Mariah lowered her mouth to Rachel’s ear. “Honey, why don’t we go across the room and make this boy’s day? We could take turns wearing him out!” As she spoke, Mariah reached down and gently stroked Rachel’s breast through the thin cotton of her shirt. For a moment Rachel lost herself in the other woman’s scent and soft touch. She smelled of delicate flowers and baby powder.
“I can think of a few things I could do for you too,” Mariah murmured in Rachel’s ear.
Rachel pulled the other woman’s hand off her breast. “I don’t think so,” she said hoarsely.
“Pity, but suit yourself.” Mariah smiled cheerfully as she straightened. Now her breasts were back in Rachel’s face. Rachel wondered for just a moment what it would be like to suck those pretty nipples, but she pushed the thought away.
“I love your hair, honey, but I’d be willing to bet the carpet doesn’t match the drapes. Most guys like a shaved snatch anyway.” Mariah slipped a hand down the front of Rachel’s shorts before she could stop her. The blonde’s fingers met crisp curls and paused before they could reach the wetness of Rachel’s slit.
“Yep, you’ll have to shave that.” Mariah bounced up as Rachel sputtered, searching unsuccessfully for words to protest. “You got an outfit to wear tonight?”
“No, I’ve got a bikini maybe…” Rachel’s words trailed off as she struggled to forget the other woman’s fingers that had just tickled her pubic hair.
Scott stared wide-eyed, having seen Mariah’s hand dart down Rachel’s shorts.
“Meet me out back at the end of my shift. I’ve got a couple old outfits that may work. I’ve got to get back out front. Good luck tonight.” Mariah blew them a kiss as she swayed her ass to the door.
Rachel and Scott stared at each other without saying a word.
Chapter Four
Scott and Rachel had to push their way through the crowd when they returned a few hours later, and Rachel felt her knees grow weak.
“I’m going to need another shot,” she whispered.
“Remember what I said: if you can’t do it, we’ll get on the phone and call everyone we know. Surely we can get enough money wired to us to pay for the radiator.” Scott looked at her with anxious eyes. “I don’t want you to be scarred for life. I’m really proud of you; I never thought you could go through with it.”
“I can do it. This really is turning out to be quite an adventure,” Rachel said with a nervous laugh.
“Relax; you’ll never be here again,” Scott scanned the crowd.
Rachel had returned to the room and showered. She’d taken extra time and shaved her pussy bare. At first, the feeling of the soft skin beneath her fingers had given her a little thrill, but now the reality of the situation made her tremble. She’d carefully fixed her hair and makeup to look extra slutty and disguise her appearance. Her own mother wouldn’t have recognized her, thank God.
Scott had returned holding a bag from Mariah. He set it on the bed and began pulling a few scraps of fabric out, laying each carefully on the bed.
“You know, Mariah had an interesting idea for later…” He stopped when he saw Rachel’s glare.
“Don’t even think about it.”
They considered each garment in turn. Rachel discarded the filmy white negligee immediately—it left nothing at all to the imagination. The red lace bra and panties made her feel like a porn star, and she rejected them just as quickly. Instead, the black business suit drew her eye. The skirt was slit higher on the thigh than anything Rachel would have worn outside this place, but the low-cut jacket gave her a sense of being safely covered, if only for a moment. Mariah had also thoughtfully provided black platform heels.
“I can work with this,” Rachel mused.
“I know, get your glasses.” Scott looked excited. “We’ll do the sexy businesswoman look.”
Rachel grabbed the reading glasses she kept in her purse and gathered the clothes as she headed for the bathroom.
“Why so shy? I’m going to see it all later anyway.” Scott’s smirk was back in full force. Standing there in his jeans and tight T-shirt, he looked unbelievably sexy, but Rachel’s rising nerves spoiled the view.
“Don’t you dare enjoy this! You just stay back until I need you, and don’t you dare laugh.” Rachel chewed on a nail and looked back to Scott. “What am I going to wear under this?”
