After The Show

I was a touring standup comedian. It’s a life style that brings one many opportunities that the average man would otherwise not experience. I had a likeness to a major league ball player that I played up in my comedy routine. One evening after a show, myself and another comedian went across the street to a bar to down a few. As we approached the bar we took note of a van that was all decked out. Pretty impressive. He and I were now in the bar having a few when a very attractive and intoxicated blonde approached our table slurringly saying, I know you! You’re that famous baseball player!” I told her I wasn’t but that wasn’t suffice “Yes you are!” With that she took a napkin and demanded an autograph. I took her pen and wrote, I would love to do you sometime, and then signed the player’s name. She was thrilled. Ten minutes later this giant of a man who looked like Steve Seagull, came to the table saying he saw what I wrote. I immediately apologized not wanting to have my brain bashed in. He said no worries but that we would be doing him a favour if we came out to his van and let his wife give us a private showing. We accepted. We sat in the van, she had a special setup of lights at the back of the van where she showcased her wears and put on one Hell of a show. We sat in captain chairs loving what we saw with her husband right behind us. He loved it more than us. She pointed one of the lights directly on her snatch as she used her fingers and a dido to get herself off. He said we could fuck her if we wish but we thought better of it. She came to orgasm then kneeling at my feet she unzipped my pants pulled my dick out and sucked me to completion. Then without seemingly taking a breath she did the same to my fellow comic. Her husband thanked us both and we left. Crazy times.