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Remembering Big Daddy's

My first time in Big Daddy's sounds of joy are in the air
Smells of whiskey and tobacco, sights of dancers linger there
The sign above the open door announces what goes on inside
For entertaining gentlemen. It's my first time on the ride

The swing that's in the window is the first to set the mood
With the mannequin upon it in an unclothed attitude
The room is dark when entered. Lights burn brightly o'er the bar
 Kitty's swinging on a pole, where she's not the only star

Her friends and pals surround her. I cannot believe my eyes
It appears as if they're naked. My flaccid cock begins to rise
I take a seat beside the bar with some dollars in my grip
To put them in the garters, of the dancers, for a tip

Several of them come before me, their bodies entertain my eyes
I see they have on “G” strings, when they move and spread their thighs
Their breasts are swaying in the air, legs from ass down to the floor
I rid myself of many dollars. I'm so glad I'm in the door

All of them are beautiful, imagination says they ball
I ask Kitty for a lap dance. She takes me to a darkened wall
I sit upon a chair that's there. She straddles legs around my hips
My cock is hard and ready, through my pants, I feel her lips

I already know she loves me and I am the only one
My balls begin to tingle but the fun has just begun
She grinds her pussy on me, rubs her tits upon my chest
My hands begin to wander. They want to feel her moistened nest

She moves her own to stop me. She says that's not allowed
The fact that you are trying, makes me glad I'm here and proud
Proud that I can give you pleasure, because I really like this job.
She renews her grinding efforts and her ass begins to bob

I can't take it any longer. Her movements make me shoot my load
My pants are wet with semen, because my cock has overflowed
Never thought that that would happen, Miss Kitty was a thrill
Went to clean up in the bathroom, left her a hundred dollar bill

That was many years ago, Big Daddy's is no longer there
Kitty's now Deep Underground, writing of her love affair
With Big Daddy's and with New Orleans, that will never be the same
I left that night with no goodbyes, never giving her my name
Written by eightmore
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Author's Note
Inspired by  ms_kitty_lagniappe and her memories of Big Daddy's in New Orleans.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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