Strip Club Memories

Strip Club Fantasy

2004-12-01T01:28:00.000-08:00

I pulled up to our local hangout. A ABC Liquer Bar in Jacksonvile, Florida. A few of my brothers were hanging outside. We belong to a national motorcycle club. As we were shooting the shit out front drinking some Bud longnecks, this young kid pulls up on a brand new Evolution Harley, the first year they came out. He was dressed out in new leathers from head to foot. Couldn't have been more than 18 years old. Not that 18 was that young, shit at the time I was only 21. But you could see this nerd was not street smart. I grew up hard in the streets, fighting and and working hard to keep alive and stay in school. This punk had every thing given to him. He came over and started to talk with us, I winked at my brothers and humored them by sarcasticaly talking with the nerd. No sooner then he went into the bar, my Brother Little John, walked over to the nerds bike and rode it the two blocks to one of our bitches house. He was back before the punk came out. So we went into the bar and sat in the back . The punk joined us. After a few minutes, I said, I'll be back, I got to check on the bikes. The kid walked with me. I told him, ya got to keep a eye on your bike. Lock it up real good, thier are fuckheads out there that love to take anothers machine. He agreed. The look on his face when we got out side was unbelieveable. It took all my self control to stop from laughing. He called the cops, they came, they wanted to accuse us, but shit, the kid was our aliby!

Two weks later the kid came back around with another bike. The insurance company had paid it off. This time he used the neck lock and a chain around the rear tire and frame. We walked in the bar. The kid said, I would like to se them get this one. We all agreed. Little John went to take a piss. He left thru the back door, and was back in less than 6 minutes. This time he used bolt cutters and only wheeled the bike into the storage room behind the bar. He came out and sat with us. SLim Jim said, hey kid, your hanging around, make your self usefull, go check the bikes. As soon as he left, we all snickered, but managed to act outraged when he came back hollering bloody hell. Cops were called, the kid swore we never left his side or made a call.

I took the punk, his name was Rodney, or just Rod to his friends! Can you believe that, anyway, I took him outside and had a talk with him. I told him this time, when they give you your insurance money, buy a used bike, this way it wil be safer, no one steals ours, right? He agreed. I had just the bike for him, made from a bunch of wrecks we had collected! He asked about the club, how to join and stuff like that. I gave him a load of shit. For one thing, he would have to pick up the tab when he was with us. He would have to mow our yard, wash our trucks, clean up after parties and most importantly, get some of his teeny booper girlfriends drugged up and offer them to us. He readily agreed! SO I told him to bring a little honey tomorrow night since it was going to be a Friday night. He said he knew just the one.

Friday night Rod showed up in a bran new Ford custom van with this fine looking little cunt. Her name was Liz and she was already high as a kite. I wasted no time, I opened the side door and sat in a big plush captains chair in the back. Rod and Liz came into the back too. Rod gave us each a beer from the refrigerator in the van. Liz was a cutey. SHe was skinny as a rail and had smal pointy tits, she looked no more than 13, but Rod said she was 17. I told her to let me see her tits. She giggled and pulled her t-shirt up and then down real fast. I saw lovely cone shaped tits tipped with cone shaped cherry red nipples. I said, come on , that was to fast. I said, take it off, she did. I said, she was beautiful, I knelt in front of her and kissed her. She responded. I felt up her tits, as I undid her jeans. I soon had them off and was fingering her hairy bush. SHe had her mound shaved for a bikini, but she was hairy! I spread her legs, one over each arm rest on the captains chairs and licked her pussy. I like all kinds of girls, I prefer medium built ones, mainly because thier pussies are always so tight. I find skiny girls and fat girls have big cunts. Liz had a big cunt. I went down on her and she was really easy to get off. She was climaxing just from my tongue, even before I got a finger into her. I managed to get 4 fingers up her puss and I decided I needed relief! I sat back in the captains chair, I unbuckled my keans and pulled them down to my ankles. I motioned to liz, she knelt in front of me. I get the same reaction when ever a cunt see myh cock. I barely have over 7 inches, but its thick, some girls have said it looks like a mushroom . My head is big, than I have a smaller shaft that gets thicker as you near my balls. Its as long and as thick as a 8 oz coke bottle. Not the biggest cock, but it satisfies me! Liz was in awe. She looked at it, her mouth watering. SHe touched it, making it jump, she licked at my precum, then she attacked it. She could barely get her mouth around the head, but I got to give her a A+ for effort! Like most guys, I love getting head, so I just sat back and let her do her thing. She licked my cock and shaft, my balls, really a great effort! I looked at Rod. He had his cock out jerking it off. It was a barely 5 inches and about a fourth as thick as mine. Liz looked up at Rod, she asked him if he wanted some. He shot her a wicked look. I laughed, I said, well, well, you like cock, Rod?

He said, no way man. Liz said, you do too, I know you do, you helped me suck guys all the time. I said, Rod, your a cocksucker? He denied it, I said, I woun't tell anyone, and she woun't ever tell anyone else either, right, Liz? as I grabbed her by both tits and pulled them. SHe screamed. I told her to shut the fuck up. SHe said, she wouldn't tell. I pulled my gun from my booth, I said, if you tell anyone what goes on with me or my friends or with Rod, I'll kill you, if your good, your gonna have the time of your life, every time you want it! I pulled her back to my hard cock when she agreed. I told Rod, go ahead and help her, he said, your serious, I said, damn right I am, I told him to come to me. WHen he was in reach, I grabbed his cock. I told him, same goes for you, not a word to anyone. I then took his cock into my mouth and sucked him to the balls! Liz looked up at me with my dick in her mouth and smiled. I sucked Rod till he came in my mouth, then He went down and helped Liz. Rod sucked a lot better than she did, so I took her in my arms and kissed her and played with her boobs. I then slid down in the chair as Liz mounted my lap and slowly inched my cock into her big but tight pussy. SHe said she had never been filled like this before, she rode me slowly then faster till I had to shoot! As she pulled off, Rod was there to clean me up and to lick her pussy clean. I asked Liz if she wanted more, she said, yes, so I told Rod to go in and get some of my brothers. He got dressed and left. I laid Liz down on the back couch and got on top, I fucked her till Little John came out, Liz gasped when she found out why he was called little John! John had a cock that made mine look like a pencil, maybe not quite, but he was huge! He fed her mouth as I fucked her pussy. I came again, and then Willy got on her, his cock was about half my size. He unloaded real quick, then Slim Jim showed her how he got his name when he slid his thin 8 incher up her ass. I waited till he came, then Liz sat on Little John, with him in her pussy after a lot of stretching! She laid on top of him and I forced my rigid cock into her cum coated ass. Will had his cock in her mouth. The brothers left after they came, leaving me with Liz and Rod. I made Rod lick her clean before I fucked her a final time. Liz was satisfied, but she was bleeding from the ass. She said, that happened last time she tried it and she had hemmroids, so it would quit bleeding soon. Rod took her home and then came back to the bar. I had him follow me to the club house, I locked up my bike and had him drive me to where my cunt of the week was working, a run down strip club. We went in and watched some of the girls dance, my cunt gave me $400, all that she made that night. rod and I left. I was horny as hell. SO before we left the parking lot, We got in the back of the van, and I had Rod suck me till I came in his mouth. I returned the favor to him and swallowed his dick too. He wanted me to fuck him, I had never fucked a guy and I had never been fucked, I told him some other time. But the thought of it got me horny after awhile. SO I said fuck it. We stopped at another strip cub, parked in the back and Rod sucked me for a while, then I fucked him. He was way tighter than any cunt, but it felt weird, good, but weird. After I came in him, he cleaned off my cock and then sucked me. I was rock hard instantly. He licked my balls and then he licked my ass. I never realized how sensitive my asshole was. Rod had me going. With me laying on my back in the captains chair with it reclined, I put my legs over the armrests and then Rod got betweeen my legs, I felt some pressure and than wham! He was in me and fucking me. He stroked my cock as he fucked my ass. I shot another load of cum, this one landing on my face and chest! Rod came in me for the first time. It felt great! I knew I would try this again.

Rod followed me every where. The kid had all kinds of money. One day I had him take me to Daytona to get some bike parts, on the way back to Jacksonville we stopped at his house. His fucking parents were rich! They weren't home, so he gave me a tour of this big old house. In his room, I sat while he went to do some chores he had to do. I turned on the big TV and it showed a great looking young girl. Just the way I like them, she looked about 14 or so, had big firm tits,, a little chubby, but far from fat. Her pussy was shaved bald! It was a video tape of this girl, posing and eventually using a toy on her self! I took out my cock and stroked it! From the talking on the TV, I found out, her name was Franny and that she was 14. Rod was her first boyfriend and she kept confirming that no one would see these pictures or video. You could hear Rod directing her. Telling her how to pose and act. Rod stepped into the picture, according to what was being said, they were taping her looseing her virginity! I watched as Rod had her suck his cock. It was the first time for her to do that too, before this time, she had given him two hand jobs. I watched as she tasted the head of his cock, she was about to take it in her mouth when you could hear some one calling Rod in the back ground. They both dressed real quickly. I rewound the tape . As it rewound, I seen a stack of pictures of Fran. Damn, she was cute! Rod walked in as I started to watch the tape again. He replaced my hand on my cock and started to suck me. I had him tell me about Fran. He said she was his cousin. He had made this tape the other day, he still hadn't fucked her or gotten a Bj yet. He went back to sucking me. I came quickly looking at this beautiful young babe! I told Rod I wanted to be her first. Rod said , no way, she is mine. I said, you want to stay around us or what? I want her, understand? He agreed reluctantly. Since his parents were away for a week, I told him to call her and invite her over. I explained my plan to him.

Fran arrived in about 20 minutes. I hid while Rod gave her a drink with two qualudes mixed in it. It didn't take long for Fran to feel them. I knew from experience, she would do anything she was told and not remember it or anything that happened to her. I came out and had Rod tape us with one of the first Video cameras that came out. I sat next to her on the couch and started to kiss her, I then felt her beautiful big firm tits. She offered no resistance as I took her shirt off. Her tits were fantastic! They stood out firm and strong. No sag at all. I spent a long time sucking on her big puffy nipples. SHe was moaning, her nipples were very sensitive. I opened her jeans and got my hand down the front of her panties, GAWD! her mound was still bald! It felt great! AS I reached her clit, she began to wiggle, she took deep breaths and I could tell she was climaxing. I reached her slit, she was soaked! I worked a finger in her, she poured out more juice! I took her pants off, then her panties. She was totally nude. I wasted no time in getting naked my self. Fran let out a small Oh my Gawd, when she seen my cock. She reached for it. I let her stroke it as I fingered her. I inched two fingers deep in her, I reached her hymen, it was really still there! I hadn't had a virgin in years! SHe was moaning and trashing about as my fingers did thier job. SHe never let go of my cock! I laid back and guided her head to my rigid cock. She licked the head, then stuffed it into her mouth. She bobbed her head for a while, then she licked up and down my shaft, finally licking on my balls with my directions. I wanted to cum so bad! I wanted her pussy first, so I laid her back and I spread her legs. I knelt between them and I dove into her pussy. She tasted the way only young girls can. SO fresh and clean! SHe was going wild from the climaxing. SHe was begging me to fuck her. I eased up her body, kissing her mounds, her belly, her belly button, her tits, her neck then her lips. My cock was poised at her moist opening. I was surprised when she grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her lips. SHe forced my big head into her small opening, yelping with the pain, but not stopping! She loked me in the eye and said, SO Your Dirty Tom, Rod has told me about his biker friends, it turns me on. SHe continued, next time you try to give a mikey to a girl, make sure she doesn't do qualudes first. It takes at least 4 to get me zonked! Two make me feel relaxed , but I still know whats going on. She was whispering all this to me. SHe told me, I might still be cherry, but I ain't nieve. I want a real man to take me, not some one like Rod! SO SHe wrapped her legs around me and forced me a little more into her. I gladly obliged! I started to work my cock into her, after about four inches, I felt her cherry give, she screamed , I went to stop, she said, don't you dare and pulled me in further with her heels on my ass. I was soon buried to the balls in her wonderfull pussy! It was so tight! I was in love! I stood still buried deep in her. I flexed my cock every few seconds, giving her a thrill. She liked when it moved in her. She was getting use to my size, she finally said, fuck me. So I gave it to her. I was surprised I lasted as long as I did. When I came, I started to pull out, she held me in , I could feel my cock hitting her cervex, SHe said, cum in me, please! DO it now. She was shaking from her own climax! Her mouth was wide open in a big O. I pulled out till the head was only in her, then I pushed all the way in till I hit the cervex again and held it there. I let loose! I held her as we both rode the wave of pleasure. We started to kiss. After a few minutes, my cock was still rock hard, I looked down as I pulled it out, there was a white foam all around my cock, it wasn't all cum, it was her lubricating juices, the cum came out when my cock head plopped from the tightness of her now stretched pussy. It leaked out in vast quantitiy. I didn't know I could cum so much! I sat back on the couch, sweat dripping off both me and Fran. Fran went to her knees between my legs and licked our juices off of my cock. SHe then got up and took my cock in her hand and sat on it! She put it in her again! She was riding me like no cunt had ever done before! This time I didn't last, I came really fast, Fran just sat on my cock till I got soft! Holding and kissing me.

