Pop Heard 'Round the Club
Pop Heard 'Round the Club
Oh, the tragic tale of the "Pop Heard 'Round the Club." So, there's this one night, and Erotica, our most sought after pole queen, is giving a particularly... enthusiastic lap dance. And let's just say, this guy had a big, well, pole, and a pair that could give basketballs a run for their money.
Erotica's going all out, her hips moving like a piston, and she's got this guy's eyes rolled back in his head. Lots of heads turn to them as it seems like they're having the time of their lives. His cock even starts to blow like a champagne bottle, and I could tell Erotica is going off as well.
But, in her passion, she misjudges a move and... pop! The sound echoes through the club, and suddenly, the mood shifts from steamy to "Oh, shit." The poor guy falls to on the floor, clutching his. . . well, the pulpy mush that was once his huge macho nuts.
Erotica doesn't know what to do but stand over him, genuinely concerned, telling him "Oh, you poor baby."
Even while he's shaking on the floor, his eyes stay fixed on Erotica's pussy. He seemed stunned that the huge manhood he was so proud of was and instantly and easily destroyed by the most feminine of things, a pussy.
All the men looked disturbed to the core of their masculinity. The ones getting lap dances at the time looked at the strippers gyrating on them with absolute fear.
Most of the strippers couldn't hep but giggle at the poor fella whose perfect manhood all of a sudden became useless. A few strippers felt such sympathetic pain that they winced and grabbed their pussies as if their goods had popped.
Our bouncer was off that day, so us strippers tossed him out. It was definitely a lap dance he won't forget. Erotica felt a bit sorry for popping those huge balls. I kindly reminded her that compared to our pussies, men's nuts are like warm butter. Of course some of them are gonna splatter every once in a while. Through the years, I've accidentally popped over a dozen myself. But there will always be more men to replace them because they simply can't resist us.