Satina knew that she didn't have too much time to waste at the club if she was going to finish the task that Sarah had set out for her. With two tasks to go, the blow job and the hair job, she hoped she would be able to get done on time. Not that she was looking forward to either job, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do. Besides, it was her own fault; she was,after all, the one who had wished that Sarah would be in charge for forty-eight hours.
As she wiggled deeper into the nightclub letting the music wash over her she wondered if she'd get to turn back into Jon when she finished. Sarah hadn't mentioned anything about that, but there was always hoping. Sure, free drinks, no line-ups, and being old enough to get into bars were all advantages of being the sexy Satina, but she didn't want to spend her whole life that way. Besides, the amount of sexual activity she'd had that day was far more than enough. All she wanted to do was get her tasks over with and finish the forty-eight hours, so that things would go back to normal with her friends and family.
Satina smiled hungrily at a man who was staring at her from the dance floor. He was a short balding man, slightly heavy-set; and easy target. She swayed out to him and let her body move to the music. He immediately responded, dancing closer.
"I'm Stan!" he shouted over the p.a.
"Satina!" she responded.
Another song, another dance. Stan seemed amazed that a woman like Satina would give him any attention, so Satina poured it on thick. Her dances got raunchier and raunchier. She ground up against him. Her hands explored his short, pudgy body. During a slow dance she shoved his face into her cleavage.
By the look of his strained blue-jeans he was ready.
"Want to go somewhere more private?" she whispered in his ear during a break between songs.
"Yeah!" Stan eagerly answered.
Another night-club, another dirty washroom. Satina was lucky to find it empty when she dragged Stan into the far stall. She locked the door behind them, though, knowing the room wouldn't stay empty for long. The club had been packed, so soon enough they'd have company. Hopefully she'd be done by the time they were interrupted.
Stan was shoved onto the toilet by Satina's manicured hands. She knelt down and kissed him aggressively, letting him know that she was in charge at that point. His fingers undid his pants, but she stopped him after the first button. What she had in mind wouldn't need him to take his pants off.
Satina shuffled as close as she could get to Stan and began to gather her long hair in one hand. Pulling it over one shoulder, she rested the golden locks on Stan's crotch, then softly began to shove her hair down his pants. The feel of his warm erection surrounded by her soft hair was another new sensation to add to the myriad Satina had felt that night.
As she began to pump Stan's hair encased penis, Stan moaned in pleasure. She wondered if he had ever imagined a sexual act like this (Satina certainly hadn't), or if this was one of his fetishes. Whatever the case, the short pudgy man was having the time of his life. He started to thrust upward, timing his body's movements to her hand's. Satina smiled, knowing that it wouldn't be long until she could head out to her last task.
Which was a good thing. The pair were no longer alone in the washroom. Women had been filing in for a while, and since Stan's moans were getting louder, it was quite obvious that there was a man in the washroom. It wouldn't be long before one of the ladies asked a bouncer to intervene.
Satina increased the speed of the hair-job, getting a very positive response from her prey. A series of "Yes! Yes! Yes!" statements began to escape from his mouth to the beat of her hand. It was then that the knock on the stall door came, followed by a deep voice asking for the door to be opened.
It didn't matter, though; by the time the bouncer stopped talking, Statina's hair was soaked in Stan's cum. She had completed her third task. Giving Stan a peck on the nose, the sexy girl pulled her sticky hair from Stan's pants, turned, and opened the door.