Fianlly Fran sat back on the couch, she left her legs wide open. Rod who had been taping all of this, was also naked. He knelt in front of her and zoomed in on her stretched pussy. Fran opened it wider for him as she pulled the lips apart. Cum was running out of her bald cunt and leaking on the sofa. Rod set the camera up on a tripod and went over to Fran. SHe was laying with her eyes closed. WHen he touched her, she jumped and yelled, WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOUR DOING? Rod looked at her in shock. She said, if you want to touch me or anything, you better ask Tom, he is my guy now, so I will do what ever he says. I couldn't believe my ears. I told rod, give us a few minutes alone, I'll call you. rod went out to the pool and dove in. I said, you want to be my ol'lady? Fran said, yes, I do. I said we just met. SHe said, I don't care, I like you. SHe said, you don't remember me, do you? I said, should I? She said, your best friends with my dad, he retired from the club a few years ago. I said, no way, your Franny? GAwd! I remember you in braces and pigtails! Hows your dad doing? SHe said, he got killed in a wreck in Arizonia, thats why she and her mom moved back . I said holly shit. I remembered the threesomes me and Dave, Frans dad had with Marie, Fran's mother. Dave always kidded me about Fran having a crush on me. The last time I seen her she was 12 , in braces, skinny as a rail! My gawd! She has grown! Then I though, whats Marie gonna say when she finds out. Fran must have been reading my mind. She said, I know mom will be glad to see you. Mom, Kim and I only got back two weeks ago, but she feels funny about going around the club. I said lets see what she thinks about us. Fran said she will be happy, believe me. She is always telling me that your special. SHe and dad use to tease me about me having a crush on you. Mom said when I was old enough I could see if you would want me. I said, are you old eneough. Fran said, Mom was only 13 when she had me. Yeah, thats right, Maries is not even 30 yet! I said, Fran, I would be proud to have you as my woman, but you have to stay in school, get off the fucking drugs, no more qualudes, ok? Yes, she agreed. I said, what about old Rod out there, want to fuck him? She asked, would you mind? I said, not as long as I am here, if your going to be mine, there will be no cheating. If you want to fuck some one, do it with me there or where I can watch. If you want kids your own age, I want to watch that too. Fran said, Cool. I dream of all kinds of nasty sex, like you and my parents did. I was shocked, I thought we were carefull. Fran said, I use to peek at the three of you all the time. Theres so much I want to try! I said, like I said, we can do everything you want to, just tell me and I will set it up.

We called Rod back in. I told him, Fran is now my girl. Watch over her when I ain't there. Do a good job and you can have fun. Fran wants you to do her now. I took the camera and taped Rod and my little honey. Fran had him sit back and she sucked his cock till he exploded in her mouth. SHe kept him hard, laid back and Rod fucked her. SHe got another snatch filled with cum. Fran asked when Rod got off her. You going to clean me up like you did to my mom after my dad fucked her? I said, sure, she said, what about Rod, you gonna clean him to? I said, you seen that to? She said, yep, I like two guys doing it. So I sucked Rods cock clean. He then went down on me. Dave was one of the few bikers I knew who was bi like myself. As Rod was sucking me, Fran cuddled with me. I stroked her breasts. I asked, so have you been with another girl. She said, yeah, thats why I started to pay attention to my cousin Rod, see Liz told me about being fucked by a biker named Dirty Tom, I knew it was you, she told me my cousin introduced you to her. SHe also told me about the other guys banging her. It got me so hot! So Yes, Liz and I make it and there are a few other girls too. I said, now that will be interesting, she said, I can get you all the young stuff you want, but you better stay with me! I laughed, I said, I will! Rod was now fingering her as he sucked me. I told Fran, we will spend a lot of time together, soon as you get out of school, we will marry. SHe said, we don't have to wait that long, Mom can sign the papers when I am 16. I said, then when your 16, ok? She kissed me and said ALRIGHT!

We left Rod, I borrowed his van. I drove Fran home to see her mom. Marie fliped out when she seen me. She still looked great! Fran took her mom into another room, When they came back, both were smiling! Marie said, I knew you two would get together, so did Dave, he wanted you both to make a life with each other. SHe started to cry. I held her and Fran joined us. After a few minutes, Marie made some dinner. Fran asked me to do her a favor, she said, MArie hadn't been with a guy in two years, would I take care of her moms needs. I said, what does your mom want, she said, she doesn't want a new husband, she just wants some sexual relief with out any emotional attachements. I said, I could do that, will you be with us, Fran said, you bet. So after dinner, I was with two beautiful woman. Kim, Frans 12 year old sister was at a friends house. It didn't take long, Fran and MArie had it all planned. I was soon sitting back kissing my girl as her mother sucked my cock! Both got naked as we took the party out to the pool. I was amazed at how cool both mom and daughter were about sharing me. I fucked Marie in the pool, she was like a wild woman. We finished the fuck on some blankets on the grass inside the screen room. After I unloaded in Marie, Fran licked my cock clean and then to my surprise, she laid over her mother and they did a 69, fran licking my cum out of her mothers pussy. I don't know I survived with those two horny woman!

I moved in the next day. I had quite a bit of money from the tow truck business I owned, but not anything like the money that Marie had. Besides coming from a rich family, she collected over $200,000 from insurance from Daves death. I figured she was worth about a few million or so. I had maybe $400.000 with my trucks , business property and my house. We were pretty well off. The first week was strange. Kim walked in on us many times as I was screwing her sister or mother. SHe was a beautiful young girl, a little thin, and small tits that were really just big puffy nipples starting to develope, great looking for being only 12! SHe wanted in on the fun. We all sat in the living room. Marie said, if its ok with Tom and Fran, you can join in the fun, but this is our secret, ok, no one should know. Kim was excited. Marie herself video taped me taking Kims cherry. Kim was just as horny as her sister and mother. I was being worn out. I got Rod to join us. He became a regualr member of our house. Kim and him seemed to hit it off. I was glads for them. When Rod fucked his aunt for the first time it was a trip. He was so nervous. Marie raped that boy silly, showing him where his slender cock would fill her up completely. Rod was introduced to anal sex. He loosened up all three of them . I would fuck thier asses after he came in them to make my cock slide in easily. Marie started to go to the club house with me once in a while. Fran was a regualr fixture always being with me and the guys respected her. Betweeen Marie and I we selected Little John. He was single, no ol'lady except the two dancers he strung along for thier money. He was as kinky as me and bi and Marie liked him. SO I invited him over to the house one Friday. The girls were all swimming out in the pool in thier little skimpy bikinis. John and I talked about them. He said how can you stand being around all that pussy and not wanting to fuck all three of them. I told him, I do fuck all three of them. His jaw dropped. I said, you can too if you promise to keep this between us. No telling any other brother, no one. He said, your shitting me. I said, peel out of those dirty old Levi's and lets go see how much I am kidding. I stood up and got naked. He followed me. We went out to the pool. The girls got out of the pool. There was Maries with her big tits. They sagged just a little, but were still firm. Her pussy was shaven bald, her stomack flat with a few little stretch marks. Then there was my Fran, she was staring at Johns swollen cock, it was a lot longer than mine, by about three inches but not as thick. I have 7 so he had to have 10 or more! Fran with her firm boobs, bald pussy standing betweeen her mother and sister. Kim was last, she had a not even a handfull of tits, mostly puffy nipples. She was slender and had long legs. Her pussy had very little hair, she hadn't shaved it yet. Marie and Fran went to John, they knelt in front of him and double teamed his cock, first one sucking then the other. Kim went to my cock and sucked on it. Marie fucked John first, rode him till she climaxed, then my Fran got on top, she lowered herself down till he hit her cervex. she rode him and I could hear her pussy making squishing noises as it went up and down his shaft. Fran was climaxing. I shot a load deep into Kims pussy as John did the same to my future wife. WHen Fran got off of Johns softening cock, she sat back and spread her legs, I got between them, She was so lewdly spread, I could see inches up he pussy! There was gobs of cum coating her walls and running freely down her pussy to her ass. To Johns bewilderment, I licked her clean, getting my cock deeper that I ever had it in her stretched pussy. Kim was sucking on Johns limp dick. He was enjoying the sensations. John and Marie went into her bedroom, leaving me with my Franny and her sister kim. I watched Kim and Fran eat each other. I fucked both of them and then we crashed in mine and Frannies bedroom. John and MArie started to date. Fran enjoyed having John around, but she didn't like fucking him to often, he was to long and really hurt her cervex when he got going. Kim on the other hand, really liked the pain, she was always sitting on my or Johns cock. She was unsatisfiable.

We had a double wedding, MArie and John, Franny and me. For our bachelor party, John and I took turns on our girls and watched as the rest of the club gave them a gang bang they would never forget! We had a blast!

