by Mia Madison
The car would be towed to a nearby garage in the morning. It was a nice enough car, a generic black Altima, that laid low and unassuming. Having dealt with jealous dancers, I knew the sugar in the tank wouldn’t completely destroy the car if we moved quickly. Fresh tires, a tune up, and a fuel tank cleaning were needed to restore the car to its glory.
Times like this, I wish I’d hired an assistant manager. I’d run this club by myself for about five years, and I was becoming battle weary with it. I needed to leverage the strip club, or do something different.
Talking with some trusted financial advisors, it was time to roll the profits into another business.
I was neither Democrat nor Republican. I was a businessman. I wasn’t against paying taxes, but I did want to pay myself and my business more than I wanted to cut generous checks to our tax system.
My eyes were on a simple opportunity. Something that might compliment what I had at the current club. I just wasn’t sure what that was yet.
My mind wandered to purchasing another club. Another owner in the business decided he’d had enough and was ready to get out of the business. I was thinking about it. It fit the criteria as a complementing business.
My current club was more run of the mill and basic, this one held upscale clientele and refined standards. By principal alone, it would bring in more revenue with less of the shit I deal with at the current club. I could probably bring some of the more elegant dancers there.
Locking the doors, I didn’t bother to turn on the light. I’d come home in the middle of the night long enough to know my way around the house without actually seeing where I was headed.
I made my way to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes, and stripped out of my slacks. I hated slacks, but I wanted to revamp my image, so these were the first to go. Next, the shirt.
When I was finally down to my briefs, I crawled into bed. A soft paw scratched at my thumb.
“Hey Black,” I murmured. Black was my tuxedo cat. He was quiet and laid back, but always made sure to greet me no matter what time I came home. I gave him a loving pat, which satisfied him enough to move over to his side of the bed.
Silence comforted me. I was way too tired to turn on anything. As the quiet hum of the fan whirred above, I thought about everything that happened today. The spat with Lena and Trixie. My having to suspend Lena. Bumping into Blair on the way to the car. And taking her home.
I never took girls home. And when I did, I never left with blue balls.
Blair was different. Everything about this was different. I didn’t take her home to score. I was taking her to protect her from the dangers of whatever threat followed the vandalism on Trixie’s car.
And blue balls? I couldn’t help it. The girl was fucking sexy, and it was that all-American, sweet yet sensible energy about her that was running wild throughout my thoughts.
She didn’t throw herself at me, flirt with me, or take advantage of my generosity. It was hard enough getting her to accept my chivalry.
It was too late to wonder about her in the respectable way a man should. My thoughts slid up that blue sweatsuit she wore, and my cock began demanding answers only my imagination could answer.
Feeling my nature rise, I shoved my hand down my briefs, and got a handful of cock. It continued to thicken, the shaft swelling to life as thick veins began to pronounce themselves under the texture of my fingers.
Stretching my legs wide on the bed as I lay on my back, I allowed vile thoughts to fill my head. Images of Blair twerking her cute little ass for me, then twisting her head to make those thick brown locks fly. As she danced and gyrated, she’d slide on to my lap, swirling those hips slow and sensuously like Jessica Alba in Sin City.
I fantasized about lifting her bikini top, or pulling those triangles to the side, exposing those perfect B-cup breasts. They were perfectly shaped, without sag, and had gorgeous sienna colored bee stings for nipples.
Squeezing the base of my turgid cock, I groan lewdly as I suck those pretty titties. Blair of my dreams moans wildly as she continues her lap dance, writhing in delight as her damp crotch starts to saturate mine.
Unable to take anymore, Blair pushes away and slide to her knees, begging to get a taste of my thick cockmeat.
“Please let me suck it,” she says. “I haven’t sucked anyone in such a long, long time. I’m craving the taste of you…”
Her innocent eyes darken with lust. She’s writhing and pouting like she’s going to cry if I can’t give her the permission she needs to take all nine inches of me deep into her mouth.
I groan and push my hips forward. “Go ahead and take it, babydoll.”
She slides forward, engulfing my length, sucking passionately on the shaft and head. Swirling her tongue in the tip of my piss slit, she’s moaning at the taste of my pre-cum, which is bubbling out of me as I relax into every stroke of her oral massage.
“Fuck, baby. Taste all that cock… I’m going to feed you as much of it as you’d like.”
Blair sucks me dutifully, erotically, as if her only job on Earth is to make me cum down her throat. We hold eye contact when I cum, thick ropes of cum pushing past her tonsils and way down her throat.
“Fuuuuuuck.” Hot seed ripped from my shaft. It spilled over the head and slid over my fingers as I released my nut. My balls churned and jerked, squeezing themselves with hard pulses as if they needed to empty the warehouse. My toes curled, all except for the big toes, which pointed straight ahead as I shuddered through to the end.
I passed out before I could even think to wipe myself.
I hadn’t bust a nut like that in forever. This girl was going to give me a heart attack without touching me.
10
Blair
Three knocks at the door woke me up. “Come in,” I groaned, eyes still shut. I heard the turn of the doorknob, and then Trixie’s footsteps as she walked in to check on me.
