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This story is a prequel and takes place about five years before the events of the original “Back to Salome.”
I looked out the window and stared aimlessly into the West Texas landscape. I sat in the back seat of my father’s Ford F-250 pickup as we rolled through the seemingly endless sand hills, the natural beauty of the Stockton Plateau, the wooded mountain slopes and the desert grasslands. My mother was asleep in the front seat, resting her head gently against the passenger window as my dad kept his eyes steadily on the road in front of us. His voice jarred me a bit when he spoke.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it, Jenna?”
I shot him a little smile. “It is,” I said in agreement.
I was born and raised in the small West Texas college town of Salome. I’d traveled with my parents to a few different parts of Texas, but we’d never ventured this far east. About six months ago I learned that my father’s company had transferred him to Dallas. Fortunately, he was able to postpone the move until I could graduate from high school, which allowed me to get my diploma with all the friends I’d grown up with.
Truth be told, I’d lived a very sheltered life. My parents had always shielded and protected me from the dangers of the outside world while leaving me just enough room to explore and have fun. It really was the perfect childhood. I’d loved growing up in a small town where everyone knew everyone else and people didn’t have to lock their doors at night. However, it did have its drawbacks. That closeness also meant that everyone knew your business, which was something that I didn’t always appreciate.
My parents were fairly religious, and because of them I was raised in the Catholic Church and we attended mass every Sunday. When I asked my grandmother why she didn’t go with us on Sunday mornings, her response was, “God scares me when you get him indoors.” He scared me too. The one thing that was ingrained deep into my psyche by Father Patrick each Sunday was guilt; there was never a shortage of guilt when it came to Catholicism.
Looking back, I realized that my strict upbringing had only taught me to be sneaky. Even though I waited to have intercourse until the middle of my senior year, I liked doing... other things ... after I turned 18 but never with high-school boys my own age. They tended to have big mouths, and once they got a girl into bed they bragged to their friends, and within a day or so everyone in our small town knew about it. So I ventured onto the college campus and developed an appreciation for college guys. Unlike high-school boys, I figured they could probably do a better job of keeping their mouths shut after I warned them, and what I did with them never got around to the people I cared about.
As hard as the college guys tried, I never gave them my virginity, but taking them into my mouth was always fun. It didn’t take long before I was good at it, really good at it. Unlike a lot of my friends, swallowing was something that I’d always enjoyed and never had a problem with. As it turned out, it was a trait that served me well after I moved to Southern California and got into the porn business.
The countryside continued to roll by as I laid my forehead against the window; at least it was more interesting than the endless flatlands of West Texas. I’m leaving Salome. I had thought about this for years; going somewhere, anywhere, that was more exciting than my sleepy hometown. But this wasn’t the way I had pictured it. Dave Fassbender and I had begun going steady in January of my senior year. We got serious pretty quickly and I fell in love with him. My college-boy activities stopped and I gave my virginity to him in a wonderful night of love and passion. Once we graduated, our plan was to attend Southern Methodist University in Dallas together in the fall. Instead, I was heading there alone. I couldn’t stop my thoughts from wandering back to last week, the big graduation party at Travis Thompson’s house...
We had waited our turn upstairs at Travis’s house for a bedroom to open up. Presently, Becky and Trey emerged from the master and Dave and I made for the room before they even completely exited the door.
Dave and I had discussed this for a few weeks, and we agreed it was finally going to happen. We had been having sex for several months, and I’d been giving him blowjobs, but tonight he was finally going to go down on me. He was kind of nervous but I’d promised it would be fine. I’d even told him it was okay if it didn’t get me there, I just wanted him to try. After a long, hot make-out session of serious kissing and fondling, he finally pulled off my panties, leaving me completely naked on the bed.
“I’m ready,” he whispered.
“I love you,” I whispered back, “no matter what happens.”
He suckled my nipples, which as he knew turned me on immensely. Surges of electricity coursed through my body and reverberated between my legs. I held his head gently, trying not to rush him, but I longed to feel his tongue on my pussy instead of his finger or penis.
