A Gender Fluid Threesome

“You have perfect nipples”

Rat looked up, unsure of who was addressing them. They were sitting in a booth beside one of the mini stages for VIP dances. Rat had been lost in thought, typing a to-do checklist into their phone. They hated forgetting important details, and they had forgotten a very important detail: to shave. Rat reached down self-consciously, and rubbed the stubble emerging on their shins, then grimaced. There was no doubt they would receive some snide comment from a troll of a man about it.

“Yo, did you hear me?”

Rat realized they had drifted back into their thoughts and had forgotten to respond to the compliment. A dancer was now occupying the mini stage beside them.

“Thanks!” Rat finally answered, smiling uncomfortably.

Rat had forgotten that they were wearing a bodystocking dress. It was always a crowd pleaser, especially because their nipples were clearly visible under the sheer fabric. It was garment enough that they didn’t get in trouble for violating the dress code, but sheer enough that customers didn’t need to struggle to imagine what was underneath.

“I’m Candy, what’s your name?” Candy asked as she spun around the pole, landing gracefully on her knees.

“Lilith.” Rat responded.

“Cute name. You like girls, Lilith?” Candy asked, wiping sweat from her brow. She grinned mischievously at Rat. Candy began combing her fingers through her mess of long, tangled brown hair.

“I like everybody.” Rat replied, rote, realizing belatedly that it was perhaps a more pointed question. It was the standard answer Rat gave to men looking for a “bi curious” experience.

“Perfect.” Candy said, as she lifted her mane of hair and fanned her flushed neck, “I have a regular coming who likes to watch girls fuck, and I need a partner, if you’re down.”

“Is he buying a champagne room?” Rat asked, excited by the prospect of doing a dance without having to hustle anybody into it first.

“At least one, maybe more if he likes you.” Candy replied, winking.

“He tip well for the fuck show?” Rat asked.

“$500 each, per dance.” Candy answered casually.

Rat was getting excited. That would push them a third of the way to their nightly goal even if they only did one dance together. Rat intended to milk it, no matter what they had to do. It was nearly midnight, and the club was bustling. A group of Ravens players had bought out the VIP lounge upstairs and were surrounded by a mob of strippers chugging jager bombs. Rat preferred to avoid groups. Solo men were easier to talk to. When the men gathered in a pack, there was too much posturing and performative interest. Men would pass up dancers they liked because they didn’t want to be seen liking someone unconventionally attractive. When they gathered together, they tended to settle for the lowest common denominators: the blondest, biggest tits, thickest ass, juiciest lips--all things Rat clearly did not have. Not that Rat wasn’t conventionally attractive. Rat was a pretty boi. While they didn’t have much to speak of with regards to breasts, they had what many men had described as, “a real dump truck ass”. It had been the source of personal dysphoria outside of the club, but in the club, it was a money maker.

“What do you normally do in the shows?

“Whatever you’re comfortable with. We could pretend to go down on each other, or…” Candy held up a peace sign and flicked her tongue between her index and middle fingers.

“When was the last time you were tested?” Rat asked, feeling the tips of their ears prickle as a blush crawled down their back.

Rat was grateful to be Black and under dim lights. Rat was rarely embarrassed when discussing sex. Normally, Rat was the aggressor, unabashedly using corse terms to describe the fucking that was the bread and butter of their labor, but this felt different. The scent of vanilla musk wafted from Candy’s slick skin. Candy rolled her eyes.

“I get tested once every two weeks, so about a week ago.” Candy replied, smirking.

“And how many people have you been with since then?” Rat pressed.

“Two. What about you?”

Rat blushed again, embarrassed they had been judgmental about Candy’s diligence when they were not nearly as diligent themself.

“Uh, I got tested a month ago. But I always use protection, and I’m asymptomatic.” Rat babbled.

Candy snorted, “How many?”

Rat attempted to do the calculation in their head. They averaged about one per night at the club, maybe two if they were lucky, and they worked three nights per week.

“I wanna say twelve, give or take.” Rat scratched the back of their head, suddenly bashful.

“Wow, you’re a big ole slut.” Candy laughed.

“I prefer the term ‘whore’.” Rat shrugged.

“Hot.”

Rat was surprised Candy had responded positively. Or had she? They couldn’t tell if Candy was being facetious or if she really thought it was hot that Rat was a whore. Maybe she didn’t believe them?

“Is it?” Rat asked, their head spinning with questions.

“You just don’t seem like the type, no offense. I mean, you’re really discreet about it. I would never have guessed.”

