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were screaming for him, and it gave him an instant hard-on.
Matt smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off,
the music thumping loud in his ears. The women in this small
room were all looking at him, cheering loudly as he revealed
his slightly furred chest. Who'd have thought an everyday
waiter could become a male stripper - even if it was just
as a favour?
He'd
turned up to work as usual, and it had been a busy night,
especially with the raucous bachelorette party raging upstairs
in the private room. He'd been on the receiving end of a
few roving hands, lightly squeezing his butt as he'd edged
past with drinks, but he didn't mind. He always enjoyed
female attention, and he reveled in the appreciative glances
thrown his way by various tipsy women.
And
then the stripper they'd booked hadn't turned up. Suddenly,
the excitable crowd were without their main entertainment,
and before he knew it, the Matron of Honour had cornered
him near the toilets and offered him $300 to take it all
off.
"We've
all been looking forward to a bit of CFNM!" she told him,
winking.
Confused, he'd asked what she meant by CFNM. "Clothed Female,
Naked Male!" she said, laughing at him.
At first he'd been worried about stripping, but the minute
he made his entrance, and the crowd went wild, he knew he
was a natural at this........ |
