Upon closer inspection the bouncer had no pockets, save the onces in his trench coat which were already filled to the brim with gifts from adoring groupies. I was forced to be sneaky, the hand is quicker then the eye! And Houdini style I traded panties with the bouncer before he had a chance to blink. He’ll have a nice surprise when he gets home and realizes that my scent is now mixed in with his manly sweat, as a purple pair of lacy shorts rest lightly around his ankles.