“Thanks?”

Rat still wasn’t sure whether any of this was positive or negative.

“It’s a good thing. I prefer whores over prudes. Why not bank on what you’ve got?”

Candy took a seat next to Rat and looked at them sideways. Rat grew increasingly nervous. Candy turned so that she was facing Rat, and leaned in close.

“Mind if I inspect your pussy before we do this thing?”

Her breath smelled like peppermint and blunt smoke. Rat felt their hole tingle. On the one hand, the question felt very invasive, on the other, it was technically a valid request. Rat was apparently more sexually active than Candy, albeit while diligently using protection, but shit happens. It was fair to want to do a quick scan of the merchandise before buying in.

“Where?”

Candy looked around, picking at a cuticle as she considered her options.

“There’s a dark booth over there.” She said finally, pointing to a secluded corner booth, “Or, we could go to the bathroom.”

The corner booth might work, but there was always a chance someone might pass by at an inopportune moment. On the other hand, the bathroom was always packed with strippers chatting, doing their hair, or purchasing outfits or jewelry from the bathroom attendant, Mama Tina. Plus there was always a line, and inevitably, there was always at least one stripper taking a shit. Rat eyed the corner booth. It was a brash option to consider, but if they hurried, they would probably be fine.

“We can do the corner booth if you make it quick.” Rat decided.

Candy nodded. Rat and Candy snuck over to the corner booth. Rat laid back on the seat, looking around to make sure nobody was walking through.

“May I use my hands?” Candy asked.

Rat felt a rush from a combination of adrenaline and arousal. Their hole was getting wet with anticipation. They went to their “softening” thoughts: their grandma’s face, the homelessness problem, red licorice.

“Sure.” Rat replied briskly.

Rat slid down their panties and opened their legs. They felt a bit like they were about to receive a gyno exam. Candy pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight.

“Cover the light!” Rat chastised.

Candy cupped her other hand over the light and began her inspection. Rat watched her face with anticipation. Candy gently used one finger to pull apart Rat’s lips, inspecting the inner labia. Rat felt a shiver crawl up their spine. They held their breath, trying to stay still even as their hips wanted to thrust forward. A little droplet of arousal slid down from Rat’s opening toward their anus. Candy kept an unflappable poker face. She leaned down and sniffed Rat’s hole. It was tantalizing, feeling Candy’s warm breath so close to them. Candy’s damp hair cascaded onto Rat’s exposed thighs, leaving trails of wetness behind as she sat back up.

“You look good to me,” Candy announced, as she gathered her hair into a ponytail.

“Cool,” Rat replied, sheepishly, “So… Is he on his way?”

Candy checked her phone.

“He says he’s five minutes away. We can go wait for him by the bar.”

Candy and Rat gathered their purses and carefully descended down the staircase. Going down stairs in Pleasers was always harder than going up stairs. Rat had rolled down the staircase a few times after particularly wild nights, drinking to get through rooms with unpleasant customers. They had twisted their ankle after one particularly bad spill, and hadn’t been able to work for a month. From below, it looked as if the two dancers were simply performing an act of delicacy, not one of self-preservation.

They paused at the bar, flagging down one of the bartenders who was wearing a formidable looking leather corset.

“Two waters please.” Rat ordered.

The bartender looked at them, irritated they had interrupted her conversation with the barback.

Rat and Candy sat together, sipping their water.

“You do blow?” Candy asked.

“If I have to.” Rat replied, “But not for myself.”

“Don’t feel pressure, but this guy likes to get high.” Candy checked her phone, impatiently, “He likes to snort it off of my body, which I’m cool with. But if that makes you uncomfortable, I can tell him to do it in the bathroom.”

“Nah, it’s cool. I don’t mind. A limp dick means less work for us.”

Rat fiddled with their bodystocking dress. Their nipples had found their way in between a bit of the fishnetting and had slipped out. They were attempting to tuck their nipples back under the fabric when Candy nudged them.

“He’s here.”

Rat looked up to see a short, potatoey white man grinning at them. He wore a mustache that looked like an old broomstick, and gave off “retired cop” energy. He held out a thick hairy hand, and Rat reluctantly took it, returning his smile with a pained one of their own.

“Candy, you didn’t tell me she was stunning!” He said, as he gripped Rat’s hand with ebullience.

“She is stunning, isn’t she?” Candy replied.

“I’m Lilith, what’s your name?” Rat interjected, irritated to be talked around.

“Paulie’s my name, don’t wear it out!” Paulie replied.

