Katy meets her Futa match (This story contains: futa-on-futa sex and belly inflation)

Story by ballsnberrykaty

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Today, I did not start my shift on stage, instead I started on one of the small stages that are scattered throughout the main room. It was Tuesday, our couple's night. I tried to think to be more appealing to the girls that may be in the audience and really wore a feminine, cute outfit. I went with bright colors, pink boy shorts with a lighter blue lace borders. A matching triangle bikini style top, tied as a halter around my neck. My long, wavy locks draped on either side of my breasts, framing my cleavage. For those who got close, an aroma of vanilla would fill their heads, reminding them of simple childhood sweets.

Dancing on the small, platform stages is more about interaction with customers than flashy showman ship. If people walk up while I’m dancing, I usually will bend down to greet them and let them get a few freebie touches or handfuls to figure out what their angle is.

Couple's nights are pretty fun, I enjoy seeing the female customers. Sometimes, they're even more into it than the guys. Although, most of the couples will pick the pure female dancers early in the night and ease their way into those of us representing more advanced fetishes. A futa's time is never before midnight, Cinderella's we are not.

I love my fellow blondes, I love the fake breasts, I even love the one's that try to emulate me by stuffing their panties to give the appearance of a bulge. However, Ariel typically does well on these nights, she really embodies the namesake princess for the girls, and indulges on their innocent fantasies. I'm sure some might feel more comfortable with a face they think they know and fantasy-like scenario of being a busty mermaid with an adult rating.

I saw one of the regular customers enter, Kai, but he went straight to a private room. More intriguing than his quick dart to the back was his friend for the evening, a stacked blonde with green eyes, caramel tanned skin, and discerning bulge or ample camel toe. I could not quite tell from my distance. She was wearing a cropped white vest with an ultra mini skirt. It flared up just enough as she walked to see the package in question, wrapped in a hot pink panty. I told you, ladies love the pink.

Brantley had just walked up to me, having been admiring my hip twists and body rolls from a distance. He was late 30's, with light brown hair. A downtown, city working, suit type who commonly draped his jacket over the backseat of his chair while he shopped the girls. He likes the tits, but not such much the D and B.

"Hello there, Katy. You're looking especially lovely tonight." he said.

"Hi Brantley, what made you walk my way? I didn't think I was your type."

"Katy! Every woman with tits as big as yours is my type. As long as they outweigh the rest, who's to complain?"

"Ahh, I see. Then, what can I do for you tonight? Care to meet me in a private room, or just mingle out here in the open?"

He paused and was considering his options. I watched as he peered around the room, while trying not to fully turn his head. Bending down to his level, I crouched with my legs open and facing him. I took my left hand, tracing the outline of myself, then shifting my balls in my hand. Neither of them truly fit, and I ended up more so just jouncing them back and forth. Once his attention was fully back to me, I hastily grabbed my right breast and pulled the triangle top to the side, letting it spill forward into his face. I severely miscalculated my own force and he took a slight stumble as my tit punched him in the face. Brantley agreed to a private room. As he went to retrieve his drink and jacket from his table, I went ahead back and started setting up.

I like to keep it pretty simple and don't typically use too many props. Candles are always nice, they double as both an aromatic and you can use the hot wax as an accessory. Feathers are fun to look at and help set a visual atmosphere, but I don't find them really that physically fun. None the less, I throw some boas out across the bed. I waited for Brantley, but he seems to be taking longer than usual.

Stepping out from the room, I walk back to the main room and try to find him. I can't see him anywhere and his drink and jacket are not as his table. I ask some of the other girls and the bartender, they said they thought he perhaps went to the pool with a girl. I decide to just go back to the private room and clean up. I don't really feel like getting into the p

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