys grew up fantasizing about. Long blond hair and a tight little body. She was curvy but not in an over the top type of way. She looked like the type of girl who dated the captain of the football team then went off to college and hooked up with a med school student. When she shook her thong covered ass in Donny's face he would slip into a fantasy of bending her over a couch while her terrified husband watched him fuck her tight snatch. The husband would be named Chad or Todd or some other pussy white boy name. He would watch in fear and hatred as his wife was stretched out by a real dick. Shame would wash over the husband and Kimmy as her body surrendered to the orgasm he stole from her. Donny would wipe his big dick clean with her plain white panties and Donny would throw them in the boyfriend's white face. Donny would dress while Kimmy recovered still bent over the couch. The boyfriend too scared and ashamed to move would just sit there with the jizz soaked panties in his lap. Donny let his load fly in his pants as Kimmy ground her panty covered pelvis in his crotch. Donny liked the quick flash of revulsion in Kimmy's eyes before she remembered Donny was a VIP at the club. Donny lied seeing her bury her emotions as his seed seeped through his pants to her naked flesh.
Donny was really excited to see Kimmy exposed in a public setting. And Rich's wicked idea of her in a cheerleading outfit was perfect. Rich was a grade A pervert and the idea just built on its self. The MILFy Raven could play the part of the coach. Raven was only in her early thirties but that was several years older than any of the other girls. Raven dyed her hair jet black and had porcelain white skin. In the lights of the strip club, she almost glowed. Her bright white skin was the perfect canvas for the many colorful tattoos she had. Tattoo artists loved working on her and several of her tats were in portfolio books of the artists who had done them. Her body was tight from isometrics in the gym. She had small breasts with bright pink nipples that were barely darker than her perky breasts. Her small breasts weren't subject to gravity the way the big ones were and her body was as sexy as it had ever been. She had a waif-like waist. and long lean legs. She of course always wore black to contrast her skin.
Dillon had to pick one more girl to round out the three girl formula they had decided worked so well the last time. Dillon knew who he wanted to choose. The tall amazonian black stripper. Ashantay looked every bit the African warrior woman from the Ashanti tribe that had inspired her stage name. Dillon had a special grudge against strong black women and was looking forward to getting his hands on her big black ass. Ashanti was clearly hired because of her ass. White men who had grown up watching rap videos celebrating big cocoa booties loved watching Ashantay shake her stuff. There were a lot of nights that crowds of grown-up frat boys would make it rain when Ashantay dropped into a split. She could flex her buttocks to the thumping techno beat the D.J. picked. Candyass suburbanites chanted like O.G.s and fantasized about checking off a junk in the trunk ghetto queen from there sexual bucket list. Ashantay always wore the lightest of thongs that popped against her shiny dark brown skin.
After seeing how excited the old man from the beach got when staring down Gingers wild bare fire crotch, it was decided to target a location with an abundance of old men. The park where they gathered to play chess in the shade of an oak grove. There was a decent sized field close enough that the old men would have a good view of the action if they were wearing their glasses. Their reactions should be delightful as all the young stripper flesh was exposed.
The old men did not disappoint. Dillon had his sister Britney and her friend from high school Ashley infiltrated the chess tables under the guise of learning the game. The old men were thrilled that the young ladies had taken an interest. They were happy to interact with them. The old men thought nothing of it when the girls started using their cell phones to record their lessons. Some of the old men took on the persona of cheeky naughty grandpa offering to let the girls sit on their laps. Or they threatened to tickle them. Britney was offered a piece of candy if she were to retrieve it from a pocket. It was a little creepy but it made for a great set up so the girls rolled with it. The old men loved the opportunity to act cheeky with young ladies for the first time in decades. The old men really stepped up there game when the trio of strippers in disguise took their places in what was going to be called the ambush zone.
Kimmy got the attention of the old men immediately. She and Ashantay were in matching red Cheerleader outfits. Kimmy had the classic all American look the men had grown up with. The look posters used to sell them yo-yos and hula hoops back in the day. Raven looked the part in her sip up tracksuit. Raven's Tattoos were all covered so nothing looked a miss. She looked just like a cheerleader coach. Not that anyone was paying much attention to Raven when Kimmy was bouncing about in her short pleated skirt. One of the men openly prayed for wind. This brought a huge round of laughter. Ashantay suddenly stole the show by launching into a series of gymnastic flips, to the surprise of everyone involved in the shoot. Ashantay's brief panties were visible many times in the routine much to the delight of the old men. The lone exception was the old black chess player. He looked uncomfortable with this group of men ogling the young girl who reminded him of his granddaughter. The men were very excited by Ashantay's large derriere especially her but cheeks that were clearly hanging out from her panties. They were really hoping that Kimmy would launch into a similar routine to see her panties as well. It would be a real treat they would cherish.