He smiled so widely, Rat could see every one of his discolored teeth.

“She give you the rundown?” Paulie asked, as he wrapped his arms around Candy, groping her hip.

“I think so.” Rat said, nodding.

Rat was uncomfortable watching Paulie grope Candy with such casualness. Rat knew it was normal, but a piece of them suddenly felt protective in a possessive way.

“So, do you pretty ladies wanna go straight up, or would you prefer to share a drink first?” Paulie asked.

“I’m ready now, if y’all are ready.” Rat replied without hesitation.

Rat was not interested in wasting time getting to know Paulie. He was a client, he wanted a lesbian fuck show where he could do blow. Easy peasy.

“I love an eager beaver, if you know what I mean.” Paulie licked his lips and wrapped his other arm around Rat’s back. He squeezed Rat’s bottom, and attempted to slide further down, but Rat caught his hand and replaced it on their ass.

“Let’s wait until we get to the room, love.” Rat winked at him.

Rat did not enjoy PDA. Rat did not like anybody knowing their business unless it was absolutely necessary. It was clear that Paulie was going to be a handful, but Rat knew that the most lucrative customers often were. The trio ascended the staircase once again, linked in a cumbersome hug that caused them to move awkwardly. When they arrived at the champagne room area, the bouncer allowed them to pass without hesitation.

“Everybody knows Paulie.” Paulie explained.

He finally released the two dancers and strode over to a booth on the far left. The bouncer opened the door for them, and Paulie handed him a hundred dollar bill.

“Can you get us a round of vodka crans? Keep the change.”

“You got it, boss.” The bouncer said, and closed the door behind him.

The champagne room was the size of a small bedroom. There was a black leather couch that looked as if it had been salvaged from a casting couch porno; a mini stage with a pole in one corner; two side tables for drinks; and a worn wooden coffee table in front of the couch, for whatever the side tables couldn’t hold. Rat took a seat on one side of the couch and made themself comfortable, unbuckling their shoes.

“I might have you put those back on later.” Paulie said, eyeing Rat’s feet, “You got pretty feet though.”

Candy reached into her purse and produced a small baggy. She handed it over to Paulie and began running her fingers through his thinning hair. She slid down her bra and exposed her ample breasts. Rat had never really paid Candy any attention prior to this moment. Rat had seen her around, but she wasn’t the highest profile dancer. She wasn’t very loud, she wasn’t much of a pole queen, she had a natural body: she was a bit lowkey. Her breasts were beautiful though. They hung, full and natural with large areolas that ended in little hard points. Paulie gathered one of her nipples into his mouth, and Rat felt a pang of jealousy. They wanted to lick Candy’s nipples. Rat salivated a little bit at the thought, as Candy moaned encouragingly. She looked at Rat as if to measure their response to seeing Paulie go to work. Rat winked at her, and followed Candy’s lead. They slid over to Paulie and began reaching between his legs to fondle his groin. Paulie paused and looked at Rat’s hand gliding over his erection.

“I like this girl, she knows what to do.” He said, and returned to sucking Candy’s nipples.

Rat leaned forward and reached for Candy’s other breast. They made eye contact with Candy. They didn’t want to overstep any boundaries, but they could hardly restrain themself.

“Your nips look so delicious. Mind if I suck the other one?” Rat asked.

Candy raised her eyebrow and smiled a half smile.

“Sure.”

Rat bowed down and gathered Candy’s nipple into their mouth, tasting the salt of her sweat and a faint sweetness. They felt Candy’s nipple harden in their mouth. Candy placed a hand on Rat’s shoulder for stability. She was having trouble staying up.

“This one really likes girls, doesn’t she?” Paulie asked, rhetorically.

Rat shut their eyes, trying to tune him out. He was ruining a beautiful moment, as men tended to do. Rat enjoyed feeling Candy’s weight on their shoulder. Duo dances were usually a treat Rat enjoyed because of the camaraderie. Fleecing a customer with a friend was a special bonding experience. They could commiserate if it went poorly, or celebrate if they managed to leave with a bag. There was the shared mischief of pretending to get it on without actually having sex that was especially pleasurable. But this time, things were different. Rat wasn’t performing. Rat wanted to feel Candy’s body against their own. They ached for it.

Suddenly, a knock separated the three from their erotic embrace. The bouncer entered with three vodka cranberries on a serving tray that he gingerly laid out on the coffee table. Rat gathered themself, jolted by the sudden halt of events. They eagerly grabbed their drink and downed half of it. Candy took hers in a single gulp before the bouncer had left the room.