“Girl, you’re still sleeping?” She asked. “Do you have any idea what time it is.”
“Mmmhm.” I curled up against my pillow even tighter. I’d been floating in and out, enjoying the magic of Cloud 9 before she jumped into my atmosphere.
Last night was one of the craziest nights of my life. And one of the dreamiest.
Lena and Trixie were still on my mind, as was the damage to Trixie’s car, but Cam headlined my thoughts. He managed to make me feel safe and protected, not once, not twice, but three times in one night.
Cuddling up in bed and pretending the pillow is your boss was so wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to feel safely ensconced in the fantasy of his masculine vibes some more, even if it were all in my head. Doing so made me feel tender and feminine.
“Well we have to go get my car today,” she said. “I’m already missing a class due to this. I’m not missing out on work tonight.”
I groaned. The same feelings I had about the club last night intensified by the morning. I was done with that club.
Aside of getting the car, I had no plans on going back there ever again. There was just too much going on. Hostility between Trixie and Lena. Last night’s destruction to her car. I took Lena’s threats seriously; at some point, I knew this would escalate to a full on physical attack.
And then, things were made even more complicated with Cam. The entire club watched him carry my stuff inside and escort me to his office. Everyone also watched him personally escort us home with security. Rumors would run rampant tonight thanks to jealous, nosy eyes and ears.
Before I could respond, my phone vibrated.
It’s Cam. Car will be ready tomorrow. Will reimburse you and Trixie for Uber to work tonight and get you both home safely with security after shifts.
Speak of the devil.
“That was Cam. He said the car would be ready tomorrow and that he’ll pay for our Ubers.”
“Tomorrow?” Her expression was perplexed. “What’s he doing to my car?” She crossed her arms as she looked at me. “And while we’re at it, you sneaky bitch, ho
w long have you two been fucking? How come I haven’t known?!”
“I have no idea.” I shrugged. “And we’re not fucking. We’ve never done anything. Last night was the first night he’d even spoken to me really.”
“How so?”
“He made me wait in the office while you were in the VIP. He noticed I was sneaking out before the end of my shift. When I explained that you were my ride, he softened up. He was just being a gentleman, or something.”
Trixie looked at me as if I were full of shit. But she should have known better. I never felt the need to lie about anything, especially when it came to men.
“He seems awfully gentlemanly when it comes to you.” She teased, “Might want to watch out for your locker. You know all those jealous bitches at work are going to start coming for you.”
“Arghhhh!” I slapped my hand to my forehead. “We’re supposed to be looking for another club to work at, remember?”
“We can’t do that when you have classes today.”
“I can miss class three times. I haven’t missed one yet. It can wait.”
“We can’t skip classes. What if you get sick?”
I shrugged. “It’s pottery.”
“You’re stripping to pay for pottery classes?” Trixie’s disbelief was evident.
“I needed something creative. Regular classes bore me.” I always liked artistic endeavors and working with my hands. It was a welcome distraction.
“I guess…” Her voice trailed off as she redirected her thoughts. “Well, if you’re really going to push us to look for another studio, now’s the time. I don’t know how much it’s going to cost me to dance off the work Cam’s having done on my car. I don’t want you to end up as his love slave for it.”
“Love slave?”
“Yes,” she giggled. “Dancing for him, twerking for him, and riding his cock on demand on account of me.”
“Ugh!” I growled. “You are soooo nasty sometimes.”
“Don’t believe me. Just watch.”
Cam didn’t seem like the type, but as I’ve learned when it comes to sex, you can’t put anything past anybody. We all have these dark and secret needs that come out when we think nobody’s watching.
In full honesty, the idea of riding Cam’s cock on demand made my pussy pulse to life. I hadn’t had sex in a long time, and my body was beginning to pine for it.
“I don’t have time for your nasty thoughts, you slut.” I tossed a pillow at her, and slid my legs from the bed to the ground. It was late enough in the day. I’d end up missing class myself, but that didn’t mean I needed to stay in bed.
We hit the town and drove around. A few clubs allowed us to audition, but we didn’t commit to anything immediately. We wanted to look at our options.
Several clubs weren’t doing auditions that day, so we had to come back. We were on our way home, when Trixie looked at an ad for one last one.
“This one promises to an elegant experience.” She held up the ad. “Elegant means more money, and less ratchet shit.”
Perfect. That meant no sugar in my tank, and no crazy chicks threatening to slice our faces.
“How far is it?”
“It’s not far from the house, but it’s definitely about an hour’s drive from here.”
I shrugged. “Call them and see if they’re doing auditions.”
11
Blair
The Venus Suite was located 15 miles south of the city. The area was a hidden jewel of affluence, so it came as no surprise that there would be an elegant club nestled in its suburban sprawl.
From the outside, it looked like an event hall. I’m sure it may have been in its pre-strip days. It looked every bit as posh and upscale as an event hall.
“Good afternoon, ladies.” A tall man greeted us when we walked in. He was black, and wore all black, but you could see he was chiseled from his square jawline to his legs, which held nice form in his uniform. He looked like head of security. “Do you have an appointment?”
