by W C AURORA
“You see someone you like? Just let Amy know the number and she’ll have her come over and keep you company,” John said.
Kate reviewed the line of girls for a moment. All of them were young and gorgeous and vulnerable, but none of them primed Kate’s appetite. They weren’t like full grown women, they were youthful and naïve. To her, they weren’t sexy, they were just scared little girls. “Maybe number ten, no wait,” Kate said, unsure of her choice.
As she continued looking, one of the girls returned to her stool. Number six. It was the young girl that gave an older man a lap dance. The one that spoke to Kate with her eyes. She had short, dark hair and bright green eyes that radiated light. She had small tits but her skin was smooth and flawless, so was her pussy. Kate wanted her bad.
“Number six, definitely,” Kate said.
“Okay. I’ll be right back,” Amy said.
A loud moan came from across the room. The red head began to squirm with pleasure as the blonde used both the vibrator and her mouth on the red head’s pussy. The men watched intently, waiting for her climax. One of them stood up next to the bed and laid a wad of cash on the pillow. He said something to the red head but Kate was unable to hear. The red head nodded at him and the man unzipped his pants and put his erect cock next to her. She tugged on it as the blonde continued to work on her.
“Isn’t that prostitution?” Kate asked John.
He smirked and Kate blushed with embarrassment, quickly realizing how prudish of a question it was.
“No, the girls do it voluntarily. The money is just a tip for being able to see them nude,” John said, and smiled.
Number six approached the table. She ran her blue fingernails through her short dark hair and chewed gum with an open mouth. She placed her hands on her hip and leaned to one side. “I charge fifty per song, seventy-five if you want to touch me, other than that, it’s hands off,” she said. She wore a purple tank top with spaghetti straps and material thin enough that you could see the red bra she wore underneath. Her skirt was black and so short that her white panties were visible even when she stood straight up. There was an attitude about her that Kate liked. She was a little spitfire that would make her dad proud as a little girl, but infuriate him once she was old enough to strip.
“Don’t worry about it honey, I’ll take care of you. Just be sure Kate here has a good time,” John said to number six.
“Okay,” she said, and flashed a bright smile. She put her hand on Kate’s shoulder and sat on her lap. Glitter blinked on her chest in the pale blue light above them. She was light as a feather and perky everywhere with long thin legs that were like silk.
“I know why men like the younger ones now,” Kate said to John.
“She’s new here,” John said, “but the customers love her. What’s your name honey?” he asked her.
Number six opened her mouth to speak, but Kate put a single finger over her lips before she could say anything. “I don’t want to know. I’d rather it be a mystery,” she said.
The same devious smile from earlier appeared on her face once again. She leaned in close to Kate’s ear, and Kate looked directly down her shirt, “Whatever you want baby,” she whispered, and Kate giggled at how much those words turned her on. Number six had switched into pleasure mode, and Kate was nervous as to whether or not she would be able to handle it.
Number six turned in Kate’s lap, using her surprisingly plump ass as a top, and put her legs over Kate’s shoulder. She leaned back until the palms of her hands touched the floor and let Kate take a good look down her skirt. Kate sat there stiff with her arms at her side, like the soon-to-be groom at a bachelor party that was forced into a lap dance he didn’t want.
“She’s got cute feet doesn’t she?” John asked.
“Excuse me?” Kate said.
“Her feet. Don’t you just want to put them in your mouth?”
It was then that Kate realized Number six was barefoot. “Yes, they’re nice,” she said.
“She’s smart. Lots of guys have foot fetishes. She’s the only one that walks around barefoot. That’s why she gets so much business.”