He finally slid further down, taking his time, it seemed, until he settled between my legs. I always kept a little tuft of hair above my vagina, but for something different I’d spent the better part of an hour carefully shaving, making sure my vagina was baby-smooth. I knew he and his friends looked at those girls on pornsites and I hoped that maybe if I looked a little more like them... down there ... he’d be more willing to take me to a place I’d never been. I opened my legs for him; I was so turned on I knew it wouldn’t take much.
“Oh, I love that,” he said while his eyes lustfully peered over my bald vagina. His soft lips landed gently on my outer lips and he kissed me there. I let out a little moan as his tongue furtively penetrated me ever so slightly.
“Yes ... David ... yesss ... you can’t believe how good that feels ... oh... God ... yes ... push your tongue in further,” I cooed.
His instincts were good; his gentle kisses turned more fervent and he sank his tongue deep into my pussy. Little shockwaves churned deep in my stomach and I ran my fingers through his hair as my hips rose to meet his mouth. I needed his tongue in me, I fucking loved him, loved this so much. His mouth on me was even better than I’d imagined. My arousal rose quickly, my passion took over, and I urged his head up a little. “Yes, baby, lick my clit,” I moaned.
I moaned even louder, losing my mind in ecstasy. The pressure built to unbearable levels; I gritted my teeth and squealed as his tongue caressed my clit. I could barely speak between gasps. “It feels so good ... baby ... just a little more ... just like that ... your tongue ... just like that,” I gasped.
My thighs clamped on the sides of his head and my hands instinctively pushed his head down hard into my pussy as I began grinding my hips into his mouth and tongue. He slid two fingers deep inside me and I let out a little grunt. My more aggressive moves may have shocked him but he held his tongue firmly on my clit as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I bucked against his face, involuntarily thrashing as more lightning bolts shot through my core as I released.
My body went limp and I may have passed out, I’m not sure, but my mind floated in the orgasmic haze for several moments, it was the most pleasurable thing I’d ever experienced. When my brain began functioning again, I found David sitting on the side of the bed, alternately chugging from his bottle of Shiner Bock and wiping his face with his t-shirt.
“You seemed to like that, babe, huh? You ... ummm ... you sure came a lot.” He wiped his face again.
David, I’ll love you forever if you keep doing that to me. A little smile broke over my face. “Loved it, I loved that, honey. You were amazing.” I reached out to him and pulled him back to me; I needed him inside me. After that intense experience, I wanted to be one with him.
“Make love to me, baby. Take me, I need you ... now ... baby.”
What we’d just done was wonderful, but my lust for him hadn’t been sated. This primal urge, this feeling from somewhere deep and somewhere dark within my soul, required his cock inside me and his body on top of me.
I opened my legs and he quickly crawled between them. There was no delay in his sudden, quick movement; he took his cock in his hand and sank himself into me with one hard, deep thrust. Normally, his movements were soft and gentle, but not that night. His jackhammering thrusts nearly took my breath away. “Yes, baby, nice and deep, just like that,” I moaned in ecstasy. He slid on top of me and his weight crushed me into the mattress. Our sweat sensually mixed together as he pounded me out. I wrapped my legs around his torso to pull him in deeper.
This was unlike anything we’d ever done. He’d always made love to me, but this was something so totally different. This wasn’t making love anymore, we were fucking and I couldn’t get enough of it. I got lost in the hedonistic moment and I gently bit his shoulder. He tensed up and groaned in pain but it only spurred him on.
His breathing changed, he began to grunt, and his body stiffened. I felt each heavy, thick spurt singe the walls of my vagina, his pulsing cock expanding inside me and bathing me in his fiery hot semen. I held onto him for dear life as we came together, our bodies soaring, gliding effortlessly through space as the world drifted blissfully away.
“That was awesome,” he said as he kissed my cheek and rose up. “You’re great!” He grabbed his beer, finished the rest of it, and then he looked around the floor, trying to find his clothes.
