Conquests - Part 8

I have corrupted a perfectly innocent Japanese girl.

My lifetime friend Masami and I met in college. First semester we had Macro-Economics together and after pairing up on a project we were fast friends. Once first semester was over we decided to get an apartment together, and we lived together for over a year. Fun times indeed... parties, studying, cooking, shopping, and just being college girls.

I thought it would be fun to take her to a Chippendale's show in our town to give her a taste of an "American Tradition". Being the great friend I am, I told her I had bought tickets to a dance program. So the evening came, we got dressed up, and went over to a little bar called Mustang Sally's. We had a reserved table near the front, we ordered a drink, and soon enough an announcer came out on stage in a tuxedo to introduce the program.

Our extremely good-looking host stepped aside, the lights went dark, and a jungle beat began pounding on the sound system. A faded red light shined on the stage, and a long-haired man came slinking out onto the stage dresses in a cloak of furs like Conan the Barbarian. The lights began pulsing, the man began removing furs one by one and throwing them to the side of the stage.

"What's that? What he doing? Why he doing that?"

Before you know it Conan was gyrating on stage in nothing but a single fur over his man-meat, and Masami looked like a person driving by a train wreck... she didn't want to look but she couldn't look away. The rest of the program paraded a variety of Chippendale dancers shaking their bon-bons. There was a bare-assed cowboy in chaps, a knight in armor that stripped down to a chainmail thong, visions of drippy romance novels in the flesh wiggling to typical top 20 songs.

The finale was the host of the show ripping off his tuxedo to reveal a blue sequined schlong sock... which contained a 2-foot long hunk of flesh.

It was disturbing.

Masami screamed.

To this day she is a virgin... permanently scarred by the sight of a 2-foot penis.