“One more for me, please.” She instructed, tapping her glass.

The bouncer looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

“Get her anything she wants. It’s on me.” Paulie confirmed, as he ruffled Candy’s tangled hair.

As the bouncer shut the door again, Paulie fiddled with the little bag of blow. Candy immediately bent over in front of him so that her ass was in his face. He tapped a bit of coke onto one of her cheeks, leaned forward, and inhaled it all at once, turning red in the face. He slapped his ear and squeezed his eyes shut.

“It’s our little ritual.” Paulie explained, “Somehow coke tastes better off of a stripper’s ass, go figure!”

Rat admired Candy’s soft thighs, and the way her panties wrapped between her legs.

“It’s quite the pretty picture, isn’t it?” Paulie added, following Rat’s gaze.

Rat nodded, entranced. Paulie snorted loudly and cleared his throat.

“Gets caught in my nasal passages sometimes. Gotta clean it out.” He turned to Rat, “You want any?”

“Nah, I’m good just drinking.” Rat replied.

“Suit yourself. More for me and Cans over here.” Paulie leaned forward and honked Candy’s breast, “Get it? Cans!”

Rat cringed. Why did adult men behave like this?

“She doesn’t like my jokes, Cans. She doesn’t think I’m funny.” Paulie chided.

Shit. Rat kicked themself, frustrated they had let their irritation slip out, but Paulie was such a vexing man. If he just shut up, he would be completely tolerable. Rat forced out a chuckle and smiled more broadly.

“It’s okay, just means I gotta be funnier!”

That made Rat snort for real. There was nothing Paulie could intentionally say that would ever be funny, but he was comedic accidentally. Paulie sunk back into the sofa and looked dazedly between Rat and Candy.

“I must be the luckiest bastard on planet earth right now, getting to watch two gorgeous ladies fuck in front of me.” He said, pausing, then clapped his hands twice, “That means you two start fucking.”

Rat blinked. It felt a bit sudden, but that was how these things tended to go. One moment you’re having a nice chat, the next you’re diving into intercourse. Candy walked over to the mini stage and gestured for Rat to sit beside her. Rat felt a wave of performance anxiety pass through their body as they walked over to the mini stage. The moment they’d anticipated had arrived, and every impulse they’d had earlier dissipated. How do sex?

“Kiss me.” Candy instructed.

Rat was grateful she was taking the lead. Candy cupped Rat’s face in her hands and pulled them to her. Candy’s hands were soft against Rat’s stubbly chin. Candy leaned in and bit Rat’s lip hard enough she almost drew blood, then jammed her tongue down Rat’s throat. It was overwhelming, and yet exactly what they wanted. Candy’s forcefulness inspired Rat. They grabbed Candy’s wrists and forced her down until she was lying on her back. Rat’s tongue darted for Candy’s nipples again, as they rubbed their powerful thigh against Candy’s pussy. Candy thrust her hips against Rat’s thigh as she writhed beneath them.

“Ooo! I like where this is going.” Paulie chimed in from across the room.

He was far enough away that Rat could almost tune him out, but the man was persistent.

“I bet you two would love a nice giant plastic cock to fuck each other.” He speculated, “I bet Lilith could take a really big one.”

He fiddled with his zipper and pulled out a very flaccid penis. He began vigorously tugging it, attempting to bring it to life in a way that looked incredibly uncomfortable to Rat. But thankfully, it wasn’t a problem the strippers needed to fix. Rat was doing the job they’d been paid to do, and they were thrilled to be doing it. Rat tucked their face into the crook of Candy’s neck and nibbled until Candy started laughing uncontrollably. It was thrilling, watching her lose control of her body. Rat was fully hard, a very rare occurrence at the club. Their clit was noticeably engorged. Since beginning T, their clit had grown substantially. Luckily the growth was only visible when they were aroused, which was thwarted by nearly every customer they had to deal with at the club. But now, they were a thin cloth of club panties away from being totally exposed. Rat pressed their erection against Candy’s thigh instinctively. She felt so good. Rat wanted to be covered in her sweat. Suddenly, Rat realized Candy was stroking their chin. Rat snapped back instinctively, but Candy wrapped her legs around Rat’s waist and tugged them back down again. Rat blinked, unsure of what was happening.

“I like it.” Candy whispered, “And that.” She said, gesturing with her eyes down at Rat’s erection.

