Very Bad Girls

by Lauren Chase

  Private Dancer

  Another night at the same shitty, run down bar. Three sets of dances on feet stuck to the beer-soaked floor and avoiding dirty groping hands of the customers. Ashley sighed as she began the walk to the bus stop a block away. When she first started taking belly dance lessons, she thought it would be fun and glamorous. She'd been inspired by the movements and the music and the romance if it all. Her clearly natural talent for the art form put visions of exotic locations and adulation filled her head. She certainly didn’t think she would end up here, dancing a few nights a week in a half-empty bar, barely above the level of a stripper and working as a waitress during the day to pay her bills. Her career was going nowhere. She kept her pace quick along the sidewalk, only intermittently lit by street lamps. This part of town wasn’t exactly the safest place but she hadn’t had a problem so far. As long as you stuck to the lights and looked like you knew where you were going.

  A car rolled slowly along the street, slowing as it came even with her. The dark tinted window rolled down to reveal the driver. She recognized him immediately from the bar—his designer suit and leather oxfords had been out of place.

  “Ashley Smith? I’ve got an offer for you.” His voice was cultured and well educated. She crossed her arms over her chest with a scowl, pulling her coat tighter around her, not sure exactly how he knew her name.

  “I’m not that kind of girl mister,” she growled.

  He shook his head, a tight smile on his face. “That’s not what I meant. My boss is looking for an entertainer for a party next week and your teacher highly recommended you. You can get in and I can give you a ride back to your place and explain, or you can stand there on the sidewalk and we can talk through the window.” Though part of her screamed that the second option was far safer, the idea of getting a ride instead of having to wait twenty minutes for the bus was incredibly appealing to her aching feet and exhausted mind. After a moment’s hesitation, she pulled open the door and slid into the deep leather seat. The driver pulled back out into the lane.

  “Where am I taking you?” She gave him directions to her apartment complex and set her bag between her feet, trying to relax.

  “So what’s the deal with this party?”

  “It will be a small affair, only Mr. Johnson and a few of his closest friends. You will be handsomely compensated, if you are willing to take on the job.”

  “Well what’s the catch? You just want me to dance?” She asked, curious despite herself. He gave her a sidelong glance as they came to a red light.

  “Primarily. Mr. Johnson and his friends may require other services, helping with drinks and such. If you perform well, they have many contacts in high places. We have heard you are very good, and I can say that you are quite…eye catching. I expect you will meet their requirements.” His eyes raked over her form, framed in her thin winter coat. They pulled into the apartment complex and pulled into a parking space. She bit her lip—she had half an idea about what these ‘other services’ might be and was disgusted, but thoughts of her overdue rent and pile of bills gave her pause.

  “How much?” She finally asked. He pulled a small, folded slip of paper from his breast pocket and offered it to her. She unfolded it and sucked in a quick breath at the amount. She could pay off everything and get a cheap car, and still have money left over.

  “What is this guy, a millionaire?”

  “Billionaire actually.” The driver corrected her simply. Ashley just stared at him, then slid the paper into her pocket.

  “I think I need to sleep on this.” She reached for the door handle but he leaned over the center console and grabbed the door to keep her from opening it, staring into her dark brown eyes.

  “Mr. Johnson is also willing to give a small, additional payment prior to services if you are willing to prove you are capable of services beyond dancing. The payment will go up if he is provided with a good report of your abilities.” He pulled another folded piece of paper out of his breast pocket. She unfolded it and bit the inside of her lip hard to keep from making any noise. It was a check for more money than she’d ever had in her bank account at one time. All of the righteous indignation that was threatening to explode at the suggestion she'd be willing to do "whatever" for money dissipated and dollar signs danced behind her eyes.

  She swallowed her nervousness and tucked the check into her pocket quickly. His smile grew and she pushed open her door, pausing before she closed it.

