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I parked my somewhat old, slightly beat-up Toyota Corolla behind the Spearmint Rhino under one of the few trees in the parking lot. I was making great money now and I really wanted a flashy new sports car, but since I was still living with Mom and Dad I didn’t want to look too suspicious. The air conditioner worked great, though, and that was all that really mattered in the hot, humid Dallas climate.
Lucius, the huge security guard, gave me an appreciative smile and a crisp high-five as I entered the back of the Rhino. I was in a good mood, happy to be earning some real money and having some fun, and I convinced myself that nothing would bring me down tonight – not bad customers, not my bitchy coworkers, not anything.
I entered the dressing room and saw a couple of girls I knew and said hi, but they seemed a bit standoffish, which of course wasn’t unusual. I set my bag down at my station and went over to check the schedule. And ... I wasn’t on it. I’d been working five days a week for the last three weeks and I couldn’t figure out what the problem was. Then I saw a sticky note at the bottom of the schedule with my name on it.
Madi cum see me when you get in. Tony
I could barely make out the scribbles; it looked like something written by a kindergartner. That kinda explained the funny looks I got from the other dancers, maybe. I got my bag and walked back to his office.
Am I in trouble or something? Nothing was wrong when I left last night ... what the hell is up?
I knocked on Tony’s open door and stepped inside his office.
“Yeah, hey, Madi. Come in, come in and oh, uh, shut the door, would ya? Thata girl ... yeah, I wanna talk to you about something ... sit down, yeah, get comfortable, be comfortable. Hey, you doin’ alright, doin’ good, are ya?”
“Yes, Tony, I’m doing fine.” I tried to keep a little of the condescension out of my voice and gave him my best fake smile. What’s going on? He seems ... strange ... like he’s...
When I sat down in the chair in front of his desk, I saw a mirror with white lines of powder on it amongst the chaotic mess of papers on his desk. I quickly averted my eyes. I’d never done drugs of any kind, but I knew them when I saw them. That would make sense of the weird, fast-talking thing he was doing right now.
“Yeah, great, that’s so great. So it looks like you been doing real good here, makin’ lots of money and hey ... the customers like you. They tell me they love you, even.”
“It’s working out well so far and I’m learning a lot from Raven and the other girls,” I said hesitantly. Enough small talk. “Okay, so why isn’t my name on the roster for today?”
“Yeah, yeah, we’ll get to that, but there’s an issue we need to discuss.”
“Ummm ... okay.”
“I hear you’re getting pretty popular in the VIP room. You know...” he leaned back in his chair, picking up his cigar from its ashtray, “ ... if you get a cop in there, we can get a ten-thousand-dollar fine for solicitation. We get too many of those and I’m closed down. I can’t have that.”
Time to play dumb. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about blow jobs, cocks outside of pants, fucking ... don’t play stupid with me.”
He knows more than I ever imagined. “If that’s what’s going on in the VIP room, I’m not the only one doing it,” I hissed. “Why am I here, why am I being singled out?”
“I’m telling you, as well as all the other bitches out there, to be careful.”
“You want men through the door and spending money, that’s what they want once they get here, Tony.” I paused for a moment. “And unlike some of the other girls, I don’t fuck in there,” I said honestly. If the money was right, I was willing to give hand jobs or even blow jobs, provided they agreed to wear a condom, in the VIP room. Occasionally, if the guy was into it, I’d let him go down on me. But, just like Raven, I wasn’t willing to have sex.
“You’re taking care of the guys and you’re bringing in consistent clientele, girly. So I’m gonna look the other way as long as you don’t get caught.”
Good, I’m not in any real trouble, just a slap on the wrist, a warning. “I’ll be careful, I promise, super careful.” I paused for a moment. “I need to go get ready, gotta earn my keep.” Just as I was about to stand up, he stopped me.
“One other thing, if I’m going to look the other way, I need a little quid pro quo. I need to see your technique.”
“My ... what?” And what the hell is quid pro quo?
“C’mon, girl, you’re not stupid, get with the program, show me your technique.” Tony pushed his chair back from the table, his legs spread wide open.