Rat’s breath caught in their throat. They’d been found out. What would Candy do with the information she now had? Rat loosened their hold on Candy’s wrists, and Candy took the opportunity to wriggle out. She pulled Rat onto the stage and sat on their crotch. Rat felt all the blood in their body rush downward to their little apex. Candy ground against their erection. Rat could feel their wetness meeting Candy’s, mingling together. It was not their typical safe sex practice, but Rat wanted it. Rat moaned and shut their eyes, overwhelmed by the delicious pressure, and the beauty of Candy on top of them. Candy leaned over until her face was hovering above Rat’s.

As she kissed them, she whispered, “I want you to fuck me with it.”

Rat opened their eyes, unsure if they had heard what they thought they’d heard.

“Now?” Rat asked, nervous.

It was one thing to have fake lesbian sex for a client, it was another to actually do it, and still another to actually have sex the way Rat liked to have sex. Rat’s penis was new, and they hadn’t really explored what partnered sex might look like with their new apendage. Their erection pulsed of its own accord. Candy slipped her finger into Rat’s panties and teased their opening. Rat was still adjusting to their body. Did they want to live a no-touch-top life? Were they a penetrator, not a penetratee? Or could they enjoy their hole and their dick simultaneously? Most of the other trans mascs they knew refused penetration, but Rat was a hooker and had no problem selling their hole. Sometimes it even felt good, like scratching a deep itch, but in that moment, Candy’s touch was exactly what they wanted. They felt exposed, and yet inspired to be an exhibitionist.

“Can I go in?” Candy asked, as she traced her finger up and down Rat’s opening.

“Do it.” Rat replied huskily.

Candy’s fingers plunged into Rat’s hole.

“Yeah, you fuck that pussy!” Paulie cheered from the couch.

His penis was still soft, but he remained undeterred as he tugged himself vigorously. As Candy plunged her fingers into Rat, she slipped her thumb around Rat’s penis stroking their erection. Rat stared up at Candy in disbelief. She was a fucking angel. Candy stared down at Rat with determination on her face. Rat reached into Candy’s panties and began playing with her opening. Candy gasped and angled her pussy to give Rat better access. Rat slid one finger in, then two.

“Things are getting interesting!” Paulie announced, gleefully.

“Fuck, Candy!”

The words escaped from Rat’s mouth as they fell into an ecstatic trance.

“Fuck me, Lilith.” Candy commanded.

“Wait wait wait. You two are having too much fun. You better not come before Paulie does.” Paulie said, waggling his finger.

There was no chance Paulie would ejaculate, Rat thought. If they had to wait on his coke dick to come back to life, nobody would get to come that evening. The idea made Rat’s dick sore.

“Why don’t you two take a break and taste each other’s delicious fluids?” Paulie suggested.

Rat and Candy exchanged a look as they paused to catch their breath. Rat’s whole body was vibrating with erotic tension. Their nipples were hard enough that they could cut glass. Candy popped the fingers she’d had inside of Rat into her mouth and sucked on them greedily.

“She tastes so good.” Candy purred.

Rat followed suit without thinking, popping the fingers that had teased Candy’s wet pussy, into their mouth. She tasted delicious: savory and spicy, with a hint of tanginess. Rat shut their eyes, savoring the flavor.

“I could eat Candy all day.” Rat added, mimicking Candy’s porny tone.

“Too much sweets will rot your teeth!” Paulie chimed in.

“Paulie!” Candy whined, “You and these jokes.”

“What? I’m a funny man.” He said, shrugging, “When you ain’t got looks, you gotta be funny. When you’re ugly and not funny, well then you gotta have a lot of money! And luckily I got the funny and I got the money!”

Rat snorted, then began laughing loudly.

“Ey! See! She likes some of my jokes!”

“You’re a real comedian, Paulie.” Candy laughed.

“You hear that folks? I’m here all night.”

Paulie pinched the baggie of coke open and used a key to scoop out another bump.

“You sure you don’t want any? This shit’s puro.” He asked, holding out the baggie.

“Nah, I’m good.” Rat replied.

“You healthy people. I swear the youths don’t know how to have fun.” Paulie muttered, rubbing his nose.

Rat was actually having a lot of fun. In spite of Paulie, in spite of being at work, in spite of being seen by Candy--maybe even because of it.

“You two look like you’re suffering.” Paulie snorted, raising an eyebrow, “Go ahead and continue with the fucking if you like, don’t mind me. I’m just the guy paying for you two to have your fun.”

“Oh Paulie, don’t feel left out. We can bring the party over to you.” Candy said, sitting up.

