"Go to the deejay and pick out a song," the bartender says. "You're the next dancer on stage three." He picks up the money that fell out of your thong. "Eighty bucks. Not bad. Not twenty-seven thousand, though."
Eighty dollars? Oh, no! He picked up the money you brought from home, too. Before you say anything, the bartender walks away.
You're sure to pick Britney or Lady Gaga. Line up a song on YouTube or iTunes. You ask the cute deejay to play your song. He replies, "Blow me."
Without hesitation, you open his zipper.
You pull his cock out of his pants. [GRAB YOUR DILDO]