Number six stood in front of Kate and slowly removed her tank top, revealing her narrow waist, then her cute belly button and tight stomach. Then the red lace bra that hid her small perky tits. She let it fall to the floor then lifted her skirt before sitting on Kate’s lap again. She used her plump ass to grind on Kate’s pussy. Once again, Kate wondered what it would be like to have a dick. She wanted to know how it would feel to have a dick to put between Number six’s ass cheeks. Number six’s dainty hands softly touched Kate’s and their fingers intertwined. She lifted Kate’s hands to her breasts. Kate instinctively began to massage them. They were different from Ashley’s. There wasn’t as much to hold on to, but they were fun to handle, like fun size candy. She felt her nipples harden and Kate’s responded the same way. “Am I hot enough for you?” Number six asked.
“My nipples are as hard as yours,” Kate said.
“Really,” she said and turned to feel Kate’s breasts. She massaged them until they could cut glass. “Oh geeze,” Kate said.
Kate started to feel vulnerable. The only girl that had ever turned Kate on was Ashley, but this tiny girl was something different. She wasn’t sexy in the same way as Ashley. She was sexy because she was dirty and loved to please everyone. Her small body laid across Kate’s lap and she lifted her legs straight up into the air as she removed her skirt to reveal her white cotton panties, similar to the kind a little girl wears. She stood over Kate and bent over in front of her. She turned her head to make eye contact with Kate, and Kate fell under her spell. “Can you take my panties off for me?” she said with a single finger in her mouth. Her ass was nice and round like natural cushions. Kate touched the curves on her hips and felt her velvet skin. She slowly pulled the panties down the girl’s legs. First she saw the crown of her ass. Then her full crack. Then she saw the girl’s bare clit. “Thank you,” Number six said, and turned to straddle Kate. She removed her bra and showed off two small but firm mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were dark and small and pointed straight out. Kate smelled the faint smell of sweat on the girl’s chest as she leaned in and nibbled on Kate’s neck. “Oh my little girl. You’re too much,” Kate said.
“Do I make you happy?” she asked.
“I bet you make a lot of people happy.”
Kate opened her eyes and saw John watching. His pants were unzipped and he had his hand on his cock, slowly stroking it as he watched the two women play with each other. She grabbed Number six firmly by the waist and grinded pussies with her. Number six began panting, “Oh shit, now you’re making me horny,” she said in between breaths.
“Do you like dick or pussy?” Kate asked her.
The girl shrugged, “depends on what’s available,” she said and the two of them laughed a little.
“You want to fuck him for me?” Kate said to her and motioned to John with her head
“For you? Anything.”
They turned and looked at John. Number six knelt in front of him and began to pull off his pants. “What’s going on?” he asked, a little confused. “It’s okay, she requested it,” Number six said. John leaned back with only his shirt on. His dick stood straight up and Kate was impressed with its size. “I’m a little jealous,” she said. Number six put his hard dick in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on it a few times. John leaned back and enjoyed this service. “I think that’s hard enough,” Number six said, then squatted over John’s dick in the reverse cowgirl position. She bounced up and down slowly, pausing occasionally to move her pelvis in a circle with John‘s dick buried deep inside her pussy. She rubbed her tits as she did this. “You’re a dirty girl aren’t you?” Kate asked.
“Of course,” Number six said.
“I knew you were the best one here.”
Kate leaned back on the couch and began rubbing her clit. She was wet and wanted to orgasm quickly. She took off her pan
ties and watched Johns face as Number six worked hard on him. She started bouncing up and down quickly like she was made of rubber. John’s face began to turn red.
Kate slid her fingers in and out of her pussy while rubbing her clit with the other. She draped her leg over the back of the couch to open herself up. She was relaxed at the moment, but the intensity of the orgasm was coming. She started with one finger, then two then three until she was using her entire hand in and out quickly. Moisture ran down her wrist and she gritted her teeth. It was coming hard and she leaned back with her eyes closed, panting. And while she did this, she completely forgot she was in a public place, with lots of men that could see her.