Scott grinned. “Don’t you have sexy underwear?”
In fact, Rachel had one black thong. That combined with a simple black bra would have to do. Standing in her costume for the night, Rachel now wondered if it was sexy enough. She wore the glasses and had put her hair up in a loose arrangement on top of her head. She had thought she could pass for a slutty receptionist at an office somewhere.
They waited in line behind a dozen other girls. Some of them were pasty and chubby, but there were others whom even Rachel had to admit looked as sexy as hell.
“What name are you going to use?” Scott asked.
Rachel hadn’t even considered that question, but there was no way in hell she was using her real name. “I don’t know, but we don’t have long to decide.”
“What’s that rule for porn names? The names of your childhood pet and the street you grew up on?”
Rachel pondered for a moment. “Let’s see…Butch, and Canyon Dr.”
“Butch Canyon? You’ve got to be kidding.” Scott rubbed his face. “I’ll think of something.”
Scott signed her in when it was their turn. A large, sweaty man looked at the form.
“Welcome, Miss Hart. My name is Earl Colby, and this is my bar. We’ll get things started here in a minute. In the meantime, you can use the ladies’ dressing room if you need it.”
As soon as they were out of earshot, Rachel grabbed Scott’s arm.
“What name did you use?”
“Candy Hart.”
“Candy Hart? God, that’s corny.” Rachel laughed, which broke the rising tide of anxiety for a moment.
“I think it’s a pretty good stripper name. Now let’s get you that shot.”
“Make it two.”
Rachel downed two shots of some flavored liqueur Scott bought her, which was twice as much as she’d ever had in one sitting. In short order she felt the warming glow of liquid courage flowing through her. She excused herself to use the bathroom and check her outfit one last time, following a few of the girls into the dressing room.
After a quick pee, she stood in front of the lighted mirror. Around her were girls in every state of undress. Appraising the asses and breasts displayed, she decided she couldn’t win on looks alone; she would have to win on attitude.
Rachel studied her stripper heels and the cheap suit she was wearing. Soon it would all be coming off in front of a room full of strangers and Scott. Yes, Scott would see her naked on full display. The thought sent a quick shiver of excitement through her. Maybe it was the booze thinking for her, but she hoped Scott would think she was sexy. Then would come the lap dance, and she would give that boy the best lap dance of his life. The thought of her nude body writhing against his, even though he would be fully clothed, made her heart beat a little faster. Her nipples hardened, and she sensed a new pressure between her legs.
It seemed as if she had been alternating between panic and horniness for the whole trip. There was a voice in the back of her mind telling her she didn’t have to do this, but she was surprised to find she wanted to get on that stage. This was the first real adventure of her life, the first time she had stepped outside her comfort zone, and her heart pounded with excitement. She was scared shitless too, but excited nonetheless. She determined right then that she would go out there and blow Scott’s socks off. The rest of the men would just be along for the ride.
Earl’s voice boomed from the stage as he announced the first girl. Rachel, now fully immersed in her new alter-ego, Candy, waited impatiently for her turn. She watched the girls hit the stage one by one. Some tottered on unfamiliar heels and swayed awkwardly to the music, an
d one fled in tears before she took off any clothes. The men generously cheered them all.
“Gentlemen, please welcome our next contestant, Miss Candy Hart, all the way from Tulsa, Oklahoma. Give her a big round of applause!”
As the men cheered, Rachel stepped to the stage. She wondered briefly why Scott had chosen Tulsa as a fictional hometown, but the thought fled in the face of her returning fear. Surely she wasn’t about to strip naked in front of a roomful of horny men.
As she took to the stage, she saw Scott almost hidden in the dim, smoky light at the edge of the crowd. They locked eyes, and Rachel decided to tune out everyone else and perform just for him. A driving rock song from a generation ago pounded from the speakers. Rachel swayed with the music for a moment and shut her eyes. She let her hands drift up and down her body, pausing at the collar of the suit, her fingertips caressing her chest. Offstage the men begin to whistle and hoot.
