Pics from my first burlesque show

What happens when you mix some cheap hair extensions, a lgbt nightclub, and a sweet faced blonde girl? A night of nervous, silly go go dancing for the Red Light Girlie Burlesque Lounge.
Thanks to Viva And the Velvet Hearts for letting me "wing it" and to David Heasley for the lovely photos

Panther's New Jungle

     It's been a very busy summer, as I've said in certain quick posts. However, all plans are now in place. I've gotten a promotion of sorts in my job...sort of. I've left my other company & have started a new company with 3 partners creating content & promotion for the nightclubs & hotels.
     What this means to the blog. Well....
1. More traveling to Las Vegas, South Beach, & LA for conferences & mettings, which means more opportunities to meet more women.
2. A new office in midtown Manhattan with a view & a couch in the office & a long conference room table. I will definitely be breaking in both sooner rather than later.
3. I'm moving. I was going to move to Chicago, in order to make traveling to LA & New York easier but I've decided to hold off for a couple years, in order to build up the business. I'm moving to a better apartment, though, here in NYC. I'm going into a nice 1 bedroom in midtown that I got a good deal on. It doesn't have as nice a view as the office but it's not bad. I think there are a few celebrities who live nearby so it'll be fun to see if I know anybody.
4. Our office has a deal with a new upscale gym so that means more opportunities to meet more women.
5. It may less time spent in nightclubs doing business & more time in nightclubs partying, if I want to. That's a nice change of pace.
6. It means more or less time to blog; I'm not sure which at the moment. If you want to strike up a conversation & tell each other stories, email me at ebonypanther@gmail.com. I like telling the stories to one person at a time. It's more intimate than just a post to hundreds of anonymous people.

NYC: Columbiana - An Intro

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     I first met Columbiana while on a flight to Miami for business. She's a Latina flight stewardess with an amazing body. Every guy, single or not, tried talking to her. In fact, I still think that the only reason why she spoke with me is because I had a seat next to me & was reading a book.

     Anyway, we talked & flirted the whole way down from New York. After a little while, she told me that she was born & raised in Columbia (the country, not the city), married a guy a few years ago, & settled out in Denver. She said that she had a layover in Miami & was staying in a hotel on South Beach. I was staying at a hotel on the other end of South Beach, so I said that if she wanted to hang out, go to dinner, & maybe a club, to give me a call. I wrote my cell phone number on a piece of paper & handed it to her, not thinking moch more of it. I figured I just met someone cool for a little while & that was that. We landed, I said my goodbyes, & I headed for South Beach.
     A little while after I checked into my hotel, I got a call. It was Columbiana wanting to know if the invite for dinner was still good. I said sure & suggested a place I knew. We met, shared some good food & conversation, & decided to walk on the beach before going to a nightclub. As we walked, she finally cut right to the chase. She said that she wasn't looking for a relationship but just wanted to feel good for a night. As long as I was ok with that, then we could have a good night. I told her I can keep things on the down low, so off to my room we went.
     Once we were there, we were all over each other. It was dirty hotel room sex. It felt dangerous & she loved it. She rode me like a jockey rides a horse, grinding & bouncing up & down on my cock. I took her from behind, grabbed her hair, & slammed her. She backed her hips into me with every thrust. We fucked in the shower, on the couch, floor, & eventually the bed. Furniture was knocked over & the sheets were on the floor well within the fourth round. We fucked for hours.
     As she left early in the morning to do the walk of shame (which I always called the walk of pride), she had a proposition. She wanted to know if I wanted to get together anytime she was in New York. We worked out a system of email addresses & phone numbers so that neither her husband nor the other flight attendants she worked with would ever know. We've been at it ever since.

Vegas Baby Part 1

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     Ah Vegas. I absolutely love that town. I never cease to have a good time when I'm there. I get to go at least once a year for a conference. I usually stay in the MGM Grand when I go. This year, my friend Matt & I pitched in & stayed in a high rise condo just off the strip with a hot tub on the balcony (one of the few good things about the economy is that people who payed for overpriced condos are having to rent them out).
     We were there for 3 days. While we were working, we were pretty good boys. We got in at a decent hour (by Vegas standards) & concentrated on work in the daytime, since we were one of the few guys not nursing hangovers the next day. The last day of the conference, we decided to extend our stay & party it up for a few extra days as a reward for being good boys. That's what I love about Monday - Thursday business conferences: you only use one of your sick days & make it a minivacation.
     We decided to go hang out at Prive nightclub for a while & then perhaps club hop at a couple more spots. Thursday night, I wasn't really feeling like overdrinking but Matt definitely was. He had already pounded a few by the time our taxi rolled up to Prive. We got in & scoped out the place. It's really nice with a very good vip area. Matt knew one of the guys running it that night so we got in.
     After about 10 minutes or so, we saw a blonde & a brunette looking at us. We motioned over for them to join us. Eve, the blonde, was the stereotypical Vegas blonde. She was built like a stripper, with extremely large fake breasts. Lena, the brunette, also had large breasts, but hers looked real. We loaded up on a couple bottles of champagne, good conversation, extreme flirtation, kissing & feeling.
     Everyone knew we had to bring it back to the condo. Lena wasn't too drunk but Matt & Eve were. While we were piled into the taxi, I was hooking up with Eve while Lena was all over Matt. Thankfully, it was only a 5 minute ride back to the condo. We got out & got into the elevator. Clothes were already coming off by the time we reached our floor. We grabbed our clothing, opened up the door to the place, & piled in.
     We dropped our clothing at the front door & continued stripping as we went to our bedrooms. Matt & Lena went to one, while Eve & I went to the other. Neither one of us bothered to close the doors so we could see what the other ones were doing; not that I was bothering to look, to be honest. I was busy concentrating on the Vegas blonde.
     Damn, she looked gorgeous with the moonlight hitting her naked body. I put her on her back & split her legs. I threw her legs up on my shoulder, grabbed her ass, & lifted her up so that her back arched up & the blood rushed to her head. My face buried itself between her legs & my tongue started tasting her sweet pussy. Eve cooed sweetly as my tongue danced around her pussy lips before starting on the main course of her clit.
     Eve started squirming & moaning louder. As she did, I could hear Lena moaning & screaming in the other room. Mike apparently didn't bother with much forplay & went right for Lena's pussy & was banging away inside her at a rapid pace. After about 10 minutes of this, suddenly, Lena stopped moaning. I didn't find out until about an hour later as to why.
     After making Eve cum all over my face with her pussy juices, I decided my cock needed a workout. I put Eve back down on the bed & flipped her over onto her stomach. I put Eve on all fours, split her legs, & slid my cock into her pussy. Grabbing her hair, I yanked her head back & took long, deep strokes so that I could enjoy her pussy.
     I built up my speed. Eve took my cock & let me bang her. Faster & faster I went. Eve's pussy felt so good around my cock. She moaned louder & louder, building to an amazing climax. She collapsed forward, breathing heavily. I hadn't cum yet but figured I'd wait until she caught her breath & start again. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. She passed out. I knew she had way too much to drink. I decided to get up, grab a bottle of champagne out of the fridge, & went to the hot tub. So much for Vegas blondes.....