I was sexually harassed by my slutty blonde best friend.

I was sexually harassed by my slutty blonde best friend. I gesture towards the twins, “It doesn’t seem so,” I reply. “Um. “Angela, the dancer who just danced for you, would like to know if you want a private dance,” she says more slowly this time, leaning down slightly to give me a good view of her cleavage. I watch, mesmerized, as she spins around the pole, her silver bikini glinting in the spotlight. Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the words send a shiver down my spine. “First and foremost, yes, I am a succubus and no, I’m not going to eat you. On the back of it, it just reads, “Ask for M.” The redhead laughs, a deep, throaty sound that sends shivers down my spine. They all seem to be working their magic on other men, but none of them hold a candle to the blond-haired dancer. The woman’s eyes seem to sparkle with a hint of mischief as she dances to the music, her hips swaying in a slow, sensual motion. Her nipples harden further beneath my touch, and she lets out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. Let me see who’s available.” He glances around the room, his eyes scanning the crowd before landing on a figure standing near the edge of the stage. She’s a blond-headed woman with a voluptuous figure, her curves spilling out of a sparkling silver bikini.