I sat there, incredulous. He wants me to ... to ... blow him? That’s disgusting.
“That is, if you still want to work here. And don’t even think about going anywhere else. We owners have a list, you know, we keep a list of the girls who cause problems and don’t behave.”
Now he’s threatening to blacklist me? Damnit. I need the money and I need this job. He’s not the grossest guy I’ve danced for, so what’s the problem? My issue with his repulsive demand was choice. Technically, I was supposed to accept any request for a lap dance. But it was my choice on what happened during a lap dance and what took place after. If the money was right, I’d do more, but it was always up to me. This was different; I had to do this, he was forcing me. Fuck! A million times, fuck. This is what I’m reduced to? I took a deep breath and stood up. I fished around in my clutch purse and pulled out a condom, but he stopped me.
“Oh, no. I hate rubbers. You’re going to suck me bareback.”
I cut my eyes and reluctantly set my purse on the chair. “Okay, Tony.” Fucking prick.
He touched his phone and that damn filthy song about cherry pies came on over the speakers again. Then he leaned over the desk and used a rolled up hundred-dollar bill to snort two rows of that powder.
It’s white ... probably cocaine. Great. I’m about to be forced into oral sex while he commits felonies.
I started to sway back and forth a little as I slid out of my little baby-blue T-shirt. I dressed casually when I wasn’t working so I didn’t feel very sexy taking these clothes off. That was a problem because I wanted to look sexy so he’d get off faster and I could get this disgusting experience over with quicker. I took off my bra next.
“There they are, there’s your money-makers! Shake ‘em for Daddy! Come on, girl! Shake them tits.”
I guess I like money-makers better than tits. Fucking asshole. I held my arms out a bit and rolled my hips from side to side, my breasts swaying gently left and right, for about ten seconds. I kicked off my sandals, slid my pink Juicy sweats down my thighs, and quickly got rid of my thong. I went around the desk and started to get on my knees, but he stopped me again.
“Show me again, honey. Turn around just like you did your first day. Show Daddy that cunt.”
Cunt? Could this be any more mortifying? He’ll be lucky if I don’t bite his prick off. Rolling my eyes, I faced away from him and spread my legs, and then I leaned forward and pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing myself so he could see everything.
“You’re a true whore, goddamn if you ain’t wet!”
I was about to deny that when his fingers slid between my pussy lips ... slid easily between my lips because they were damp. Fuck! What is wrong with me?I wiggled away from his touch, but I didn’t run away. I had no backup plan; this was it. I liked making money and I wanted to keep earning. Besides, my internal mother-voice said, you blew over twenty guys back home on the college campus, what’s one more?
I turned back around and got between his legs. I unzipped his jeans, reached inside his boxers, and extracted his cock from its tight confines. It was big, really big. Of course, I thought sarcastically, it has to be big. Why can’t he just have a regular cock? Why does it have to be so ... nice?
My lips encircled his mushroom-shaped head and I could taste his pre-cum already. I started to go a little deeper when I felt his hand on the back of my head and he pushed me down hard. I gagged as I struggled to accept him in my throat.
“Yeah, bitch, just like that, show me what a whore you are.”
You fucking asshole, give me a goddamned minute! This is humiliating enough without your fucking help.
Salvaging just a bit of dignity, what little I had left, I pushed his hand away, relaxed my throat, took him all the way down to the root, and began to quickly bob my head up and down. He let out a deep low groan as my saliva dripped onto his shaft and began to pool on his balls.
“Oh, I love that, little girl, now I know why you’re so popular,” he moaned.
I hated to admit it, but I had to resist the urge to rub my clit. I’m getting into this, sucking cock always makes me wet. Fuck. I put my hands on his thighs and kept my mouth warm and wet and continued to plunge up and down on him.
“Yeah, slut, just a little more.”
His body stiffened and his breathing changed. I took him all the way down one more time and he erupted. His cock was so deep in my throat I didn’t even taste the first spurt, which went directly into my stomach. Then long, powerful ropes filled my mouth and I had to swallow a couple of times to get it all down. Once he was spent, I slid back and expelled him from my mouth.