Bachelorette Party

2004-11-01T01:23:00.000-08:00

By Abstracter

Patty was hectically running around trying to get ready for her up coming wedding. The hall, the flowers, the cake, the guest list, the hotel arrangements for the guests, the food, and the list never seemed to end. With just three weeks to go, she did not think she was going to make it. Greg had tried to help but he never seemed to do any of the planning right so Patty just continued to do it herself. Patty wanted it to be perfect.
The dinning room of her apartment had become wedding central. A large calendar was hung on the wall with July 15th circled in red. D-Day. The Wedding. The table hadnt been used to eat on in months since the pile of brochures, magazines and notes grew as Patty planned the wedding details. At first Greg tried to tell Patty to relax and let him help her but after shutting him down multiple times he just stopped asking. Also she knew that he was frustrated in other ways too. To make the honeymoon special she had not slept with Greg since they got engaged. Even this was a price she was willing to pay to have the perfect wedding.
Patty let out a frustrated sigh as she reached for the ringing phone. Another interruption, she thought.
Hello. Patty said.
How is the future Mrs. Berret? Gregs voice was cheerful and relaxed and drove Patty crazy. How could he be so relaxed with so many things that can go wrong
Busy.
Do you want to go to dinner tonight A new restaurant just opened in town, how about going there? Greg asked.
Cant. Rachelle is coming over tonight to help me. Patty said as she looked over her list of things to do one more time. She could not believe that the list was still so long. When her eyes hit the entry about the cake she realized that she needed to confirm the order with the baker. Also, she needed to check with her Mom about Aunt Bettys allergies to make sure she didnt get the wrong flowers.
Patty, are you listening to me? Gregs voice cut through her thoughts, she was surprised that the phone was still in her hand.
I'm sorry Greg. It will all get better after the wedding. Ill talk to you later. Patty hung up the phone before Greg could say anything else. Dialing the phone she started making her calls. After a call to her Mom and two more calls to the Flouriest she got the flowers fixed. The call to the bakers put her plans into a tail spin. The baker could not find her order and if they had to take a new order they could not get it ready before the wedding. Patty was digging through her paperwork on the table looking for the information on the other bakers. She was putting together a list of other bakers that they had liked when the person on the phone told her that they found the order.
The rest of the afternoon flew by. Patty jumped when the doorbell rang. Pushing away from the table Patty thought, Not another interruption. With her list in hand she moved quickly to the door reading it. Looking up from the paper, she opened the door.
Youre still in your pajamas? Rachelle asked.
Looking down at herself, Patty realized that she had been so busy that she had not even gotten dressed today. Ive been busy.
You need to relax. Get dressed, were going out. Rachelle said taking Pattys arm and walking her down the hall.
No, Ive got too much to do. Patty said fighting to get back into the dinning room.
If you dont relax youre going to have a nervous breakdown and miss this big, beautiful wedding you are planning. Get dressed. You can take a few hours and go out. You havent been out of this house in weeks other then when youre running to get something to do with the wedding. Rachelle said as she opened Pattys closet and started to pick out outfits. Go get in the shower so we can get going.
No I cant. I have too much to do.
You have planned every detail, every conceivable thing in this wedding but you are going to be in no condition to make it if you dont take a break. Go out, have a drink and relax. It will give you a chance to come back with a clear mind. Rachelle said moving from the closet to Pattys dresser.
Patty decided that she could use an hour or two out of the house. Leaving Rachelle in her room she walked into the bathroom. Quickly stripped out of her pajamas and stepped into the hot water of her shower. As she stood under the hot water she felt bad that she had said no to Greg when he had called earlier. He would understand and probably be happy that she got away from planning the wedding for a while.
Walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and one around her auburn hair she found that Rachelle had laid out her clothes, a dress, stockings, panties and bra, on the bed. The red dress was the one she had bought as her going out dress. It was cut in all the right places and showed off a lot of leg. She had not worn it since before she had started dating Greg. The dress showed off her figure well before but with all the exercising she had been doing getting ready for the wedding the dress looked killer on her. With her hair and make-up done, she stood in front of the full length mirror admiring what she saw.
In the living room Rachelle was sitting on the couch talking on her cell phone.
I have to go. She said closing her phone. You look incredible, she said to Patty as she stood up.
I guess the working out has made a difference. I wish Greg could see me.
Lets go. Rachelle said taking Patty by the arm and leading her out the door.
Parked at the curb was a long, white stretch limo. The uniformed driver stood at attention by the back door. Standing up through the sun roof was Pattys other two friends, Debbi and Ebony. The two had drinks in their hands and waved to Patty and Rachelle as they walked toward them.
What is this all about? Patty asked.
Its your bachelorette party. Since you would not come to us, we came to you. We were supposed to be waiting at the restaurant for you but when Greg called and said that you would not come out, we came to you. Rachelle said as the driver held open the door to allow the two ladies to climb inside.
The driver was taller then Patty had thought from a distance. He was close to six feet tall, broad in the shoulder, which the uniform complemented very well. He offered a hand to Rachelle and helped her into the car. When he turned and offered Patty his hand she got her first look at his face. His dark hair and soft brown eyes gave his young face the impression of total innocents but the confidence in which he held his body and outstretched arm showed otherwise. Patty found herself blushing under the look in the young mans eyes. Taking his strong hand Patty did her best to slide into the limo without flashing too much leg or her panties. As she brought her legs into the car she found that the drivers eyes lingered on them as she fixed the bottom of her dress. She should have been mad, she was an engaged woman, but she found it exciting.
Debbi put a glass of champagne into her hand as she looked around the inside of the limo. The back of the limo was big enough for at least eight people. It had a bar, TV and DVD player in the console behind the drivers seat. The glass partition was down and Patty watched as the driver slid into the seat.
You are in for a great night. Debbi said in her excited voice. Patty could tell that Ebony was in one of her party moods which always led to a good time, if not great stories afterwards.
Where to ladies? The driver asked from the front seat.
I think we will start at Chaps and go from there, Guy. Rachelle said picking up her glass for a toast, To the lady of the evening, Patty. Patty watched the three of them emptied their glasses and followed suit. She watched as the partition between themselves and the driver slid shut. Quickly the glasses were refilled and the limo was on the move.
He is so young and cute. Debbi said pointing toward the partition. And the way he was looking at you Patty, Ogirl. He looked like a starving man looking at a five coarse meal.
Yea, he didnt look at us like that. Debbi said pulling a DVD from her purse. I brought us some entertainment for the ride. Patty was shocked when she heard the gaudy music and saw the name of the movie on the screen.
Stallions? Rachelle said reading it from the DVD cover. Men that were blessed with more then just good looks. Only you Debbi.
Come on. These guys are buff, muscular and hung like horses. Debbi defended her movie.
Patty watched as the movie opened with a shot of an office. Sitting behind a desk was a handsome man in a tight tee shirt with the name of a gym on it. The desk had some papers on it but he seemed distracted. Slowly the camera came around the desk to find a young lady on her knees under the desk giving him a blow job. Patty marveled at the size of the mans cock. It had to be twelve inches long and rounder then her wrist. The young lady took as much of it into her mouth as she could but its head is all that she could cover. Her hand stroked its length in time with the movement of her mouth. The womans hand looked tiny wrapped around the large muscle.
Now why cant Peter be hung like that? Rachelle asked almost more to herself then to the other ladies.
Is Peter, challenged in that category? Ebony asked.
No, he is good size but he is not large. Dont get me wrong, he is great in bed. He knows how to do everything right, it just I miss the full filling. Rachelle said.
Youve had one that BIG? Patty asked.
Do you remember Dave He was like that. The first time we were together I was terrified of it. I kept thinking that he was going to hurt me being so big but once I got use to the size, omy god, it was wonderful. He hit spots inside me I did not know I had. Rachelle said with a pink blush coming to her face.
Why did you break up with him? Debbi asked enthralled by what Rachelle was saying.
Everything else he did in bed sucked. He also turned out to be a bigger dick then he had in his pants. The girls laughed and their attention went back to the TV screen. The young lady was now on the desk on her back with her legs in the air. The man had his face buried between her legs.
You have never experienced anything until you have had another woman use her tongue on you. Ebony said. Patty was surprised by the comment. Ebony did not flaunt her lesbianism; she barely ever talked about it. They know just the right things to do.
My Berry is very good at it, too. He may not be the smartest man I have ever met but he is good in bed. His tongue should be put in the Sex Hall of Fame. Debbi said. One night he brought me off four times with just his tongue.
Four times? Patty asked in disbelief. I'm lucky if Greg gets it right once with his whole body. Patty could not believe that she was having this conversation with her friends. They had always talked about the men they dated but never got into these kinds of details.
You poor girl. Rachelle said patting her leg.
Dont get me wrong. Greg is good in bed. He is caring, tender and total into me but he just doesnt always get my parts to work just right. He tries and when I get to the point where I know he is not going to bring me off I fake it and finish after he is asleep.
How equipped is he? Debbi asked. Patty was always surprised by how straight forward Debbi could be.
I would say about this big. Patty said holding her fingers about four or five inches apart. Is that small I have nothing to compare it too.
You poor girl. Debbi said. Pointing at the screen she said, Watch this.
On the screen the man was now standing between the young ladys legs aiming his large member at her small opening. Patty watched in amazement as the young lady opened herself for him. He rubbed the large head up and down her wet slit until he found the opening and slowly, inched himself in. The sounds the girl made let Patty know that she was enjoying it. The sight of the large muscle piercing the young ladys body looked to large to possible fit but she kept pushing hard against him to get more into her. Just when Patty thought he would not be able to fit anymore into her he gave a final thrust burying himself totally in her.
I cant believe he fit. Ebony said.
Oh my god. I wish I was her. Debbi said finishing her drink.
The limo came to a stop and the door opened. Patty quickly turned off the DVD player and watched as the three ladies were helped out of the car. Patty took the hand that was offered her by Guy and climbed out of the limo. Chaps was a male strip club that the girls had talked about coming to but never seemed too had made it. The place had a reputation for being racy. Debbi led the women as they made their way to the doors. From inside the beat of the music could be heard pounding through the walls.
Walking thru the door, Patty found that it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dark inside. As her eyes adjusted, she could see a large stage along the back wall. A bar ran along the wall to the left. In the center of the room and to the right the space was filled with tables facing the stage. All of the tables where filled except a large one right up front.
We cant be in here. What if some one we know sees us This place is so sleazy. Patty said trying to talk over the music.
Patty could not believe her eyes when a waiter wearing nothing but a g-string met them as they stood at the door. Debbi gave the waiter a big hug, Hay, Billy.
Hello Debbi. We have your table ready up front. Follow me this way? he said and started for the large table. As he turned Debbi slapped him on his bare ass. The girls giggled as they watched the muscles of Billys ass as he walked away. He could not be more the 510and with his Mediterranean dark skin and dark hair he was the total opposite of Greg.
As Billy led them through the tables, Patty could see a reserved sign on the large table right in front of the stage. The ladies all took their seats with the help of Billy. He quickly took the drink orders and disappeared to fill them. The music was louder here by the stage then it had been back at the door. The stage lights came up and a gentleman in a tux stood in front of a microphone off to one side of the stage.
Are you ready ladies? The announcer said.
Yes! The crowd said back,
ARE YOU READY? The announcer yelled this time.
The yes this time was almost deafening.
Well tonight we have the hottest line up in town. The crowd screamed and applauded as the announcer tried to talk over them. The boys are ready. You are ready. So lets get this party started! With that Pinks song came blasting over the sound system.
Out on stage walked seven of the best looking men Patty had ever seen. They were all buff, handsome and in different outfits. There was one in a business suit, one in a construction worker clothing, a cops uniform, a sailors uniform, a football player outfit and a fireman outfit. They danced around the stage with each coming up to the front of the stage to show there wares. Patty quickly realized why Debbi had gotten this particular table. As the dancers came forward they were almost standing on their table; Patty could reach out and touch them they were so close. After each had had their time up front they paraded off stage.
Billy brought the drinks to the table and quickly passed them around the table. Along with each drink that they ordered he put down a shot glass. Rachelle picked up her shot and held it high as she began her toast. To our friend Pattys last hurrah, may her life with Greg be all she wants it to be.
Patty tossed back the shot feeling the burning of the drink as it went down her throat. The warmth of the drink spread quickly through her stomach and into her body. She could feel some of the tension and stress that she had been living on starting to leak away. Patty was happy when Debbi yelled to Billy to bring another round of shots.
As they were waiting from the drinks the lights in the club started to dim. The dancers came on one by one. Patty could not believe the way her friends where acting. The cop dancer came to the edge of the stage and Debbi put a dollar bill in his g-string with the mouth. As each dancer came out the women would go nuts and throw dollars bills at them, stick them in the men g-strings and grope them as they danced. As the alcohol flowed and Patty watched them dance she realized how excited she was.
A spot light lit the announcer, The next is our fireman, Stephen. The crowd went wild. Patty watched the curtain open slowly to show the man wearing a fireman uniform. Debbi yelled from across the table, You think that guy in the movie was big. Wait.
The music started blasting over the sound system and Patty watched as he began to dance to the driving rhythms. Patty watched as he slowly stripped out of his jacket to show a bare chest below. She was impressed with the well developed pecks and light covering of blond hair. Removing his helmet Patty got her first look at his blond hair that was just a touch lighter then the color of his mustache. Patty had always had a thing for blond men and with a chest like that Patty found that her excitement spiked. She could not wait to see the rest of him. Dancing up to the edge of the stage he slowly slid the suspenders that held up his pants off of his shoulders.
Patty found that her breath caught in her throat as she waited for him to rip off the pants. As he reached down and grabbed the top, Patty found that she could not move her eyes from his oiled and glistening body. With a quick flip of his hands the pants came off as he turned his back to the crowd. His muscular legs ended in the tightest ass Patty had ever seen. Patty swore he was naked until he turned around and she saw he was wearing a G-string. The only difference between his and the one the others were wearing was that his had a large, long pocket out the front to hold his manhoods. She was shock at the size of him.
Patty found it almost hypnotic that way it moved with the swaying of his body. Standing over their table Patty found her arm outstretched with a dollar bill in her hand. Stephen danced over and pulled the waist of his G-string away from his body to allow Patty to slide the bill in. Pattys fingers brushed to length of him as she drew her hand back.
I think Patty is in love, Rachelle said.
The women at the table laughed as they watched Stephen finish his dance. Debbi called over Billy to the table and ordered another round of drinks and seemed to ask him something by the way he shook his head. Looking at Patty his smiled and walked away. A few minutes later Billy returned with the drinks and stopped behind Patty.
Your private dance is ready. Billy said to Patty.
Excuse me?
The ladies have gotten you a private dance with Stephen. Billy said pulling out Pattys chair.
I cantI mean, Patty stammered as she let Billy help her up and led her to the stairs along the one wall. At the top of the stairs was a set of doors. Billy took her to the third one and opened it. Inside the small room was a large plush chair facing the door on the opposite wall. Billy led her to the chair and waited for her to sit down.
The rules are simple. No touching the dancer unless they say its ok. Billy said with a wink of his eye. Turning Billy walked out shutting the door behind him. Patty waited nervously in the small room. Looking around the room she found the walls a nice soft color, lit by a set of lamps, one against each wall. The chair she sat in was soft leather and felt nice against the skin of her legs. Reaching down she adjusted her skirt making sure that everything was covered as she crossed her legs.
Patty jumped as the door in front of her opened and Stephen walked in. All he had on was the G-string he had been wearing on stage. She couldnt help but watch the way his manhood swung as he walked. As he stopped just short of touching Pattys crossed legs, she had to force her eyes up to meet his. She was shocked at how blue they were. Music started playing from speakers hidden in the ceiling and Stephen slowly started moving to the music. With a sway of his hips, Pattys eyes were drawn to the movements. Stephen slowly turned around showing Patty his bare, tight ass.
Patty found that she was so excited that her panties were soaked. Shifting her butt in the chair, she tried to itch the scratch that was growing between her legs. The thought that passed through her mind was that she was afraid that there would be a wet spot on the back of her dress. Patty jumped as her attention was brought back to the nearly naked body moving in front of her.
Stephen slid his hands down his well developed chest and stomach. Patty loved the way his nipples seemed to harden as his fingers brushed over them. She just wanted to lean forward and take one in her mouth, to wrap her lips around the small nub and suck and lick it. Patty was so immersed in watching the muscles flex in his hairless chest that she did not notice Stephen hooking his fingers on the waist band of his G-string. Her eyes slid down his upper body to the skin slowly being exposed as his G-string slipped down his legs.
Pattys eyes locked on to the growing length of exposed manhood that Stephen was showing. It took Patty a moment to realize that he was shaved, allowing her to see all of the subtleties in the skin of his huge member. Pattys breath caught in her throat when Stephen was finally free. The skin of it was so white compared to the dark tan of the rest of his skin. Stephen swung his hips making his long cock swing from side to side in front of Patty. She did not realize that she had moved her hand until it was cradling the large sack hanging under the stiffening cock. She could feel the two balls inside shift as her hands touched the skin.
Looking up slowly she found Stephen looking down at her his eyes half closed. Finding courage that she did not know she had, she reached up with her other hand and wrapped her fingers around the large growing muscle, stroking it slowly. When the member was pointing her directly in the face she leaned forward and tentatively ran her tongue around its large head. The pre-cum glistened on the head as she plunged her mouth over the length while she still had the courage too.
Patty felt the muscles in her mouth ache as she opened it enough to take him in. She had never felt anything like it before. She had given Greg a blow job a few times but he had never filled her mouth like this. With less then a third of him in her mouth, it hit the back of her throat causing her to pull her head back. With Stephens hands softly on either side of her head, she began to slide her mouth back and forth. She could not believe she was doing this.
Stephen gently stepped back and dropped to his knees in front of her. Looking him straight in the eyes Patty was embarrassed about the saliva running down her chin from what she was just doing. Stephen surprised her by pressing his mouth hard against hers in a kiss that made her toes curl. His tongue glided across her lips making her breath out into his mouth. When their lips parted Patty felt light headed. When Stephens hands pushed her back into the chair she went willingly. With her eyes still closed she felt his hands slide up her legs spreading them apart as they went.
When Stephens hands reached her tights Patty let out a moan that was filled with such need that is surprised her. She had never before needed to be touched so badly. She needed relief from the pressure that was building between her legs. When his hands made it to her panty covered crotch she forced up her hips to increase the pressure on her pussy. The feeling of his hands just seemed to make the pressure inside her worse. She jumped when Stephen ripped her underwear off with one hand. His fingers quickly found their way between the hot, wet folds of her sex making her tingle all over. The soft movements of his fingers made the already sensitive spots of her sex even more sensitive. When Stephens finger found her opening and slid into her she had an orgasm that took her breath away.
As the after shocks of it made its way through her body she felt a new sensation, Stephens breath on her sex. Her clit exploded with sensations when his warm tongue brushed around it in small circles. Each time he circled it he would make the circle smaller and smaller until Patty wanted to cry out. Just when she thought she was going to come again he would repeat his attack. Patty could feel her own juices running out of her around his finger as it pumped into her. Stephen slowly inserted a second finger into Patty. She liked the feeling and moaned loudly. After a few strokes he added a third and fourth. Patty loved the full feeling it gave her.
Her own voice surprised her when she moaned, Fuck me.
Stephen slowly rose up and aimed himself at her wet, excited pussy. Patty was amazed at how large the head looked as it slowly parted her sex. She could feel her muscles stretching to accommodate the hunk of meat being pushed into her. With a pop the large head made it in. Without thinking her hips shifted to take more of him into her. Despite the discomfort of the large intrusion, she wanted more. She wanted it to fill her until she would burst.
Stephen moved slowly at first but his own need quickened his pace. With each thrust he pushed further into Patty. Her muscles began to relax making it easier for him to enter her. With one mighty thrust Patty felt Stephen hit the opening to her uterus and entered it. With her body tingling and her breathing coming in short deep gasps, Patty came for her third time. She had never come more then once in any given day before.
She wanted Stephen even deeper inside her but she knew it was not possible. With each thrust of Stephens hips Patty would push back against him. She realized that it would never be the same with Greg. He would never be able to give her the feelings that she was having now. Closing her eyes Patty rammed herself into Stephens onslaught. Patty could feel Stephen growing harder inside of her but was not ready to let him finish.
Through her gasps of breath she said, Please sit down. I want to ride you.
Stephen eased out of Patty and stood up offering her his hand. As Patty stood up she realized for the first time how tall Stephen really was. She only came up to his chest and looked him right in the nipples. Tilting her head forward she kissed the skin of his chest. His skin glistened with a light covering of sweat from the exertion of the last few minutes. Running her tongue back and forth across his chest she found his nipple.
The small nub was erect and waiting for Pattys mouth. Using just her lips Patty kissed each one, listening to the changes in Stephens breathing. Stealing his technique from earlier she started making circles around each nipple making them smaller and smaller with each pass until she reached the tender borders of each. Quickly Patty wrapped her lips around the nipple and sucked hard. As Stephens knees tried to buckle under him his manhood jumped bumping Patty in the stomach. Reaching down Patty wrapped her hand around the hard member and stroked it as she continued her assault on his nipples.
Without warning Stephen stepped away from Patty almost making her fall over. Reaching out Stephen pulled Pattys dress off over her head. Stepping around her, Stephen sat in the chair and held his huge cock in one hand and his other out to Patty. She took his hand and straddled his legs. Using both hands she opened herself as she lowered onto him, inch by inch. This time he slid into her easier. After a few quick, short strokes she plunged hard down onto him filling herself fuller then before. Stephen moans as his hips lift Patty off of her knees.
Quickly the two are covered in sweat and Patty can feel her forth orgasm of the day coming on. After just a few more strokes she feels Stephen starting to pulse inside of her. As Patty feels the first wave of her orgasm starting to crash over her Stephen cries out as his own orgasm starts. Patty can feel the hot seaman firing deep into her. Pattys head starts to spin as she reaches the apex of her orgasm. When she could finally catch her breath, Patty collapses down onto Stephen feeling the hot skin of her chest pressing against his. As the raise and fall of his chest began to slow down Patty lifted her head to look into Stephens eyes.
That was incredible! Patty said.
Stephen leaned forward and kissed Patty gently on the forehead.
Consider that your wedding present. Stephen answered.
How did you know I was getting married? Patty asked.
I am a gift from Greg with Debbis help. He thought you needed to relax. Stephen answered.
Patty could not believe her ears. She would have to find an equaling special gift for Greg.

