I tapped my feet nervously to the familiar blues that was playing. There was still a slick wetness in my panties, and I hoped I could hide it before I was called to meet Mr. Dom. I wished I and Ivy could go together, but it was impossible as one person was needed at a time.
I noticed that the other strippers weren't as nervous as me. They were more of excited, and kept talking about how Mr. Dom would look like. Within a few minutes, the first girl emerged.
“The next person should go in,” She said as she grabbed her bag which was on the table.
The girls looked at her with expectation, probing her to drop some gossip.
“That man is difficult to impress. He didn't even let me dance well,” With that, she picked up her bag and walked towards the exit.
The bouncer emerged again, leading the