  “Why don’t we discuss this further in my apartment?” He followed her into the building, up two flights of stairs to her small apartment. She fumbled with the key as he stood behind her, close enough that she swore she could feel his breath on her neck. Finally the lock gave and she pushed the door wide, beckoning him in. She shed her coat and hung it on the hook by the door as she closed it behind her. He glanced around the sparse living room and aged kitchen, sliding his suit jacket off his shoulders and draping it neatly over the back of a chair.

  “I’m sorry, I just realized that you know my name but I never asked yours.” She crossed her arms nervously as she moved into the living room, following his gaze to her half closed bedroom door.

  “James.” He smiled and she relaxed slightly, reminding herself of the check in the pocket of her coat. She’d changed out of her gauzy belly dancing costume before leaving the bar and into jeans, but she hadn’t bothered to change the top since she had been wearing her coat. The stiff emerald green bodice pushed her breasts up prominently, and bared the smooth, toned planes of her stomach. Her honey golden skin was uniformly tan, achieved only by hours of sprawling naked on the roof in sun.

  He stepped close to her, brushing one hand through the waves of raven dark hair that spilled around her shoulders. His other hand pressed against her stomach and she shivered as his palm slid over her skin, curling around her side and resting just above her hip. He lowered his head, lips just brushing against the edge of her ear.

  “Remember Ashley, I’ll be reporting back to Mr. Johnson about your performance. He takes my opinion very seriously.” She nodded slightly and with some hesitation she put her hands on him, running around the waistband of his pants. He sighed and she caught the edge of his tucked in shirt, pulling it up so she could press her hands to the pair skin underneath, pushing her body close to his. The tiny bells on the fringe of her bodice chimed with the movement, quickly muffled against his chest as she rubbed herself against him, pressing full lips against his neck just above the collar of his shirt.

  One of her hands slipped out from under her shirt and caught his tie. Pretend it’s a performance, she though, and she let a slow, seductive smile curl her lips as she led him to the bedroom. She dropped down onto her knees and slowly undid his belt, then caught the zipper pull between her teeth and carefully drew it down, watching him from beneath her thick, dark eyelashes. She pulled his slacks down and nuzzled against the slowly growing bulge in his boxers, her nails grazing against his skin just beneath the elastic waistband before she slowly slid them down, freeing his erection.

  His hands were busy above her, unbuttoning his shirt enough that he could pull it over his head, leaving him standing naked above her. Her lips kissed slowly along his shaft until she reached her goal, ever so tenderly drawing his balls into her mouth. It drew a load moan from the man above her as she licked and suckled on his jewels, grazing her teeth gently over the tender skin as his shaft bobbed above her, brushing against her soft raven hair and leaving beads of pre caught in the strands.

  She drew away from his sac and licked a long line up the underside of his shaft to the head. Her lips pressed softly against the tip and she slowly let them part around the wide, flared head as she took only the very end of his cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly, each time sucking a little more of his hard meat into her mouth. He groaned above her, his hips jerking slightly as her hands fondled his testicles, not leaving them neglected after the ministrations of her mouth.

  Ashley sank down on his shaft until
it brushed the back of her throat, pulling up slightly to take a breath and steady herself before she pushed back down, welcoming his shaft into her throat until her nose pressed into his wiry bush and she could smell his musk and need. She pulled off of his shaft and pressed her hands against his thighs, pushing him back towards the bed while she stood. Her hands pressed down on his shoulders until he was seated on the edge of her bed and she stepped back.

  Her hips gyrated as she danced, hips cocking as she slowly popped the button on her jeans and eased the zipper down, then turned her back on him and let him watch her ass sway seductively as she slid her jeans down her hips to show the emerald green lace boy shorts underneath that matched her bodice. She put a knee on the bed on either side of him, straddling his lap as she reached back to unhook her bodice, sliding it off so her breasts hung full in his face, her dark nipples hardened from the excitement of seduction. She gasped when his hand thrust between her legs, brushing hard over her clit and feeling the soaked crotch of her panties.