“Not bad, not bad at all,” he sneered.
I gave him a cold look. “Are we done here?”
He smiled. “Yes we are, for now.” He reached over and grabbed something out of a small bowl on his desk and then threw it onto the ground between my legs. “A mint, it’ll help you get the taste of my nut out of your mouth.”
Asshole.
“Where you been, girl? You’re never late,” Raven said while applying the finishing touches to her makeup.
I sat down at my station beside her and quickly began getting ready. “I was in Tony’s office,” I said gruffly.
“Oh, that couldn’t have been good.”
“No, it wasn’t, not good at all.”
“I don’t want to get up in your business, girl, but what happened?”
I looked around to make sure we wouldn’t be overheard. “I think he was doing coke, and he made me blow him,” I said while spitting what was left of the mint into the little trash can by my station.
She looked sympathetically into my eyes. “Sorry about that, you broke your cherry, huh?”
My jaw dropped. “So that’s like ... you know ... a common practice around here?”
“I’m on my knees in there every couple of months, so ... yeah, it is.” She paused for a moment. “It’s just part of the job, honey, something I should have told you about.”
“It was disgusting,” I said sharply.
“Yeah, it is, but you want to keep making that bank, right?”
“Yeah, I do,” I admitted.
She rubbed my shoulder. “Just part of the job, girl.”
“Okay.” Just part of the job, right. I sighed heavily.
“Get that makeup on, we’ve only got a few minutes and I don’t want a fine for being late.”
I quickly got into one of my little outfits, did my hair and makeup, and we walked out to the main stage. For the past two weeks I’d gotten promoted and was now dancing in first position. Dancing on the main stage now was boring and almost mundane. It was just something I was required to do before I could work the room and give lap dances or try to get guys into the VIP room. Of course it didn’t look like that to the men in front of me. To them it was hot, it was sexy, but after three weeks I had my little routine down cold and my body just performed.
After I went through my three-song set and cleaned up the singles from the stage I scanned over the sparse crowd; there was never much that went on at 4:00 during the weekdays. Then my lips split into a little smile when I saw Derek. I’d met him about three weeks earlier and he was now one of my regulars. He was way older than me at 48, and he owned quite a few used-car dealerships throughout the Dallas-Fort Worth area. Fortunately, unlike some of the men who frequented the club, he had all of his hair and teeth. He was reasonably good-looking and he kept himself in decent shape, for being older, that is. More importantly, he had money and he never had a problem spending it on me. I ignored a couple of the guys who had their hands up, wanting dances, and I walked over to his table.
“How you doing today, handsome?” I said while sexily sliding onto his lap.
“Today was a real bitch, but now that I’m here with you it’s looking up.”
“Yeah, not the greatest day for me, either, but seeing you it’s improving.”
“What’s wrong?” he said soothingly.
“Oh, just work stuff, let’s talk about something else.” Being in my boss’s office and giving him that disgusting blow job was the last thing I wanted to think about, much less discuss.
“Well, you know what I want to talk about, right?”
I smiled. “We can talk about it, but we need more privacy; take me to the VIP room, okay?”
“You bet.”
The song ended and I slid off his lap. He took my hand and we walked together to the back of the large space and approached Terence.
“How long today, Sir?” he asked Derek.
“An hour and a half,” he said while pulling out his credit card. Terence took it and swiped it, and Derek signed the receipt. “I’ve got you in room one, enjoy.”
“Thank you.”
We walked up the stairs and were met by Andy. Derek reached into his pocket, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and slipped it to him. “Thank you, Sir,” Andy said. “Right this way.” Andy graciously held out his arm, his hand indicating we should go into the first room.
We walked into the little room, he sat down on the long padded bench, and I slid onto his lap. I slightly parted my legs and he rested his hand on my inner thigh. “You know you could make this a lot less expensive for me, right?” he said teasingly.
I leaned in and gave him a little sexy kiss as my breasts pressed into his chest; I knew he loved it when I did that. He’d just shelled out a lot of money and I wanted to ensure that he knew I appreciated it. “I know.”
“Have you given it any thought?”
