Chapter Thirty-four - Deacon

Deacon set his third beer back on the table as he waved the waitress down for another. Morgan sat beside him, getting his third lap dance as the girl ground on his rising cock straining against his jeans. Deacon ignored his friend, although it was difficult to ignore the big-busted brunette dry-humping him. She wore a tight thong, grinding against him as her giant tits bounced with her movements, Morgan running his hands along the sides of his legs when Deacon knew his friend wanted to touch more than just his jeans. Unfortunately for Morgan, the house rules forbade touching the girls, even though, as Deacon glanced around the place, he could tell quite a few men broke that rule often. Morgan, on the other hand, would dance around the line, but not cross it.