She pushed the noises from her mind and concentrated on the music. She had never been one for dance clubs, but now she let the music flow through her and tried to remember what she had seen other girls do. As the tempo of the music picked up, she opened her eyes and saw Scott. A sly smile crossed her face, and she began to strut around the stage.
She saw other faces, smiling and leering as they looked up at her. She felt a curious rush as she understood that she held them all in the palm of her hand. At this moment she was sex personified, and every man wanted her. Letting her fingers find the top button of the jacket, she popped it free. With one hand she grabbed the pole in the center of the stage and let herself swing around it. She spun free and let another button loose as she swiveled her hips in time to the music. She still wore her glasses, but now she whipped them off and dropped them to the stage. This seemed to excite the crowd more than unbuttoning her jacket.
Rachel knew the men would be glimpsing her bra-covered breasts as she danced. Turning to the pole, she glanced over her shoulder as she undid the last button of her jacket. Then she turned back to the crowd, holding the jacket together with mock shyness. The men went wild as she teased them by slowly opening it before suddenly pulling it off and dropping it to the stage.
She took a moment to strut across the stage, energized by the catcalls and whistles that bathed her. She stopped dead center and looked for the zipper on the side of the skirt. As she placed her fingers on it, she paused and looked as many men directly in the eye as she could. She caught a glimpse of Scott staring openmouthed as she pulled the zipper down. The skirt collapsed at her feet, and with a kick she was free.
Rachel stood, clad only in a black bra and thong. She searched the eyes of the men and discovered she wanted to be naked; she wanted all these eyes on her. She had never felt sexy before, not even in the midst of fucking, but this was something more—this was absolute freedom. Reaching behind her to the hooks of the bra, she remembered something she had seen in some movie or TV show long in the past. As the hooks released, she palmed the cups and leaned forward. The hard buds of her nipples pushed against her hands, even through the fabric.
Leaning forward, Rachel let the shoulder straps fall from her shoulders. When she stood only her hands kept the bra over her mounds. After a dramatic pause, she released her hands. The bra fell to her feet as her breasts came free. As she pinched the nipples between her fingers and tugged, she found Scott’s eyes and held them.
Outstretched hands waved money at her. Just as she had seen Mariah do, she paused at each hand, pulling the side of the thong away from her hip. Rough hands tucked the money in. Some tried to reach for the front of the thong, but she playfully swatted the hands back and wagged a finger to scold them. After making the circuit, she gathered the cash and dropped it with her clothes.
This was the big moment; soon the song would be over. The few minutes had seemed both an eternity and an instant. Could she really do this? Could she reveal her heated sex to the room? She took a deep breath and smiled, then pulled the hairpins from the back of her head and shook her hair free. Red waves tumbled past her shoulders. She retreated to the pole and took another swing around. The song built to its close as she ran her hands down her body and slipped her thumbs into the sides of the thong; her moment was here.
She took her time and bent from the waist, locking eyes with Scott. The lustful anticipation was worth more than the money. As the thong hit the floor, the crowd went wild. She pulled one foot free and then the other and stood.
She was naked.
Her body was on display for the room.
Scott’s gaze was locked not on her body, but on her face. She ran her hands up the insides of her thighs as she moved her feet shoulder-width apart. If they wanted a look, she was going to give them a good one. As the song ended she felt a new throbbing, not from the music but between her legs. She knew if she put her fingers between her legs now, they would find moisture gathering.
“Let’s give it up for Candy Hart!” Earl the owner’s voice boomed from the speaker as the crowd roared its approval.
Rachel gathered her clothes in front of her and stepped off the stage into the arms of Scott. His strong grip pulled her into his chest.
“That was amazing!” He had to almost yell into her ear to be heard above the crowd. She smiled up at him and hurried back to the dressing room, where she slipped on the thong and bra and waited for the next part of the contest.