  “So wet.” He murmured. Her tanned face flushed with embarrassment and she started to move away from him. His hands were suddenly like iron on her hips, tugging the crotch of her panties aside and pushing her down on his hard rod. She cried out at the sudden violation, back arching as his hot mouth found one of her dark nipples, catching it between his teeth as he suckled and nipped the sensitive nub. Soon she hardly needed his hands grabbing her ass, helping to guide her as she bounced on his thick meat. She reached up to her free breast, caressing it with her long, manicured nails, pinching and twisting her nipple as she pressed her other breast into his mouth eagerly.

  Her cunt clenched tightly around him as she came and he picked up his pace, thrusting into her as the moaned and writhed in the clutches of her own pleasure, a low groan escaping him when he finally pulled her hard down into his lap and released his hot jizz into her. He held onto her for a moment, panting and regaining his breath. She moaned as he lifted her off of his cock and let her collapse onto the bed, standing to dress. Ashley stayed on the bed, watching him out of the corner of her eye. She was unwilling to meet his eyes, simply stood to follow him to the door. He patted her head lightly as they reached the front door.

  “You can expect a significant increase from our first offer, you are quite capable. I will be here to pick you up Friday morning at ten. Pack an overnight bag, I’ll bring you back on Saturday afternoon.” Then he left and she locked the door behind him. She took a deep breath, and started back to her room to take a shower. Then she stopped and checked the pocket of her coat, pulling out the check to make sure she hadn’t imagined it. There it was, in her name, signed. She put it in her bedside drawer, already envisioning the new clothes and costumes she could buy with just a portion of it. At least she would be well dressed for whatever this party brought.

  *

  Ashley spent the week relaxing and shopping. She treated her best friend to lunch at one of the places they’d passed a hundred times but never stopped because it was too expensive. She spent hours deciding on what kind of costume she should take and finally picked two, wanting to be able to change if one of them wasn’t acceptable. Finally Friday came, and she could honestly say she was excited, though a little shiver of trepidation worked its way up her spine at the thought of what might be asked of her. She got dressed three times, unsure of what to wear. Her costume was in a bag, but she couldn't wear the ratty yoga pants and t-shirt she usually pulled in thoughtlessly to go to the bar. She ended up in a creamy off-white top that made her tanned skin glow and a pencil skirt she'd bought once for a real job interview. After adding a pair of mid-height pumps she looked professional and confident, even if she didn't feel like that. Impatience gnawed at her as she waited for James to arrive to take her to the mysterious Mr. Johnson’s party.

  Finally he arrived and she grabbed her overnight bag and trotted down the stairs, sliding into the passenger seat with a brilliant smile. He returned her smile, though with a certain amount of knowing smugness that made her hesitate, then blush slightly as he turned his eyes back to the road. They drove out of the city and into the rolling hills around it, meandering along a narrow country road. She dozed off as they drove, waking only when she felt a warm hand brushing up her thigh. She shivered and forced herself to wakefulness. James eyes were on the road, but one of his hands had slid onto her leg now that they were on a long, empty stretch of road.

  “Um, how much farther is it?” She asked, trying to distract him. Her breath hitched slightly as his hand brushed higher, pushing her skirt up, flashing her nude thong that did nothing to guard her smooth waxed cunt.

  “About twenty minutes more.” He said as though he didn’t notice his own hand kneading her thigh and brushing over her sex. She bit her lip and reached to push his hand away, but the hard glance he shot her still her protest. “Mr. Johnson was very pleased with my report last week. I wouldn’t want to have to tell him anything bad about how you behaved on the ride up here.”

  Biting her lip she looked away, taking a deep, shuddering breath as she crossed her arms under her breasts. His fingers continued to press and play, pushing underneath her thong and rubbing over her clit until she gave a muffled gasp, her legs spreading involuntarily. As his fingers worked her slight she could hide her growing arousal, her breasts rising with each quick breath, her eyes closed as she leaned her forehead against the cool glass of the tinted window. His fingers slipped in the wetness of her pussy, drilling in and out until she shuddered in silent orgasm, muffling her noises of pleasure by covering her mouth, not wanting him to hear how much she enjoyed his forceful ministrations. He pulled his hand away and licked his fingers clean. She quickly brushed her skirt down to cover herself as the car turned onto a long gravel drive through a set of wide wrought iron gates.

