Her vocalizations rose with her emotions and her words ran together. “OhmygodohmygodohmygodOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!”
She screamed aloud and pressed her clit hard against the saddle as the orgasm rocked her. It was like being in the middle of an avalanche. She was swept away and she collapsed down on the Sybian.
Barry stopped it at once and left her there a few minutes to calm down. He rubbed her back and told her how much he loved her.
“Oh my god, that was incredible,” Carol said when she finally came to her senses.
“Maybe we’ll show that to our new customers when they come down for training,” he said.
She groaned, knowing how that would embarrass her, yet she knew deep down it was what she needed. She couldn’t deny her desires and Barry knew just how to play her.
* * * * *
Diane kept her eyes on a handsome older man at the front of the stage, ignoring the rest of the droolers and the drunks as she gyrated to the loud music. Tom was fifteen years older than she was, but he was the nicest of the men who came to watch her perform.
The club was packed tonight and she spotted Morty, the manager, standing by the bar, smiling at her. They both knew many in the crowd had come to see her. They loved to watch her strip and she could only imagine that it was because she enjoyed it so.
She unclasped her brassiere among the hoots of the crowd and tossed it to the stage, exposing her breasts, covered now only with pasties, complete with tiny tassels. She shook her torso, rotating the tassels in opposite directions.
Tom Stedman seemed pleased. He was fifty with thick dark hair speckled with gray. He wore wireless glasses and had an open, friendly face. As usual, he was impeccably dressed in a designer suit.
Diane had met him shortly after she had come to work at Club Femme, not long after she had been fired from her job. When the urges had returned, she was caught having sex with Richard in his office. He was demoted but she was canned.
Dancing at the club satisfied part of her needs but not all of them. She needed the looks of the men as she stripped, their eyes helped feed the leprechaun. As she danced, Diane wished she could pick a man out of the crowd, bring him up on stage and fuck his brains out. Preferably Tom. Now that would be public sex! Not that Tom would go for it.
She turned and wiggled her ass at the crowd, enjoying the hoots. Her fingers slipped into her short-shorts and she teased them for a little while before she eased them down, exposing her thong. Too bad she was required by law to keep it on, she mused. The thought of dancing completely naked made her wet with desire.
Fortunately, Johnny Law didn’t seem to mind if she flashed the crowd a little. It also might explain why the audience had grown in the two months she’d been a featured dancer.
She had met Tom a month ago and they had chatted several times during her breaks. She had found him to be charming, generous and sexy, despite their age difference. And he seemed completely smitten by her.
Of course he wanted to “take her away from all this”, not knowing that she needed it. She doubted he would be able to handle her libido now that it had been ramped up by that damned leprechaun. All she wanted was a safe way to satisfy her urges. Dancing semi-nude at a club brought her almost all the way there.
She turned back to the group of cheering men and yanked one of her pasties loose. It always stung but she covered it well with an open smile and a broad wink. The crowd went nuts when they saw her exposed nipple. Diane danced for a few more minutes, hearing in the music the approach of the end of her set and removed the other pasty. Now her breasts were free and she shook them at the crowd. Men flashed dollar bills at her and she allowed them to thrust them into the top of her thong. Whenever she spotted someone with a ten or a twenty, she would pull aside her thong for a quick glimpse of her shaved pussy. It was dangerous but the law hadn’t busted her yet.
The music ended and she turned at once and left the stage. It was always best to leave them begging for more. She came back out for a brief bow and collected more money.
“Isn’t she great?” boomed the manager who doubled as the emcee. He stepped out on stage, signaling Diane it was time to leave. She nodded at him and he flashed her a big smile. She turned and winked at Tom as she exited, stage right.
Backstage, she slipped on her silk robe, collapsed into her chair in front of the mirror and began repairing her makeup. Dancing always took its toll on her. At thirty-five, she was a good ten to fifteen years older than the other girls. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep it up.
She hoped someone like Tom might steal her away as long as he understood her needs and how to satisfy them. The jury was still out on that however. Fact was, she hadn’t yet told him of her secret. She meant to but the opportunity just hadn’t come up. She knew it would have to be soon or else she’d have to find another sugar daddy, one with looser morals. Problem was, she liked Tom.
The music started for the next dancer and Diane smiled to herself, knowing that would be Brenda, who was just twenty-one and terrified to be showing her body. But the money was so good, it paid her way through college so she did it anyway then came backstage crying almost every night. Diane just wanted to slap her. Get a job at a pizza parlor if you feel that way about it!
Ruby, the fifty-something stage mistress with the big wig of platinum blonde hair, came back to hand Diane a single red rose. She winked at her, for they both knew the rose had come from Tom. He’d been giving her one every time he came to see her dance.
“You gonna marry that man?” Ruby teased.
“Ah, he’d never have me. I’m just a stripper,” she said, self-deprecatingly.
“Hah! That’s what Anna Nicole Smith said and look at what she accomplished!” she cackled, and left to round up the next act.
Diane looked at her watch. Ten-forty. She had one more set to do that night before she could go home and masturbate, and think about all the men who had seen her naked. She would have to pretend her dildo was one of them.
