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Amsterdam Surprise - his view

... think they look more cheerful, as they most likely have free entrance to the shows now and then?”

He entered the bar, his eyes trying to adjust to the dim light in there. There were tables, arranged around the stage. Most tables had like two, some four chairs. The stage itself formed like a half circle and was lowered into the ground so that the table was separated from it by something that looked like an orchestra pit. But instead of an orchestra, there were bar stools in that pit, allowing customers to sit right next to the stage without blocking the views of those sitting at the table. Further in the back, he saw three booths with curtains, probably for the guests who wanted to watch the show with a little bit more privacy. The whole place looked a bit shabby and John thought that it probably had seen better days.

There were not many customers in the place but as the night was still young, that was to be expected. Two guys, already slightly drunk, were sitting at a table enjoying the show and one was sitting on a bar stool by the far end of the stage. On the other end of the place, facing the booth was a small bar with a blond guy behind it. He looked young, maybe 19, or 20 years old and he pretended to polish glasses while his eyes were fixed on what was happening on stage. John smiled, thinking that it looked as if it would be the first day on the job for the guy, and if he did not pay attention to the customer sitting at his bar trying to get his attention to ...

... order another drink, his last day as well.

John shifted his attention to the show on stage. There was a girl laying on a small bed, her back propped up against the headrest of it. She was blonde, maybe 20 years old and she was busy masturbating with quite a large dildo. Her legs were wide open, the heel of one foot pulled against her ass and she offered quite a generous look on her pussy lips that were stretched around the thick invader. John listened to her quick breathing and moans and slowly walked closer to have a better look. The dildo was shaped quite lifelike, with thick veins running along it, veins that pulled and tugged on her lips with every pull and push she did. He sat down at an empty table, his eyes now almost level with the bed on stage, and watched her show.

He soon felt a bit disappointed as her performance looked rather amateurish to him. The barkeeper came over to take his orders (probably using the opportunity to get closer to the stage) and John ordered a beer. He sipped his beer, watching her speed up her masturbation, her moans louder now and John wondered if she was faking her excitement or if the self fucking and squeezing of her firm young breasts really excited her. She was pinching and twisting a nipple with the fingers of her left hand as her other hand made the dildo fuck her with fast deep strokes. He noticed the slippery sheen on the plastic shaft and smiled, thinking that she probably had some fun too, and felt his cock swell a bit in his ...