This all took place pre-covid when I was working in an office with some pretty cool folks, including my "work wife" DL. I shared a story a few weeks back about how she found out I liked watching female golfers and teased me relentlessly by sending me clips and OF content until I had to spank it in the bathroom at work.

She thought that was hysterical, but by some miracle kept it to herself and dialed things back a bit after that. For a little while.

But a few months later, she and I got slated to staff an exhibit booth at a conference in Atlanta.

That was pretty cake for me. DL's kind of the definition of "booth candy" and was just way smarter than me about just about everything. I'd just kind of stand around as she'd smile and bend over just enough to flash her (deep) cleavage, and leads just kept streaming in.

It was an open joke between us what she was doing. She's a smokeshow, with pretty enormous boobs, and knows exactly what to do with them. Every now and then after scanning someone's badge she'd stand in the aisle and take a fake tee-shot, teasing me by wiggling her ass in her slacks like the golfers on TV as she'd shade her eyes pretending to watch her ball sail off to the green. She still thought that was hysterical.

And it was hard reminding myself that that's all it was. But it was.

Anyway, the first day ends and we'd managed to set up (she'd managed) dinner plans with some folks we met, and we ended up at one of the steakhouses on Peachtree. Too much food, cocktails, a couple bottles of wine... and the inevitable happened.

"Where are we headed next?!" one of our new "friends" asked.

And in Atlanta, there is only one correct answer to that question: The Pink Pony.

The Pink Pony is not exactly Vegas, but it's a ton of fun. Not one of the dark skanky places you find along a dark state road. It's hopping, the dancers are pros, and it's an easy place to lose a thousand bucks in a couple hours.

The new friends lasted maybe twenty minutes before they were led to the champagne room. I was a little impressed that they even said goodbye. "We're gonna... you know. You guys good?"

"Oh, we're great," DL said, and waved them off.

And then my jaw dropped as the next dancer took the stage. No kidding, it was this tight little Asian dancer who was starting out in the shortest golf skirt and a preppy little shirt with the collar popped and stretching across her firm little titties.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I turned to DL. "Did you set this up somehow? Jesus!"

She swore up and down that she had no idea, but she also started dropping bills on the stage like a waterfall to get her over to dance for me.

I was a new kind of hard as Ming twerked her ass in my face and stuffed bills into her garter. All the while glancing at DL who kept clapping her hands, bouncing up and down, laughing out of her mind.

And of course DL jumped at the offer to get me a lap dance.

Ming knew immediately that she was actually there for DL while she ground against my erection and kept her hard little nipple just out of tongue's reach. They laughed and chatted like I wasn't even there until time was up and she whispered in my ear, "Oh, I think you're going to have a good night!"

That was the night I learned not to wear khakis to a strip club. I'd leaked a big stain in two different spots, one down by my leg and the other by my waistband. And that kept DL laughing all the way back to the hotel. "Oh, you really got around tonight, didn't you!"

She couldn't wait to get back to my room! I knew DL wasn't going to do anything for me, and I was right. She kept asking me how I was going to take care of myself. Was I going to rub one out right away or edge myself until the alarm went off? And sure enough she barely said good night as she dropped me and walked straight to her room next door.

And I didn't waste a second. My pants were off and I chose the latter. All I had to do was pinch my shaft between my finger and thumb and streams of precum would roll down my shaft.

And that's exactly what I was doing while brushing my teeth when DL FaceTimed me.

She was brushing her teeth, too, wearing just a white tee-shirt with her boobs and nipples barely contained behind the thin cloth swinging back and forth.

"So, did you blow yet?"

"Jesus, DL!" I was keeping the camera on my face as I spit.

"What? I mean, I really wasn't sure if you were going to choose violence or tease yourself all night!"

There was a pause as she swished the toothpaste from her lips with her finger and then spit.

"I mean, I was hoping the latter because I'm not really ready to go to sleep."

I was completely flat-footed, despite my fingers being wrapped in a tight ring just below my cockhead.

On camera she ran and dove onto her bed and shut out her light as I just kind of stood there thinking I should just hang up but knowing that I definitely would not.

"C'mon! Where are you going to do it? Are you going to sit in a chair or lay in your bed? Lay in your bed and we can pretend we're having a sleepover!"

Oh fuck!

"Don't show me! Don't! Just prop your phone up so I can see your face. Shut out your light!"

My whole body was humming as I did exactly what she said. I could see just the grainy shadows of her face and the whites of her eyes in the glow of her phone, mostly just from the neck up, but she'd shift and I could see her tee-shirt bunched up to her chin. No sign of her hands at all.

I laid on my back on top of my sheets, head turned and mouth open as I stared at my screen listening to her.

"God, Ming was so hot though, wasn't she? That little golf skirt riding up when she bent over, just like you like?"

I didn't say anything. I was trying so hard not to cum, just stroking a little with my fingers.

"And those tight little tits. I was so jealous of her putting those in your face! I wanted to pull her right onto my lap and rub our nipples together. Feel how hard hers were against my big soft pillows."

Oh Jesus! All I could do was pinch right below my head and pull on my balls.

Her voice was a little frantic, but still cool. "She knew exactly what she was doing. What a pro!"

Her breath caught. "What if she pulled your cock out right there? What if she straddled you in her little golf skirt and started sliding her wet pussy lips all up and down you in front of everyone?"

"Fuck, DL..."

Her breathing was changing, faster, and then she went quiet for a second.

And then "Aaaa!" and in the shadows I could see her head go back and mouth open wide.

And I came so hard, thick ropes shooting up and landing on the side of my face. On my nose, dripping down onto my lip. One past me onto my pillow.

I could see the whites of her eyes open wide now, reflecting the glow of her phone.

"Well! Aren't you the lucky one tonight! Looks like you have a little cleanup to do! Night night, now. See you in the lobby at 7!"

And she reached out to the phone and fumbled for a second before I was alone in my room.