She tied the robe tight around her and went out to have a quick drink with Tom as was their ritual. She spotted him at his regular booth, near the back. It was one of the few places in the joint where one could actually hear conversation over the music.
She slid in next to him and pursed her lips for a kiss. He was a good kisser and it gave her a thrill. Diane had an image of them standing and kissing, his hard cock thrusting into her, and pushed it out of her mind.
“Hi, Tom.”
“Diane, you look lovely as always.”
“Oh you’re so kind.”
“When are you going to give up this life? It’s not really you, is it?”
“We’ve talked about this before. I need the money.” And I need the exposure, she thought.
“I’m sure a smart woman like you could find another job in marketing. I mean that was your career, wasn’t it?”
Diane had danced around the topic so to speak for many weeks. She decided to let him in on her little secret. If it scared him off, so be it. She was tired of living a lie.
“Tom, about that. I didn’t tell you why I changed careers so suddenly. I know you’ve been curious.”
He leaned forward, all ears.
“Well, I’ve been repressing a secret desire, you see.” She wasn’t sure how to go about explaining it without sounding crazy. But she had started so she plunged ahead. “Every since I was a teenager, I’ve had this strange need to, well, expose myself. Isn’t that weird?”
“No, no,” he said at once, as if that were the most normal thing in the world. “Actually, it’s kind of exciting.”
“Yeah, well, I ignored it for years. But after I lost my job due to downsizing,” she wasn’t going to confess why she’d been fired, “it just seemed a natural way to kill two birds with one stone.”
“I’m surprised, if you felt that way, why you didn’t get into this line of work when you were in your twenties.”
Diane sensed Tom was thinking she was too old for this
and he was right.
“I was too focused on my career then,” she said. “But it was only much later that I became disillusioned with the field.”
“Hmm. So how is it? Do you get what you wanted out of it?”
She paused, not sure how to continue. “Well, yes and no.” She reached out and put her hands over his. “I’m kinda, um, oversexed, I guess.”
Tom picked up on it right away. “So what you’re saying is the dancing isn’t enough for you. You’d like to do more.”
“Uh, yeah. But I don’t want to get arrested!”
“No, of course not.” He smiled and it grew bigger and bigger on his face. “I think we can work something out.”
“Really? You aren’t shocked?”
“No. Not in the least. I find it very exciting. But just how far do you want to take it?”
“I’m basically a one-man woman, you see, so if you’re thinking that I’d like to pull a train or something, forget it. I just get a thrill out of sex in semi-public places, that’s all.” She added quickly, “Safe, semi-public places.”
“That’s quite a fetish,” he said. “Where do you suppose that came from?”
“I don’t know,” she lied. Trying to explain the leprechaun story would label her a loon. She leaned forward. “So you don’t think I’m crazy?”
“No, I think you’re a dream come true.” He looked at his watch. “What time is your next set?”
“Uh, eleven-forty. I should be all done by twelve-thirty.”
He nodded. “Okay. Loosen your robe.”
“What?” That familiar thrill ran through her.
“You heard me. Loosen your robe.”
Diane’s fingers fumbled to obey. Her pussy felt hot and her nipples tingled.
“Now scoot over here close to me.”
She did, keeping the edges of her robe tight in front of her.
“No, no, you’ve got it all wrong,” he said, pulling the edges apart. Diane gasped when a breast popped into view.
“Tom! What are you doing?” But it was the pre-leprechaun Diane talking just then. An automatic response to the shock of being exposed so suddenly. She pulled the robe together, covering herself, and felt a pang of disappointment.
“No, leave it loose. Just a little bit, okay?” The robe came open again, exposing the soft valley between her breasts all the way down to her hot wet thong.
“I—I could get arrested.” Diane swooned with desire. Her legs came apart a little more.
“I’ll protect you.” She felt better hearing that.
Diane looked around. So far no one seemed to have noticed her.
“Now slip off your thong and put it on the table.”
“What?”
“Come on, this is what you want and you know it. So get busy.”
She raised her ass up off the cushion and eased her thong off and down her legs. She canted to one side to free it from her feet and handed it to Tom.
“No, on the table.”
Diane dropped it and stared at it as if it were a snake. Deep down, she thought she could hear the leprechaun laugh.
She startled when she felt Tom’s hand on her thigh.
“Relax,” he said. “Just watch the dancer.”
She raised her eyes to see Brenda, that shy, cute little college student, gyrating like a pro to the hoots of the men along the stage. Diane’s mouth came open and her eyes glazed as she watched. She felt Tom’s fingers move to her hot core and she allowed her legs to come apart to encourage him.
The robe came open a bit more, exposing part of one nipple. Diane kept her eyes on the stage, pretending she was up there, dancing, even as she felt his middle finger slide down her very wet pussy. She took in a breath and let it out slowly. She made no move to stop him.
His finger slipped up and down and Diane was lost to the sensations spreading through her. She didn’t notice when Tom used his free hand to pull the robe apart, exposing both breasts.
Now some of the men began to notice the little show and they gathered quickly, forming a semicircle around the booth. One reached in for her breasts, but Tom barked, “No touching! Just watch or go away.”