A chair was placed on the stage, and one by one the girls were brought out to give the required lap dance. A raven-haired girl practically rode her man like a cowgirl, jumping up and down on his lap until the poor guy actually winced. The crowd roared with laughter. A blonde leaned backward and drove her ass against the guy until he had to bend over to leave the stage to hide his erection. As she watched, an idea blossomed for Rachel, and she pulled her lips into an almost evil smile.
The announcer called for Candy Hart, and Rachel strode through the crowd like a woman on a mission. She found Scott near the stage and took his hand. As she sat him down, she was surprised to see he was blushing.
“I think we’ve finally found something that embarrasses you.” Rachel pushed him back into the chair.
“Let’s get this over with,” Scott mouthed over the noise. Rachel only smiled in response.
As the music came up, Rachel moved behind the chair. She pulled his head back between her breasts and smiled down at him. Pushing him forward, she ran her hands down that muscled chest she had admired so long. She let her hands linger as she stepped in front of him. By the rules of the contest, he had to keep his hands on the seat; he couldn’t touch her.
She kicked his legs apart, gripped his hair in her hands, and forced his face up to hers. She smiled wickedly; this was going to be her chance to torture him a little. Putting her forehead to his, she let her hair drape them both.
“I’m going to have a little fun here,” she warned him.
“Oh God,” he moaned.
She ran her hands down his chest and grabbed the front of his jeans, pulling him lower until he was almost lying in the chair. Standing between his legs, she unfastened her bra, their eyes locked together. Then she threw the garment aside and cupped her tits in her hand. Scott couldn’t keep his eyes off her as she swayed to the music. She turned to face away from him as she slid her thong down her legs and bent at the waist, showing him her freshly shaven pussy, the lips now swollen with need.
As she turned to face him again, she noticed the growing bulge in his jeans. Rachel put her hands on his knees and started to walk them up his body. She moved slowly, staring at his face until her body lay on his. Then she slid herself up and down, pressing her bare pussy against his crotch, and reveled in the hardness pushing against the fabric. Her pussy throbbed insistently, and her thoughts clouded as desire danced through every corner of her mind.
Rachel wanted to rip those jeans off and mount him then and there, in the sight of every man and woman in the room. At that moment, she felt she could teach all of them a thing or two about raw, animal fucking
. Instead, she reached down and gave that stiffening bulge a playful squeeze and felt Scott jump beneath her.
The song ended, yanking Rachel back to reality. Scott looked as if he was in ecstasy and agony at the same time. While she put a slightly damp thong back on, he struggled to subtly adjust the front of his pants, a gesture not lost on the crowd. Men and women roared alike.
The rest of the lap dances passed in a blur as Rachel sought to recover her composure. Her body hummed with need, and she could think of nothing but her naked body on top of Scott. Finally, Earl lined the girls up across the stage and asked for audience reaction as he called out each name. When he called out Candy Hart, the crowd was deafening in its approval.
Scott and Rachel embraced after Earl handed them ten crisp fifty-dollar bills.
Rachel pressed her lips close beside Scott’s ear. “We won; now take me home and fuck me!”
Chapter Five
Rachel and Scott tumbled through the doorway to their room locked in a frantic kiss, their hands roaming each other’s body. As the door closed behind them, Rachel shoved Scott hard against the wall. She grabbed his hair and pulled him down for a greedy kiss. Their tongues danced and dueled in each other’s mouths. Scott reached down to grab Rachel’s ass and pull her hard against his crotch, where she could feel him erect against her.
She dropped to her knees and fumbled with his jeans while Scott hurriedly pulled off his shirt. Rachel hooked her fingers into his pants and pulled them and his briefs down at once. A gasp escaped her as his thick, rigid cock fell in front of her face.
“God, I want your dick,” she whispered and looked into his eyes as she took it in her hands.
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