  There were no other cars parked in front of the huge mansion set back in the trees. She stared as James led her up the sweeping staircase to the double doors and then inside the marble floored foyer. He took her on a brief tour, showing her the dining room and parlor where she would be performing. Ever room was floored in hard exotic woods or marble, then covered by plush Persian rugs. Beautiful paintings hung on the walls and sculptures were tastefully showcased in niches in the walls.

  Finally he led her up the grand staircase to the second floor, showing her a massive room with a huge four poster bed done up in navy sheets. There was a bay window with a window seat that looked out over the tree covered grounds, and she could see another car pulling up the gravel drive. The attached bathroom was all white marble and brushed steel fixtures with towels softer than anything she’d felt in her life.

  “You’ll want to get ready now.” James said from the door. “The guests are arriving and you’ll be expected at six. I’ll have the maid bring a meal up to your room.” Then he shut the door behind him. She wandered around the room for another few minutes, taking everything in, then dumped her bag out on the bed, hanging up the black and scarlet costume she'd just bought, pausing to run her hands over the gauzy fabric, so much nicer than her usual stuff. She stripped out of her skirt and top and then wiggled out of her still damp thong. Her nipples were still hard from James attention in the car.

  Pausing a moment she brushed her fingers over her nipples, moaning softly as she kneaded her sensitive breasts, feeling the heat building between her legs. Reluctantly she stopped touching herself, glancing at the clock by the bed. She had two hours before she was expected, and suddenly she was starving. She slipped into the shower, rinsing herself clean of the smell of sex and car leather. By the time she stepped out with one of the plush towels wrapped around her, the maid had apparently come and gone because there was a tray resting on the table by the window. Sliding into the window seat, she pulled off the metal cover. It was a grilled chicken salad with blueberries and walnuts, filling enough but light enough that it wouldn’t bother her to be dancing in a few hours.

  After she ate, she quickly slid the red lace panties that matched her costume
up her legs. Then the gauzy silk skirt, so low on her hips that it was a wonder they stayed up. The scarf in the same deep red wrapped around her entire body, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her legs, bare midriff and ample cleavage in the tiny sparkly black bra top. The gold coins dangling from the bottom brushed against her skin with a musical whisper. A thin gold chain wrapped around her trim waist, dangling a red crystal in front of her naval. She finished the costume off with belled bangles on her wrists and ankles.

  Ashley had just finished lining her eyes with smoky black when a soft knock came at her door. Quickly she opened it, smiling as she recognized James. His eyes swept over her, drinking in her trim, feminine curves and the way the scarlet of her costume played up her rich golden tanned skin.

  “Perfect. Come right this way.” She followed him down a different staircase, this one narrow and out of the way, until they came to the dining room. It was empty for the moment, but from the door to the smoking room came a low murmur of voices. They fell quiet as she entered, letting her gaze sweep over them as she tilted her chin down coyly, a small smile curving her full lips. Then the music started and she began to dance.

  She could feel their eyes on her as she danced, body moving in sinful sensuality to the exotic melody of the music. The bells and coins chimed a soft counterpoint, accenting each movement, every sharp shake of her hips and gesture of her graceful hands. Ashley remembered James suggestion of her performing extra services and a thrill of fear settled into her stomach at the sight of all eight of these men, each old enough to be her father and reeking of wealth.

  “Strip!” A voice called out, and the call was taken up quickly by the other men. She flashed a bright smile to hide her nervousness as she hadn't expected things to move so quickly, but after a few deep breaths she slowly slid her hands down her body to where the scarf was knotted around her hips. She turned as she unwound it so it fluttered around her, hearing the appreciative murmur from the crowd at the musical accent to her first lost garment. The music had changed slightly, the beat heavier. Her heartbeat seemed to match it, throbbing in her chest. Warmth gathered between her legs and she could feel a little dampness slicking the inside of her thighs.