Sex for Sale

2004-10-01T01:25:00.000-07:00

Now what was I going to do? The question struck to my core. For
months, I had been making pretty good money selling adult novelties in
people's homes, much like Tupperware parties, except, well, not just
anyone was invited. And this is what happens when you don't know your
hostess.

My husband, Steven, and I had needed some extra money, and a small
article in our newspaper had piqued my interest. I'm sure Steven would
admit that it piqued his as well. From Steven's perspective, he lost
weekend days and nights with me, but he gained by testing the wares and
hearing my stories of women's reactions during my demonstrations. And
although I told my customers that all transactions were strictly
confidential, I always shared with Steven what our friends and neighbors
bought. It was wickedly fun and led to some good sex.

My first few jobs had been very difficult. The company I represented,
although having a great product line, didn't have a suggested list of
people for me to call upon for home shows. So, that meant I had to
start with my friends. This had been awkward in my somewhat
conservative social circle, but, everyone enjoys sex... The sales got
better, and pretty soon, I was into the third and fourth generation of
shows from people who had attended my earlier ones. I learned that to
sell my items, it was important to put the ladies at ease, and, at
times, to non-provocatively demonstrate what the gadgets did, or how
they were worn. The biggest selling point had been suggesting how the
items could be used to surprise their husbands, to turn the humdrum of
marital status quo into a night of fun and passion. The parties rarely
got out of hand, and generally only when liquor was involved. But,
polite or raunchy, I had learned how to make it fun. And besides, it
was among girls, often with others much more open than I was about
sharing my sex life with others.

It normally took one to two hours for "some show, more tell" of my
various products. Then, I would retreat to a bedroom, where each of the
women would enter to purchase their items privately, so that no one
would know what she had purchased. I kept a stock of all the "toys,"
but some sizes of lingerie I had to special order. But overall, my
sample bag and boxes included what seemed to sell the most. Making
$1,000 to $2,000 per show was quite nice, and it had recently begun to
get very easy, almost second nature.

Women who chose their friends to attend such a non-conventional affair

generally selected those who were either randy to begin with, or had a
desire to be randy for a change. I had learned in idle conversation
with my customers that the ones who spent the most money had told their
spouses where they were going. Their "credit limits" were
enthusiastically removed by their husbands as a result. Further, I
encouraged the hostess to provide wine, which definitely seemed to
soften inhibitions. Sales were steady, and steadily good. I just
couldn't let my mom or anyone else take a close look at all the
cardboard boxes in my garage and basement. Yikes.

My "hostess," Claire, who had sounded perfect over the phone, had said
that she would invite a good sized crowd that she was sure would be
interested in sex products. As I had driven to her home, her neighborhood
had spoken of wealth, as did the cars in her driveway. But it was only
after I had arrived that Claire explained that, after talking it over with
her husband, that he had felt more comfortable inviting his friends
than she did hers. Then she had picked up her purse, and headed out
for dinner with the girls. The wives thought only that the men were
getting together for their normal Saturday night college football game
and maybe some cards.

Doing a show for men was definitely out of my "comfort zone," and I had
begun the evening...terrified. So much for confidence. There were
seven men, with another expected to arrive. Beers were popping before
Claire had made it to the door. To put it bluntly, I had the fear of
being raped, as there was no way of escaping an atmosphere of "sex," which,
although not literally, was what I was selling. But the men's good humor
had won me over, at least enough to proceed, and several had seemed more
interested in the football game. So, it all began more manageable than
I had feared. I began with the basics: bra's, panties, garters. There
were general whoops and hollers as I held them up, explaining the colors
and sizes available. I gave each man an order form which listed each
item, so that they could check off those in which they were interested and
make notes. I was pleased to see frequent pen movements.

I had to endure a few catcalls, as I held up a see-through body suit,
or a bra with holes cut out at the nipples. They kept joking that they
couldn't make a decision without seeing the fit. Yeah, right. So, I
played to the audience with suggestive talk, but leaving the goods to
their own imaginations.

With the promise of a good sale, I had just wrapped up most of the
clothing items and was just beginning the vibrator selection, when the men
broke to refresh themselves. Meaning more beer. When they gathered
again, the husband of the hostess, Lou, posed a question. "I'm very
interested in what you've shown us, Hayley, and the prices seem
reasonable. But, if we were to pay double your price, would you show
us your products...more intimately ? What about it, guys?" His question
was met with an enthusiastic response from the others, apparently a
collusion decided upon during our "break." My first reaction was, "Yeah,
right." But...

My resolution faltered to my current dilemma. This job suddenly had the
potential of paying a lot more than my usual 40% commission. But I couldn't
answer based solely on financial terms. If my husband found out... He had
been thrilled to hear me recount each session of who bought what, but how
would I explain this night? Think it through. They were asking me to model,
but, a bra was a bra. Panties, garters...no big deal. Exposing my
nipples in a cutout bra would be more fun than embarrassing. I think.
But to model a vibrator would mean... No way! I wasn't going to show my
cunt to a bunch of strangers... Was I? But I just couldn't! Could I?
I realized that my cunt was primed. The words "thinking with my dick"
quickly came to mind, but I shoved them aside, however appropriate they were
for the wetness between my legs.

I had been looking at the floor while I had considered this, but as I
raised my eyes, Lou saw that he had me. But he couldn't "have" me. Yet,
he did. The money was enticing, and so was the idea of showing a bunch of
men my 38 C's. Steven had hardly given me a compliment on my body in months,
maybe a year. Yes, they had me, to a point. But rules were going to be necessary.

"Okay," I allowed with a devilish grin, "but here's the rules. First, I'm
married. There will be NO sex." I looked at each of them to see that
this registered. "But, any product you're interested in, I'll
demonstrate. But you agree to buy that item at twice the price.
Further, I'll start with an imprint of your credit cards, and we'll
record the sale BEFORE I demonstrate it. And, I'll only pull three
items from the bag at a time. They all have to sell before I pull out
any more. When an item doesn't sell, we stop." Let them consider the
expense...

Lou looked thoughtful and then countered, "That sounds fine, except,
considering the price, we get to try the goods - we dress you, we get
to," he paused, considering, "TEST the vibrator in you, and whatever
else you've got in the bag. But if we use it, we'll buy it."