I rose up and pressed my breasts against his naked back, kissing his shoulder. “Come back and hold me, kiss me some more.” I was a little annoyed that he didn’t want to cuddle or talk to me after everything we’d just experienced together, but I knew my gentle, romantic gesture would bring him around.
He turned his head, gave me a peck on the cheek, and then he stood up. “We shouldn’t be selfish, there are like ten other couples lined up in the hallway to use this room.”
My jaw dropped open. “I don’t give a shit about other people,” I scolded, “we’re not going to see each other for three months and I wanted this night to be ours. This has to hold both of us over until you come to Dallas in the fall–”
“Yeah ... ummm ... about that. Look, Jenna, I probably should have told you earlier, but remember that I got accepted to Ohio State, too? I’ve decided I’m going to go there.”
My blood ran cold and I felt it drain from my face. I sat on the bed, stunned. “We’re going to SMU together, just like we’ve planned for months. We’re going to live together, make a new life together, and ... you know ... when we graduate we’re going to get mar–” My words broke off as the realization of what he’d told me hit home: None of my dreams of us being together will ever come true.
He buckled his belt in his jeans. “Babe, we’ve had a lot of fun, but–”
“Don’t!” I snarled. Startled, he stopped talking. “Don’t call me Babe again, ever. This ... this is the biggest lie you could have possibly told me.”
“Aw, hon, don’t be like that. We’ve had some great times, and some great sex, let’s just remember the good times, okay? I still want to be friends.”
How can you stand there and act like none of this matters? This whole year has been a lie? I am in love with you! I wanted to marry you! I wanted to have your babies! A few times during our senior year I’d even fantasized about getting off the pill. How could I have been so stupid?
I felt his semen leaking out of me and dripping onto my inner thigh. When David finished dressing he looked at me and held his arms open. “How about a goodbye hug?”
I seethed with anger. I reached down and scooped some of our cum off the inside of my leg and flung it at him, several gobs landing on his face and shirt.
“Perfect, bitch. Just perfect. By the way, all that ... whatever it is that comes out of you after we fuck? It’s kinda gross.”
“Huh?” I asked. Dad had said something but I missed it in my reverie.
“I said it will be great to have somewhere else to eat other than just a Waffle House, won’t it? Dallas has so many world-class restaurants.” He smiled at me in the rear-view mirror.
At least he’s trying. Someone is trying to make me happy. “Yeah, Daddy, it’s going to be great.” I gave him a smile back and his eyes returned to the road.
It was hard to generate any enthusiasm for anything right now. I should have been excited about this new chapter in my life. Instead I just felt hollow, empty, and worthless. Again, my mind drifted back to that horrible night. After the ugly fight with David, my evening had only gotten worse.
That nagging little voice inside my head echoed in the recesses of my consciousness and she sounded remarkably like my mother. You were a total whore, but did that make you feel better? Did you get even with him? Everything you did with them?
I hated that voice and I just wanted her to stop. But she was right, and that only made me feel worse. After David’s revelation and our horrible fight, I stumbled downstairs and began slamming whatever the alcoholic punch was that someone had concocted and I got pretty drunk. I could barely remember Travis and his best friend, Jim, walking into the kitchen, and after a minute or so I was alone with them. I would love to say that it was them who’d initiated our three-way make-out session, but that would be a lie; it was me. I remember their tongues in my mouth and their hands roaming up and down my body. I should have pushed them away and gone back out to the party or, better yet, gone home, but I hadn’t. My only thought was finding someplace that offered more privacy because anyone could have walked into the kitchen in a search for more alcohol.
When I’d voiced my concern for privacy, it was Travis who suggested that we take things to their large walk-in pantry. Once we were all inside and he’d shut the door, I complied with their request and took off my top and bra and showed them my tits, as they called them. I always hated that word and found it to be incredibly vulgar. Still, in my inebriated state, I said it repeatedly, asking the guys if they liked them as they both slid their jeans down and began slowly stroking their cocks.