Something lightly touched her on the chest. She opened her eyes and was surprised to find a dollar bill laying between her tits that had become exposed by the movement of her arms. An audience had gathered around to watch Number six and John have sex, and Kate masturbate next to them. They tossed money at Kate and it landed on her legs, chest, stomach and on her pussy. I guess I’ll give them a show, Kate thought and began moving her hand faster in and out of her pussy. She moaned without inhibition and caught John’s attention. He watched her along with the rest of the men. Soon it was raining money and some of the men began jerking off around her. They’re really loving this, Kate continued thinking. It was a game to her. She wanted to get all of them off. The problem was, she might get there first. “Oh fuck!” she yelled as she felt the orgasm coming. She leaned up on her elbows and began jamming her hand inside of herself. Her face was hot and she breathed heavily. Some of the men began to cheer. She spread her legs as far apart as she could and used one hand to move in and out of her pussy while the other rubbed quickly on her clit, until she exploded.
“Fuck meeee!” she yelled.
Number six and John watched in amazement, and John couldn’t hold on anymore. “Oh shit, get off me,” he shouted and pushed Number six off onto the floor. He turned and shot cum onto the couch, some of it landing on Kate’s feet.
It was suddenly hot and Kate took of her dress and laid on the couch completely nude. The room cheered and they emptied their wallets onto Kate’s body. “I’m sorry honey. Are you okay?” John asked Number Six over the loud audience.
“I’m fine,” she said, and brushed her knees as she stood up.
“I’ll make it up to you,” John said.
Blood dripped from Number six’s knee and Kate watched her wipe it away with her hand. She felt awful. This tiny innocent girl that did nothing but please people had been treated unfairly. Was that the way John would treat her if she invited him to the threesome? She was no longer interested in him. Not after hurting Number six. Money laid all around her and she gathered it into a pile, “You can have this honey,” she said to Number six, “you’ve earned it.”
“Oh thanks,” Number six said, smiling all of a sudden. She put her clothes back on and collected the money. She kissed Kate on the cheek before leaving, “Come back soon, it was fun,” she said.
“You should get a job here,” John said to Kate, “You’d make a fortune.”
“I think I’ve had enough fun for now,” Kate said, and put her panties back on.
“Well listen. I haven’t met anyone like you. You should give me a call sometime,” John said, and handed Kate his business card. She turned it over in her hand and thought about John and his nice dick. But she couldn’t overlook how he treated Number six.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Kate said.
She dressed herself and stepped outside. She was relaxed and giddy about her experience. She wondered if Ashley was having the same kind of luck. She called her phone but there was no answer. There was no telling what she was doing.
What Ashley Was Doing.
When Ashley walked into the bar, she attracted no attention. All of the men were occupied by their beer and the baseball postseason that aired on the hundreds of televisions aligning the wall. This may be harder than I imagined, Ashley thought to herself, then jumped in surprise at the sudden cheers and jeers from the crowd as one of the teams took the lead after a two run homer. She was surrounded by high fives and drinks that were raised to the air and rained down in little drops that spilled from the glasses.
A short blonde waitress walked by with an empty tray and happened to notice Ashley ducking her head to prevent being unintentionally elbowed. “Can I get you something sweetie?” she asked with a smile.
“Are there any tables available?” Ashley asked.
“All of our tables are full, but follow me, I can get you a spot at the bar.”
Ashley followed her and watched her toned little ass as she walked confidently through the crowd. Her long blond hair bounced up and down and her body was tight all around with tits that were a little too big for her slender frame. She was clearly an athlete, maybe a runner with tan skin that was from the sun and not a can. She had a tramp stamp of an angel, which Ashley knew from experience meant she was a little hellion that got whatever she wanted.
Every seat at the bar was occupied by tall semi-athletic looking men wearing baseball caps and jerseys of the team they supported. The waitress stepped between two of the men and placed a hand on their shoulders. “Which one of you fellas is going to be a gentleman and let this pretty young lady have a seat?” she said. Every man within earshot turned to look at Ashley and immediately created a path for her to the bar. Suddenly there were four open seats and eight eyes for Ashley. “A girl could get used to this,” she said playfully as she took a seat.