“I’m just a heterosexual male. What am I even bringing to the table for you two lesbos?” He asked, fishing for affirmation.

He was bringing nothing to the table, aside from money. If Rat was generous, they could have credited him for bringing them together with Candy, but that was almost incidental. Candy had scouted Rat. She had initiated everything. If anyone was to thank, it was Candy.

Candy walked over to Paulie and sat on his lap. She ruffled his hair and pulled his face into her breasts.

“Paulie! Stop being such a drama queen. You know you’re my man.” She chided, as she pecked him on the cheek.

Paulie smiled and grabbed Candy’s ass. He reached between her legs and slid his finger between her pussy lips. Candy looked down, but didn’t move.

“Candy’s always wet for me.” Paulie said, plunging his finger into Candy’s vagina.

Rat cringed. They didn’t know what Candy’s boundaries were with clients. Rat went over to Candy, and knelt down as if to kiss her. They stared into Candy’s eyes, and moved toward one of her ears.

“Is this okay with you?” Rat whispered into Candy’s ear.

The music of the club was loud enough that the whisper was only audible to Candy.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” Candy replied, just as quietly.

She pulled Rat’s face to hers and gently kissed them, assurance in her eyes.

“Yeah, Paulie! Fuck that pussy.” Candy moaned, winking at Rat.

Paulie began more vigorously fingering Candy. Rat smiled, relieved that what was happening was consensual. Rat grabbed Candy’s drink and carefully brought the straw to Candy’s lips. Candy sipped, grateful. Drinking helped with certain things, one of those being getting finger blasted by an over-enthusiastic client. Paulie wiped sweat from his forehead. He was panting with effort. It was almost charming to watch a man put effort into what he imagined might please a woman. Not that he was actually pleasing anybody. He wheezed and stopped.

“Did you come yet?” He asked.

The expression on his face conveyed that it was an entirely genuine question. He believed at the bottom of his heart, that he had done something. Rat looked curiously at Candy.

“Not yet! But, I was sooo close!” Candy cooed.

“Jeez.” Paulie replied, frowning.

He looked from Rat to Candy. The two dancers stared up at him like innocent little puppies. Men want to feel like they’re in control, but as soon as they have that control, few know what to do. Paulie scratched the back of his head, trying to decide where to take the party next.

“We could play with ourselves while you stroke yourself off?” Candy offered.

That one was a crowd favorite. Strippers liked it because they could maintain distance from an exposed cock, and customers liked it because it was like watching a cam show, but in real life. Paulie’s dick seemed to have shrunken even further away. It was as if it was withering away before their eyes. Paulie pawed at his lifeless junk, attempting a revival. It was no use.

“Want some help?” Candy asked.

“Maybe if you came over here and rubbed those delicious cans against my cock, we could get this party going again.”

“Of course, daddy.” Candy said.

“Maybe don’t call me ‘daddy’. I’ve got a daughter your age. I hear ‘daddy’ and my first thought is, ‘What does she want this time?’ ha.”

“Sorry, Paulie.”

Candy knelt between Paulie’s legs and reached into his boxers to find his deflated penis. Rat shivered. Penis envy, penis shmenvy. Candy gave it her all. She massaged his dick with her hands, then gently cupped the limp dick and smushed it between her breasts. It was the saddest tiddy fuck Rat could imagine. A little bead of precum sprouted from the head of his penis. Rat couldn’t tell if this meant her efforts were working, or if Candy had just managed to massage out a bit of fluid trapped below the surface.

“Just like that, baby.” Paulie said, “Feel it getting harder?”

Rat tried to contain their amusement by burying their face in Candy’s back. Rat laughed silently. Candy squeezed Rat’s hand. Thankfully, at that moment, the bouncer knocked on the booth door. Everybody scattered to separate places in the room. Paulie hurried to tuck his mushy penis back into his pants; Rat bounded off to the mini stage, and Candy sat with her legs across Paulie’s lap to make sure he wasn’t exposed. The door opened, and the bouncer entered with a clipboard.

“Time’s up, unless you want another round.”

The bouncer looked from Candy and Paulie to Rat on the stage.

“Let’s do another one.” Paulie declared, honking Candy’s breast.

“Excellent. Same card?”

“Yeah, and bring us another round of vodka cranberries.”

“You got it, champ.”

The bouncer left, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Candy helped Paulie zip his pants in preparation for the bouncer’s return. Rat adjusted their dress and finished the last swig of their drink. It was going to be a very lucrative night.