CFNM Story
John had been in this predicament on more than one occasion, the night in question was no different to any other, he had probably performed in over 150 CFNM parties over the 4 years of being a stripper.
Backstage John was getting ready as he always did, through the corridor near his changing room he could hear the women gradually getting louder as the alcohol flowed, there were only about 30 women at this particular CFNM party but they certainly made a lot of noise.
There was a knock on the door, John was naked at this point; "Hold on", he replied. The door slowly opened and in stepped a woman of about thirty five, good looking, wearing a short black skirt and lacy top. "Nice tits", John thought. "Hi, my name is Tracy the organiser of this CFNM party", she said slowly pushing the door closed behind her. John at this point had only enough time to quickly grab a towel to cover his lower half.
Now alone in the room with Tracy she asked John pretty much the same sort of questions he normally hears; how long are you on stage, what music will you be dancing to etc. John could not seem to take his eyes off of Tracy, and she noticed this. Her questions started to turn more towards John rather than the show...