I swear, this saddle might be ruined with the flooding she gave it!” Eddie always seems ready to add to my mortification. I am in high spirits, expecting another night of flirting with the customers and avoiding gropes. Sex Sylvia has more of a burlesque “Madame’s” dress that shows off her considerable cleavage and a good amount of leg. Before I know what’s happening, they have taken me over to the edge of the stage, spreading my legs right in front of the first row of guys. I’m still 16 but Friday is the date that Eddie is having me “turn 18” on my IDs and then I imagine all bets are off. I wince as it slowly comes free so that I can clean up the leakage that has been damned up behind the tape. I frantically jump, hop, and strain using my arms and legs to try to escape the saddle, desperately not wanting to cum in front of the entire bar. Around 7:00 PM I see Eddie go up to the stage and grab the mic. I feel Eddie and Phil unbind me and then pick me up by my thighs. “Wow, babe!” Eddie mumbles to himself, “guess I really did get you worked up… can’t wait to see what you do when you see yourself on the big screen.”
