Roman Orgy

This must be what Roman Orgies were like, except only the women are naked, the guys are all clothed. First of all, when you walk in the club, it is not too dark to see. Your eyes don't need to adjust to the dark. But here is what you do see; Imagine if you will the mob walking down the concourse at the Falcons game after the game is over. Now picture everybody stopping. You are the only one that is walking and you are elbow to elbow with everyone. Except in Follies, the crowd consists of men, smoke and nude women. The previous reviews don't paint a sufficient word picture. "I walked in and saw dancers". No. NO WAY. I walked in and saw countless women, most in a state of total bare ass, shaved pussy, jiggling tits nudity. Women everywhere. Sitting on guy's laps, grinding their naked asses into guy's crotches, not even bothering to get dressed between dances. And not a dog in the bunch. Young, tight, firm. Black, White, Asian. As I jostled through this throng, my arm and hands were constantly rubbing up against girl's bare asses, because it was impossible to move through this crowded bar without rubbing up against nude women. Yes, some of them had tops and G-strings on, but not enough to diminish the effect of a total orgy. I also can't believe people say "I saw my favorite dancer, (insert name here)" Picking out some dancer by name in this throng is like looking for a particular fish as the trawler hauls up a net full of wriggling, splashing naked women. Just grab one and go. Then grab another one and go. Repeat until orgasm. So that's what I did. Grabbed the first babe I saw, and said "how about a dance?" Of course she said yes. She asked me where I wanted to sit. You tell me, I replied. How about a couch? Sure! So off to the couches. Long, unsegmented, back to back couches. Full of nude women grinding on clothed guys. I sit down, stripper strips nude, hops on top. Meanwhile, my right arm is rubbing against the naked blonde grinding the guy to my right, and my left arm is rubbing against the ass of the brunette grinding the guy to my left. It is that close. And these girls are enthusiastic. They're bouncing up and down, hair flying, boobs bouncing. Cowboy, reverse cowboy, standing, kneeling. All totally nude. Tell me about the VIP I ask. My stripper says she's new and isn't sure. So one (long) dance and done. By the way, to call these things "dances" does not do it justice. Here's what it really is: A young, nude girl straddles my legs, on my lap facing towards me, with her shaved, bare pussy rubbing against my dick. Meanwhile, I'm grabbing her tits, nipples, ass, finger riding down ass crack, hands lifting tits under the warm fold where the pencil goes for the pencil test, then she turns around and plants her ass crack on my dick, while I reach around and start feeling the stubble on her shaved pussy. All for the whopping fee of $10. So we end our "dance" and I get up and immediately grab the next girl I see standing in front of us at the rail. The other girl was still standing there buck ass naked and the new stripper asked her to move so we could take the only open seat that I had just left. Same grind, new ass, tits and pussy. Tell me about the VIP I ask. "I can't tell you much, but I'll make you cum." Inside or outside my pants? Outside. So now off to the VIP. Now that place is dark. $52 to the manager, $100 to the stripper. After a brief grind, where I'm feeling her up and rubbing her all over, she asks me to take it out. I comply. Again, she's totally nude at this point. She scoots back a bit on my legs to make sure her pussy isn't making contact with my dick. Dribbles some spit down on the cock and starts the hand job. She was right, I came. I thank her and leave. I slowly make my way to the door passing all sorts of naked gyrating women on the way out. Back into the daylight and reality.