by MIMI WILDE
The topless waitress looked at Hope and shook her head.
“You have to pay a percentage to the house, honey,” she said. “There is room downstairs, but sometimes the gentleman prefers to have his jollies up here, and that’s okay, but there’s a two percent surcharge.”
“A hundred bucks,” Thad said, putting the cash on the table.
“You want a room, sir,” the waitress said.
“No. I don’t have time for that. Candy is going to take care of me.”
“Suit yourself,” the waitress said.
“What is this place? Hope asked.
“It’s kind of a whorehouse,” Thad said.
“How is it kind of a whorehouse?” Hope asked.
“A lot of times the street girls will blow a guy in the alley off the street, but that kind of pisses off the legitimate citizens. So the police department turns a blind eye to the whores bringing their customers into this place. Some men bring their wives. Some guys just like to come in and watch, or they take a whore downstairs. But mostly it’s hand jobs and blow jobs at the table.
“I think Missy told me about this place,” she said. “I had no idea such places existed.”
Music started and a woman walked out onto the small circular stage in the corner. It was supposed to be topless dancing, but the woman wore no clothes at all, and she wasn’t a very good dancer. She didn’t look like her heart was in it. But she moved to the music. She shook her breasts and her ass and did some sort of backwards bend where she showed the open lips of her pussy. A few of them men gave her catcalls before the lights and the music died away.
“She’s married to a control freak,” Thad said. “Her husband makes her dance and then he fucks her when she comes down. Ed makes Gloria do it sometimes. Once he made her bring herself to orgasm up there. She was really popular that night.”
“Are you going to make me dance?” Hope said.
“I might. You’d be a hell a lot better than Gloria.”
A woman screamed. She glanced over to where the woman had come down off the stage and now she was bent over a table and a squat, powerful looking man was taking her brutally from behind. Hope was mesmerized. She had never dreamed she would see anything like this in a public place. The first time she had ever watched anybody having sex was Gloria sucking Ed, and now a man was fucking a woman only a few feet away from her. She felt a heated flush go through her body.
Thad pulled her against him and kissed her hard. His tongue thrust hotly into her mouth. For a moment he took her breath away.
“Take your top off and get up on the stage,” Thad said.
“I thought you didn’t have a lot of time,” she whispered.
“I’m going to make time,” he said. “I want to see you dance.”
“Did Missy ever dance for you?”
“Yes,” he said. “On that stage. She got applause.’
With weak knees, Hope got up and walked across the dirty floor to the stage. The lights came back on automatically and the music started. Hope realized the man behind the bar was watching for women who approached the stage, usually at the urging of the man she was with. Hope unbuttoned her top and took it off. It was as far as she went. She climbed the stage and stood in the warm circle of light. From the circular stage, Hope could see a half dozen men and women in the dark bar. A few of the women were on their knees sucking cock. One woman was stroking the man she sat with. A few men were by themselves and some of them had their cocks out.
Hope looked at Thad. She could almost feel the heat of his eyes.
She closed her eyes and she began to sway to the music. The music got faster and so did she. There were no catcalls with her. The men in the room seemed to realize they were seeing something special. She was no cheap hooker the world had beaten and battered. She had a firm, young body and there was little sag in her breasts. She gave herself into the music. She followed the rhythm, the beat, and she imagined herself as Candy might feel. A whore dancing for her man. A whore showing her bare breasts for hot, hungry eyes.
“Oh baby,” some man shouted. “Shake those tits.”
Dancing to the music and feeling hot and sweaty, and really turned on, she gave it all she had. The feeling in the room was incredible. It was an atmosphere of heat and sex and energy that grew all the time she was dancing.
“Let us see it all, baby, “some man shouted.
“Everything,” someone else said. “Show us some pussy.”
Her skirt was short enough and she simply pulled it up to her waist as she danced. She wore black panties and the men kept screaming to see her pussy, but she didn’t take them off. Instead, she turned and bent and danced with her ass to the crowd, and there was more shouting and applauding.
Finally, the music stopped and she stopped. She gasped for breath. Her breasts felt swollen, her nipples pointing and achy. A hand reached to help her down from the stage and she realized it was Thad.
“I’d better escort you,” he said, his eyes shining. “Or you’ll get fucked a dozen times before you get to the table.”
She grabbed her blouse and put it back on as she returned to the table. Hands reached out her but she evaded most of the clutching fingers. One man did manage to rub his hand across her ass. Or was it a woman? She couldn’t tell in the dark.
:”I can’t wait,” Thad said. “Lean over the table.”
She put her elbows down on the table and Thad pulled her skirt up and ripped her panties off. He moved behind her and his already freed cock pressed against her pussy. He didn’t wait. He rammed it into her with one brutal shove. His cock filling her felt good.
“You were fucking incredible, Candy,” Thad said.
She smiled as he fucked her. It was what she wanted. She had wanted him to forget Hope and think of her as Candy, and he was. Right now he was fucking Candy. She was no sweet, demure housewife named Hope, but she was a fucking cunt dancer-whore named Candy and he was enjoying the hell out of her. There was no time for her. His cock was already leaking inside her. He reached around to grab her breasts as he thrust into her faster and faster and then shouted as his prick began to spurt into her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck your whore.”
