After the show I had such a hard-on I was ready to go to the mens' room and get it off by myself. But when I walked across the empty stage, my cock hard as a rock in my leather pants, a spotlight flooded the floor. My hand was rubbing my hardness, it reminded me of the microphone or a torch stuck inside my shorts. I heard a noise from a corner and there was Agnes, a young girl who used to clean up. I'd gawked at her ass several times, imagining. My hand still putting relieving pressure on my cock, I walked up to her and she stopped sweeping, looking at my hand, then my face.