A week ago, Derek asked to see me outside the club. It was a request that many of the guys had made over the past three weeks and it was something that I’d always resisted rather easily. However, I was slowly warming up to the idea with Derek. He came into the club regularly now to see me and he was always very generous. At first he wanted lap dances, but that had changed into him frequently taking me into the VIP room. The more time we spent together and the more I got to know him, the more I was open to his idea of seeing him outside the club. I was concerned about my job being an issue for him but he didn’t seem to have a problem with me dancing on the stage, giving lap dances to other men, and taking men into the VIP room. He wasn’t demanding any type of an exclusive arrangement; he only wanted to see me outside the club.
I slipped my arms around him, clasping my hands behind his neck. “I’ve thought about it, and we can try it, okay?”
His lips split into a big smile. “Really?”
“Yes,” I said shyly. “Where will you take me?” I teased.
“I’d love to show you my house.” I leaned in again and we shared another hot, passionate kiss. “I know it’s only been a couple of days since I’ve seen you, but I’ve really missed you.” He nuzzled my neck, giving me little shivers.
His words took me aback. This was starting to sound serious, maybe more serious than I’d originally envisioned. However, I had to admit I’d thought about him too. I dreaded the thought of spending my days off at home with my parents. This was starting to sound like a fun adventure. I’m in, let’s see how far he’s willing to go with this.
“I have the next two days off, do you feel like spending them with me? I said seductively.
His eyes got wide. “I’ll have to work a little, but I’d love that.” He leaned in and gave me another hot kiss. “Also, I got something for you.”
My eyes lit up. “You did?”
“Yes.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small black case and handed it to me. I slowly opened it up and revealed a sterling-silver tennis bracelet. I didn’t know jewelry that well, but it didn’t look like a $49 WalMart special.
“Oh, I love it, baby,” I squealed excitedly. He didn’t have to know I called everyone baby. “Help me put it on?”
“Of course.” He carefully removed the bracelet from the case. I gave him my wrist and he latched it.
“It’s so beautiful.” I held it up and little diamonds sparkled in the low light of the room.
“I love taking care of you, doing nice things for you. You’re becoming... special ... to me.”
My day had started out horribly, but because of Derek it was rapidly improving. He deserves something really good for this. I slid my hand down between his legs and gently rubbed his erection through his pants. I leaned in and sucked on his earlobe. “I’d like to make you feel special,” I whispered.
He grinned. “What do you have in mind?” he said huskily.
I wanted him. In that hedonistic moment I thought of going all the way with him. I knew we were heading that way anyway, but I decided to wait. I wanted our first time to be special, in a bed and not in some dirty, seedy little room inside a strip club. He was already really worked up, but I wanted to excite him even more. I gave him one more hot, deep kiss, our tongues playing inside each other’s mouths.
“I touched myself yesterday thinking of you, baby,” I purred.
“You rubbed that hot little pussy thinking of me?” he moaned.
“I got so hot and wet, and it was all because of you, Derek.”
“Will you show me how you did it?”
“You want me to,” I nibbled his neck, “you want me to touch my pussy,” my tongue made little circles on his skin, “while you watch?”
“Yes,” he croaked excitedly.
I slid off his lap and stood in front of him. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I reached down and unhooked my bra, freeing my large breasts. “Do you like them, baby? Do you like how hard my nipples get for you?” I pinched and pulled them until they stood proudly on my breasts.
“You know I do! You have such a beautiful body, it’s perfect”
Slowly, I slid my little thong down my tanned thighs, stepped out of it, and opened my long legs. “Do you see how wet I am, how hot and wet I am for you?” I ran my index finger through the lips of my vagina, wetting the tip. His eyes were glued between my legs.
“I love that hot, wet pussy,” he groaned.
“Do you want me to put my fingers inside it?”
“Yes ... God ... yes.”
I opened my legs farther and slowly inserted two fingers deep into my vagina. I could already feel my secretions oozing out and dripping onto my inner thighs. I wanted to tease him, work him up even more. I eased them in and out and little sloshing noises emanated from between my legs; the little room was now taking on the scent of my pussy. His eyes met mine again, and I extracted my wet fingers and made a sexy little show of licking them clean.
