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This Story is about a young teenage girl named Sandra, who hears her Stepdad and Mother having sex late one night, and decides to Spy on them. Sneaky John has lain a trap, he knows she is watching, and decides she’s ready to do more than observe… whether she wants to or not…



DISCLAIMER: This story is a complete work of Imagination - All Characters, Incidents, and Places are Fictional. Including Anyone or Place with Similar Names, this Story is intended as Satire and for Adults Only; you must be 18 or over to read it. This part of my Story will be involving R(a)pe, B(e)stiality & Ped(o)philia, it will be Intensely Emotional. I do not condone any Forced Sexual Activity involving Young T(ee)nagers in real life. If you are offended, or disturbed by graphic depictions of sex with young girls… or any of the other Taboo activities that I'm going to be writing about in this story, then you should stop reading this Story Now!





--------- Chapter 13
What’s a few more months
when you’re having Fun….
January 11, 1991, Early Friday night
Little Rock, Arkansas




Her first Holidays on her own, had been hard on her, she was lonely, but happy also, she spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with Sally, a waitress from the club, who taught her some dance moves. New Year she spent working at the club, she made a weeks’ worth of tips in a night. She did her best not to think about what she was missing from not being with her relatives.

Also, during the past few months, Sandra had learned and experienced a lot; she was very popular with friends of the Clinton's. State Senators and House members, Mayors, Donors, Business Mogul’s, and other Governors frequently requested her for their private parties. She was so popular, that the other strippers were getting very jealous.

The parties, the tips, and the thrill of the stage soon went to Sandra’s head, she thought, she was pretty hot stuff. Kenzi Monroe…. that's the name she associated with the strip club, so that’s what she liked to call herself, when she had her personal fantasies, she’d had many after her first night on the stage.

“Monroe, take your panties off,” the men would chant in her mind, her eyes closed tight…. she would raise her hips, knees apart, and rub furiously at her clit, as she imagined herself on the pole, spinning around it, and then climbing to the top. She then would slowly spin back down, with her legs around the pole, her head down and arms waving, to the hard beat of rock music playing as the lights flashed….

She loved it, and hated it, she also knew what Jim wanted, and what was expected. She was to dance, and then fuck any VIP who paid for the privilege to be with her, she got a taste for it. Some men knew she was under(a)ge, and some didn’t…. Fuck the law, they would stick their dicks up her, and shoot their cum indiscriminately into her cunt regardless, and fuck the consequences of impregnation…. that was her problem.

It was that possibility that made her a horny little bitch surprisingly, to be fertilized, like a dizzy mare in a field, having a stallion's semen pumped into her, and then watching her belly swell. That sort of thought kept her breathless with desire, when she tried to sl(ee)p, her body quivering with the thoughts of men taking control of her petite body, and doing something like that.

Notice how I wrote “Men”, and not “Man”, plural…. yeah, how she wished…. she was fucked by many men some nights….

It would start sometimes with a group of men looking at her, talking about her, always about sex, they would want to fuck her, take turns with her…. then would come the price. She loved the thought of surrender, letting them do their thing, whatever it was. It was always something their wives/girlfriends won’t do, that way their aggression would come out, and their thrusting would be more aggressive, as they bore down on her naked body. For her, that was good sex….

She also got used to be being tied down, and made to do things that were abhorrent. How could a man enjoy a whore, if he couldn’t do what he wanted to do to them, Jim would tell her….


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It was Friday night, the club had just closed, and the dressing room was filled with the girls changing into their street clothes. She worked hard at the gym to keep herself in shape, and was always working on new dance routines, so it really bugged her, to see the other girls who were out of shape and didn’t know how the strut their stuff. She was kind of annoyed with some of the other girls, who didn't have a body or talent like her. Also, she had a slight touch of PMS that night, and felt a little bitchy…. she’d had her fill of the newer girls, who were complaining about their tips.

“You don’t get tips, because you’re a fat cow who can’t dance, Raven,” Sandra laughed.

The jovial talking in the room stopped, and all the girls looked from Raven, who stood stunned at her locker, and to Kenzi/Sandra siting at a dressing table. Then, the yelling started, but thankfully Scott and Alex were in the room, and stopped the fight before it could escalate any further.

“ALL RIGHT… All Right, you Bitches…. Shut Up, get your stuff and go home… NOW!” Alex yelled, as he held back Raven.

“This ain’t over, Cunt… I’ll cut you for that,” Raven screamed, as Alex pushed her out of the dressing room and on to the backdoor.

“Oooohh, I’m so scared…” Sandra yelled back, as she got up to leave. She could see some of the others talking amongst themselves, but paid no attention. Namely, Mandy, Caprice, and Poppy Harlow, who were the hottest strippers at the XTC Showgirl Club, until Sandra come along.

Then Mandy went over to her boyfriend, Scott, and whispered a few things to him, he nodded and said, “Yeah… Okay Mandy…” Then to the other girls he said, “Okay… okay, time to go… except for you, Kenzi. The rest of you… Get Out!” he yelled, as Alex helped him clear out the room.

Once the room was cleared of pissed off strippers, Scott walked up behind Kenzi, where she sat at a dressing table. He grasped her left shoulder, as he reached for her right arm, and pulled it behind the chair she sat in. “Alex… get the ball gag and the handcuffs from the security locker… this Bitch needs to learn a lesson.”

“NO…. NO… UUUrruuunnnggaaaa….” Sandra cried, as Scott held her, and Alex struggled to put the gag in her mouth.

Alex grabbed her by her hair, and slapped her face hard, “Stop struggling, Bitch, or I’ll use the chlor(o)form to knock your ass out.

“That’s not a bad idea, Alex… get it, knock her stupid ass out,” Scott grumbled.

