TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE

by R. Richard

  Another little trick is the personal message. When I sell any of my fetish clothing in conjunction with a fuck or a blow job, I sign it with a personal message. I started out using pretty much just the one personal message. However, I now have five more, ‘spontaneous’ personal messages I can use if the occasion demands.

  I can now dance as well as most of the girls at The Pussycat Lounge. In fact, I can dance better than most of the girls. I know this last is true, as I have been promoted to the stripper corps.

  Not all of the girls at The Pussycat Lounge are allowed to strip. If a girl wants to strip she has to pass Desiree‘s dancing evaluation. She also has to pass Desiree’s stripping evaluation. Even if a girl can dance well enough, she has to be able to get out of her clothes with some style and grace. Many of the girls who try to strip think that all they have to do is dump their laundry and they are strippers. That's, however, not what The Pussycat Lounge thinks and Desiree enforces the policy.

  Before I got to The Pussycat Lounge, the strippers almost all stripped from baby doll nighties or from bra and panties. If I want to earn the big bucks, I have to come up with something different and better than what the other girls are using.

  One day I was shopping and I ran across a really fancy silk lady suit that had been ruined. There was an ugly stain on the back of the coat that wasn't coming out. It would cost too much to replace the back as there's a lot of tailoring involved. However, the estimate of cost was for a suit that a lady would wear to work or to a social occasion. If the coat was to be used as part of a strip act, it didn't have to be so perfect. I got a new back for the suit on the cheap, but good enough so that the patch job isn't apparent to the customers as I dance.

  I dance my way onto the stage. I'm dressed in the kind of lady suit the little pampered Princess I used to be might have worn, including a string of fake pearls. I look classy and out of place on a strip bar stage, which is just the way I want it.

  I dance just enough that the cruder customers start cat calls at the way overdressed girl dancing on the stage.

  I then flash the coat open to show I have only a French bra on under the coat! The cat calls stop. The guys are watching a genuine pampered Princess forced to reveal herself on the stage, or maybe she's a nymphomaniac, who knows?

  I work through the first song with no more than an occasional flash of my tits to the customers. The tit show is way less than they usually get from a stripper. However, the idea I have planted in the minds of the customers is that it's not a stripper they're watching, but a for real virgin Princess!

  At the start of the second song, I take off the jacket but keep covering the nipples of my French bra supported tits with my hands like an embarrassed virgin Princess might. First the customers see my nipples, and then they don't. Forget the fact that nearly all of the customers have seen me dance nude before. This isn't Nocturne, this is Nocturne’s virgin little sister! Or so the customers have convinced themselves.

  During the second song, I gradually become more confident and spend more time with my nipples exposed. Thus, I'm able to flash my skirt from time to time to not quite fully reveal my pussy or maybe my panties, which is it? (If you wonder how it could matter pussy or panties to a customer who had already seen my shaved smooth pussy many times, you need to be here and see for yourself, Big Boy!)

  Just at the end of the second song, I lift my skirt high in front can-can style. It turns out that I'm wearing panties! (What a tease.) I then remove my skirt and begin the third song.

  The virgin Princess is now embarrassed. She has revealed herself to be the kind of girl who wears a sexy French bra under her so-proper lady suit. And she also wears a pair of tiny lace, thong panties. But, will she be brave enough to remove the panties?

  Since I'm dancing at a strip bar, the answer is obviously yes. However, there are a lot of customers who are moving their hands inside their pants pockets as they watch to see exactly what will happen. (They ain’t jingling change out there sports fans!)

  As the virgin Princess gets bolder through the third song, she flashes the panties, really quickly. You can see just a flash of the Nocturne pussy that The Pussycat Lounge customers have come to know and love! However, it can’t be Nocturne. No, it must be her virgin little sister. What a turn on to see what nobody probably ever saw before!

  The Pussycat lounge uses three song sets for its dancers. However, Nocturne is using a four song set here.

  At the beginning of the fourth song, Nocturne’s virgin little sister removes her panties, but she's too shy to just show off her shaved pussy. She therefore dances for a bit with first one hand, then the other hand over her pussy, because the little virgin Princess is too embarrassed to really show her pussy in front of all the men in the audience.

  However, toward the end of the fourth song, the little virgin Princess gets carried away. She does the same kind of raunchy, open pussy dance her big sister Nocturne is famous for. Of course, it's not just the same dance, because this is the shy little virgin Princess. The crowd loves it and they're going nuts out there!

  At the end of the fourth song, I have to dance back out on stage five times because the customers are about to tear the house down!

  When I finally get off the stage for the last time, I have four guys who have paid for a back room fuck. Actually I have a lot more than four, but four is my nightly limit. The demand is so high that there are several near fist fights for the right to rape the shy little virgin on her first night!

  When I finally get off the stage and down the corridor to a back room, there's a guy waiting who's so worked up I figure I may be able to jack him off and save the wear and tear of a fuck. However, he has paid for a nylon fuck and he's damn well going to get my nylons.