“I love how I taste, baby, do you want to taste me?”
“Yes ... please ... let me taste you,” he groaned.
I loved the look of lust in his eyes. I dipped my fingers deep inside my vagina again and used my thumb to gently rub my clit, and little lighting bolts shot through my core. I extracted my fingers, took a step forward, and held them up to his mouth. Greedily, he licked my wetness from my fingers.
“God, you taste so good,” he groaned.
“Do you like how wet I get for you, what you do to my body?”
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured.
“You wanna watch me get myself off, just like I did yesterday thinking of you?”
“Show me, baby.”
I reached down, unbuckled his belt, and undid his pants. He lifted his bottom up off the bench and I pulled his pants down so they were around his ankles. Then I slid his boxers up just a little so his thigh was exposed. “Do you want my hot pussy on you?” I teased.
“Yes ... God ... yes.”
I slid onto his thigh and slowly began to grind my wet vagina on it. I took his hands and put them on my ass and he roughly squeezed. “I love your hands on me, feeling me, feeling my hot flesh.”
I leaned in and gave him another hard kiss. I pushed my breasts into his chest and rubbed my hard nipples against his shirt. I moved my hips harder and faster on his thigh, pushing myself closer to going over the edge. “Do you like how I feel, baby, do you like how my hot wetness feels on your leg, baby?” His eyes were closed and he didn’t answer me, but I knew he loved what I was doing.
When his eyes opened, I pushed my hard nipple into his mouth and he gave it a few hard sucks. That additional stimulus was all I needed and I felt the waves of my orgasm wash over me. I collapsed into him and he held me tight in his arms. When my senses were back about me, we exchanged another hot, deep kiss.
“I’ve ... I’ve ... never been with anyone like you.”
“So you liked it?” I said playfully.
“I loved it.”
I gave him another little kiss. “It’s your turn now.”
I got on my knees between his open legs. His thigh was wet and shiny and I leaned in, extended my tongue, and ran it through the puddle to collect some of my secretions. Are you watching me, baby? I looked up into his eyes and we exchanged a little smile. “You ready for this?” I teased.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he said lustfully.
I reached up to his boxers and he lifted up his bottom, and when I pulled them down around his ankles his big cock slapped against his stomach. I had to admit it was really nice. I guessed it to be a little over seven inches with a nice big head and a thick shaft. Again, I had to resist the urge to take him inside me. Soon, but not yet, not here. When I leaned forward, his eyes got wide.
“Aren’t you going to use a condom like before?”
“I thought we could try without it, okay?”
His lips split into a big smile. “Okay.”
I put my hands on his thighs and took the head into my mouth, tasting his pre-cum. Slowly, I worked him into my mouth a little at a time. I wasn’t in a rush and I wanted him to really enjoy it. I worked him in deeper, ensuring my mouth stayed warm and wet. After a few seconds, my saliva was dripping down his shaft and a little pool had collected on his balls. I moved one hand to his chest and gently rubbed while relaxing the muscles in my throat. He slid a hand into my hair and lovingly stroked my long blonde locks. I loved hearing the little moans and pants that were coming from above me and I knew he was loving everything I was doing.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he groaned.
I relaxed my throat one more time and took him all the way down to the root. I wanted to tease him a little again so I moved my hands between my legs and slipped two fingers deep inside my pussy, getting them wet. I held them up to his lips and he sucked them clean. Even though I was going slowly and trying to make it last for him, his breathing changed and I knew he was getting close. I thought of stopping for a few moments to prolong the experience, but I didn’t. This was for his pleasure, so I let his cock slide up and wrapped my lips tightly around his head. His hips began gently thrusting.
“I’m there ... I’m there...” he warned, his hips bucking.
I kept my lips secured tightly around the head and let him use my mouth as he wanted. Strong shots of semen hit the top of my throat and I held still while he kept gently thrusting until the hot bursts subsided. I held his cum in my mouth without swallowing, savoring the gooey mess. His cock began to soften and I let it slip out of my mouth. I waited for several seconds, giving him time to recover, and our eyes met. I gave him a little smile and swallowed, ensuring that he’d see me do it, and then I made a little show of showing him my empty mouth.
