The Frog And The Dancer
20-Jul-98 19:57:27

Now that we've settle our scores, here's somthing that happened a while back...

Three years ago, I was driving after a hard rain when I came upon small frogs crossing the road. Only listening to my little head, I got out of the car, picked up a frog and went back to the car. There, I placed the frog in an empty pack of cigarettes and hurry to the nearest strip club.

Once I got there, I carefully inspected my 'guest' to make sure that he didn't suffocate in its little box. Then I picked the cutest girl and asked her for a table dance. She was in her early twenties, long curly blonde hair, nice firm body, legs to die for and sweet feet (encased in 3-4 inches heels).

As she was dancing, I asked her if she would mind stepping on my pack of cigarettes. She asked me what was in it and I lied a little: After explaining what a foot/crush fetish was I told her I had some flies in it. She obliged. As she danced, she told me that she felt a 'crunch' coming from the pack. I told her that it was because I had quite a few flies in there and they were probably all piled up in a corner when she crushed them.

After she was done, I hurried out and looked at the frog as soon as I got back in the car. I hurried back home and relieved myself...

I have repeated that experience with worms and crickets on many occasions...