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Continued from Part 1

Jason’s routine unfolded to thunderous applause. He moved with easy confidence, clearly feeding off the energy in the room, each beat of the music punctuated by cheers and laughter. The women around the club clapped, hooted, and leaned forward in their seats, delighted by the spectacle.

Carol watched with a strange mix of disbelief and fascination, hardly able to reconcile the poised performer onstage with the grandson she remembered taking to the zoo when he was 5.

When the music finally hit its last note, the applause swelled again. Jason gave a quick bow, flashed a grin, and began scanning the crowd. Carol instinctively ducked her head, then felt foolish and looked back up just in time to see his eyes lock onto hers. His smile widened, unmistakably recognizing her.

“Oh no,” Brenda murmured, half-laughing.

Before Carol could form a response, Jason hopped down from the stage and started weaving his way through the tables with relaxed assurance. Heads turned as he passed. Whispers followed. He stopped directly in front of their table, standing tall, unbothered by the attention, wearing nothing but that small black thong and a grin that radiated confidence.

“Hi, Nana (his nickname for his grandma),” he said easily. “Hi, ladies.” His eyes danced with amusement.
“What are nice girls like you doing in a place like this?”

For a beat, no one spoke. Then Diane broke into laughter. “Nice girls?” she said. “You must be lost, sweetheart. This table is “Bad Girls Only.”

Marjorie tilted her head, appraising him openly. “Well,” she added, “if this is what the neighborhood’s been producing lately, we may need to pay closer attention.”

Jason chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. Carol felt her face warm, though she couldn’t stop smiling. “Jason, honey” she said, managing a tone that sounded steadier than she felt, “we had no idea you… did this.”

He shrugged lightly. “College doesn’t pay for itself.”

Brenda leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “I’ll say one thing,” she said, unapologetic. “You’ve been working very hard. It shows.”

Jason laughed again, placing his hands on his hips. “Thank you. That might be my favorite compliment tonight.”

Diane raised her glass. “To confidence,” she said. “And to Carol, for having the most unexpected birthday surprise imaginable.”

Carol shook her head, half mortified, half amused. “I don’t know whether to laugh or hide under the table.”

“Don’t hide,” Jason said warmly. “I’m glad you’re here.”

The moment hung there, light and charged, full of teasing energy and shared laughter.

Carol realized, with a mix of astonishment and delight, that her quiet birthday plan had turned into something far more memorable than she ever could have imagined.

Jason didn’t step back. Instead, he took one slow step forward, closing the already short distance between them until he stood barely a foot from Carol’s chair. The music pulsed behind him, the lights catching the edges of his shoulders and casting a warm glow over the table.

Carol looked up at him, fully aware of the small audience that had formed nearby, women pretending not to watch while very obviously watching.

Something in Carol shifted.

She laughed, not nervously this time, but with bold amusement. Her eyes dropped briefly, unmistakably, to the black thong, then lifted back to his face with a grin that surprised even her.

“Well,” she said, tilting her head, “it looks like you might need to invest in a larger thong, young man. This one has its work cut out for it tonight.” She giggled, then added, “I think you should give it a raise.”

The table erupted.

Marjorie nearly choked on her drink. “Carol!” she exclaimed, laughing so hard she had to fan herself.
“Oh no, she did *not* just say that,” Brenda said, wiping tears from her eyes.

Diane leaned back in her chair, openly appraising Jason. “She’s right,” she added cheerfully. “That thing deserves hazard pay.”

Jason laughed, a genuine, unguarded laugh, clearly enjoying the moment. He shook his head, hands resting casually at his sides. “You ladies are brutal,” he said. “And here I thought *I* was supposed to do the teasing.”

Carol felt a pleasant thrill run through her. She hadn’t felt this sharp, this quick-witted, in years. “We’ve had decades of practice,” she replied. “We’re just finally letting it show.”

Brenda raised her glass again. “To confidence,” she said, eyeing Jason. “On both sides of the table.”

Around them, nearby women laughed and clapped, the moment spilling outward like shared mischief. Jason glanced around, soaking it in, then leaned just slightly closer to Carol, lowering his voice enough to feel conspiratorial without being improper.

“You’re having a good birthday so far Nana, I hope,” he said.

Carol smiled up at him, warm and unashamed. “Oh,” she replied, “this one’s already going down in the record books.”

The music swelled again, the night humming with energy, laughter, and the delicious sense that age had nothing to do with boldness after all.

Jason leaned in just a fraction more, close enough that Carol could feel his “large presence” rather than just see it. The space between them shrank until the moment felt almost theatrical, as if the room itself were holding its breath. Carol didn’t look away. If anything, she lifted her chin slightly, her smile widening, fully aware of the charged pause she had helped create.

She noticed, as her mouth formed a small O in surprise, that the large bulge in his thong seemed to be getting even bigger. Whatever boldness he’d walked up with was clearly not fading under the attention. If anything, it was intensifying, responding to the laughter, the teasing, the unapologetic appraisal from the table.

“Well,” Marjorie said brightly, breaking the silence, “someone’s enjoying the compliments.”

Brenda laughed. “That happens when you give a young man an audience like this.”

Jason grinned, clearly unbothered, clearly amused. “You ladies are dangerous,” he said. “No warning label or anything.”

Diane waved a hand. “At our age? We are the warning label.”

Carol chuckled, eyes still on Jason’s large bulge, her tone playful and teasing. “Jason, honey,” she said. “We’re just appreciating your… growing enthusiasm. Clearly, it’s on an upward trend.” She gave him a playful wink.

That did it. Laughter rippled out again, not just from their table but from nearby ones as well. Jason straightened slightly, still close, still smiling, soaking in the moment without pushing it further…not yet.

He gave Carol a playful smile, as if acknowledging a mutual understanding that didn’t need spelling out.