Under their lecherous stares, I pinched and pulled my nipples until they stood proudly off my breasts. Travis hesitantly ran his hand over them, and when he saw that I wasn’t going to stop him they both began roughly pawing them. I hated to admit this, but something dark within me took over. I got onto my knees, pushed Travis’s hand away from his cock, and took it into my mouth and throat. After seeing what I was willing to do, Jim pushed his member into my face, and I let Travis’s cock slip from my mouth and took the new one inside.
I wanted this delicious new experience to last, but they weren’t college guys and neither of them had much control. As one started to get close, I let him slip from my mouth and fellated the other. This rotation helped prolong their impending orgasms, but only for a couple of minutes, even though I wanted the experience to last much longer. I took Jim into my mouth one last time and his breathing changed and his body stiffened. Thick spurts of semen hit the back of my mouth and some landed on my tongue, I had to swallow a couple of times to get all of it down.
When his cock started to soften I let it slip from my lips and Travis quickly shoved his inside. I gave the head a couple of hard sucks before he slid back and began to furiously stroke his shaft. I kept my mouth open and a couple of long, thick ropes shot inside my mouth. He became a bit unsteady on his feet and another blast landed on the bridge of my nose and forehead. The last spurt hit my breast and nipple. While they looked down watching me, I swallowed what was in my mouth and then used my fingers to collect as much as I could from my face and breasts before licking my sticky fingers clean and swallowing one last time.
They’d stared at me for several seconds, it was as if neither of them knew what to say. Fortunately, they quickly pulled up their jeans and made a quick exit. After I’d cleaned up the best I could, I hurriedly made my way to my car. I sat in the driver’s seat for over an hour, alternately crying, screaming in rage, and thinking quietly about my life. Eventually, I sobered up enough that I was able to drive home safely.
Another proud moment for you! My internal voice said snidely. I looked out the window again in utter disgust at myself.
Once my family reached Dallas, we were met by the large moving truck with all our family’s possessions. For the next few days I helped my parents unpack all our belongings and we settled into our new home in the suburbs. The next week my father started work at his new office and my mother had gotten a job at an accounting firm, which left me home alone during the day, and it didn’t take long before boredom set in. I’d worked part-time as a waitress in a small diner throughout much of my junior and senior years of high school, which gave me a measure of financial independence so I didn’t have to constantly ask my parents for money. Because I had three months before college classes began, I started scouring the internet for job opportunities, which immediately led to a fight with my parents once they learned of the job I’d found.
“Hooters, you’ve got to be kidding me,” my dad said while we ate our evening meal together.
“It’s just a waitress job, just like the one I had for two years,” I countered while my dad gave me an evil stink-eye.
“I’ve seen those uniforms they make their girls wear, and I don’t like it,” my mother said disgustedly.
“It’s shorts and a tank top, Mom, just like I wear around the house every day.”
She cut her eyes at me. “It’s very tight shorts and tank top. The clothes you wear around the house aren’t form-fitting, Jenna, and ... you never had to wear that type of revealing clothing at your old job.”
“This isn’t Salome, this is Dallas, and it’s the only job I could find.”
That was a white lie, or maybe an outright bold lie. There were other waitress jobs that were available. However, I had to admit the truth, at least to myself; the thought of wearing a tight tank top and little booty shorts was sexy to me. I loved the idea of dressing somewhat provocatively and showing off a bit in a public setting.
“If you need some extra money we can help you, you don’t have to do this,” my father said while shooting me an exasperated look.
“I don’t want your money, Dad, I want to earn it for myself and be independent.”
Both of my parents had always worked and we’d always lived comfortably. For the time being I knew I had to live with them, but this job could help me be more financially independent. From what I’d read online, a good server at Hooters made great tips, due mostly to the fact of what she was required to wear. Additionally, I excelled at being flirty and building a rapport with customers. This job was perfect for me and I saw it, even if my parents didn’t.