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Sometime later, Sandra slowly came back around, within moments, she realized she was tied to the side of a bed, with a ball gag in her mouth. She was face down on it, with her arms pulled over her head, ropes were tied to her wrists, and stretched toward the opposite corners of the bed. Her knees were on the floor, being held apart by ropes around her thighs, also tied to opposite bedposts. She struggled to see who her captors were, she could see Scott, he was standing by the end of the bed, with a cock bulge in his jeans. Then Mandy walked up behind her, and said "You’re a very stupid, and conceded Bitch…. you’re so high and mighty, the choice of all the VIP’s… well that’s going to stop!”

Sandra tried screaming obscenities at her, but to no avail. She tried to follow Mandy with her eyes, as she walked around behind her, but lost sight of her halfway, then Sandra felt her skirt being raised.

“SMACK” Mandy slapped her ass hard.

“uuunnngggoo…” Sandra groaned, but it was muffled but the ball gag, she fought with everything she had, but the ropes were tied too well.

“SMACK” Mandy slapped her asscheek again - harder.

Tears were now streaming down Sandra face, but she refused to give in to her, she kept trying to scream through the gag.

“SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK… SMACK…”

Her face was now buried in the bedcovers. Scott untied the gag, and she lifted her head.

Mandy walked up to the side of the bed, and pointed a finger at her face, "No more noise or we'll gag you again."

Sandra knew she meant it.

Scott pulled her panties aside, and she fought the urge to yell again. "She's dripping wet! She gets off on being spanked," he laughed harshly.

"Are you going to stop being a bitch from now on?" Mandy laughed, as she glared at her.

"Yes… Yes, Please untie me." Sandra moaned.

"Oooohh No… you’re going to have to prove how nice you're going to be to us, and you can start by being a bitch for my dog, Titan, come here boy.”

Sandra started to tug and struggle when she heard a dog panting behind her. She looked up over her shoulder, and saw Mandy kneeling beside a Germen Shepherd, she had seen Mandy’s dog before, she held his bulging red-veiny cock in her hand.

"He’s going to fuck your bitch cunt" Mandy laughed.

"No Mandy… Please don't do this," Sandra whined.

"Yes, it’s going to happen…. you owe me, Bitch. You're so fucking full of yourself, and you think you're so much better than the rest of us! That’s Gonna Stop!” she harshly laughed, as she led the dog between Sandra’s spread thighs.

Sandra felt the hairs on his muzzle touch her butt, as his nose zeroed in on her dripping pussy. She turned her head back in panic, "Please make him stop." Sandra cried out.

"Ooohh, but I think he likes you." Scott sneered.

Suddenly Sandra felt his huge, rough tongue slide between her open thighs, and deep into her slit. Her butt wiggled when she felt this violation. But he kept licking and licking. Then he stopped, she was relieved until she felt his hairy weight on her back. Sandra could feel his powerful body thrusting forward, and soon felt his pointed cock poking at her thighs.

He was missing his mark and Sandra was glad. But then, Mandy reached between her legs and took Titans doggy cock, and run it up and down her soaking wet pussy lips, and she pressed the tip of his red throbbing cock against the entrance to her soaking cunt. He thrust in a little, and as soon as he realized he was inside, he thrust forward with enormous force. Sandra yelped at the sudden intrusion, and tried to block out the perversion of this act, by imagining it was a man. It was no use, she'd never had a man that fucked so hard, and as fast as this.

Sandra managed to look up, and saw Scott kneeling beside her on the bed, with his cock hanging out of his blue jeans, he was jacking on it.

Titan kept pummeling her pussy for a few minutes, and then she felt him tense up, and he just pushed forward with little strokes. The next thing Sandra felt, was the entrance of her vagina being stretched. She knew about dogs getting tied to each other, and realized that was going to happen to her. She sobbed, "Please stop… make him stop, please," over and over.

Sandra could hear her cunt squelching, and making sloppy wet noises, as Titan carried on rapidly fucking her, it was then she screamed out in searing pain! Titans knot was thrust inside her, it felt like she was going to faint, she now had all of his doggy cock inside her gaping cunt, cock and knot. Titan started panting and humping wildly.

Sandra opened her eyes, just as she heard Scott start to moan, “Ooohh Shit… that’s so nasty!”

She felt his thick scum spray all over her face, as her head bobbed up and down to the rhythm of Titans thrusts. Then he forced his seeping cock into her mouth, and made her suck his cum off his cock. She licked and sucked, feeling so much like a slutty whore, being fucked by a dog, while sucking on Scott’s cock. She swallowed all of the cum still seeping from his pisshole, just as she felt her orgasm quickening. Scott's flaccid cock flopped from her mouth, as his cum dribbled down her chin.

As his knot grew, the pressure on her clitoris increased. That and his continued rocking in and out, drove her body to a powerful orgasm. Her face contorted with the mixture of pain and pleasure, as her body shivered, and her pussy convulsed with waves of climax, “Oooohh My God…. Fuck… I’m Coming!” she cried, as she cumming all over Titans huge cock.

Suddenly Sandra saw a flash of light, and another. Mandy was taking Polaroid snapshots of her being fucked by her dog.

An instant later, Sandra could feel him spurting his doggy cum inside her, he was panting in her ear and growling. Her sensitive cunt contacted, and throbbed around his doggy cock, she could swear that she felt his cum spray into her womb, it felt so deep and hot. Breathless, she panted and moaned, her face was blushed and her body sweaty, her small tits jiggled and swung beneath her, slapping together with each of Titans thrusts!

Mandy took several pictures of her dog hunched over Sandra’s back, while the dog's enormous cock pulsed inside of Sandra. Titan had slowed down, and was now getting restless, he turned on her back and got off her, trying his best to pull out of her, but his knot was still deep inside her aching-red swollen cunt.

His pulling and tugging made her cry in pain, “UUUUUnnnngggOOOOHH… FUCK, AAAnnnggHHHHAAA!”

"You’ll have to stay like that until his cock softens," Mandy laughed.