A small voice withing me cried, "Nooooo!" But I wasn't interested in
listening to it. My hard nipples confirmed what my cunt was screaming
at me. This was like a fantasy that I didn't know I had. Control
remained the issue. This could get out of hand, but, still... I
wanted it. "Okay...BUT, you each have to line up your chairs at
least 10' away and stay there, except for the person buying the
merchandise." I could handle one on one.

Lou nodded. "Gentlemen?" There was general agreement. But I wasn't
going to start with the vibrators. I pulled the bag of clothes closer,
that I had just showed them, and began by randomly pulling three items
out of it. I could see that Lou, at least, appreciated the sales
tactic in the move. "Okay, Hayley, we'll start with the clothes. But
there's no dressing rooms here."

Be still, my racing heart. I gave him my best come hither look, and
replied saucily, "Obviously, assuming you're brave enough to dress me."
My voice sounded much braver than I felt. I would normally have the
hostess do most of the modeling, if any were needed, as part of her
duties for the $200 worth, or 10%, of products that she could choose
for inviting her friends, providing refreshments, etc. And it added to
the fun when the ladies knew who it was that was modeling. So, I hadn't
come here prepared to be undressed. But, I suppose it doesn't really
matter, except that my plain bra and panties would show that I wasn't
practicing what I preached... The clothing was laid out, so I offered,
"Who wants to be first?" Lou, of course. Approximately 45 years old
and full of executive level confidence and swagger. He walked towards
me and picked out a bustier. I had him record it on his sales sheet.
It was a good thing I had given them pens. I wouldn't want them erasing
orders after this.

My skin began to feel hot as I turned my back to the men to undress.
Shoes. Off. Blouse. Off. Skirt. What WAS I doing? Off. Panty
hose. I need to remember to wear garters next time. I'm sure they're
disappointed. Next time? I'm getting way ahead of myself here. I
reached back and unfastened my bra, noticing for the first time the
silence in the room. Just the sounds of their suddenly heavy breathing
and a faint football game in the background. This was, more or less,
the pivotal point.

Looking over my shoulder, I made sure that everyone but Lou was still
in their seats. They were. This was misunderstood as a tease, and they
Said a few things that I could only imagine might be appropriate in a strip
club. Then they got silent again, hoping, I suppose. Looking down at the
top of my breasts, smooth and tan, I decided that I did want to tease them.
I looked over my shoulder, smiled, and dropped my bra, which was followed
by a chorus of cheers. Panties. I worked them off my hips and down my
legs, my bare ass facing the men. I realized that by being the tease, I
maintained control, or at least I hoped. But it kept them in their seats.
So I wiggled my butt as I reached for the bustier.

"Forgetting something?" Lou stepped beside me, and slowly lowered
himself to one knee, eye level with my cunt. The tease in me suddenly
departed. I don't know what shade I was, but I couldn't imagine there
was a brighter red in the universe. He held the bustier at my feet
so that I could step into it. Thank goodness I was low on inventory
on the ones that snapped in the crotch and hadn't brought them. Then
he rose, slowly, eyes level with the outfit as he raised it, eyeing
my cunt closely as the outfit caught between my legs, then stretched
over my abdomen, and finally, up to my 38C's where he jiggled the cups
just enough to cover my nipples, while briefly pinching one nipple between
his fingers, the sly dog. He then turned me around to face the others
while he zipped my back side, making the bustier fit closely to my form,
and thrusting my breasts upward. I adjusted it slightly so that my
breasts remained comfortably in.

Aside from my husband, I hadn't been naked in front of another man,
aside from doctors, since my college days, 14 years ago. I had
forgotten over the years of my marriage those moments of embarrassment
when a man sees me naked for the first time, which were followed by
pangs of excitement as his eyes devoured my body, hungry for the gift I
was giving to him. And while I wasn't giving myself that way, Lou's
slow inventory of my body reminded me of the power the female form held
over men. By comparison, his attention made my husband seem to take me
for granted. THIS was a turn-on.

With great pleasure on his face, Lou said, "Ahem. I believe you were
supposed to model also." I took a breath and then walked closer to the

men, struck a pose revealing my cleavage, turned around, and struck
another pose. This sale was done. Forty, no. Eight dollars in the
bag. The room became quiet again as I moved near the two remaining
clothing items. Their faces were staring towards my crotch. With a
glance downward, it was then that I noticed that I hadn't shaved my
cunt recently, and my brown hairs were peeking out liberally from both
sides of the thin strip of material that "covered" my crotch. It
couldn't be helped now.

And so it was that we began working through the bag. I had repacked
the bag randomly, so there was a mixture of provocative and,
relatively, conservative clothing in each mix of 3 items. This became
so much the case that they began bidding against each other for the
more revealing outfits, and then had to take turns buying the plainer
sets to spread the costs. And they were motivated to buy all the clothes
so that they could get to the toys. However they split their
purchases, it suited me. It totaled the same. One guy took out a cell
phone and made a phone call before I could stop him, so I requested
that we not invite anyone else. Those that were here or due to arrive
was as much, and I hoped not more, than I could handle.

There was no doubt that they had to be getting more satisfaction here
than at a strip club. As they took their turns, their hands covered me
from my feet to my neck, and each man had seen all that there was of
me, so the more exotic outfits became easier to try on. The shyness
melted, although I felt unusually conspicuous among a group of fully
dressed men.

But after the first few men, it didn't matter if they saw my nipples
through a bra, or all of my body through a see through body suit.
Besides, It became clear that buying the merchandise was an excuse just
to grab a feel. I was unnerved at first, but being desired by a group
of men was a feeling that, I had to admit, was...delicious. So I
playfully reprimanded them when they grabbed a tit, or slid a finger
between my legs when pulling up panty hose. Limitations had been set,
although it was unnerving to hear a man talk about how wet his finger
was after briefly touching my sex. And it was true. I just couldn't
let them know how good that brief touch felt, and it was a struggle to
keep my body from shivering in response.

The last outfit was the plainest, a simple bra and panty set. Blue
satin, with revealing cuts, but not uncomfortable to wear. As if that
would even occur to them. My nervousness wasn't extreme, however.
The men had kept to the rules. And besides that, they were having a
good time, and were generally acting...nicely.

As I moved the two toy boxes to the table, I realized just what lay
within. They didn't. I hadn't paid attention to the what they were
discussing, but then Lou spoke up. "Hayley, instead of you setting the
items out, how about we take turns and grab something from the bag,
which we will buy." That seemed reasonable, and it would avoid their
debating who was going to buy what. That would speed things up, maybe,
and everything depended on me keeping control of my responses. And I
my cunt spoke loudly of what it wanted.

Lou went first, and seeing what he had chosen, furrowed his eyebrows.
This was a sale that his wife would probably never see. I hoped the
$50 was worth the experience. I curled my finger to bring him towards
me, and asked him to remove my bra, which he did, gladly. I opened the
box of what was called a nipple enlarger. I had tried it once, and it
didn't do much for me. It included small rubber rings and a hand pump.
"Place the rubber ring on the long throat of the pump." He did. The
rubber ring was tight against the throat and, he couldn't move it far.
I guided his hand to my breast, and placed the suction end of the pump
around my nipple and firmly against my breast. "Start squeezing,
slowly."

Of course, when I had tried it, I was alone and was nowhere close to
turned on. As my nipple was drawn into the tube, the sensation was
exquisite. My nipples are normally about 3/8" long, but after a few
squeezes, the length doubled as it was drawn inside the tube. It was
hard to speak. "Okay. Be careful not to break the seal, and move
rubber ring off the end." He understood, and just as he moved it off
the end and onto my nipple, he gave the pump a hard squeeze. My mouth
just hung open as the sensations took the interstate from my nipple to
my cunt. My nipple was red, long, and caught in an exquisite pinch by
the rubber ring. As I regained some composure, I realized that Lou was
starting on my other nipple, which ended with a similar result.

Lou was smiling. I was hoping he was happy, because he now owned it.
Another of the men asked a question, which came to me through a
clearing fog. Kevin, that was it. "Other than a torture device,"
everyone laughed, "why would someone want that?" Fair question. I
reached for my blouse and put it on. "It's generally for women with
smaller nipples that want to show a little something through their
shirt. As I looked down at my exaggerated nipples poking into the
shirt, I added, "In this case, it could be used if a
woman wanted to look promiscuous or obscene." They nodded some
understanding. But perhaps there were some more sales here. "Just
imagine if your wife met you at a restaurant or a bar like this..." The
thought carried to their imaginations, and Kevin, at least, made a mark
with his pen.

The sensations had ended with what I presumed to be numbness. Then Lou
asked, with a greedy smile, "And how do we get them off?" I rolled my
eyes and held his hands. "Carefully," I replied. I placed his left
hand around my breast to hold it against the pulling action required to
roll the ring off. He understood, and after adjusting his hand
unnecessarily on my breast, he began working the ring off. The
sensations once again flowed as the blood returned to my nipple. Soon,
both were on fire and bright fiery red.

Lou returned to his seat, and Max, probably in his late 20's and the
shyest of the bunch, took his turn. Bad luck on my part. Nipple
rings, but at least they weren't the clamps. He grinned as he opened
the box. The rings had two small balls on their ends which touched to
form the circle. The rings had been formed to compress at these
points, and Max approached my breasts. They didn't grip tightly, but
as sensitive as I was, they didn't feel particularly good. He played
with them briefly before all but jerking them off. "Owwww!" escaped my
lips. The shy one had a mean streak, or maybe he just didn't know any
better. Max apologized, I think sincerely, as he retreated to his
seat. He looked happy with his purchase, but it wasn't worth the $25 I
was going to get.

Morgan was next. He had been pretty quiet, but funny when he spoke.
About my age and attractive. Shoot, they were all attractive, but at
the moment, they were attracted to me. My ego soared. Regular
exercise for a mother of two had been well worth it. He reached into
the other box, and pulled out the item that I was probably most afraid
of. Thigh/wrist cuffs. I had to give a reminder. "All right
gentlemen. Remember the agreement. You stay in your seats."

Morgan had already opened the box, seen the picture on the cover and
was fastening a Velcro fabric around my thigh. Then he did the other.
I was standing, so he moved my right arm to my thigh, and fastened it
with another Velcro loop that was attached. Then he did the other arm.
I couldn't move, and I didn't like the loss of control. Morgan stepped
behind me and commented to the group, "I guess that's what bondage is
about. Once you tie her up, you can have your way with her." As he
said this, he reached around and grabbed both of my breasts, enjoying
the handfuls. Then he said, "I think I'll enjoy these," and undid my
arms. Whew. That could have turned out...how? I didn't want to get
fucked by almost strangers. Marital commitment, disease possibilities,
and...no birth control! It hadn't dawned on me about that. I had just
recently had my diaphragm removed when my husband had gotten fixed. I
had to stay in control, of them and myself.

Tall, dark, and handsome stood, and I couldn't remember his name. He
pulled out...tickling panties. Well, he was going to have to wash them
before giving them to his wife. He looked at me, curiously. I
explained, "They're kind of fun. They don't tickle, but they include a
vibrating pad in the crotch. The part you will probably like is that
they work with remote control up to 20 feet."

TD&H looked like he had won the lottery. He knelt down and lowered my
panties, exposing my cunt yet again. He held up the panties where
everyone could see clearly the shade of the material where it was dry,
and the darker shade where it was soaked. Thanks. I stepped into the
new panties, which he guided up my legs. He made a minor adjustment to
make sure that the pad was firmly set against my cunt, and smelled his
fingers which were wet with my juices. Thanks, again. He then sat in
his chair and told me to walk around. It was the knowing of what would
happen, and not the when, that gave to me uneasiness and to him a huge
grin. It jolted me. It was better than their occasional touch with a
finger, MUCH better. It built. It stopped. It began. It began
cycling between intense and annoying. That was enough. "I think a
minute is all I can handle of battery operated devices." I pulled the
panties down, wiped myself off a bit with them, and then handed them to
TD&H, which he quickly moved to his nose. While he was inhaling, I
couldn't help but add, "Enjoy. My husband does." That set the men
laughing.

Hugh was next, slightly round in the middle, and the only one in the
group who didn't know what the deal was when he arrived, aside from me,
that is. Another enthusiastic lottery winner. As he reached into the
same box, he added that he was hoping for something remote controlled.
Based on the way I had packed the boxes, he probably had a 50% chance.
He won.

This was one of my husband's personal favorites, and I told them so.
"It is a remote control egg. It has a little string attached to it so
that you can pull it out of your wife's...cunt when you're done. It has
a range of 30' - 40', and, I would add from experience, makes my
husband eager to go mall shopping with me." This was greeted by an
assortment of cheers, which I lost appreciation for as I realized that
Hugh was ready for me to spread my legs so that he could insert his
toy. I couldn't yet face doing this with everyone watching, so I
stepped around to the back side of the table, hopped up, and turned
myself away from the others so that only Hugh could see.

