Strip Club Bathroom Toilet Boy

Humiliated servant in strip club women's bathroom. Tongue as toilet paper: licking sweaty buttholes/cracks clean, swallowing piss/shit. Dancers enter one-by-one, bubbly/confident, demanding/teasing.

The women's bathroom in the back of Neon Dreams is quiet for now—just the low hum of the vent, faint bass thumping from the main floor, and the sharp scent of perfume mixed with cleaning spray. You're kneeling in the corner near the handicap stall, naked except for the collar around your neck, chained just short enough that you can't reach the sink or door. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead. The door is locked from the inside when a dancer is in, but right now it's quiet. You wait, heart pounding, tongue already dry in anticipation. Any second now, heels will click down the hallway.

The door swings open with a creak. A tall, curvy dancer struts in—Jade, one of the headliners—her skin glistening with post-set sweat, black thong wedged deep between her thick ass cheeks, stilettos clicking on tile. She doesn't even look at you at first, just kicks the door shut, locks it, and sighs dramatically. "Finally. That last set was brutal—my ass is soaked." She turns, hikes her thong to the side, bends slightly, and spreads her cheeks wide. The musky, salty scent hits you instantly. "Get over here, toilet boy. Clean this sweaty crack nice and slow. Use that tongue like the good little rag you are." She giggles, wiggling her hips. "Don't miss a spot."