Sandra was stuck on the bed, hands and knees tied, with Titan’s bum pressed to hers, as he whined and tried pulling out again. She just cried and sobbed, with Titan’s cock still locked inside her. At least he wasn't pounding into her anymore.

As the pictures developed, Mandy held them up in front of Sandra’s face; one by one. She couldn't see them very well, for the tears she had in her eyes, but Mandy described what she saw in each one. Her descriptions only made her cry harder, as Mandy used the word 'Bitch' at every opportunity. Next, Mandy handed a few snapshots to Scott, and kept the rest for herself. Mandy looked down at Sandra and laughed, "You won't need a picture to remember this. It'll be burned into your memory forever."

Finally, the swelling in his penis went down, and Titan pulled it out of her with a loud ‘Pop’ sound. As soon as his cock was out, her panties slipped over her abused slit, catching the flood of dog cum, that rushed out of her stretched hole. Now her panties were completely soaked, and the spent cum started running down the insides of her thighs.

As Mandy untied her, she said, "I hope your attitude toward the rest of us is going to be better from now on. We wouldn't want anyone to find out that you enjoy fucking dogs so much, now would we?"

Sandra hung her head in shame, and shook it back and forth.

"From now on, I Own You, and you'll do whatever I say, won't you?"

Sandra looked up to protest, but saw her holding up one of the pictures. She whispered, "Yes…"

"I didn't hear you." Mandy said in a condescending tone. Scott just laughed.

"Yes… I'll do whatever you say, Mandy." Sandra said a little louder.


*******


Sandra was back in the strip club again on Saturday, she was early for her shift… she just couldn’t quit, she had already learned that, she needed a plan to get away….

Maybe it was just her imagination, but it seemed like everyone knew what Mandy had done to her. She had a hard time concentrating on the dance moves for her first dance of the night. Then, when she saw Raven come in for her shift, she apologized for what she had said, she also offered to workout with her and show her some dance moves. Raven accepted her apology with a sly smile on her face….

After that, she felt better and made it through the night alright. Until Mandy stepped up to her locker at closing time, "So Kenzi… would you like to stay the night at my place?"

"Oooohh…. aaaahhh…. I'm really tired, uuum, Sally is giving me a ride home, then I’m just going to crash."

"Let me rephrase that…. come home with me," she sternly said, as she made a motion with her hands, by her face like she was taking a picture.

Sandra’s heart sank, "Aaaahh, yeah, okay Mandy…. aaahh, is anyone else is going to be there?"

"Just you and me... and Titan." Mandy giggled wickedly.

"Please…. No…." Sandra softly groaned.

"You know better than to say that" Mandy quipped.

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When they got to Mandy’s home, she got Kenzi a beer, and told her to follow her up to her room. Once they were in her room, Mandy closed the door, and then she said “Kenzi, I want to show you how well Titan is trained….”

She made him sit, shake hands, roll over, speak, and then she had him play dead. She left him lying on his back, and said, "You know, he gets awfully frustrated… not having any way to relieve his pent-up sexual energy, but I think you could help him."

"How…?" Sandra softly said with trepidation.

"Come over here, by me." Mandy said, as she crouched down next to her dog.

Sandra walked over to her, knowing what was coming, but with no way out of the situation, she did as she was told.

"Come on…. down here." Mandy seductively said.

Sandra knelt beside them, her stomach quivering and her body tingling.

"He likes to have his belly rubbed. Go ahead…." Mandy coaxed. Sandra reached out, she gently touched his belly and rubbed his thick coat.

"Rub him lower…." Mandy whispered.

Sandra stroked his belly lower, carefully avoiding the hairy sheath.

"Touch it, Kenzi… you know you want to"

Sandra brushed her fingertips lightly against the throbbing sheath.

"Rub his cock through it…. make him hard."

Sandra spread her fingers gently around it, then curled them slightly and began stroking it. She could feel the thin hard shaft throb inside, as she slid the sheath up and down the length of his doggy cock. It got a little bigger, and the pointed tip stuck out of the sheath. She watched the tip appear on each down stroke, then vanish on each up stroke, and Titan started making little grunting noises. His cock was growing larger now - thicker and longer, also a little bit of fluid was oozing out of the tip. Sandra stared at it, amazed by the spectacle of it.

Sandra was so engrossed in what she was doing, that she was startled by Mandy's voice. "Suck it, Kenzi… you know you want to."

Tears began welling up in Sandra’s eyes, as she shook her head 'No.'

"Don’t you remember the pictures…. I’ll show them to all the girls… and maybe some of the VIP’s will like to watch you perform with an(i)mals too. Wouldn’t that be fun?" Mandy laughed wickedly.

Sandra didn't have to look at her face, to know the expression she displayed. She knew she had no choice, as she bent forward with tears running down her cheeks. She laid her face on Titan's furry belly, as she inched her face forward, until the point of his red hardness touched her lips. It was so hot, compared to the guys she'd been with. She touched it with the tip of her tongue, and tasted the creamy liquid that was now seeping out of the tip, and from around the shaft.

The taste wasn't all that bad, she thought, as she wrapped her lips around the end of it, and began to bob her head up and down, as she took more of the shaft into her mouth. Her tongue and lips caressed the length of it, as his doggy cock kept swelling. She could feel the knot growing inside his sheath, she slid it down to reveal the knot. Then she wrapped fingers around it, and the knot swelled more, pulsing in her fist.

“MMMmmmoooo…” she groaned, as she noticed the flavor of the fluid changing, t was saltier than before. His body was hunching now, as he was trying to push his cock further into her mouth, he whimpered and growled. His knot swelled up about the size of a plum in her fist, it was rock hard, and as it began to throb. His doggy cum sprayed the back of Sandra’s throat and threatened to overflow her mouth.

Sandra swallowed all the cum she could, as the salty fluid continued to squirt into her mouth. Each squirt was a little less, until finally it seemed to stop. She pulled away from him and sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Mandy slyly smiled, and said, "Good girl… I could see you enjoyed that. Admit it!”

