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Agent Hooters vs corporate America | LWeibull2 | 8

 

When you look around a bit and you notice the girls in this joint. Topless, they strut around the room, chatting and flirting with the patrons and giving lap dances. If you could disguise yourself as one of them you could easily move around unnoticed.

Brilliant idea! All you have to do is to strip down to your tiny panties and fuck me-boots you can easily pass yourself off as a stripper.

No sooner said than done. You wiggle out of your clothes and hide them in the dark corner, take a deep breath and make your entry. Allthough you're very nervous you manage to put on your most seductive smile, swinging your hips and bare tits invitingly as you swaggering make your way through the scattered crowd of sleazy men. You feel naked and exposed. The air conditioning is making your nipples erect and it feels like everyone's staring at you.

It takes some serious willpower not to cover up your breasts with your hands as you preen yourself for your shabby admireres.

But it works! You walk right past one of the goons and to your relief he looks straight through you. The regular guys on the other hand really starts turning their heads and some of them reach out to a pinch and slap of your string clad ass as you pass them. Clearly in violation of the big NO TOUCHING sign on the wall.

Soon you meet eyes with a middle aged unshaven and shabby character sitting alone in a booth. He discretly waves you over and his eyes indicates something else then the drunken desire of the other men.

You approach and lean over close to hear what he has to say.

"Agent Hooters, I presume? Glad you could make it. I must say you do live up to your name", he says while glaring at your tits.

You blush. The situation makes you feel uncomfortable, but you stay in character and you start to move sensually, rubbing yourself up against him. In case someone is watching it must look like you're giving him a real lap dance.

"I believe you got some information", you say as you squeeze your tits together right in front of his face.

At the same time you grind your crotch against his and you feel him getting hard inside his worn slacks.

"Unghh... That's right, Hooters. I got something solid for you, something pointing in the right direction. No pun intended", he laughs and continues.

"There's a new movie studio in town. It's called 'Intense Entertainment' and it has set up shop in an old warehouse over at the old docks. All I know is that it's somehow connected to what you're looking for. My advice is you head over there and investigate ... I'm shure you'll fit in there just as well as you do in this joint", he says, somewhat meaningly.

You take in the information while winding and squirming in his lap, feeling both proud and excited! From obtaining this great new clue – and from that you're really starting to enoy this dancing thing, and the effect it has in those slacks of his.

You decide to give him a grande finale as a thanks. You turn around and bend over, showing off your nearly bare ass, swaying it in front of him while grabbing and spreading your cheeks. You look back over your shoulder and blow him a kiss before dashing off.

As you make it back for the corner where you've hidden your clothes you suddenly feel a strong hand grabbing your arm from behind.

"Hey, slut! Where are you going?" someone calls out.

You freeze in horror and slowly turn around.

 

Who's there?


          The club manager

 
 
 

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