So there I am, wasted outta my mind, shakin' my ass out on the dance floor to the powerful industrial dance beat, and movin' to the screaming electronic screams. A very fine looking gothic vixen drapped in latex and leather, and black electrical tape criss-crossing over her nipples on her huge tits passes in front of me. She flashes a seductive, evil girly grin at me and continues to confidently strut away, all the while shaking her hips...

(Click on their pictures below for a sample of what this evening had in store. Oh man! You're in for a treat!)

Name: Frankie

Age: 26

Job: Bartender

Sexual Preference: Bi

Turn-on: Being in Charge

Fantasy: Actually being in charge for once

Name: Angie

Age: 25

Job: Cage Dancer

Sexual Preference: Straight

Turn-on: Fat Cocks

Fantasy: Being Treated Like the Bad Girl She is, and In Total Submission

I followed her to the bar and struck up a conversaion with her. Her name was Angie, an 110 pound (her tits being 50 pounds) New York Italian, Cage Dancer shining pure firey sex! Looking at her, you would think that she would be the type that if you weren't careful she would be putting on the strap-on and making YOU bend over, but she wasn't that type at all (which you will soon find out!). She was very forward to some degree, but also all about being a woman and coy.

We began a little bit of harmless flirting, but me being a stranger and all, I could tell that she was a little more intersted in the club's bartender, Frankie(Yeah, once again I was getting shafted on this deal...but hey, you wouldn't looking at this site drooling right now if this didn't happen, right!?). We all hung out at the bar the rest of the night laughing and joking around with eachother. Angie was giving Frankie a lot of vibe, but he just wasn't picking it up! Finally, after most of the night being frustrated, she propped herself up on the bar with her arms and shoved her tongue down his throat. Of course, he didn't fight her forwardness and nakedness, he pulled her in closer.

After the club closed, we all headed back to Angie's phat pad in Manhattan. The whole cab ride back, Frankie was taking full advantage of her nearly exposed breasts and kept pinching her nipples thru the electrical tape as she moaned ech time. Feeling a bit like a third wheel, I began to prepare my camera for when we arrived at Angie's. I knew they would be ripping eachother's close off as soon as we hit the dor's threshold and I have the pictures to prove it...