This was met by "boos" from my admirers, but, heck, they hadn't even
found the regular vibrators yet. As I spread my legs, I asked myself
if it was worth the $100 I would receive from Hugh, and I decided that,
yes, it was. Hugh pushed it in slowly, gently, with his eyes wide. He
looked thrilled when the tension of my cunt opening pulled the little
rascal in. He had me lay down on the table as he began to operate the
control. It felt marvelous, and I started counting to one minute, both
to keep my mind off the pleasure building within me and to be
physically able to move on to whatever was next. Hugh surprised me as
he placed his head at my cunt, his ear at my mound, listening for the
vibrating within. He shrugged his shoulders and turned the control on
full, wrecking my mental arithmetic. I could also hear Lou welcoming
two new voices. Great, the gang was all here. At least he explained
what was going on, accurately.

Hugh said, "This thing sure is quiet," and he began pulling on the
string. Slowly. I could only imagine the view as he saw my lips part
and the egg emerge, still vibrating, and now audible. I shook
slightly, the vibrations having felt almost too good within me. Hugh
moved closer to where I could see him, and licked the egg, adding,
"Thanks! Hayley," he added almost as an afterthought.

I took a deep breath, leaned up, looked over the newcomers, and lost my
breath. My husband, Steven, had gotten himself a chair and was sitting
in line with the others. He was wearing the biggest shit-eating grin I
had ever seen, and his hand was rubbing a stiff erection under his
pants. He winked at me, which at least meant he wasn't yanking my butt
out of there. Would he be mad? He didn't look it. I wasn't sure if
any of the men knew he was my husband, and I wasn't about to bring it
up. Still, it gave me a little security knowing that he was there.

The men were disappointed to learn that I didn't have any other remote
controlled items, but happy to learn that I had ample stock of those
they had seen. More pen movements. Incredible. Various vibrating
dildos came next. I knew I had two rows of them in the box. The other
new arrival was first. David. As he held up a purple jelly-like 7"
vibrator, he seemed right at home with the idea of walking into
someone's home, grabbing a vibrator, and inserting into an unknown,
naked woman's wet and swollen cunt. As I laid back on the table
again, I couldn't quite see his other hand, but, still, it was somehow
gratifying that he was probably rubbing his own cock through his pants!
As long as he didn't take it out.

The stroking within me felt really good, this particular vibrator being
a great fit, not too thick, not too long. I had just started raising
my hips to greet his thrusts when Lou said, "Time!". Drat. But, also
good. Who was next? I didn't care. As each man took his turn, I was
surprised to find myself so analytical. I had anticipated an
atmosphere of sex in the room. Now, I had to admit, sex did hang in
the air, the smell of mine. I had no idea that I could lubricate so
much, or that so many men would want to taste me by licking their
juices off their new toys. And I would definitely be able to commend
certain of the vibrators in the future. I had never quite compared
them against each other so...quickly.

I wasn't sure if Steven was play-acting when it was his turn, but he
did it all wrong. He knew the tempo I liked, and he wasn't giving it
to me. He seemed tentative, and the sensations building within
rebelled against tentative. I reached down to guide him slightly, but
he removed my hand and continued to frustrate me. I was actually happy
to hear Lou announce, "Time!"

Steven's turn was over, and it was Lou's. I think Lou must have been a
good student. He wasn't tentative, and in fact, was giving me just the
pleasure I desired. I was building steadily, and quickly began raising
my hips, because it felt so good. And naughty. A gasp escaped my
lips. The men were giving Lou encouragement to finish me off. He was
masterful with the strokes, but I couldn't quite get there. Then I
felt him place his thumb on my clit. And press. And rub. That was not
part of the demonstration, but I didn't care. I was breathing hard,
and I could feel my orgasm nearing. A "yesss" escaped my lips, just a
thrust away from cumming, when I heard "Time!" It was Steven. He did
that intentionally! He knew my body like the back of his hand, and he
knew that just the pause in action would step me down steeply. Lou
smiled at me, and said, "Hayley, you're close, and you know you're
going to cum before we're done." I just smiled. I certainly hoped
so, if my idiot husband didn't wreck things.

Everyone had a turn with a vibrator, and two men twice. Thomas, a
graying 40-ish, distinguished looking man, reached in for a package.
He must have been looking forward to another vibrator but was clearly
disappointed. I wasn't. He unwrapped an 8" dildo, with a suction cup
on the bottom. He obviously had wanted to get more intimate, but then
realized that this could be fun, too. He moistened the suction cup,
stuck it firmly to the table top, and said, "Okay, show us."

My vibrator shows had basically been away from the guys, so each guy
had a "private" view on his turn. Thomas, however, turned me around,
so that everyone could fully see my nakedness. So many eyes, just
watching me. I couldn't imagine being so beautiful, like a celebrity,
that men looked at you with that intensity all the time, with your
clothes on. But these lustful eyes wanted me in a way that gave me
more confidence in my body, or, in some way, just being a woman, than I
had ever known. I was terribly turned on, and frustrated by the
vibrators.

I squatted, somewhat obscenely, over the dildo. My legs were spread
wide, and I could only imagine how my swollen clit looked to them. The
moisture glistened from my legs as the top of the dildo parted my cunt.
I lowered myself, slowly...fully. It was easy after all those vibrators.
My sense of balance was a bit unsteady, so Thomas held one hand as I
began raising and lowering myself. I decided that I was really
enjoying this. Who was I kidding? I knew that I was enjoying this
ever since I had dropped my bra. I looked at each of the men briefly,
their eyes not watching mine, but rather at my sex. That is, until I
came to Steven. He looked right into my eyes and mouthed the words, "I
love you." What an occasion for that.

I concentrated on the fullness of the dildo and increased my tempo. I
didn't care who said "time," I wasn't stopping. I began to pant..., then
grunt... as the orgasm began building. Thomas moved behind me and
steadied me by cupping my breasts, and I didn't care. My orgasm was
just about to trigger when Thomas had the good sense to squeeze my
nipples, and I gave into my desire, screaming I don't know what. As
the last of my orgasms subsided, I stepped off the dildo, and sat on
the table. I pried the dildo loose from the table and handed it to
Thomas, who looked ecstatic with his purchase. At least, I hoped it
was a purchase. I hadn't been paying attention to their order forms of
late.

Lou was a good host, and made a quick errand to get me a towel which I
used to clean up with. That was probably the most embarrassing part of
this experience, rubbing a towel over my sex and down my legs in front
of them. Cleaning up had always been something I did in the bathroom,
by myself, but the boys just talked over it. When I finished, they got
quiet. They were probably wondering if the show was over. I thought
it probably should be. But just as I was thinking that, Max, the baby
of the bunch, walked quickly over to a bag and withdrew an item. "The
rules, you know. As long as we keep pulling stuff out, you have to
demonstrate." A deal was a deal, and, heck, I was still turned on. I
looked over at Steven, who held his head in his hands, wiping the sweat
off his forehead. I supposed they were all pretty well worked up.

When I returned my eyes to Max, he was holding the package in front of
me. Well, this would be different. The other men couldn't see what
Max had chosen, so I explained. "Okay, guys. Turnabout is finally
fair play. Big Max here is going to have to drop his pants." Everyone
laughed. "This is what is called a cock ring. It does two things. It
constricts your cock, which keeps it hard for longer. Also, this
particular set includes 7 rings, each with various textures that would
please your partner during sex. As I mentioned, you can't try this on
me, but I'll at least fit you." Max, to my surprise, had already
lowered his pants and his underwear quickly followed.

This was a sight. "Big Max" was right. I turned him profile to the
group, with the desired effect upon Steven so that he could compare
his own 6 inches to this 8 or 9 inch tiger. I had to kneel to do this
right, and I had no doubt that the men were thinking blow job. Let
them think what they wanted. The cock rings varied in size, and they
were to be placed in a small strap that would keep them spaced properly.
I held the strip along the top of his cock, and began working the
largest of the rings down the length of his cock. Excuse me.
His hard, veiny, and very hot cock.

When I pressed the ring back as far as it would go, his cock swelled
enormously. I grabbed the second of the rings and began working it,
first over his fully enlarged head and then towards the base of his
cock. The heat from his cock was amazing. And the way it was all
stretched tight, I have to admit, did make me want to give it more than
an idle lick. But, no. That would be a bad idea. There was just a
little farther to go when my I felt his cock shudder, then a stream of
cum struck my face. I was only stunned for a second and then tried to
move out of the way, but Max turned with me, showering my face with his
cum. He had pretty well sprayed my nose and my eyes, and I had to
wipe them clear. The silence of the moment was broken suddenly by the
noise of the men, who had all left their seats for a closer look.

Steven, thankfully, took the lead to control the situation. "Guys,
we're all pretty well pent up here. Hayley, if we promise to buy one
of whatever's left in the boxes, and tip you on top of that, you
wouldn't mind the rest of us cumming, would you?" THIS was helping? I
couldn't believe it!

My brain started to raise an objection, but if it's possible, conscious
thought stopped. They mistook my silence for permission, and Steven
was among the first to lower his pants and start stroking his cock.
The others gathered around me. Eight of them, with Max watching.
Max's cock had been the first cock I'd seen other than my husband's
since...well, since another guy had seen me naked in college. It had
been a long time. And here I was, surrounded by variety. Short, long,
thick and thin. Straight, curved, hairy and almost bare. Small balls
and...huge ones. Oh my. Lou looked loaded. But they were all bright
red, with pronounced veins on the shafts, swollen heads that looked
about to pop, and openings which were already wet. Pre-cum. Turned on
by me, a married housewife.

I was afraid of where this could end up, but Steven was here. Control
remained the issue, but it was like inviting my own doom. "Go ahead
and step closer! Surely some of you would like me to help." I reached
to my sides, and grabbed two cocks, one of which was Lou's. Steven
could just stroke himself silly. I wasn't giving him any help. The
cocks felt wonderfully thick, warm, and...alive. It was hard to divert
my attention from their raging hard-ons, but I looked to see Steven,
still with the wicked grin, but with a distant look in his eyes, as he
was staring at my breasts, or perhaps the cum that had dripped on
them.

"Big tips...boys." My voice faltered as Steven shot into my hair and on
my shoulder. He hadn't cum for a week, and his goo seemed to coat me
like a blanket. My fault, I suppose, for not emptying him earlier. A
hot splash hit me on my cheek, and I turned to see Hugh's cock blasting
his white goo towards me, little trails arching in the air towards me.
Then the bottom dropped out. Cum was coming from everywhere, and I was
caught between watching these men's cocks and closing my eyes to avoid
their cum. The smell of cum seemed to permeate the room, or did it?
My face was coated. I probably couldn't smell a rose if they held it
up to me.

The men had been shouting all sorts of things that I had never thought
I would hear directed to me... "bitch," "cum covered slut," "bay-beeeee."
I supposed that this was their way of saying that this was their fantasy,
too. But as they emptied their cocks, some semblance of reason took hold,
and they backed away from me a little bit. As I stood, I realized that
they just wanted a better look. Or if they had ideas of touching,
maybe they just didn't want to get their hands wet. I wiped cum from
my face, but it felt super sticky in my hands, so I wiped my hand off
on a breast, which was already wet enough. They thought I was teasing
them, and, it turned out I was, as a string of cum dangled from my
nipple. I couldn't help but laugh, so I wiped some more cum onto a
finger and made a show of it by admiring the dangling goo before I
wiped it off, over acting my search for a dry spot to wipe it off.
What a mess. I asked for the towel, which Lou found tucked away
behind Steven. Surely Steven hadn't tried to hide it. I noticed that
the guys' dicks were slowly getting harder, and I had to regain
control before...

I wiped my face and hands off with the towel, then wrapped it around
myself like a bath towel. Steven, at last, did something to help my
situation, and pulled his pants up. The others seemed to follow his
lead at that, at least.

Now it was time for an accounting, and the men found their lists. The
towel fell off as I tried to select their orders from my stock, which
Steven and Hugh had brought in from the car. I found my panties, and
pulled them up, my juices quickly wetting them. I hadn't sold anything
in the nude before, but, standing there, almost naked, with dried cum
here and there, well, most everywhere, seemed to keep their interest.
I raked a hand through my hair, finding some wet cum with my fingers,
Steven's probably, and wiped it on my breast, then smoothed it out to
dry. I had their attention. "A deal is a deal, gentlemen."

The total was just over $8,000, by far a record. I had sold about
$3500 in products, which was excellent for a group of 8. I was
definitely going home with some spending money.

