I inhaled sharply. Lenny loved to dance and we did it as often as we could. We even danced at work when no customers were there. The rest of the staff would always watch and applaud.
"So what happened?" I asked.
At this point, a couple of other bar patrons started listening to him. He made no attempt to keep his voice low and seemed happy to have an audience.
He laughed. "We were out dancing one evening. I wanted to get my hands on her bodacious tatas and every other part of her. She seemed a little friendlier and we were dry f*****g on the dance floor so I just came right out and asked her."
"Asked her what?"
"If she was ready to be fucked."
"What did she say?"
"She stopped grinding against me and thought for a few seconds. I thought I had made a mistake. She looked at me and I cou