  I do what I can to work the guy up while removing my French bra. However, I can't see any way I'm going to get him to come except by using my pussy. Since the titty show is not gonna’ do the job, I kick off my shoes and jump onto the bed.

  The guy then removes his pants and under shorts and manages somehow to put on a condom, although his hands are trembling so badly I wonder how he gets it done. He then sort of leaps at me and I manage to catch him, more or less, before he stabs me to death with his hard cock. I grab the hard cock and shove it into my pussy before it can do harm elsewhere.

  The guy starts to pump so hard and so fast that I don’t really have to do much. By the time I wrap my nylon clad legs around him, he is about to come like an 18-year-old boy on his first fuck. In what has to be only a few seconds, he does come.

  I manage to fake a little orgasm scream and then roll the guy off me.

  The guy is ecstatic that he was the first barbarian to rape the Princess and also disgusted that he lasted so little time.

  I autograph my ripped and run nylons with the usual message, with a slight change: “For a stud who took EVERYTHING, Princess Nocturne!” Despite my literary eloquence, quick boy doesn't tip me. Oh well, you run across cheap bastards from time to time in this business.

  I then retreat down the back corridor to get another pair of nylons. I put on the new pair of nylons and then, from the dressing room, I talk to the Stage Manager. I tell him I'm ready to go again, since the first guy lasted only a few seconds.

  The Stage Manager tells me “The sooner the better. I got three guys waiting here with their cocks in their hands.” He also gives me the sign for a nylon fuck.

  I scamper back up the back corridor and around to the front corridor. I find the second guy waiting for me. He's in much the same condition as the first guy and, of course, it's another nylon fuck.

  I play the same game. I do everything I can with my French bra and I think maybe the guy shoots cum in his drawers. However, he's still looking like ready to go. I kick off my shoes and jump on the bed.

  The guy drops his drawers and puts on a condom. He then manages to get on the bed without it looking like he's jumping out of a second story window. He mounts me and puts his condom clad cock in my well lubed pu
ssy and we get started. At first he takes it slow and deep, but after I wrap my legs around him, he speeds up and he gets so excited that he comes fairly quickly. However, he does manage to pump what must be a world record amount of cum into the condom. I think it takes a dozen finishing strokes before he runs dry. He then dismounts and I get up off the bed. I put my shoes back on and wiggle my ass over to a chair.

  I remove my ripped and run nylons and once again I autograph with my new semi-virgin Princess message.

  I put my shoes back on and I'm getting ready to run back down the corridor when the woman who cleans the back rooms after a fuck arrives. She has new nylons, which I need, and a new garter belt and French bra, which I don't think I need. It turns out I do need the bra and garter belt, as some stud wants souvenirs. She also has some wet wipes which I can use in the room and save myself a trip up and down the corridor.

  I get myself cleaned up and dressed, if that's the word. Then the third guy walks into the room.

  The third guy is a brown guy. Apparently, he thinks he's going to have revenge on the white Princess for all of the wrongs ever visited on the brown people of the world.

  I tell him to calm down. I also back away from him, because I'm scared.

  He doesn't calm down and he keeps moving toward me with a really nasty look on his face. It looks like real trouble. However, Taffy appears and ushers him out, none too gently.

  The next guy is also a brown guy. He doesn't want revenge. He wants pussy. You got the money, I got the pussy!

  The guy has a big cock, but I have just had two fucks and I'm loosened up pretty good. I give him the big cock financial message.

  I then remove my new French bra with the usual titty show. The guy doesn't come and I kick off my shoes and then get on the bed.

  The guy gets on the bed and mounts me. He jams his big cock inside me and starts to work. His cock is so big that all I can think about is how it's filling me up! I'm like a little schoolgirl getting her first piece of ass. As he continues to pump, I do manage to get my legs wrapped around him, but I'm not really thrusting back. It's not too big a problem, because the guy is working like a steam drill!

  I'm moaning and sighing in his ear for real, although he probably thinks it's just an act. It's not an act, I can feel every bit of the inside of my pussy being worked and I'm so damn excited I can't think, only react.

  I finally reach a screaming orgasm that's so powerful that it drags him along with me and we finish together. I collapse and lay there as he pumps cum into his condom.

  We're both exhausted and lie there for a bit.

  I finally manage to stagger off the bed and shakily autograph the latest pair of ruined nylons. The message has another slight change: “For a lethal weapon stud who took EVERYTHING, Princess Nocturne!”

  I stagger back and kind of lay the nylons on the guy who's still lying on the bed.

  We do another cleaning cycle, this time with Taffy. The guy who fucked me isn't causing trouble, he's just so wasted that Taffy has to kind of help him up and then, after the guy gets dressed, kind of walk him out. The guy is saying that he can't believe the ride he just had. Hell, neither can I!

  The cleaning lady brings me a fresh set of nylons and I take a little extra time in putting them on to buy myself a little recovery time. However, I can't delay too long and I put my shoes back on and signal Taffy via the TV monitor that I'm ready again.