Lou asked if I would promise to do another show, in lieu of whatever
arrangements I had made to pay his wife for hosting. Steven didn't
object, so I said, "Sure. But the same rules." It quickly became
unlikely that Lou was going to arrange another group, however, as his
wife arrived home with a friend to see me packing my boxes, bare
breasted, and the smell of cum obvious in the air. And, if she
couldn't smell the cum, I was sure she could figure out what the sticky
stuff on her hardwood floors was all by herself. Her friend almost
fainted, and retreated out the door.

Steven and I were the last ones to leave. Lou's driveway was
relatively private from the street, and I couldn't wait any longer.
Steven was just starting his car, parked a ways behind mine. I bent
over my trunk, raised my skirt, and looked over my shoulder in
invitation. His car started, he turned on the headlights, and then
I heard the opening and shutting of the car door. Blinded, I heard
only footsteps and a slight "zip" before I felt him enter me. Hard.
Wonderfully Hard. You just can't buy a toy quite like that, but this
thought was interrupted by the pleasure of my husband filling me and
the sound of a slammed door somewhere deep in the house.

Jamie's New Strip Club Job

2004-09-01T01:27:00.000-07:00

By MrGrey

Part 1

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Jamie Buske whispered to herself, crying.
She was sitting on a bench in the park. It was the only place she could think of
to go. Jamie is a pretty red head, nice figure. She's wearing a business suit.
"Cutbacks...cutbacks..." she repeated it to herself, almost not believing the
meaning of the word. The word seemed like some kind of a curse on her. Her
whole life had changed an hour ago. And now, here she was, in the park in the
middle of the afternoon, wondering how she was going to break the news to her
daughter that she had lost her job. "Oh...what am I gonna do?"
She stood up, almost getting run over by a jogger hurrying past her. She
dragged her feet down the cobblestone path and out of the park. The droning of
car engines filled the streets in the city. She was surrounded by tall
skyscrapers, one of which housed the law firm she was recently "let go" from.
Jamie waited for the light to change as her and a herd of other people crossed
the street.
Everyone seemed so...alive. She felt terrible, like she didn't matter. Amy
would be so disappointed. Jamie dreaded going home to her. She dreaded
going home to tell her only daughter they would have a very limited Christmas
this year. And, if she knew where he was, she knew her ex-husband wouldn't be
able to do anything. She was lucky to get child support until Amy turned 18.
Since then, he's just kind of disappeared, but that's probably for the best.
Before she realized it, she had reached the parking lot. Her car was
already packed of all her desk supplies. Jamie climbed in and started home.
Upon arriving at their block, Jamie noticed a new business opening across from
her building. It had tinted windows and a big red sign out front that said: NOW
HIRING. She knew this was an important discovery, but she was a little too
depressed to seek a new job on her first day of unemployment. She stored it in
the back of her mind, reminding herself to check it out tomorrow morning.
She pulled into the parking garage, climbing to the fourth level and found
her usual space. She climbed out, grabbing the small box of her things and
walked toward the entrance, head hung low. Normally, she'd still be in the
office, working her butt off. But, here it was only noon, and she was already
home. The exited the garage and entered the long hallway toward her
apartment.
Ms. Henderson, the nice old lady that lived next to her, was walking out of
her own apartment and saw Jamie coming. "Why, hello Jamie!" she said
cheerfully, "Home early today?" Ms. Henderson was always in high spirits. She
lived alone, but Jamie and Amy always kept her company.
"Hi Wilma...yeah."
Ms. Henderson obviously saw that Jamie was not doing well, "Is
something the matter?"
Jamie figured she couldn't hide it forever, "Actually...yes." Bursting into
tears, she explained how she was laid off today. Try as she might, Wilma
Henderson was unable to make Jamie feel better. But she did try. After a short
dramatic session, Ms. Henderson wished Jamie the best and they parted.
Then, finally, Jamie was home. Apartment 413. Home sweet home.
Unlocking the door, she wondered if she would still be able to afford it after
today. There were still savings in the bank, but they wouldn't last forever.
The apartment was empty and quiet. Looking around, she finally
appreciated everything they had, the nice TV, the computer...even the
microwave. Jamie bought all these things when they moved into this apartment
three years ago. They were bought with the money her secretary job had
provided. Now, that job was nonexistent.
"I can't do this..." she said to herself, placing the box on the computer
desk. The afternoon went by pretty slow. She fixed a small lunch, sat around
watching soaps (which she never could do before) and basically just waited for
Amy. She was at school right now. Preparing herself for the life ahead of her.
Thinking of this made Jamie angry. What life? The life that someone just
decides to ruin because some rich assholes are spending too much money on
hookers and other exotic luxuries? What a joke... Cutbacks...
Then, the door opened. Jamie calmed herself down as Amy came
walking in, book bag hanging off of one shoulder. Amy's red hair was pulled
back in a ponytail. She was wearing one of her typical turtleneck sweaters.
Jamie always thought of her daughter as the most beautiful girl in the city, but,
then again, what mother didn't? Amy turned around to find her mother sitting on
the couch. Her eyes widened a bit, wondering what was going on, then she
smiled, "Hey mom! Take the day off?"
Jamie didn't smile back, but rather scooted over on the couch, making
room for Amy, "No honey, come sit with me. We need to talk..."

Amy took the news rather easily. She was such a smart girl. She calmed
her mother down, who once again started crying, and told her how everything
was going to be okay. Amy offered to get a job herself, but Jamie told her that
wouldn't be necessary, because she was determined to find a new job, a better
job, and make things right again. They hugged, and went about their day as if
nothing happened.
Amy and her mother were very close. They had been living alone
together for several years now since her father ran off with some pretty blonde.
She rarely spoke to him anymore. Her past birthday had passed without a call
from him, so she just gave up on him.
She came walking out of her room to find her mother on the couch,
looking through the newspaper. Amy had been doing her homework. Jamie
looked up and smiled, "Hey hon. All finished?"
"Yep," Amy flopped down on the couch next her mom, "How bout you?"
Jamie just scoffed and looked up at her daughter like she was crazy, "You
kidding? There's nothing out there."
Amy laid her head in her mothers lap, "I'm sure you'll find something,
Mom." Jamie kissed her daughters head and continuing looking. They sat their
for about half an hour, then Amy sat up and told her she was going to bed. They
kissed again and Amy retreated back to her room.
Jamie sat alone in the living room for another hour or so. She flipped
through the TV for a while, never really watching anything, before she gave in to
her fatigue. It had been a long day.

Jamie was peacefully asleep when she was startled awake. She bolted
upright in bed, making perky breasts bounce out of her nightie. She adjusted
herself and looked around at what had awakened her.
She almost didn't notice it, but her entire room was now bright red! "What
the..." she said to the empty room. She realized it was from a light from outside.
Her window was open, and through it a glowing red light was illuminating her
room. She spun around onto her knees and crawled to the window overlooking
her bed. Her nightie rode up her back, exposing her naked bottom.
Anticipation gripped her as she peered out the window. She was
appalled by what she saw...

THE KITTY CAT CLUB
GIRLS!! GIRLS!! GIRLS!!

"My God..." she almost couldn't believe what she was looking at, "Some
nasty strip club opened up right across from my home!" A huge neon sign with a
cat in shades smoking a cigar was shining into her room. This was horrible!
She couldn't allow her daughter to live in a place like this. After all, this was
supposed to be the good part of the city.
"That must've been the place that was hiring before," she muttered to
herself, "Guess I can forget about that now..." She pulled the curtains down,
blocking the horrible red glow, and spun back around to lay her head back on
the pillow.
As she began to drift off to sleep, she faintly heard a slow beat coming
from outside. Obviously, the club was now open for business and the soft sound
of techno music creeped Jamie's ears. At first, this aggravated her even further,
but after awhile, the rhythmic thumping became almost hypnotic as it sent Jamie
off to sleep.

Dreams of naked bodies and erotic scenarios filled her head that night.
She unconsciously pulled the covers off of her in the night and began rubbing
herself. Jamie pulled her nightie up and buried her hand in her crotch.
In her mind, flashing lights surrounded her. Even thought she couldn't
see, she knew there were people out there, watching her. They were yelling at
her, laughing, and saying all sorts of terrible things. The worst part was that she
was naked.
She felt so vulnerable and weak. Jamie knew there was nothing she
could do. She was trapped here. But...there was something about it that excited
her. In her bed, Jamie picked up her pace, working on her clit. She ran her
hand up her side and cupped her breast. Running her fingers over her nipples,
she could feel it coming. Her legs spread out further and she brought her other
hand down on herself and began fingering herself in her sleep.
In her dream, she was embarrassed. She was ashamed. Everyone was
gawking at her and pointing. She tried to cover herself up, but something was
stopping her. She just wondered around. The lights were pointed at her,
following her wherever she went.
Then, she was cumming. She moaned softly in her sleep and her hips
bucked to her orgasm. It seemed to never stop as she continued rubbing.
Jamie gradually slowed down as the orgasm faded away. Then, it was over.
She didn't even wake up. Jamie rolled over to her side and slept better than she
had slept in years.