He thrust one more hard time into and his prick seemed to explode in all directions. His cell phone started going off as he pulled back and let his wet cock rub against her thighs. She was leaking all over the table and down the inside of her thighs.
“Clean me,” he said harshly, and she went immediately onto her knees and took his prick into her mouth. She cleaned him carefully while he talked on the cell phone, and she felt more of his cum dripping out of her pussy to the floor. He had a lot of it. He must have really been turned on
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” Thad said. “Yeah, yeah, I know, my lunch went a little longer.”
She tucked him back into his pants and he grabbed her elbow and lifted her to her feet.
“Button your blouse,” he said. “We have to go or you’ll be getting offers.”
He quickly escorted her out of the bar and down the street to her. She felt wet and sweaty and she knew she smelled of sex. She also was excited, her pussy needing relief, but it was worth it to see the look of satisfaction on Thad’s face as he drove away.
…..
She was on her knees working in her garden when Amy came over with a cold pitcher of lemonade. Hope was ready for a break and she joined Amy on the patio where they sprawled in comfortable lawn chairs and sipped the lemonade.
“I don’t think is entirely the fruit of the lemon,” Hope said, as she took her first sip.
“Whatever makes you say that?” Amy asked.
“Mostly because my eyes water when I take a sip and it smells strongly of gin.”
‘I might have added a dollop or two for taste,” Amy said.
“It sure is tasty,” Hope said.
It was pleasant to sit in the afternoon sunshine and sip hard lemonade. She had returned to the apartment afte
r her lunch with Thad, and had showered and changed back into Hope. Now she wore a comfortable pink top, shorts and tennis shoes and she looked every inch the part of the suburban housewife.
“I saw Thad’s car here yesterday,” Amy said.
“And you’ll see it again tonight,” Hope said. “He’s moving back in.”
“He’s broken up with Missy?”
“Yes,” Hope said.
“But he’s still cheating on you,” Amy said.
“Oh,” Hope said, sitting up. “What makes you say that?”
“Because I saw him downtown today and honey, you would not have believed the tramp he was with. She had a dress short enough that you could see her ass and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Everything about said slut.”
Hope laughed.
“You think it’s funny?” Amy asked incredulously. “You would have been better off if he’d stayed with Missy.”
Hope studied her friend’s face or a few minutes and then she shrugged.
“Okay, I’ll tell you. The tramp was me.”
“You,” Amy said incredulously.
“The tramp was me,” Hope repeated. “I call her Candy.”
“Seriously?”
“You have to keep this to yourself,” Hope said. “You can’t share it even with Jim. But it’s kind of an arrangement I made with Thad. At home, I’m his sweet little housewife, his hostess for dinner parties, his helpmate. But when I got downtown, I become Candy, his whore. I think we’re both actually starting to think of Candy as a different person.”
“That could get confusing,” Amy said.
“But exciting,” Hope said. “I’ve had the best sex I’ve ever had. Thad has started treating me like a Princess at home again. It’s almost like he feels guilty for cheating on me with Candy. “
“Oh, this is really so weird,” Amy said.
“I guess it is, but it’s working,” Hope said.
Amy sipped her drink. “What does it feel like to be Candy?”
“Free,” Hope said quickly. “I’ve thought about it a lot. When I’m Candy, I’m free. I don’t have to worry about rules or inhibitions. All I have to do is obey Thad, and that’s kind of exciting also. Thad gets kind of rough and there are still a few things we haven’t done that I know he wants.”
“Like what?” Amy asked. She
“I know he wants to take me in the ass,” Hope said.
“And you’re going to let him do that,” Amy said, astonished.
Hope nodded. “I have to tell you that I’m not fond of that idea, but Missy let him do it, and I know he wants it. So yes, I’ll let him do it, no matter how painful.”
“I just can’t believe you,” Amy said.
“It’s not me,” Hope said. “It could never be me. It’s Candy.”
“But you’re both the same person,” Amy protested.
“No,” Hope said. “As Hope, I’m sort of the television housewife. I have rules. As Candy, there are no rules. I’m free. It’s a strange feeling. I never thought it would be when I started this, but I am a truly different person when I’m Candy.”
“What if he really starts thinking Candy is a whore,” Amy said. “I mean, what if Thad gets carried away. Anything could happen.”
“I know. That’s part of what makes it so exciting.”
The two women sat and drank and talked for a while. Amy kept asking her questions about Candy and Hope tried to explain exactly how she felt. It was not easy. She was a little girl who had grown up with definite rules and boundaries and Candy had none of those hang-ups. Perhaps it was the booze or the quiet afternoon, but she saw sparks of interest in Amy’s eyes. And an excitement she had never expected to see there.
They were both a little high when Thad drove into the yard and Amy decided it was time to leave. She nearly staggered as she left her chair, and Thad only nodded at her. Their animosity went back all the way to high school.