They nodded in unison and left her alone. Diane’s legs were well apart now, exposing Tom’s hand busy between them, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.
“Oh god,” she breathed, and the men smiled at her, knowing she was close.
The orgasm crashed over her suddenly and she cried out, falling backward against the padded back of the booth. Her legs came together, trapping Tom’s hand. She rolled to the side, pulling the robe over her as she was rocked by the waves of pleasure. The men cheered. Diane couldn’t move. She sat limply on the seat.
The show was over now and the men began to drift away. The manager came by, a frown on his face. “What’s all this now?”
Diane managed to sit up. “Uh, nothing, Morty,” she said. “I was just doing a table dance for Tom here.”
Morty eyed him, knowing he was a good customer but not believing for a minute her story. “Well, don’t shout out so. This place is probably crawling with undercover officers just dying to bust us.” He left.
Diane took a deep breath. Tom took her hands into his. “Diane, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.”
* * * * *
Wendy knocked on Bob Townbridge’s door, wearing her little black dress and high-heeled strappy shoes. And nothing else. “Hi, Bob,” she said when she saw his smiling face. “You got something for me?”
“Yes, yes, I do, Wendy. Come in.”
She entered and spotted another man inside. He was about Bob’s age, late forties, and seemed nice enough. He was dressed in a white shirt, blue tie and dark slacks. He wore wire-rimmed glasses. He smiled nervously at her.
“I’d like you to meet my friend Steve,” Bob said. “Steve, this is Wendy.”
“Uh, hi.” He thrust out a hand.
Wendy came over to him, took his outstretched hand and placed it on her hip. “Hi, Steve. Nice to meet you.”
“Uh, yeah, me too.”
“Oh you’re not nervous because of me, I hope,” she said coyly.
“Well, I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“I can tell. But don’t let that worry you. You’ll know what to do when the time comes.”
He smiled and nodded. Wendy half turned toward Bob. “Now did Bob explain the rules?”
Steve nodded. “Oh yes. One hundred dollars for forty minutes and I have to wear a condom. Right?”
“Right. And we pay up front.”
She stepped back as he fumbled for his wallet, counting out five twenties. He placed them in her hand. The touch of the money nearly gave her an orgasm on the spot.
She turned and handed the money to Bob. “Now Bob here is going to keep this for me. He’s going to watch some TV and leave us alone, okay? He’s only here to protect me—not that I need any protection from a nice guy like you! We can go back into the bedroom and have some fun.”
Wendy led the nervous man down the hallway while Bob sat on the couch and turned on the television.
Once inside the bedroom, she checked the clock. Eight-ten. Good. She reached down and pulled her loose dress up over her head in one smooth motion.
Steve gasped and his mouth came open. “You’re…beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She came to him and felt his hard cock. “You’re pretty beautiful yourself, big guy.”
He blushed and she began unbuttoning his shirt. He let her, running his free hands over her breasts. Her hands went to his belt buckle.
“Ohhh that feels good,” she cooed, quickly getting him out of his clothes. When he was down to his boxer shorts, she eased down and played with it through the material.
“What do we have here?”
She pulled the waistband down, making sure not to scrape it against his turgid cock. Wendy leaned in and kissed it as she allowed his shorts to slip down his legs. She felt in complete control and she loved it. She may be a wh
ore, but she was good at her job. She took more of his cock into her mouth. Thankfully he bathed regularly.
“Ohhh,” Steve said. “Careful!”
Ahh, she thought, a preemie. I’ll have to make sure he doesn’t lose it before we get to the main event.
“What do you like, Steve? Do you like sucking or fucking?”
“Well, uh, both. But you have me so turned on, we’d better get to it or else…”
“Sure.” She rose and led him to the bed. Wendy found a condom in the drawer and opened it. “Allow me.” She knelt down and slipped it over his cock. “How’s that?”
“G-good. Real good.”
“Now don’t be afraid. Wendy’s going to take good care of you.”
He nodded as she pulled him onto her and lay on the bed. She spread her legs. “I’m so hot right now. I can’t stand it.”
He grinned and reached down to steer his cock toward her wetness. The leprechaun helped her get wet so she wasn’t faking it. She felt the tip touch her and she shivered with delight. “Oh that feels good,” she whispered. “You have such a nice cock.”
Steve pressed it in and she settled, letting him take the lead now. He pumped vigorously a few times and stiffened, shooting his load. Wendy could feel his cock pulsating within her. She hugged him tightly. As she did, she glanced at the clock. Eight-twenty-one. Ha!
They hugged for several minutes until Steve calmed down from his release. Then she kissed him and told him what a great lover he was and how she hoped she could see him again. By the time she had him dressed and out the door, less than a half-hour had passed.
She sat on the couch next to Bob and collected sixty dollars from him. Forty was his for bringing her the client.
“That was quick,” he commented.
“Yep. I’m good, didn’t you know that?”
“Oh yeah. I remember.”
“We got anyone else tonight?”
“No, that was it. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m glad you’re being careful. I don’t want to risk any more than I have to.” Just enough to satisfy the leprechaun, she mused.
“Good, because I’m not the most effective pimp. If I had my way, I’d keep you all to myself.”
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