My mother shot my father a somewhat evil look. “She gets this from you ... this stubborn, rebellious streak.”
My dad took a deep breath. I could see he was resigning himself to the fact that this was going to happen. “You’re 18, an adult now, and we can’t stop you, we can only advise against it.”
“Everything will be okay, I promise, it’s just a waitressing job and it’s no big deal ... both of you are making this into something bigger than what it really is.”
What I said was true, it was just a waitressing job. However, looking back, I realize now that it was the first step, the first move, that put me on a path that would forever change the course of the rest of my life.
“Can I get you another beer, Sir?” I said while flashing the old man who was sitting in front of me another big, flirty smile. Not that it mattered in the slightest, but he was old enough to be my grandfather. The older ones always seemed to have more money anyway.
“I’d love that, darlin’,” he said in a thick Texas drawl. I watched as he overtly ran his eyes over my little white tank top. Then he ran his thick sausage-like fingers over my arm and I shot him another sexy smile while gently running the tips of my fingers over his shoulder. It was a little flirtatious move that would get me at least a $20 tip when he finished his meal and settled his check.
“Coming right up, sweetie,” I said before turning and walking away. I didn’t even have to turn around and look because I knew his eyes were glued to my ass as I swayed my hips sexily and sashayed away. I could also sense dozens of eyes on me as I walked through the restaurant to the bar. The men’s and even some of the women’s eyes roamed over my body ... subtly gawking at my legs, my ass, and my breasts. I had to admit the truth, it was a huge turn-on and it made me feel very sexy.
When I reached the counter, Carmen, the evening bartender, shot me a knowing smile. “I saw what you did back there; you’re straight-up devious, girl.”
“It helps with the tips,” I said while smiling brightly at her. And if I’m being honest, I do like the thrill I get knowing that these men like looking at me, that they are thinking about me.
“You’ve only been here ... what ... two weeks, and you’re already making better money than girls who’ve worked here for years.”
“You just have to know how to work them and give them what they want; it’s not really that difficult.”
What she said was true, though. I was taking home about $300 in tips each night. When I worked on the weekends and it was really busy and we were steadily turning tables I got considerably more. I’d been issued a size-small uniform and worn it for a week. The customers liked it, but when I turned it in for an extra-small, my tips doubled and I knew I’d made the right move. The smaller tank top helped push my large 34D’s upward and put just a little more of the tops of my breasts on display. Additionally, the ultra-tight shorts left just a bit of the bottom of my ass cheeks visible through the nude nylons; it was a bold move that the old men really appreciated.
After I brought the old guy his beer it was time for my break. I ordered a hamburger, and once I’d received it I retreated to the break room and sat down at the table. I was feeling a bit dejected, and I wasn’t sure why. I was making really good money and I should have been satisfied, but I wasn’t ... I wanted more, but I didn’t know what.
Because I lived with my parents, I didn’t really have any bills and I was saving a lot of money. Once college started I figured on living at home but I pondered the possibility of living in the dorms or maybe even being able to afford a small apartment of my own. The thought of being out on my own and being more independent was very appealing. I didn’t mind living at home with my parents, but there had to be more to life than this. It was a disturbing feeling. No matter how good I had it, I always wanted more and I wasn’t sure why.
There was a large stack of newspapers on the break-room table, and almost unconsciously I began thumbing through them. As I perused the classifieds, my eyes stopped at an advertisement that immediately caught my attention.
Wanted: DancersExcellent $$$
Flexible Hours
You Are:
Beautiful, Athletic, Flirtatious, Reliable
Contact: Tony, Manager, The Spearmint Rhino
With this the ‘more’ I was looking for? I wasn’t quite sure yet. Wearing a skimpy little uniform when I waited tables was one thing, but what I was now considering was in an entirely different league and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. Also, there were my parents to consider. They’d given me such a difficult time when I told them I was going to be working at Hooters. But this ... damn. I didn’t wear much at Hooters, but I did wear something. Working at a strip club? That would send them right over the edge.
