bounce

birthday boy

was in for the time

of his score and five 

years.

the office 

was just a speed bump.

the real work

was about to go down

with the assistance

of decadent delights

designed 

by those he trusted.

neon hot,

the sweat dripped 

and hands were wrung

in nervous anticipation.

his cherry 

was about to explode.

popped tops

on bottles of ciroc

flowed endlessly

until the main event...

dimmed lights

screamed her arrival

and she strutted

like the prized stallion of yore.

her intro blasted

with bass beats

and delicate

sweetening

that made the eyes roam,

men's mouths foam

and women moan

because they wanted her too.

she owned the stage

as every curve

and dip of her 

mocha honey

made the lookers

toss that money...

and it rained 

as she reigned.

"git.git,git,git,

git on the dance floor!"

he had never seen 

a sexy girl like her

and roger agreed

ooh-ooh-wee.

he watched 

as she swayed her hips

jumped on the pole

and puckered her lips

to blow a kiss

only for him.

tag team...

she couldn't be touched

so a deal was made.

two girls were paid

and dance on his lap

they did

until he jerked and jizzed.

ooh-ooh-wee!

she leaned over, 

licked the pole

and sashayed

off

into a fade to black

as her assets

thanked him

for coming.