With an embarrassed expression on her blushed face, Sandra softly whispered, “Yeah… it… was fun.”

“I was about your age the first time I had a doggy dick." Mandy giggled, as she hugged Sandra and kissed her passionately.











--------- Chapter 14
Jaime….
March 11, 1991, Early Monday evening.
Little Rock, Arkansas




As the city bus slowed to a stop at Cleveland and Poplar, Jaime’s heart started beating faster in her chest. She had tried not to stare as the girl got on the bus, she wasn't sure if she succeeded. The girl had become more than just a distraction for her, on her commute home from work, but an infatuation bordering on an obsession. Ever since she had lost her license because of a DUI, she'd been taking this same bus home from work, and sometimes this girl rode it with her.

She was a very pretty girl, maybe in her mid to late teens, the perfect age, Jaime thought. Her legs were long and shapely; her hips giving way to a curvaceous ass; flat belly; and small perky breasts. She wore her dark wavy hair in a ponytail most times. Her hair framed her pretty face perfectly. She had a dazzling smile and big limpid brown eyes that lit up when she smiled.

While she was truly a beautiful girl, it was her usual outfit of tight t-shirt and mid-thigh shorts that first caught Jaime's attention. Also, she almost always had a gym bag with her. Jaime had come to terms with the fact she had a weakness for young girls, especially those in their early teen years. She wasn't proud of it, but had come to accept that it was a part of her psyche a long time ago. She hadn't pursued this interest; she just liked to look.

So, the fact that she found this beautiful girl in her workout clothes so intriguing, wasn't really that surprising. The girl had invaded her waking thoughts, then her dreams ever since she had noticed her. She couldn't concentrate at work, her performance was slipping, the girl had made her a distracted mess.

Then, it had happened a few days ago, when the bus was unusually full. The only seat left on the bus, was the one directly across the aisle from Jaime, and the girl ended up sitting there. Jaime had been elated, because she could look at the girl without having to really try. She had sat down facing her, she was wearing a skirt that day, and she sat on the seat casually, as some young girls do. That was when it had happened…. her skirt rode up a little, and Jaime saw her lacy pink panties. Her mind swirled with feverish fantasies.

As usual, the girl got off a couple stops before her own, and she watched her go. The girl plagued her thoughts all evening, and she didn't get any of the work, she had brought home to work on done. All she could think about, was her little pussy covered by her tight, pink-lacy panties.

That night, when Jaime finally managed to get to sl(ee)p, she dreamed of the girl. She came into her bedroom, wearing only her lacy panties, her beautiful body lovingly revealed in the moonlight lit room. She walked toward the bed with a fluid grace that Jaime found intoxicating. The girl favored her with a sly smile that took her breath, and crawled onto the bed to kiss her passionately. Then, the girl undid the sash on the black silk robe that Jaime wore. It fell open, to reveal her thirty-two-year-old body, wrapped in a matching silk teddy. The girl had whispered, "I want you."

That was when she had awakened in a highly aroused state, her heart racing and a delicious heat spreading in her lower abdomen. As far as her erotic dreams went, this one was PG, but it had left her a horny mess. She had almost worn the batteries out on her vibrator, before she was ready to go back to sl(ee)p, coming three times in a marathon bout of masturbation.

The girl had been on the bus the next day, but seated way up front, and Jaime sat in the back. Still, she was on her mind, as she had been all day. Jaime had barely gotten anything done at work, she had her briefcase full of paperwork she'd have to finish tonight, because of her lapse of attention.


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Then, this afternoon... the girl was sitting right across from her again. Just like before, her skirt had ridden up, when the girl sat casually, her long legs slightly spread. Jaime tried hard not the stare at the pretty girl, as her heart was racing in her chest, and her panties were getting uncomfortably wet.

The girl must have felt her eyes on her, because she looked at Jaime, a hint of an amused smile on her face. Blushing, Jaime had looked away, but not for long. She couldn't keep her eyes off the girl. Her golden tan legs spread, her yellow lacy panties on display... the combination was playing havoc with her mind, making her a horny fool.

The girl's stop came up and she got up to disembark. Watching the twitch of her backside, as she swayed down the aisle, Jaime felt herself almost panicking. It was happening, again, the girl was leaving, she felt compelled to do something, anything, she had to know more about her.

Jaime stood, and made it to the side door with the others who were getting off the bus. The girl was already walking up the street, when Jaime’s feet hit the concrete, just in time to see the girl walk around the corner. She paused, letting the girl have a head start. She was following a young girl, it wasn't rational behavior, it was reckless. Worse, Jaime didn't even know why she felt compelled to follow the girl.

Still, Jaime started walking, coming close to the corner the girl had walked around. She saw the girl walking down the street; she didn't seem aware that she was being followed. Jaime continued on, but she stayed as far back as she dared, any further and she ran the risk of losing her.

The girl turned down an alleyway, and stopped in front of a metal door. She looked up at a camera mounted on the wall, and waved. The door opened and a mountain of a man opened the door. She grinned at him, and gave him a hug, then went inside.

Intrigued, Jaime looked at the building, and saw it was a strip club. Was the girl a dancer, surely not, she looked too young… or was she, Jaime thought. She felt the need to know more, the girl had driven her crazy. The first strains of music came to her when she walked through the front entrance and paid the admittance fee. Taking a deep breath, she opened the inner door to the club.

Having never been in a gentlemen’s club, Jaime didn’t know what to expect, but she'd seen enough of them in movies. A bar occupied one wall, and her mouth started watering at the sight of all the bottles of alcohol. There were tables, and stools ringing the massive stage that took up the center of the place.

The club was packed, the tables and stools around the stage were all taken. Men from all walks of life and creeds were laughing and drinking, looking excitedly at the stage. A few of them noticed her, their eyes widening in surprise. A quick scan of the room confirmed the only other women were the waitresses and the bartender. She blushed, realizing she stood out like a sore thumb.

