The applause was tremendous. Margi disappeared from the table and when she returned, she was carrying a small tray with six champagne flutes on it. “Waitresses can’t come out during a show, but there’s no rule that says I can’t go over to the bar.” She smiled, held up her phone, and said, “Besides, I texted an order over to the bar for pickup as soon as madeline finished her portion.” “Someday you are going to go too far, Margi,” Dianne said dryly. “And the whole club will enjoy watching you get your just desserts.” “Until then,” Margi said, “drink japanese up.” As she quickly handed the drinks around she said, “The Newbie’s is the one with the bow on the stem.” My drink didn’t look any different from theirs. I wondered why it was marked. For a moment I was worried that perhaps it was drugged. Shelly must have sensed my concern because she took it and downed about an inch of it. “They have to mark the free drinks,” she said. “Something with the liquor license.” “Oh,” I said, “thank you.” Champagne normally tastes like bad wine to me, but this wasn’t too bad. There was an overtaste of something that tasted almost like lime, but I couldn’t place it. I was still trying to figure out what it tasted like when I realized that I had downed the whole flute before anyone else had taken their second sip. The applause finally died completely away and a new song began. This one was more... haunting. It was slow and had violins and everything that normally makes me cry. I’m a sad drunk, I guess because tears were flowing down my cheeks as I watched raven grab her pole and seem to somehow slither up to about half way. Then she began doing a series of very slow, very athletic, acrobatic moves. At one point she was holding herself straight out from the pole with her legs spread wide as she slowly rotated herself around babe the pole using just the strength of her hands. I giggled slightly and Shelly leaned in and said, “What?” “It’s true,” I said between giggles. “We’re all pink on the inside.” She glared at me slightly and I quickly said, “Sorry, that must be the bubbly talking.” Margi must have caught her drink in her throat because she started coughing and hacking and gasping for air. Both Shelly and Dianne shot daggers at her with their eyes and she immediately took several deep breaths through her asian nose and quieted down. By the time I looked back at the stage, raven, was again at the very top of the pole and was Brunette lowering her body downward while keeping it flat like a flag waving from the pole. Then somehow she managed to put both feet against the pole and somersault herself into the air, landing facing the front of the stage in full splits with her hands high in the air. Again, there was tremendous applause. This time, after it had died away, the Head Mistress stepped onto the stage and said loudly, “Time to vote, my dears.” She paused a moment and then added, “Remember, any ineligible female... or sissy... who votes will join the loser up here on a punishment pole... except femdom they will be up here for the rest of the evening.” I leaned over to Shelly and whispered, “What is a punishment pole?” “Later, Precious, later. I replied by leaning into her and kissing her fully on her lips, letting my tongue do the talking for me. She snaked her tongue gently outwards and licked my lips with it before my tongue moved out to greet hers. He listened to her muffled moans as she struggled to take his length and girth. I can get you spreads in Maxim, Playboy…wherever. Bella's Brunette dark brown eyes stared up at him. Fahima's mouth popped off her sister-wife's nipple. Gasping and feeling her cunt spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. I didn't. What they both wanted. They’re still recording me. I’m on camera, right now. He pours himself a glass. I never dreamed that a dog could please a woman like this. It’s hot.” She was vaguely femdom aware of the 8 inches of man meat being driven into her, repeatedly, but she was completely oblivious to the fact that she was spraying herself with babe her own juices with every thrust. I walked up to her bed and asian put my cock into her from behind, causing her to moan loudly on Miguel's cock. Should I?” “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. My penis was now standing straight up and moving with each heartbeat. Trish was enjoying the dildo play and thought his words sounded sincere. " Oh Fuck i japanese forgot that " she looked at me " be gentle with her please ok i like you a lot but please don't hurt her" I want this, I need it.