The sun slowly crept up, filling Jamie's room. She was curled up in the
bed, nightie still pulled up to her back. She felt the warm light on her ass and
stirred. She breathed in deep and rolled over on her back, opening her eyes.
Jamie felt...different. It was good. Apart from having the best sleep of her
life, she felt like a new woman. She sat up in bed, stretched, and smiled to
herself.
Her lazy eyes were barely open and still adjusting to the morning light, but
she stumbled to the bathroom. She stopped to admire herself in the mirror. I am
a pretty woman, she thought, grinning at herself, I'm not going to have any
problem getting a job.
Jamie walked out of her room, passed by Amy's, and found her way to the
kitchen. It felt a little weird not going to work today, but Jamie was feeling a little
more confident than yesterday. For some reason, she just knew everything
would work out.
Amy was away at school, so Jamie had the whole house to herself. She
fixed breakfast, watched some morning talk shows, and showered. She put a
towel around her and went to look for an outfit. She decided she should look
her best today. Because today...she was getting a job. She decided not to go
with her normal conservative wear. Jamie normally wore business suits to work.
But, she thought a better first impression might not be with a "business-look".
She picked out a nice, cleavage-revealing blouse and a long skirt. Jamie figured
a more casual look would look better.
She grabbed her purse and walked out of her apartment, heading toward
the elevator. She went to the ground floor and walked out onto the street. She
didn't feel like driving today. Instead, she walked directly toward The Kitty Cat
Club.
Jamie crossed the street and walked up to the front doors, then stopped.
A look of concern crossed her face. Why did I come here? she wondered.
Wasn't this a strip club? The windows were all tinted, so she couldn't see
inside. Jamie gathered all her courage and opened the door, then walked
inside.
She entered a small room. It was very dark in there. No windows or
anything. When her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw another door with a
tall man in shades standing by it. "Can I help you?" he said with a grin. Must be
the bouncer, she thought.
"I--uh, no thank you," she said nervously, then slipped back out the door.
She was back on the street, and out of breath. What am I doing? I can't work at
a strip club! I'm against anything like that! she scolded herself. Jamie was very
confused. Something was making her want to come here. It was as if she
wasn't thinking clearly.
Then, the thought of Amy entered her mind. She had to find a job. No
matter what it was. Desperate times call for desperate measures... she thought,
then slowly walked back to the entrance.
Once again, she walked into the dark room. She looked around, waiting
for the light to adjust. She heard the man again, almost laughing to himself,
"Ma'am, can I help you?"
She slowly walked over to him, "Um...yes. I--uh...I need a job," she
laughed nervously, trying to sound relaxed, "But not...a...um...dancer. You
know? Do you guys need...like a secretary or something? Computer work?
That's what I'm really good at."
The man laughed and reached for the doorknob for the door he was
guarding, "I think you'll find what you're looking for right though here..."
He opened the door. Jamie almost knocked back by the suddenly blast of
sound coming from the club. She couldn't hear the music before, but when that
door opened, a steady techno beat came out. Jamie was surprised that it wasn't
hurting her ears. In fact, it kind of calmed her.
She could barely see anything through the door, but the tall man waved
her in and she nervously walked through. A thick cloud of smoke hung in the air.
Jamie normally hated cigarettes and cigars, but, this time, it didn't bother her.
Strange... she thought. She didn't think about it for very long. Her attention was
too entangled by her surroundings. Spotlights spun around the different stages.
A few girls were dancing for several small groups of men. Most of the men
weren't even watching, they just sat there and sipped their drinks. There was a
bar to her right with a young man behind it. He stopped mixing his drink and
looked up at Jamie and smiled. She flinched away, not wanting to make eye
contact with anyone.
She began to get scared. What the hell am I doing here? she wondered.
But, her worries went away when she heard a voice behind her. "Well, hello
there..."
Jamie spun around and was faced with a woman wearing a sparkling
black dress. She had jet-black short hair and had a long cigarette in her mouth.
She took a drag, lifted her head up and blew a plume of smoke in the air. "You
must be the girl Maynard was talking about."
Who? Jamie thought, but then figured that must be the tall man.
"Uh...yes, I guess I am." She smiled, trying to be pleasant. But, this woman did
not seem very pleasant. First of all, she had on too much make-up. She may
have thought that made her look attractive or something. Jamie could only look
at her and wonder what attractive means to her. Also, that damn cigarette going
back and forth from her lips. There was nothing Jamie hated more than women
smokers. It just seemed so...unladylike.
The woman took Jamie's arm and led her to the bar. "So, you'd like a
job?" She sat down, motioning for Jamie to do the same.
Jamie did as she was told, not wanting to be rude. "Yes, I would." The
woman didn't say anything. Jamie tried to keep the casualness going, so she
continued talking. "You see, I was fired--well, they don't actually use that term,
that'd be too honest...I was "let go" from my job yesterday. Now, I desperately
need a place to work. I'll take anything."
The woman grinned at Jamie. She took another drag from her cigarette,
turned her neck and exhaled, but not taking her eyes off Jamie. "Good. We
could use another girl. We just opened up and we have kind of a small staff."
The woman began to get up, but Jamie stopped her, "Wait...I--
uh...another girl?" The woman said nothing. "You don't mean
another...dancer...do you. Cause, I'm not here for a job as a dancer. I just want
a desk job or something. Surely you guys have phones here. And paperwork..."
The woman laughed and looked at the bartender. He joined her. Jamie
looked back and forth between them, wondering what the joke was. The woman
gently touched Jamie's arm and motioned for her to follow her. She led Jamie
down a dark, smoky hallway. Her right hand held her cigarette, palm up, as the
other rested on her hip. Her ass shook back and forth hypnotically as she
walked. At the end of the hall was a small office. The name Jacquelyn Kent was
on the door. "Please have a seat, honey."
Once again, Jamie did as she was told. "Um, Ms. Kent--?"
"Quiet," Ms. Kent held her hand gently up to Jamie's mouth, closing it.
She gracefully walked over to her desk and picked up a remote control. She hit
the button and a soft, trance-like music came on. Jamie looked around for
speakers, or a stereo, but could find neither. This is quite a high-tech place, she
thought. The music had a slow beat to it with a droning sound in the
background. It was kind of relaxing... "Now..." Ms. Kent began to speak, but
stopped and looked at Jamie, as if she wanted her to complete the sentence.
Suddenly, Jamie knew what she was waiting for, "OH! It's...uh, Jamie.
Sorry."
"That's quite alright, darling. Now....Jamie. You say you want a job here,
right?"
Jamie nodded her head, "Right."
Ms. Kent sat behind her desk and tapped her cigarette in a small black
ashtray. "But, you say you don't want to be a dancer?"
Once again, Jamie nodded. This time she added a smile.
"Honey, that's all wrong." Jamie's smile dropped. "Jamie, if you want to
support your daughter..."
"Amy."
"Amy. Jamie, if you want to support Amy, dancing...is the perfect way to
do it."
Jamie shook her head slowly and laughed a bit, "Ms. Kent, I don't think--"
"That's just it," she interrupted softly, "You think too much."
Jamie didn't understand what she was trying to get at, "Wha--"
"You think too much, Jamie. Wouldn't it be nicer to just...let those
thoughts go? Just do what your heart wants?"
Jamie thought about this. Maybe she's right...she thought. She'd tried to
tell herself that this was crazy, but her thoughts were getting a little foggy.
"Listen to me Jamie," Ms. Kent stood up and walked around her desk and
leaned against it across from Jamie, "Look into my eyes." Jamie couldn't help
herself. This woman was so convincing. "Just listen to the music..."
It is pretty music, Jamie thought. Her head tilted to the side and her
mouth began to hang. All she could do look at Jacquelyn Kent's eyes. She
couldn't believe she didn't notice before how beautiful they were. Jamie was
losing herself in them.
"Jamie, you should be a dancer for my club," she smiled at Jamie. She
ran her fingers down the side of Jamie's face and cupped her chin in her hand.
"Doesn't that sound good? Jamie, the Kitty Cat Club stripper." The music
continued it's relaxing beat, it seemed to go on forever...
Yes...stripper..., Jamie thought dreamily. Suddenly, her eyes fluttered
and she snapped out of her daze. "Oh my...I--uh, I don't think so, Ms. Kent. I'm
sorry." She picked up her purse, stood up and backed away toward the door.
"You have a lovely place here, but...I really don't think it's for me. Sorry." With
that said, she opened the door and stepped out.
Jacquelyn took another drag from her cigarette and blew it out. She
pressed it into the ashtray and stood staring at the door. Then, a smile crossed
her face.

Jamie emerged from the Kitty Cat Club to find that it was already dark.
"What the f--" It was early afternoon when she went in there. How long was I in
there? she wondered. Her head was still fuzzy, like she had just woken up.
She stumbled across the street and walked back into her apartment
building. The elevator seemed to take forever. For some reason, she was in a
hurry to get to her apartment. She felt...vulnerable for some reason.
She finally reached her apartment and found it already unlocked.
Walking in, she found Amy lying on the couch. "Hey mom." She noticed Amy
was wearing a shorter skirt than she normally wear. Normally, Jamie was lecture
her about it, but she figured she was just trying something new.
"Hey honey, how long have you been home?"
She was flipping through the channels, not even looking up to answer her,
"A few hours. Where have you been? Job searching?"
Jamie nodded her head and placed her purse on the kitchen counter.
"Any luck?"
Jamie's thoughts were still floating around, like her brain had started
break away before, and now she was gathering the pieces again, "What honey?"
Amy looked up at her mom, "I said, any luck. Are you okay mom?"
"Oh. Oh, no. I mean, yes, I'm fine. But no luck," she gave her daughter a
reassuring smile and cooked them a small dinner.

That night, Jamie's dreams returned. The red light from the Kitty Cat Club
sign was still shining brightly in Jamie's room, but she had drawn the curtains
before getting to bed. But, the music was still seeping into her brain...
This time, she could see men surrounding her. They were shaking their
hands in the air, whistling, and shouting all sorts of rude comments to her.
Except, this time, Jamie wasn't scared.
She slowly shook her hips back and forth, rubbing her hands from her
chest down to her thighs. A gold bar stretched from ceiling to floor and she
grabbed hold of it, whipping herself around it. She planted her foot as the base
of the pole and spun herself around and around, before stopping herself and
dragging her crotch down the length of the pole.
In her bed, Jamie cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them. Her hips
slid back and forth across the bed. Her hands found their way down to her crotch
as she began rubbing herself like last night. She could feel the cold metal from
the pole on herself.
In her dream, her gyrations began to speed up as she rubbed herself
harder against the pole. The men were getting more and more excited. She put
her hand behind her head and held onto the pole with the other.
She rubbed herself harder and faster until she came. Her body jerked
and her legs lifted off the bed. Her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth
formed an "O" as the orgasm flowed through her.
Then, it was over. Her body went limp and she lazily rolled over. Once
again, she slept like a baby. Except this time, a smile was on her face as she
slept.

Jamie woke up, half naked again, but still didn't notice the changes that
were going on in her head. She was in unusually high spirits that morning.
Amy was at school again, so Jamie had the whole apartment to herself.
She didn't bother to adjust her clothes this time. Her left tit hung out while she
wiggled down the hall. Her underwear was hiked up her ass and her cheeks
shook as she walked.
She had a quick breakfast and took a shower. When she was done, she
didn't think to put a towel around her as she walked around the apartment. She
normally did this, even if no one was around, but today, she felt like being a
little...naughty. She picked out a much shorter skirt than she normally wore.
She had bought this skirt when she had been flirting with a man at work, but it
didn't work out. She hadn't worn it since. I really should make use of these nice
clothes! she thought, happily. She picked out a tight fitting blouse and put it on.
Jamie then looked over her shoes for the perfect pair. She found some
high heels that she usually only wore to formal parties. Since she was
determined to get a job today, she figured she should look presentable.
Stepping into the bathroom, she applied a good bit of make-up and teased her
hair up a bit.
Looking over herself in the mirror, she smiled at what she saw. You sexy
thing... she thought, Now to find the perfect job... With a confident grin, she left
the apartment. Once again, she bypassed the garage and went straight out the
front doors.
Once on the busy street, she unconsciously went in the direction of The
Kitty Cat Club. She didn't even notice where she was going. As far as she was
concerned, she was just browsing. Jamie reached the doors of the club and
walked straight in.
"Hey Maynard," she said casually, walking past him. He held the door
open and nodded at her. She breezed in and looked over the place. The beats
of the music circling the club pounded into her head. Wait...Why did I come
here? she began to wonder, but her thoughts were quickly distracted.
"Jamie! So good to see you!" a voice said. Jamie looked up to see
Jacquelyn Kent sitting at the bar, watching one of her employees gyrating hips
on stage. There was a slightly bigger crowd now, even for an afternoon. "I knew
you'd be back..." she said, as Jamie walked up to her.
"Well, we didn't get to finish yesterday," Jamie said, smiling. Isn't it
because I wanted to leave? she thought, but lost track when Jacquelyn began
speaking again.
"Well, let's step into my office, Jamie..." Ms. Kent led Jamie back down
the smoky hallway. The music from the club began to fade away as she was led
further back. "Have a seat."
Jamie did as she was told, again, and looked up at her future boss. "Ms.
Kent, I'm not entirely sure why I came her--"
Ms. Kent leaned over her desk and placed a finger on Jamie's mouth with
a gentle, "Shhhhhhh...". Jamie's eyes looked confused as she stopped talking.
Her mouth hung open as Ms. Kent retracted her arm and picked up a remote off
her desk. She hit a button and more techno music began playing in the small
office. "You talk too much Jamie... Just relax... Okay?"
Jamie thought this over, I talk too much? Maybe I should relax... The
music danced inside her ears as she looked deep into Ms. Kent's eyes.
"This is very special music Jamie. You want to know why you keep
coming back here?" Jamie nodded. "Well, I like to make subliminal tapes,
Jamie. You've been hearing music every night haven't you?" Jamie nodded
again, trying to figure out where this was going. "How about dreams? Have any
strange ones lately?" Ms. Kent grinned as Jamie nodded some more. Jamie's
arms hung limply at her sides as she listened to the pretty music. "Well, the
music you hear every night is making you desire to become a stripper. Have you
always wanted to become a stripper, Jamie?"
Well, of course! she thought to herself. She just nodded her head in
response to Ms. Kent's question. Her head felt like it was filling with helium and
floating away.
"Yes... You've always wanted to be a stripper... At least that's what you
think..." Ms. Kent grinned and picked up the remote back off the desk. She
pointed it in the air and clicked a button. The music went silent, then came back
alive with a slightly different beat. "This music only works on certain people.
We wouldn't want your whole building applying here. But, we knew someone
would show up. And here you are..."
The new music was making Jamie even more light headed. Her eyes
fluttered as a grin crossed over her face. A tiny giggle escaped her lips.
"You should be feeling pretty...yummy...right now..." she continued smiling
as she caressed the side of Jamie's face. Jamie closed her eyes and snuggled
up to her hand, still smiling. "This nice piece of music is called our Bimbo mix.
The more you hear it, the dumber you'll get, the sluttier you'll get...then you'll be
perfect for the job. How are you feeling Jamie?"
Jamie looked up at her with half-open eyes. "Uhhh...fine...." She ended
the sentence with another giggle.
"Now, of course, you won't remember any of this. But, you'll go home.
Confindent that you'll find a new job. You won't worry about applying anywhere
else. You'll take care of your daughter and just live your life as you normally
would. But, every night...I'll be playing this song for you..." She lightly tapped
Jamie's face, causing Jamie to giggle more. "...and every night...you'll get
dumber..." she tapped the top of Jamie's head, " ...and sluttier..." she said
slipped her hand down Jamie's blouse, grasping her breast, "...just perfect..."
The music shut off and the room was silent again. Jamie's eyes fluttered
a bit and she seemed to regain her composure. "Wha--what happened?"
Jacquelyn stood up and walked back behind her desk, "What do you
mean?"
Jamie looked really confused, "Umm...I dunno. Something..." She
couldn't quite figure out what she wanted to say. Something was wrong. She
breathed in heavily and stretched. "I guess nothing." She stood up and started
toward the door.
"We'll be calling you, Jamie..." Jacquelyn said, lighting another cigarette.
Jamie nodded nervously, anxious to get outside. She opened the door
and walked out.