Surprise gave way to acceptance, and one man raised his glass to her. It was a curious thing, being accepted in a place like this. Jaime didn't know what to make of it, but she smiled at him. He smiled back and said, "Get a drink, my fair lady. The show should be starting any minute."

Jaime glanced at the bar, and the bottles of alcohol called to her, like sirens to sailors of old, luring them to crash on the rocks. She grimaced, thinking about her own crash, the one that had ended up with a suspended license, and a DUI conviction. She hadn't drank since that night, but the only seats available were at the bar. Knowing it was a bad idea, she pulled up one of the stools and sat down.

"Well, you’re new here," the bartender said, smiling at Jaime. "What will it be?"

"Jack and Coke," Jaime said, meaning just to say Coke. She started to correct the order, but the woman had gone to get her drink already. Her mouth started watering when it was placed in front of her, and the first sip was like slipping into a favorite sweater. Or a hug from an old friend, which was pretty accurate. Alcohol had been a companion of hers for a long time.

The lights in the place dimmed, and the colored strobes on the stage started flashing and whirling. Her eyes were drawn to the stage, curious about what she was about to see. She had a hunch, but it seemed too good to be true. A fantasy began to swirl in her aroused mind.

"Gentlemen and Ladies," a voice came from the PA speakers around the stage. “Let me welcome you to XTC Showgirl Club. Be sure to be nice to our bartender and your waitress. Our first performer tonight is a crowd favorite, so put your hands together for Poppy Harlow!"

The crowd went wild, cheering and clapping, a few cat calls piercing the cacophony. The curtains parted and a seductive girl with blonde hair sauntered onto the stage. Jaime choked on her drink, coughing and gagging, as the alcohol ended up in her lungs instead of her stomach, but her eyes never left the stage. She was maybe twenty, her glossy blonde hair falling nearly to her backside.

"Holy shit," Jaime said, her eyes wide.

The outfit she wore, was a short skirt that barely covered her backside, and left her long legs bare; with black knee boots, and an impossibly small bikini top. Then music started blaring from the speakers and she started dancing. Watching the girl gyrate her hips, and shake her ass at the crowd of rapt men, turned her on more than she thought it would. Suddenly, she needed her drink more than ever.

Poppy untied her top, and it was sent sailing into the crowd of adorers. Her breasts were small, little more than a hand full, Jaime couldn't take her eyes off of them, as the girl danced. She felt a pleasant warmth spread through her body, as she drank in the girl on the stage. Feeling a bit dizzier than a couple of swallows of alcohol could account for, she realized she was almost giddy with excitement.

Jaime’s pulse was racing as Poppy worked the zipper on her skirt. The thing hadn't covered much to start with, and then it was gone, revealing the small thong that barely covered her pussy. She twirled and Jaime saw the string disappear between her pale butt-cheeks. Gaping at the barely there thong, she needed another sip of her drink. The throbbing of the music was vibrating her chair, and not doing anything for her growing arousal. The sigh that slipped from her lips, hinted at just how excited she was.

Poppy hooked her thumbs in her panties, slipping one side down to show her hip, then the other. Jaime figured it was all a tease, that she'd never actually take them off. But Poppy did just that, sliding them down her long legs, her adorable ass in the air, and when she stood up, the hairless folds of her pussy was there for Jaime to see. The panties were tossed aside, and the money really started hitting the stage.

The girl started working the guys at the stage, dancing right in their faces. It was so wrong, the sheer sexiness of the girl's gyrations. Jaime couldn't look away, hypnotized by the sway of her hips.

She blinked in surprise when the song set ended, and the lights came up. Poppy made a lap around the stage, blowing kisses to the cheering throng, and collected her money. Jaime watched, fascinated by the whole scene.

"You want another drink," the bartender asked.

She whirled around, and saw the amused look on the bartender’s face, then looked at her empty glass. She couldn't remember finishing it. Passing the glass to her, she nodded, "Yeah…. aaahh, one more can’t hurt," Jaime mumbled.

"It's okay... Poppy has that effect on the customers," she said, giving Jaime an appraising look, "Although you don’t look to be our usual demographic."

"Yeah…. I noticed."

"Here is your drink," the bartender said, as she put it in front of Jaime, "You might want to sip this one."

"I thought I was sipping the last one," Jaime replied, surprised. She hadn't meant to say that.

The bartender laughed and said, "You finished it in three or four gulps."

"I'm a bit of an alcoholic," she said, again blinking at what she was sharing.

"A woman of many vices, it would seem," the bartender said, her smile not malicious.

"Yeah…. and I’m getting more by the minute," Jaime said, as she glanced at the stage.

"I'll open you a tab," the bartender said, smiling, "I’ll just need your card…”

"Yeah," Jaime replied, with a nervous smile as she handed it over.

The lights dimmed again and the announcer said, "Our next dancer is another crowd favorite. Please put your hands together for the lovely Kenzi."

Jaime turned on her stool, in time to see the girl appear on stage, and her eyes widened, recognizing the girl from the bus. She moved with such grace, her head up and proud. Jaime thought she looked like a lioness on the prowl. Like Poppy, she was dressed straight out of a fantasy, she wore what appeared to be a naughty school girl outfit; a blue pleated skirt that fell to mid-thigh; a white button up shirt and a blazer that matched the skirt, and black mid-thigh nylons with a lacy band at the top, and Mary Janes on her feet. Her eyes had grown wide at the sight of her sexy nylons, her mind kicking out feverish fantasies, the girl looked so alluring and innocent.

Maybe it was just another facet of her kink, she was addicted to slutty schoolgirl porn. She would admit it was an addiction, she had a large collection of videos to prove it. She looked so young, dancing on the stage, the attraction for young t(ee)nage girls she had kept in check, was in full swing now, her pulse racing as Kenzi danced on the stage.

