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Men reached up with bills rolled up, and Ann danced to them, bent down, shaking her tits. They slipped the rolled-up bill into her bra or g-string, dipping their fingers in deeper than necessary.

During the first few minutes, Ann merely danced around. Then she took her veil off. Before long, her bra and g-string followed. Then she spread a rug on the stage and lay down. Now Pete had a good view as she rolled over and over, spreading her legs.

Pete grabbed the lump in his pants. He was heating up fast. But as much as he wanted to pull out his prick and jerk off, he resisted the urge. Somehow, he hoped to talk to Ann and get her to fuck him.

When her number was over, she went back to the dressing room. Pete followed her on the roof, watching as she sank into the chair at her dressing table.

Shortly after Ann came into the dressing room, Joe came in.

"Beautiful!" he said to Ann. "You get better every day!"

"You used to say the same thing to me," the black-haired chick said as she went to where Joe leaned on a table. "Don't you think I'm getting better every day too?"

The chick was thrusting a naked tit to Joe's chest.

"Cut the crap, Joy," he said. "You know you're not interested in what I think."

"Oh, that's right," the black-haired chick said. "I forgot."

"Come on to my office, Ann," Joe said.

"Be right there," Ann said casually.

Pete felt a current of lust in his prick. It seemed he was going to watch Ann fuck that guy again. He wished it could be him, and he was surprised at his jealousy. Pete went to the skylight over Joe's office. He saw the man come in and stretch out on the couch. He looked horny.

Ann came in wearing a white robe. Dramatically, she opened it and slipped it from her delicate shoulders. It fell to the floor, revealing her naked body.

"Gorgeous!" Joe said as he held out his hands to the naked woman.

Ann went to him and sat at the side of the couch.

Joe grabbed her tits and began massaging them as Ann unfastened his pants. She fished his prick out and began sucking.

Both sisters seemed to like sucking cocks, Pete noticed. He wished Barb had Ann's love of fucking too as he remembered how Ann had fucked this guy last time. But Pete hoped they would fuck in a different position this time. The way they had fucked last time hadn't let Pete see as much as he longed to.

As Ann sucked Joe's cock, they both lowered his pants. Then Ann lifted her face long enough to pull his pants from his feet. She resumed sucking as Joe took off his shirt.

Now that he was naked, Joe pulled Ann from his crotch. She mounted him, bringing her cunt to his cock. They got his prick inside her pussy, and Ann began rocking and bouncing.

Pete still couldn't see her cunt as he had hoped to. But he did have a good view of her tits as they hopped like bouncing balls.

Watching the fuckers doing what he had only dreamed about made Pete shake with lust. His prick was jerking and his balls ached. He had to jerk off! So he whipped out his prick as he looked down at the fucking couple.

He began stroking his prick in time with Ann's bouncing body. Suddenly, though, something was cutting into his knee as he knelt beside the skylight. It felt like a piece of broken glass.

"Ow!" Pete whispered as he shifted his weight from his painful knee.

By shifting his position, though, he bumped the open skylight with his shoulder. It slammed shut, and one pane of glass shattered, raining shards into the room. After flinching under the falling glass, Joe and Ann looked up.

Pete had jumped back into darkness. He shoved his prick back into his pants and ran for the fire escape.

Pete's heart was pounding, but now it wasn't lust that excited him, it was fear. It would be simple for Joe to cut him off in the alley, and Pete heard the man yelling to someone.

Pete climbed as fast as he could, reaching the lowest ladder and hang-dropping from it. He dashed toward the entrance of the alley. But before he got there, a flood of light flashed in front of him. Then two men stepped into the light just in time to catch the running teen by the arms.

A fist crashed into Pete's stomach, knocking the wind from him and doubling him over so he hung by the arms in the men's grip.

"What's the big idea, sport?" one of the men asked.

They threw Pete against the brick wall. He couldn't breathe, let alone talk. But they kept asking him what he was doing, on the roof.

"You like to peek, huh?" a man said. "It's bad enough getting a free strip show, but I don't like being spied on."

Pete recognized Joe although he looked different when seen face to face.

"Pete!" Ann gasped. "What?"

This was the worst thing that could happen, Pete thought. He would rather have the men beat him up than have Ann find him here.

"Leave him alone!" she said as she ran to him and pulled the men's hands from him. "He's a friend of mine."

"You have some weird friends," Joe said. Pete was just catching his breath, breathing with horrible sounds in his dry throat.

"Come on, Pete," Ann said as she led him to the open door.

"Hey, where're you taking him?" Joe asked.

"Never mind!" Ann said. "You'd better pick on people your own size from now on."

"Did you ever see anything so dumb?" Joe asked the other man as Ann took Pete to the dressing room.

The sight of the redhead putting lipstick on her nipples didn't help Pete catch his breath. Things were happening so fast he wasn't sure whether he should be scared or horny.

"Leave us alone, will you?" Ann asked the redhead.

"Well, what's this?" the redhead asked. "One of the audience stricken with horniness?"

"Joe punched him in the stomach, that big ape," Ann said bitterly.

"That creep!" the redhead said.

"Please leave us for a while," Ann said.

They were alone. Pete felt better. He was breathing almost normally.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have been peeking. But I heard about being able to watch the strippers. I didn't mean to see you and that guy."

That wasn't quite the truth, but it had happened that way the first time.

Pete was sitting in a chair. Ann was leaning over him. Her robe had opened enough to show the teen her heavy tits hanging from her chest.

"Are you going to be all right?" Ann asked.

"Sure, I'm okay. I can't even blame that guy for punching me."

Pete looked up from Ann's tits. There was a piece of broken glass in her hair. He took it and handed it to her.

"After peeking and breaking the window, I deserved to get punched," Pete said.

"Nonsense," Ann said. "It wasn't your fault. Would you like to go over to my place and rest up? It's right around the corner. I've got to go on again soon, but then I'll be off for an hour, and I'll come to see how you are."

She handed Pete her key and told him where her apartment was. Then she walked him to the parking lot to make sure Joe wasn't waiting for him.

When Pete got to Ann's place, his head was still spinning. But he wasn't too confused to hope that he would fuck him. Why should she? he asked himself. There was no reason except that he had interrupted her fucking, and she might be horny. But in that case, she would probably finish fucking Joe. But she was mad at him. On and on, Pete debated his chances of getting fucked. Finally, he decided that things had been so strange so far, anything could happen.

He paced around the apartment while waiting for Ann. It was shabby, but comfortable. In the bathroom there were sexy undies and bras hanging everywhere. Pete examined them carefully.

By the time Ann arrived, Pete was dying to come. If she wouldn't fuck him, he would have to jerk off soon!

"How are you?" she asked as she rushed over to him.

"Fine, I'm fine," he said, "Just horny."

Ann turned her head slightly, looking at him from the corner of her eye and smiling slyly.