“How about a beer?” Thad said.
Thad really looked tired. She knew he had been having some problems at work the past few weeks, some big contract that was worrying him. He sank down in one of the chairs and she hurried into the kitchen and brought him back a cold beer. He popped the cap and let his head rest on the chair.
“Damn, what a day,” he said.
“You mean after you left Candy,” Hope said.
“That was the best part of my day,” Thad said.
“I’m glad she could help,” Hope said. “Do you want something to eat?”
“No, I had a quick supper with a client. It wasn’t much fun.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I think I want a shower and a long night’s sleep. Maybe tomorrow I’ll want to face the world again.”
Hope nodded.
“What did the wicked witch of the west want?” Thad asked. He waved his beer in the direction Amy had gone.
“She wanted to talk about you cheating on me.”
“Oh, the bitch,” Thad said. “But you already knew about Missy?”
“No, she wanted to tell me about the new one you’re seeing. The one with short black hair and big tits.”
It took Thad a moment but then he got it, and he laughed. “Candy’s tits aren’t that big.”
“Shut up,” Hope said, laughing with him.
He had finished his beer quickly and she brought him another one. She sat on the edge of the lawn chair and told him to sit up with his legs on the other side. She helped him take his jacket off and then his shirt and tie and then she began to knead his shoulders.
“You have such nice hands,” he said.
She worked his muscles as he sipped his beer. He was so very tense. She rubbed down to his lower back and up again. She kept working with him until she felt the tension easing out of him. He finally moaned and fell back in the chair again.
“I told Amy about Candy,” Hope said.
“Why?” Thad said.
“I wasn’t going to but then I saw something odd in her eyes. She was kind of excited by it.”
“Excited. Amy. I don’t believe it.”
Hope ran her fingertips down her husband’s muscular chest. She stopped at his belt. She unbuckled his belt and then pulled his zipper down. Pulling his pants apart, she put her hand down on his prick. It
“I am telling you I saw some excitement in her eyes,” Hope said. “What if I could get her interested in our arrangement?”
She definitely felt a stirring in his short then.
“Are you crazy, Hope?”
“You mean you wouldn’t like to fuck her,” Hope said.
He sat up on the chair and spilled his beer. He looked pale and shocked.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
“Lean back,” she said.
He leaned back and she put her hand on his cock again. He was half hard. She moved her fingers up and down his prick. She thumbed her fingers over where his fat cock head pressed against his shorts.
“You can’t fuck her as Amy, but maybe we could convince her to be someone else. Someone like Candy.”
“She’ll never go for it,” Thad said.
“But his cock was hard and she knew the thought interested him. She pulled his shorts away from his prick and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She started a steady, but gentle up and down motion. His cock grew harder in her fingers.
“Yes, you would like to fuck her, wouldn’t you, you devil,” Hope whispered.
He groaned. Hope hadn’t really been sure of what she was doing until that moment. The thought of her husband fucking her best friend should have been disgusting. After all, she had come up with the idea of Candy to keep her husband from straying. But feeling how hard her husband’s cock was just from talking about it, she realized he would enjoy it. And if her husband was fucking both Candy and Amy, he might be so tired he’d never be able to stray.
It was an idea, and for some reason it excited her.
“Maybe you’ll fuck her in the ass,” Hope said.
He
groaned again and his prick spurted into her fingers. She kept stroking him until he stopped coming. His cream covered her fingers. She looked over at Amy’s home. She hadn’t realized but the sun had gone down and it had gotten dark. There were lights in Amy’s upper windows. She knew Amy could easily see her own back yard.
She wondered if she was right and that had been interest in Amy’s eyes.
Maybe Amy also needed a little more in her life.
6.
Hope spent the morning hours of the next day doing window shopping. At lunchtime she stopped at the Salad Festival restaurant at the mall. She sat down at a corner table. She ordered iced tea and one of their special fruit salads and looked up to see Amy sitting down.
“Are you following me?”
“I thought you might change into Candy and I wanted to see the metamorphosis.”
“Is that your only reason?”
Amy didn’t answer right away. She gave her order to a waiter and then spent a few minutes getting her iced tea just right, with some of the sugar packets on the table. Hope waited patiently. Finally, Amy had her tea just right and she looked up again. Her face was a little flushed.
“Well, maybe it wasn’t my only reason,” Amy said.
“You want to talk some more about Candy,” Hope said.
“I can’t understand Candy,” Amy admitted.
The tall brunette ran a hand through her long hair, and sipped at her tea.
“There’s nothing to understand,” Hope said. “I’ve explained it. Hope has to live by the rules. Candy doesn’t have any. She’s free to just enjoy herself.”
“It can’t be that easy,” Amy said.
“It’s exactly that easy with the right man,” Hope said.
“And Thad is the right man,” Amy said disbelievingly.
“He’s a good man, Amy,” Hope said. “Maybe he is a pig about some things as you said, but he’s a good man for me.”
“He tried to get into my panties once,” Amy said. “Before you two were dating.”
“I thought that be part of the reason you two didn’t like each other,” Hope said.