Jason laughed, shaking his head, but he didn’t retreat. Instead, he eased a little closer, close enough now that Carol could sense the warmth of him, the sheer confidence he carried filling the narrow space between them.

His large bulge hovered just shy of contact, now nearly touching her nose, an intentional nearness that felt almost ceremonial, as if he were letting the moment speak for itself and making his Nana fully aware of his impressive size.

Carol held her ground.

She didn’t flinch. She leaned back only enough to look up at him. She simply met his eyes, her smile calm and knowing, as though she were perfectly aware of the effect she was having and saw no reason to apologize for it.

Her eyes flicked briefly downward, then returned to his face, her smile breaking into a playful, girly giggle. “Oh my God,” she squealed, clearly amused by her grandson’s… growing situation.

“Well,” Jason said lightly, lowering his voice just enough to feel personal without being improper, “I’ll take that as encouragement.”

Carol laughed and leaned back slightly, still smiling up at him. “Oh, trust me, sweetie” she said, loud enough for the table to hear, “my girlfriends and I can give plenty of encouragement. Probably more than you’re ready for.” She flashed him a wicked grin.

Her gaze dipped again, longer this time, and her mouth fell open in shocked disbelief before she burst out laughing. “Oh my God,” she said, loud enough for the table to hear. “I was not expecting that. My goodness, baby…it’s huge!”

Jason eased even closer, and suddenly Carol was acutely aware that there was almost no space left at all. The moment crackled, drawing the attention of nearby tables as the tension became impossible to ignore. A ripple of laughter and gasps moved through the women watching.

Neither Carol nor Jason noticed as Brenda, giddy with the moment, leaned toward the women at the two nearest tables and whispered Jason’s connection to Carol, setting the stage for what would come next.

Carol laughed out loud as Jason pushed closer, delighted rather than flustered, tilting her head back just enough to look him squarely in the eye. “Oh my God,” she said, shaking her head as the table erupted again. “You’re really leaning into this, aren’t you?”

At this, Jason slowly and deliberately pushed his large, hard, thong-covered bulge against Carol’s face. His thick length spanned from her chin to the top of her forehead, only partially concealing Carol’s beaming smile.

Cheers broke out nearby, several women clapped and exchanged “High Fives”, and the energy spiked. Jason grinned, clearly enjoying the reaction, as he slowly slid his thong-concealed, large cock up and down and side to side, all over Carol’s smiling face.

The reaction detonated outward.

Laughter burst from nearby tables, sharp and delighted, followed by whistles and applause that rolled across the room like a wave. Someone let out a theatrical gasp. Someone else clapped overhead. The DJ, sensing the spike, punched the volume up a notch, and the bass thudded harder through the floor.

Brenda doubled over, laughing so hard she had to grip the edge of the table. “I cannot believe this is happening,” she shouted, wiping at her eyes. “This is officially the wildest birthday we’ve ever planned.”

Marjorie fanned herself dramatically. “Planned?” she yelled back. “This has gone well beyond planning.”

Diane leaned toward the aisle, laughing and clapping along with the women around them as the moment spilled outward. Strangers grinned at Carol, raising glasses in salute. A woman at the next table shouted, “You go, birthday girl!” and the cheer that followed felt half encouragement, half celebration.

The energy in the club tipped fully into chaos now, the good kind. The kind that turns a night into a story before it’s even over.

Carol leaned back while Jason continued rubbing his very large, still thong-covered cock all over her face. She giggled happily, her face warm, her heart racing, enjoying every moment.

She felt a brief twinge of guilt as she pictured her 73-year-old-husband (Jason’s grandpa) waiting for her at home, but the feeling was quickly forgotten as Jason invited her to pull down his thong and liberate his oversized cock.

“I thought you’d never ask, baby!” Carol giggled, “I’ve been dying to see this monster for almost an hour! Show your Nana how much bigger you are than your Grandpa, sweetie!”

The response hit like a spark in dry air.

Laughter erupted from the nearest tables, sharp and delighted, followed by a chorus of cheers that rolled outward in waves. A group of women clapped nearby. Another woman squealed in delight, loud enough to cut through the music. A woman near the aisle nearly spilled her drink as she leaned forward, eyes wide, shouting, “Ohhh no she didn’t!”

Carol was taken aback by her own boldness, her face burning with equal parts embarrassment and excitement.

High-pitched squeals mixed with applause. Chairs scraped back as a few women stood just to get a better look at whatever had triggered the uproar. Phones came out, then quickly disappeared again, as if everyone instinctively knew this was a moment better lived than recorded.

Word had spread that the handsome young man rubbing his big bulge all over this lovely lady’s face was in fact her grandson.

All the women in the club lived by the rule “Whatever happens at the Male Revue, stays at the Male Revue.”

“Birthday girl!” someone yelled.

Another voice chimed in, laughing breathlessly, “This place is getting shut down tonight!”

The DJ, sensing chaos, cranked the music higher, and the bass thudded through the room as whistles and laughter bounced off the walls. Even women farther away turned in their seats, curious to see what was happening.

Brenda slapped the table, howling with laughter. Marjorie covered her mouth, shaking her head in disbelief. Diane raised her glass toward Carol like a toast, her sly grin saying everything words didn’t need to.

The club pulsed with it now, that reckless, contagious joy that turns a normal night into legend.

Carol’s eager hands found the thin strips on the sides of Jason’s thong. In almost one fluid motion, each of her hands grabbed the strips on his hips and she unceremoniously and none too gently pulled his thong down to his knees.

Jason’s large cock bounced happily out of its confinement, lightly hitting his grandma’s smiling face. Carol giggled uncontrollably, amazed at how long and thick his cock was, and she felt excited for whatever might come next.

To be continued… soon.

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