Jaime’s heart pounded in her chest, as she stared at the girl. She couldn't believe this was happening, that she was about to see the girl who had been plaguing her dreams do a strip dance. She couldn't look away. Poppy’s dance had been erotic, flashy but Kenzi's... she had the poise of a real dancer, her moves crisp and practiced. There was still gyrating hips and pelvic thrusts, ass shaking and slow teasing touches, but there were hints of ballet in her dance, as well. She couldn't exactly say why, but Jaime thought she’d had some real training.

She felt a flush of excitement, as her clothing began to come off. The blue blazer and white shirt went first, Kenzi's small, proud breasts jiggled as she danced. A rowdy cry went up, as the top was flung aside and the girl grinned. She got down on her hands and knees, and rubbed her small breasts in some lucky guys face. Smiling, she took the money he offered her.

As Kenzi worked the stage, she spotted the stylish woman from the bus sitting at the bar. Smiling, she met her eyes, and hooked her fingers in the waistband of ther skirt. Not breaking eye contact, she raked it down her long legs, and stepped out of it. Then she kicking it up to herself, she threw her skirt to the woman, who caught them out of the air. The crowd cat called and clapped when they saw who got them.

Jaime’s face felt hot with embarrassment, or was it excitement, she wasn't sure, probably both….

Kenzi was naked save for her black nylons, and her Mary Janes. Jaime loved the way Kenzi looked, she found her even more appealing in real life, than she had in her dreams. She was lithe and lean, with the tight body of a dancer. Her long legs looked so lovely sheathed in the black nylons, which contrasted with her deep golden tan body; the smooth wet folds of her pussy glistened from the stage lights; her defined belly flat, her small breasts upswept and proud; with a round, perky backside. She had such lovely silky looking skin. She was perfect in every way, or at least that was Jaime's opinion.

Seeing the naked girl dance, and the erotic sway of her body, the thrust of her hips, her hands caressing her own body... it was something she'd never forget. The sight had been burned into her mind; it would surely find a home amongst her favorite fantasies.

The song set ended, and Kenzi made a sweep of the stage, blowing kisses and bowing to the cheering crowd, then she gathered up her money. She had a giant wad of bills in her hand, as she walked off stage. Even if they were all ones, she thought the girl had collected more money than Poppy had.

She is worth every penny, Jaime thought, turning back to the bar. Her glass was full, untouched. At least she hadn't dr(a)nk it in three gulps this time.

"I took the liberty of refilling it for you," the bartender said, smiling.

"So, I did down it," Jaime said, frowning. "I don't remember dr(i)nking it."

"This place can do that to you," the bartender laughed.

"Do me a favor…," Jaime replied, shaking her head. "Could you pace me? I don't seem to be able to do it myself?"

"Very responsible of you," the bartender said, nodding.

Someone tapped Jaime on the shoulder, and she turned to find the blonde stripper smiling at her. No longer naked, but wrapped in a short silk robe, she looked so lovely. She thought hard to remember her name, as she smiled back at her. It was Poppy Harlow; she was almost certain.

"So there really is a woman in the crowd tonight," she said, holding out her hand. "I'm Poppy."

"I’m Jaime," she replied, as she shook her offered hand.

"It is nice to meet you, Jaime," Poppy said, leaning her body up against Jaime’s, "Welcome to the XTC Club."

"Thank you, Poppy…. It’s a nice place," she replied, smiling.

"Would you like a lap dance?" Poppy asked, and nodded toward a secluded area near the back wall.

"Well, I...," Jaime stammered, the thought of letting this lovely stripper lead her to one of those back tables, and have her rub her body all over hers, was almost too much to bare. Heat flushed her lower abdomen and her nipples strained against her cotton blouse.

"Sorry, Poppy…," Sandra said, smiling as she approached them from behind. "She's all mine."

"Ah, Kenzi….," Poppy said, with a playful pout. "You have all the fun."

"I'm sure she'll be around for a while. You'll have your turn," Kenzi teased.

"The offer of a lap dance still stands," Poppy said, then turned and walked away.

"Lap dances are twenty-five per song," Kenzi said.

"I don't have any cash on me," Jaime said, wishing she had gone by the bank on the way home.

"No problem…," Kenzi said seductively, then motioned the bartender over. "Put a hundred on her tab for me, Annie."

"We usually don't do that for new faces," Annie said.

"She’s good for it," Kenzi said, looking back at Jaime, who nodded.

"If she isn't…," Annie said, pointing at Kenzi. "You better be."

Sandra grinned at the bartender, who smiled back at her. Then, taking Jaime by the hand, she led her through the crowd to one of the back tables. Once they were in the rear area, Jaime saw padded reclining chairs along the wall, and sat down. Then Sandra turned to her, and favored Jaime with a curious smile.

"I've noticed you looking at me on the bus for a while now…," Sandra said, undoing the belt of her silk robe, but didn’t open it, "And now… you followed me here."

"Yeah," Jaime said, her face hot with embarrassment.

Sandra teasingly opened her robe, and slipped out of it. Naked, she sat on Jaime's lap, and put her arm around her neck and asked, "I'm used to guys staring at me, but I like women more… they treat me so gentle."

"Do many other women come to gentlemen clubs?" Jaime asked, then felt stupid for asking such an inane question. She found it hard to be witty, or clever, with a naked girl on her lap, and her pulse pounding in her temples, her crotch was a hot moist mess, and her clit quivered painfully.

"Yeah… but mostly in groups, or with their boyfriend, or husband, single women are rare," she said, grinning playfully.

"You’re so beautiful…," Jaime blurted, blushing a deep red.

Sandra smiled, and whispered, "It’s kind of nice to be called beautiful. Most customers say, I'm sexy or hot, or some other inappropriate thing…. I like beautiful." Then, Kenzi began to roll her hips, rubbing her backside against Jaime's very tender lower abdomen… she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

"What is your name, sweetie," Sandra softly asked.