“No, sir. We saw your ad and wanted to stop by to see if you were hiring. We’re interested in dancing.”
He looked us over. His chiseled features remained stoic as he assessed us. He remained poised and professional, giving us a visual inspection without lingering too long, licking his lips, or exuding a slimy vibe.
Nodding his head, he asked, “Have either of you danced before?”
“We’re currently dancing now.”
“Where?”
We told him the name of the club. He smirked, an inside joke secured behind his lips as he nodded.
“Your first club, huh?”
“How did you know?”
“Everyone cuts their teeth there.”
I wasn’t sure what to make of that statement.
“Come this way.” He extended his arm towards a dark hallway. I led the way. Trixie fell in line behind me.
We walked down the hallway, laid with dark chocolate flooring, and stopped at a door just before the end of the pathway.
The man knocked three times.
“Come in.” A voice said.
He opened the door, and gestured for us to enter. A slim guy sat behind a huge oak desk. He was in his forties and clean shaven. His glasses were short and rectangular, a perfect fit for his sharp face.
The office was attractive, lush with decor, but smaller than expected. High ceilings added drama and depth that the actual size didn’t have.
“Hello ladies. My name’s Alan, and I’m the club manager. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
We looked at the black guy, who crossed his arms and lifted his brows. “Go on. Tell him.”
“We came to dance.” I stepped forward, unsure of why my nerves were still jumping. “I’m Kitten, this is Trixie. We just wanted to know if you were auditioning.”
“How long you girls been dancing?”
“Several months.”
He nodded. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Trixie and I looked at each other. “Together?”
“Doesn’t matter.” He sat back in his cushy leather chair. “But I don’t have a lot of time. Someone needs to start dancing.”
“I’ll go first,” Trixie stepped forward. “Sit down, Kitten. I got this.”
Moving to a rhythm in her own head, I watched as Trixie slowly rolled her hips in wide circles. Her hands slowly rolled up her sides. They met at her neck, and parted. Her left hand slid up to her hair, releasing her ponytail. The right hand slid down her breast.
I heard a slight gasp from the gentleman behind the desk as she threw her head back, closed her eyes and parted her lips as if she were in the throws of passion.
“My…” I didn’t have to look at him to tell she’d already put him under a spell. Trixie had an immense level of talent. She could bewitch you without taking anything off. Getting topless was just icing on the cake.
Trixie continued her performance, bending over at the waist, allowing her long, luscious locks to spill over her head, and then whipping her head back for a wild, just fucked look.
I took mental notes to have Trixie give me some tips. I was an okay dancer, but I lacked her sensual magic.
She undulated and slid to the floor, resting on her haunches. She locked eyes with the gentleman behind the desk. He was nearly drooling from her performance at this point. She crossed her arms before hooking her fingers underneath her top, stripping it off slowly without breaking eye contact.
“That’s all you get.” She put an abrupt stop to the audition, communicating every intention to be judged based on what was provided.
“That’s all I needed to see.” The gentleman said, shaking his head in pleasant disbelief. “You’re smoking hot.”
Now it was my turn. All eyes shifted to me as I stood up and took center stage in the room, and the overriding thought in my head was that I should have gone first.
“Can you play some music?”
The gentleman clicked a button on his computer, and the brooding so
unds of The Weeknd’s “Wicked Games” filled the air.
Trixie gave me a wink. Dancing didn’t make me nervous. I’d grown used to it. I just didn’t have the sensual panache she did.
Rolling my hips slowly, then melting into undulations, I whipped my hair to the left, than right. Sinking my knees to the floor and spreading both hands out, I made it a point to flatten my chest to the ground and push my ass in the air, tottering delicately on my knees to accentuate the sex appeal in my arch.
The Weeknd’s croons were working their magic. I rolled my hips on all fours while rocking back and forth, and then lowering myself to push through on a body roll that landed on my back.
I was never the best dancer. I still held a few signature moves of my own.
I didn’t hold eye contact with the gentleman in the same manner that Trixie did. It wasn’t until after I completed a series of pelvic circles and a well-timed shoulder roll, that I whipped my hair erotically, and slid into a sexy child’s pose.
Then we locked eyes.
“Sweet fuck,” he murmured.
I kept my eyes on him as I crawled on all fours to him. I couldn’t just slide under the desk, so I slinked around it. There wasn’t any hiding that thick erection up close and personal.
The tent in his pants made my mouth water. There was something fulfilling about forcing men to have such primal sexual reactions. I could feel my clit engorge and purr as I advanced on him.
“Go head, Kitten!” Trixie encouraged.
Relaxing onto my haunches, I delicately eased my hands onto his thighs, just above his kneecaps. I leaned in, my face dangerously close to that tent in his pants. I closed my eyes, inhaled deeply and sighed audibly, as if I yearned for a taste of his cock, and then looked up at him with eyes full of need.
This was one of the biggest tricks in the book for me, giving a man the sense that his cock was the center of my existence, even if it were only for that very moment.