Celebrating 8th of March

Today, I found myself anchored to my desk, the usual rhythms of work feeling more tedious than ever.  Until my friend Laura burst into my office. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye,  she declared, "Hey! It's time to celebrate 8th of March, the International Women's Day, and I mean right now."   She didn't give me a chance to protest, pulling me away from the mundane and into the heart of the city. Our destination —a women-only strip bar, a place of liberation and wild abandon I'd never have ventured into on my own.  With a drink in hand, I allowed the spirit of the place to seep into my bones. Lots of laughs and stories, and soon me and Laura were dancing right beside the stage.  The performer there, a blonde with an amazing body,  a woman full with strength and sensuality, seemed to beckon me. And in a moment of wild abandon, she extended her arm to me and I found myself on the stage too. The spotlight was now on me; and another performer joined, their hands caressing my face first, and then unbuttoning my work shirt, and taking off my skirt. I was getting so turned on not just by their attention, but by the shouts and yells from all the other women in the bar.  They were now turning me around like a doll, touching my  naked body, kissing me, caressing me.  Next the blonde laid on the stage and they pulled me down, so my pussy was no over her mouth. Her tongue started exploring my pussy, while the other girl were licking my neck and ears. Between the two of them and the alcohol; my body was trembling with excitement. And just the fact that I was having sex on a public stage like this - it didn't take a lot for me to cum,  spasming and screaming  in front of everyone. We did get couple of free drinks from the bar after that, and then I got taxi home. All in all, it was nice celebration of the day.