"Jaime…," she replied, her voice a sounding a little funny to her. The girl had to know, she was incredibly turned-on, by the feel of her warm body rubbing against hers.

"It’s nice to finally meet you, Jaime."

"Yeah….," a soft moan slipped past Jaime’s lips before she could corral it.

The girl heard it, and saw her flushed face and laughed sweetly, "It's fine… if you weren't excited, I wouldn't be doing my job."

"It's just... I've never done anything like this before."

"No…?"

"I-I... I like young teenage girls; I love the way they look…. but I've never actually done anything about it." Jaime softly said, she was surprised by her own honesty.

"Until now…?" Sandra asked a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Yeah… until now," Jaime replied, her words a breathy sigh.

"I’m flattered," Sandra seductively purred.

That statement made Jaime’s pussy quiver, she was startled by her growing excitement, and she couldn't bite back another soft moan. The slow roll of the girl's hips was maddening, plus she could feel the chair vibrating from the loud pulsing music. The two sensations were melding into one delicious torture. The more she tried to rein in her excitement, the more aroused she became.

"Why did you follow me today," Sandra asked, as she got off Jaime's lap. She turned and leaned in, as she pushed her small breasts into Jaime's face. Crawling onto the chair, she straddled her thighs, and rubbed her taut stomach against Jaime’s face, then sat back down on her lap. Her limpid brown eyes were intent on Jaime, as she started grinding against her, again.

"I don't know…," Jaime said, finding it hard to think with the naked girl in her lap. She had a death grip on the armrests of the chair, so she wouldn't start touching the girl. She was so close to orgasm… the girl’s beautiful body was driving her insane with desire. She ached to explore the girl’s petite body with her hands, but she thought it wasn’t allowed.

"You just had an urge to follow me?" Sandra teased, laughing softly.

Jaime looked at the girl a long moment, then said, "You sat across from me a few days ago, you were wearing a skirt. When you crossed your legs, I saw up it... and you looked so young... it intrigued me. I couldn't focus at work. Your pink panties were all I could think about. I even had a few dreams about you."

"What kind of dreams?" Sandra softly asked, then laughed when Jaime blushed, "Ooohh, those kinds."

"Then today, you sat across from me, again… and you smiled at me. It intrigued me…. I just had to know more about you."

"So, you followed me…. just to talk?" Sandra softly asked, and leaned forward, so her small tits were in Jaime's face, again. Her hips continued to gyrate against her, the feel of the girl's body grinding against her was driving Jaime wild… she couldn't help moaning against her supple breasts.

Jaime looked up at her and whimpered, "Yeah…. but I found more than I bargained for." Then nervously laughed.

Sandra grinned at that line, and said, "Yeah…. you did." In a show of her flexibility, Sandra leaned back, and put her leg on Jaime's shoulder, then she rubbed her calf against her cheek. "Do you like that?"

The feel of Kenzi’s nylons on her face was indescribable, "Oooohh Yes… very much so," Jaime panted.

Laughing softly, Sandra took Jaime’s hand from the armrest, and put it on her calf, just above the ankle. Jaime had to remind herself to breath, feeling Kenzi’s silky nylon under her fingers made her clit pulse. Sandra gave her a playful grin, and slid the hand up her leg, past her knee. She left it on her thigh, and continued to undulate her hips against Jaime.

Jaime was afraid to move her hand; she didn't know the etiquette for lap dances. Was it an invitation to touch her further or not? She couldn't just keep it on her thigh, try as she might…. she wanted to wander and explore the girl. She sild her hand back down to her calf, then caressed back up Kenzi leg to her thigh. The feel of her muscles working under the nylon was so sexy, that she found herself even more turned-on, something she didn't know was possible. She didn't stop at the lacy top of the stocking, but continued onto the silky skin of her upper thigh, then her hip. Kenzi’s body was taut and supple… Jaime’s heart pound in her chest, as she lightly caressed the hollow of the girl’s hip bone.

"You have a very gentle touch," Sandra sighed.

"Is this okay…," Jaime asked, letting her hand slip up to her taut belly.

"You’re okay… you can do what I let you do," Sandra whimpered, as she took Jaime’s other hand, and put it on her other hip, "Act like a Gentleman... Well, Lady, and the girls will choose you for a lap dance or special attention."

"I still can't believe this is happening," Jaime said, as she looked at her hands caressing the girl's hip and taut belly.

"Better get used to it," Sandra said, grinning, "It'll probably be happening a lot."

"Why do you say that?" Jaime asked.

"It comes down to the girl's choice. No one makes us do lap dances. Most nights, I don't, to be honest. But I found you... Intriguing. So, I made an exception."

"Okay…," Jaime said, getting a little thrill the girl had chosen her.

"We swap stories, about who’s a good customer, and who’s a real creep. If the girls ask, I'm going to tell them the truth… that you are an easy customer. I wouldn't be surprised, if you don't have all the girls hanging on you."

The thought made Jaime shiver, and Sandra laughed when she saw it, "Aaahh, did that excite you then?"

"Hey, I already admitted I was messed up," Jaime laughed, blushing.

Sandra grinned shrewdly back at her.

The current song ended, and the DJ introduced another dancer. Jaime wasn't sure, but she thought this was the start of the third song, the second to the last she'd paid for.

"What do you do, Jaime?" Sandra asked, as she took her leg down from Jaime's shoulder. Then she turned around, and urged Jaime to open her legs a little, so she could sit lower in her lap. When she rolled her hips forward this time, Jaime couldn't stifle her moan. The girl's ass was rubbing right against her tender clit, whether by design or a happy accident, she didn't know.

"Oooohh Wow…. aaahh, I'm an investment broker," Jaime sighed.

"So, you take other people's money, and invest it, to make them more money?" Sandra asked.

"Yeah…," Jaime sighed, as her own hips begin to move, and she put her hands on the girl’s slim waist. She couldn't stop meeting the girl, thrust for counter-thrust. Surely the girl must know what she was doing to her, Kenzi had to realize she was getting off on this.