“So what will it be?” the waitress asked.
“How about a round of shots for me and my boys,” Ashley said enthusiastically, and the men showed agreement with a hearty “yeah.”
Here we go, Ashley thought, play ball.
She was a wine drinker most of her life, ever since she was seventeen. Hard liquor was new to her, the only time she was really into shots or cocktails was a short lived love affair with vodka in college, and she forgot how big of a role it played in her sex life. But after only a few rounds of whiskey, she felt its effects, and soon the men were feeling her. While most of them had left at the conclusion of the game, a small crowd gathered around Ashley and watched her inhibitions disappear with every ounce of fire water that was consumed. She laid across the bar and the athletic waitress filled her belly button with rum, and one by one the men came by and sucked it from her naval. She giggled with delight and inch by inch her dress was lifted up her body. Her black lace panties were exposed and a few of the guys would bravely rub her vagina as they used their tongues on her stomach. It tickled on both parts and she laughed girlishly, in a way that made everyone smile.
“Why don’t you take that dress off sweetie?” the athlete asked and began pulling on it before Ashley could even answer. Soon it was off and sprawled across the bar. Ashley sat on the bar in her black bra and panty combo and every man in the bar took out his phone to take a picture.
“You guys don’t mind?” Ashley asked the athlete.
“Of course not, we’re making all kinds of tips because of you.”
“Well in that case, let me help.”
Ashley put a shot between her tits and raised her arms in the air, “Okay, everyone listen,” she said, “let’s make a little money for these ladies. How much are you willing to pay to take this shot?”
“I’ll give twenty,” someone said immediately.
“Twenty-five,” another said, and the bidding was on. It continued until the final bid of fifty dollars, to a man in the middle of the crowd. He walked up to her and buried his face in her cleavage. He inhaled her perfume before wrapping his mouth around the shot glass and tilting his head back.
“Thank you,” he said, and Ashley gave him a peck on the cheek. She handed the fifty dollar bill to the waitress who thanked her. “Give me one more shot,” she said, “I’m starting to feel sober again. We can’t have that.”
The next shot would be her last of the night. Her head felt light, but the rest of her body w
as heavy, and all she wanted to do was lay down. “Sorry boys, it was fun, but I have to get going,” she said.
The men groaned and gathered their things. Within minutes most of them left with the exception of a few sitting in the corner. Ashley sat at the bar by herself. She put her dress back on “How much do I owe?” she asked the athlete.
“You actually only owe for the first round. You really had those guys going. They paid for everything after that.”
“Oh good,” Ashley began, but then realized that her purse was not where she left it.
“Do you see my bag? It’s a little black one,” she said.
The athlete checked behind the bar and searched the floor and the nearby tables, but the bag had mysteriously vanished. “Oh shit,” she said, “You don’t think someone stole it do you?”
“I don’t know. When did you last see it?”
“I guess I had it up until they started doing shots off of me.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about your tab. I’ll just comp it for you,” the athlete said.
“Thanks, but that’s not the only problem. My phone and car keys were in there too. I don’t know how to get home now.”
The athlete looked at her for a moment and opened her mouth slightly as though she was about to say something, but then she sighed the thought away.
“What?” Ashley asked.
The athlete set a glass down and leaned forward on the bar. “You see that guy over there in the corner. He was the one that bought the shot from you, the one you stuck between your boobs. He’s one of the regulars. He’s been known to pay for, you know, favors.”
“Oh really,” Ashley said.
The athlete nodded then went back to cleaning glass ware. She placed a glass of wine in front of Ashley, “It’s on the house,” she said.
Ashley sipped from the wine and gazed across the room at the man. He was by himself and sat quietly watching highlights from the game on the TV nearest to him. He wasn’t bad looking really. He had brown hair and was fairly thin. The only down side was, he was kind of short, but that was something that she could overlook.