“That ... that ... was just amazing,” he gushed.
“I’m glad you liked it,” I said shyly.
Our eyes remained fixed on each other and a serious expression broke over his face. “Can I ask you something, something personal?”
This sounded a little ominous, but I wasn’t going to say no. “Yes, you can.”
“I know you have to have a stage name to work here, but will you tell me your real name?”
Oh. Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. However, if we were going to do this, spend two days together, I supposed it was only right that he knew my real name. “My name is Jenna.”
“Jenna,” he repeated. “That’s much better than Madi.”
“I’m glad you like it, Derek,” I whispered.
“Where do you think you’re going, Jenna?”
My Mom had that tone in her voice that seemed to indicate I’d done something wrong. “I’m going over to my friend Candace’s house, remember? She’s going to show me one of the Dallas malls and we’re going to have a sleepover–”
“I remember that. But do you remember that today is the anniversary of Grandpa’s passing? You’re going to church with us, we’re going to have lunch, and then we’re going to his gravesite.”
“Yes but...” Shoot! I was going to go meet Derek! How can I get out of this? “Mom, I can’t, I made plans,” I whined.
“Shopping and hanging out with your friend is more important than being with your family on this special day?” she said sternly. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
She’s right. There’s no way to get out of this. She continued, “We’re going to mass, we’re going to lunch, and we’re seeing your grandfather; you can see Candace or whoever after that.”
Defeated, I texted Derek about the delay. He understood, telling me family must come first and we’ll still have plenty of time to get to know each other.
“Grammy, I thought you didn’t like coming to church.” We sat in the pews before the service started. “You told me God scares you or something.”
She clasped my hand in hers. “He does scare me, child, but I came for you. Your mother told me about your job at...” she looked around furtively and continued in a whisper, “... that restaurant.” She gave me a very concerned look. “You know, you barely talk to me anymore, it’s like you’re consumed with your job and your new life. You know that I will love you whatever you do, but I want you to live a proper life and not get mixed up in all these worldly things. Your soul is important; you need to make sure you’re still serving God. Honey, I don’t think that job is right for you. A restaurant named for breasts? How is that serving God?”
Oh, wow, thank you for the guilt today! Just what I needed.
“Grammy, it’s just a restaurant, it’s just a job. Maybe I’m bringing God with me when I work.”
“I hope so, child. For your sake, I hope so.”
I wasn’t able to get away from my family until almost 3:00. It had felt good to be with them and make them happy, but I couldn’t help but think that I’d wasted more than half the day. Derek had texted me his address and it was about a half-hour drive to University Park, one of the most exclusive suburbs of Dallas. It was also an interesting coincidence that he lived only a couple of miles from the SMU campus.
When I pulled up in front of his home, my jaw dropped. It was a massive brick structure in Earth tones of off-brown. There were two large trees in the yard with well-manicured grass and small green shrubs following the semi-circular driveway. I almost felt bad, messing up his aesthetic with my dumpy car as I parked it near the front door.
Because I’d told my mom I was visiting a girlfriend, I couldn’t dress too sexy. So I did my hair and make-up in a more casual, demure style, and wore my new Boho twist peekaboo mint-green sundress. The short hem fell on my upper thighs, and the deep cut put just enough of my breasts on display to be sexy and playful without coming across as too slutty. The little frock tied in the back and left a large area exposed, so I couldn’t wear a bra; however, my breasts were firm and perky so I didn’t really need one. To complete the outfit, I chose a little white-lace thong and my new four-inch Gennifer wedge sandals. I loved that the toe was open to show off the pedicure that I’d gotten a couple of days before.
I was just smoothing down my dress in the driveway when he opened the front door and came out to meet me.
“You look stunning,” he gushed.
I smiled and did a little twirl, showing him just a hint of my bottom and all of my tanned thighs. “Do you really like it?” I said shyly.
“You look good enough to eat,” he said slyly.
Jane
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