"AAAAaaaahh…. for a commission?" she asked around a sigh.

"Yeah…," Jaime panted, she found it very difficult to hold a conversation with the naked girl grinding against her.

"Mmmmooohh…. are you any good?" Sandra asked.

Jaime realized this wasn't just idle chitchat. "I’m Pretty good…," she moaned, then said. "My clients never complain."

"I'd like to talk to you about that sometime…. MMMmmmooooohh," Sandra moaned.

Jaime's eyes widened, realizing the girl was really enjoying this, or at least a little. That moan had been real enough. The girl looked down at her, biting her lower lip. Jaime was happy not to have to explain investment paths right now. All she wanted to focus on, was the girl's body grinding against hers. She didn't even try to pretend, she wasn't aroused by what Kenzi was doing to her, she couldn't have held back her moans if she wanted to. The girl only smiled, and continued to rub seductively against her.

"Do you like this?" Sandra softly asked, giving away her own excitement.

"Oooohh Yeah…," Jaime sighed, "You better stop… before it gets out of hand."

"Do you really want me to stop?" the girl asked.

"It’s the last thing I want," Jaime moaned, as her fingers tightened on the girl's hips. "But I think we need to."

"Mmmmaahh…. It’s okay to come. Most customers do."

"What…," Jaime groaned, startled to hear her say such a thing.

Laughing, Sandra said, "Come on…. I do lap dances to get guys off… the tips are better when I get them to come."

"Kenzi, I…"

"Don't give me some hollow sympathy," she said, her eyes flashing at Jaime, "That’s worse than the nasty stuff jerks call me…. at least, that’s honest."

Jaime couldn't speak, she was stunned by the words coming from the girl.

"So be honest with me and yourself…," Sandra said, her hips rolling faster. "And come for me."

She wanted to tell the girl to stop, but she couldn't, the girl was right. If she was really, truly honest with herself, she didn't want this to stop. She might be sorry for the things the girl had to do, but she didn't want the girl to stop rubbing herself against her crotch. Her fingers tightened on the girl's hips, and she pulled the girl’s ass against her crotch.

“UUUuuunnngggooohh…” Jaime groaned; she couldn't stop making sharp sounds of excitement. She put one hand to her mouth to quiet them… but Kenzi pulled her hand away, and returned it to her hip. Jaime blushed, thinking that her cries of pleasure were loud enough to be heard by the men nearest them. Would they be judging her when she walked out of here, she thought?

Kenzi’s breathing had changed, and soft moans were coming from her slack mouth. Whether she meant to or not, she was getting herself excited, while trying to force Jaime to orgasm. Every time their bodies met, she'd moaned and sighed.

Her dark nipples were turgid with blood, jutting skyward. Jaime liked the way her small breasts jiggled, as she gyrated her hips. She wanted to cup them, to knead them, but she didn't. Sandra caught her looking, and pulled her hands from her hips, and put them on her breasts. Probably to further excite her, Jaime teased her nipples, until the girl arched her back and groaned. She didn't let up; she made the girl groan again and again.

Listening to her, Jaime realized the girl might come also. She slowed her breathing, and tried not to focus on the girl's ass in her lap. It worked to some extent, and she backed away from the edge of release. The girl had worked herself into a state, trying to get her to orgasm. She was biting her lip to stifle her own cries of enjoyment, her head lolled back loosely on her neck, her hair tickling Jaime's chest.

The girl's body lost all grace and her head snapped up, as Jaime realized she was climaxing. She felt the girl go stiff in her lap. “UUUnnnggggaaahhh… Fuck!” Sandra cried out in ecstasy, as her body went crazy.

Then Jaime stopped holding back, “OOOooohh God… I’m coming,” she groaned, as she orgasmed hard, and her body shook with the girl in her arms. Sandra turned in the chair, and looked at her, her limpid brown eyes wide. She was gasping for breath, her lithe body glistening with sweat from her efforts. She looked a little dazed, and Jaime had to smile.

The girl saw the smile, and her heart quickened. "You did that on purpose…," she said, breathlessly. "You waited until I came before you did."

"It’s the lady-like thing to do…," Jaime said, smiling, "Give and get."

"Huh uh…," Sandra said, shaking her head, "I never had a customer worried about me before."

"Did I violate some code?" Jaime asked, amused.

"Probably…," Sandra laughed.

"Well…. I'm not sorry."

"I probably should be…," Sandra sighed, "I said some rude things, which probably aren't true of you."

"I'm not a saint," Jaime admitted, then laughed, "I won't lie, and say I didn't enjoy what just happened. I loved it, and will never forget it. That doesn't mean I can't feel for you, too. The sympathy isn't hollow."

Sandra looked at her a long moment, then nodded, "Yeah… I can see you’re different… you make me, you know, feel strange."

"I know we don't know each other, but if there is something, I can do...," Jaime said, a little surprised to hear herself make the offer. It wasn't just hollow words.

"Yeah…?" the girl asked, her eyes intent on Jaime's.

"Yeah…," Jaime said, then smiled, "Assuming it’s something within my power to do."

"Maybe there is," Sandra said, as she got off her lap. Her legs were a little unsteady, and she laughed, "It’s my turn to dance next… wait for me at the bar. I need to go get ready." She grabbed her robe and wrapped herself in it.

"Okay… I’ll wait," Jaime said, as she straightened her business attire as best as she could. Her shirt had come untucked, and her skirt had pulled down on one side. She was a wrinkled mess, and she smelled like sex, her panties were sopping wet. It would be a walk of shame to the bar, for sure. She took a deep breath to gather herself, then stood.

No one seemed to pay them any mind, for which Jaime was glad. With a smile they hugged, and Sandra ran off. On wobbly legs, Jaime watched her go through a side door, then she went to the bar, and sat on one of the stools.






Kenzi








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