“Put it between her cheeks!” Sparkle shouted at me. I shook my head no, in shock at the very thought.
“Do it!” Sharon joined in.
“Do it!” shouted the guy at the table next to me.
“Do it!” Betty commanded from her precarious position. “I can’t stand here like this forever.”
So I did it. I neatly folded my one-dollar bill in half and gently placed it between her round, upturned cheeks. Then Betty stood up, reached for the dollar, and stuck it in her garter. (Hey, I could’ve done that myself.) My table erupted into applause after that. Even I got into it and gleefully clapped. (Funny, basically she mooned me and I paid her a buck. Why that was cause for merriment, I have no idea.)
Of course, the show wasn’t over yet. Completely naked except for the garter belt and a pair of, from what I