I had the next two days off and I spent the first day researching and reading articles about what it was like to dance in a gentlemen’s club. After reading a few testimonials from some of the girls who danced in the Dallas area, I realized it was hard work and very physically demanding. However, I was in very good shape and I still hit the gym four to five times a week either before or after my shift at Hooters. I also learned that it was possible to make well over twice as much dancing as I could waiting tables. If I could summon the courage to actually go through with it, I’d definitely be able to get my own apartment. Also, I reasoned that it might be possible to continue dancing even after classes started. I could dance on Friday and Saturday nights, the two busiest days of the week for a gentleman’s club, which would give me some extra spending money and even supplement the college fund that my parents had started for me. I also thought that if I didn’t like it, or if it ended up being too much once I was in college, I could always quit.
Would I really be able to do this? Could I take my clothes off in front of strangers? Could I ... show them everything? Maybe I could just go topless, would that even pay the same?
I spent the entire day mulling everything over. I even made a list of pros and cons but quickly threw it away as I was stacking my answers in favor of going nude. Nude. Tens of people, maybe a hundred people, would be looking at me, all of me. I hated to admit it, but the thought made me tingle. I still wasn’t convinced this was the right move, but I felt confident enough to take the next step.
The next day I stepped into the large, expansive space of the Spearmint Rhino. Even though it was just a little past noon, it was almost pitch dark inside because very few lights were on. There were three stages directly in front of me and there were tables set up all around them. Each stage had a tall pole in the center that was attached to the floor and the ceiling. The low light prevented me from really checking out the space. However, it appeared to be very clean. In all honesty, the place seemed pretty decent; I guess I was expecting it to be... tackier.
Initially, I’d had no idea what I should wear for this little interview, but after trying on a few different outfits I settled on a faded little jean skirt, tight blue buttoned silk top, and a matching black lace bra and thong. In keeping with the casual look, I also wore my new pair of Cocobelle gilded leather sandals.
The only man I saw was the bartender who was stocking bottles behind the counter. Hesitantly I made my way over to him. I waited at the bar for several seconds until he turned around and acknowledged my presence. His eyes slowly moved up and down my body until he finally looked up into my eyes.
“Can I help you, Miss?”
“I’m Jenna Erickson and I have an appointment with Tony.”
He picked up the phone and hit a couple of numbers, said a few things under his breath, and then hung up. “Follow me.”
He came out from behind the bar and then took a left as I followed behind him. We passed through a door that had a large sign prominently displayed that read No Admittance. After we walked about ten more feet he knocked on another door, then opened it.
“Thank you, Joe, I’ve got it from here,” a voice said from inside the room. Joe held the door open for me and I walked inside.
There was a big burly guy sitting behind a desk and my eyes hesitantly met his. “You’re Jenna, correct?”
“Yes,” I said shyly. I tried to keep smiling and looking at him so as to present a pleasant attitude, but he wasn’t an attractive man. His white shirt collar hadn’t been professionally laundered in maybe ever, and sweat ran down the sides of his face even though I felt a bit of a chill in the air. At least he’s not wearing a cowboy hat, oh, there it is on a hook on the wall.
“Have a seat,” he said while pointing at the chair in front of his desk. His eyes traveled up and down my body as I sat down.
“So, you want to dance?”
“Yes, I do,” I said in a confident voice that belied the nervousness I was feeling.
“And you’re 18?”
“Yes, I’m 18.”
“Can I see your driver’s license?”
I reached into my little clutch purse, pulled it out, and handed it to him. He looked it over, verifying my age, then stood up, put it in the copy machine that was behind him, made a duplicate, and then handed it back to me.
“Is the information correct? Your license says that you’re 5’6” and you weigh 120 pounds.”
I had actually weighed 116 this morning, but it was close enough. No use splitting hairs, I reasoned. “Yes, Sir, it’s correct.”
“Have you ever danced before?”
I thought of lying and telling him I had, but in the end I decided against it. “No, I haven’t.”
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