  The last guy for the night comes in. He's an older guy and has a problem.

  He gets it up and then down. Up again and then down.

  Seeing my chance, I attack with my mouth. I use my lips and tongue to bring the guy to full, quivering erection and then to ejaculation in my mouth and in my face.

  The guy would have fallen on his face, but he steadies himself with his hands on my shoulders. When I'm sure he's able to stand on his own, I get up and lead him to the bed.

  I realize that I still have my nylons and my French bra on. The old guy paid for a nylon fuck I sit and remove my nylons, giving him the view of his life.

  I then rip and run the nylons a bit and then write a special message. “For a rapist who took EVERYTHING, Princess Nocturne!”

  The old guy’s ego is protected and he lays a very nice tip on me! I then stagger down the back corridor to the dressing room. I get cleaned up, but I'm exhausted. I tell the Stage manager, “I have had it for tonight!”

  The Stage Manager tells me that I have to dance one more time.

  There's no way out except to dance. What I do is put on the lady suit over the usual stuff, with no panties. I dance out onto the stage and flash my red pussy a few times for the customers. I tell them in a very young voice, “Look what you did to your little girl!” A few steps around the stage until the customers have had a look and I go back to the dressing room and collapse.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Let’s Get Ready!

  AS TIME PASSES I continue to take dancing lessons from Judy and I learn to dance better. I also continue to learn to whore better. I don't really take lessons in whoring; I do it via the on the job training at The Pussycat Lounge. I may be in training, but I'm getting paid like an experienced professional!

  I'm making a ton of money out of The Pussycat Lounge. However, I want to make even more. Thus, I begin to analyze my business model.

  I'm getting the best tips of any girl in The Pussycat Lounge. I might be able to make a little more in tips, but only a little more. I have the highest fuck price of any girl in The Pussycat Lounge and I still get fucked more than any of the other girls. I might be able to get fucked more, but we get into a problem of endurance. Also, each time I get fucked, there's one less guy who has to wonder if I'm really worth the high price I get. I'm getting pretty close to limited out here.

  I talk to Desiree about the problem and she tells me that, just as I suspected, I will get fucked less as time goes on and finally I'll either have to cut my price or move on.

  Desiree then tells me, “The proper strategy here is for you to get more money per date.”

  I tell her, “I already get the highest price of any of the girls at any of the Pussycat Lounge locations. How much more will the customers pay?”

  Desiree tells me, “The Pussycat Lounge management sets your price, they're pretty good at that and you're getting all you can realistically get from walk in customers.” She then tells me, “The Pussycat Lounge also rents girls for private parties. The private party girls can get more for customer dates. In fact, the private party girls can get a lot more than the dancers here.”

  Suddenly I see the path to my financial future! I ask Desiree, “OK, how I get to be a private party girl?”

  To my surprise Desiree then asks me some questions that absolutely floor me. She wants to know how several local pro sports teams are doing and why?

  I tell her, “Desiree, I have absolutely zero interest in sports, pro or otherwise.”

  Desiree tells me, “The private party clients are often interested in sports. If Nocturne wants to sell her pussy for absolute top dollar, Nocturne better be able to talk sports to the guys.”

  I see the point. After work, I begin to study sports and a few other items. It's like being back in school again, except now I basically get paid to study and, instead of text books I mainly use the local newspapers.

  When I can convince Desiree that I have enough background knowledge, she schedules me for a private party. She also arranges for me to buy lunch for two of the private party ladies. I pay for the food and they give me information back that's worth more than gold to me.

  The Pussycat Lounge hires girls to dance or waitress. For private parties they hire ladies. The dancer girls at The Pussycat Lounge strip for the walk in customers. If the private party ladies strip, they strip for just one customer. The girls try to fuck several times a night. The ladies try to suck and/or fuck a CEO to one orgasm per party. The girls get hundreds per fuck. The ladies get thousands per fuck.

  Slowly, by asking a lot of questions, I fo
rm a picture in my mind of the action at a private party. The private party ladies I buy lunch for don't go out of their way to be helpful. However, I have some idea of what Nocturne needs to do to take advantage of what she'll encounter at a private party.

  The private party ladies think I'll dress like a whore and go to the private party. Of course, they're right. I'll have to dress like a whore for the private parties, since The Pussycat Lounge basically guarantees it. They also think that I'll mingle with the guests. Again, they're right to an extent. I'll have to mingle with the guests, or at least some of the guests. Then the ladies think a guest will select me as the lady he wants and take her to a bedroom and fuck her brains out. However, this last is right only if the lady is an empty-headed little bit of fluff. Such a girl will get herself selected by the customer.

  The key here is that Nocturne must select her customer, rather than let a customer select her. The customer I really want is the CEO. However, if I can get to the CEO, even if I strike out with the CEO, the guys around the CEO should be pretty high up in the company and I should do all right. The problem here is to identify the CEO. The private party ladies are, as you might imagine, no help at all as far as identifying the top company officers.