“Don’t bother”.

Antonio replied to him, coldly.

Carlos shook his head and made his way towards the strip dancer.

Anthonio’s eyes followed him, a sudden tightness gripped his groin.

“Horny as fuck!”.

He thought to himself and signalled at a familiar face among the strippers, they all came running towards him.

Their chaotic reaction turned heads to his direction.

“Mr Montero! It’s been so long!”

The ladies cried and were all over him.

He could feel their hands taking every part of his body they could have. 

His flyer zipped down and a hot tongue wrapped around it, he couldn’t tell who it was amongst them because many of them...