in love. Our love for each other was unsurpassed. The skeptics of course wondered just how long it would last. We’d met whilst we were at college and our love never waned and continued on after our graduation.
It seemed only natural that we eventually marry, which of course we did. Edward was the perfect man for me, charming witty and there was a rugged handsomeness about him, that drew me to him, his continuous positive approach to life was the main stay that helped me graduate…without him I don’t think I would have made it. When it came to lovemaking he was both tender and exciting and I loved his gentle touching and caressing.
We both wanted a family, but had decided to wait until his return from overseas. When he was asked to fill the post, we had thought long and hard. He really did not want to accept it and leave me for a full year, but in the end very reluctantly he accepted. I could continue my new found career at the university and him as a consultant with Brabham and Bishop. After all a year was not too long, some people are separated for much longer.
“It will soon pass…and when I get back we will make up for lost time and give serious thought to having a family” he had said.
Life for us was just perfect, or at least it should have been…the only fly in the ointment was Earl Davenport.
*********
Earl and Edward had been sent overseas together and they quickly set up a friendship. During their leisure time, which was rare. They would spend it together. Edward of course could not help but brag to Earl just how wonderful a woman he had married. Laura is this…Laura is that…god how I love that woman…she’s my whole life, there is no life without Laura.
However this super friendship was to be split apart, when Edward discovered some discrepancies in the auditing, certain materials had gone missing and not reported. When Edward reported this to his superiors an investigation revealed the culprit had been Earl, trying to cut corners and pocketing the money. Earl immediately blamed Edward for his misdemeanors, had fled the country and returned home, where he brooded over the fact that he had been caught, vowing vengeance against Edward. The more he brooded the more he thought and then it came to him. Yes…yes I like the idea…it would hit and hurt him the most…his wife Laura is the key to all this and I’m sure I can carry it off. A wicked smile forming on his lips. Hmm yes I like it…he confirmed with himself.
So it was, he started by following Laura at a discreet distance, finding out about her daily habits. And with each passing day he built up a dossier of everything she did and bought, until he knew as much about her as any of her friends.
He was real delighted when he found out she was going to Millington Collage, up state to carry out a series of lectures and she had booked into a hotel there for the duration. He likewise booked a motel, well away from her hotel. He watched and waited for her to come and go and when the moment came he struck. He’d seen her enter the hotel lobby and make toward the reception desk, a habit she did every time she returned for the night. He kept very close to her, standing behind her at the desk.
“Any messages for Laura Pritchard” she asked of the young girl on reception. The girl turned, checked the pigeonhole and declared there was nothing for her today.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help but hear you say that you’re name was Laura Pritchard…you wouldn’t be the wife of Edward Pritchard, who at the last time I’d heard was working in Africa”
“Why yes…yes I am…how do you know Edward” she asked.
“Well you’re not going to believe this but Edward and I have been working together for the last twelve months…is he not here with you”
“Alas no he is not, apparently he has been delayed, it’s going to be another two months apparently…been some sort of delay”
“Well I’m sure you are both disappointed, he never stopped talking about you…I almost know you as much as anyone else…I can see why he loves you so much…I would also”
Blushing a little she replies, “Oh you’re too kind by far”
“Hey look have you eaten yet…I was going to dine out by myself but if you would join me…I’d be honored and we could catch up…I can give you all the latest as to what is going on”
“Why thank you er…?”
“Earl…Earl Davenport…why don’t we meet here at seven, I’ll book a table at Amadeus…the treat is on me” he said.
“Ok…ok that sounds fine…I’ll see you at seven then” and they parted and walked in opposite directions.
Earl was smiling, laughing inwardly as he headed for the door. “Ha…first part has been accomplished…if part two goes as well” he was relishing the thought of the outcome.
**********
I couldn’t believe it a colleague of Edwards here in this very city. I was really looking forward to joining this Earl for a meal…I’d be able to hear all the very latest, how he was really coping…and he wasn’t too bad looking either, but that was not the point, it was being able to talk to someone who had just been with Edward.
**********
Earl had made sure he was there on time, arriving fifteen minutes before the appointed time. When he saw here alight from the lift, his heart missed a beat…in fact it missed a couple of beats. She looked stunning, positively stunning, oh how sweet this revenge was going to be.
“I’m sorry I have no formal dress, I’d never thought of packing any thing other than casual…I hope Amadeus isn’t too formal is it?” she asked
“No…not at all…I chose it for its food rather than its formality…the chef really is first class” He assured her.
God if she looks this good, dressed informal, how would she look dressed formal. “We’ll take a taxi, and then we don’t need to worry about drinking and driving”
“Oh…I don’t really drink” she replied.
“Oh nothing heavy…just a little Champagne…you do like Champagne don’t you?” he asked
“I don’t think I’ve ever had it before” she declared.
“Oh…it’s quite harmless…very low on alcohol content…you’ll enjoy it” he said. Hm…just perfect…just perfect…this will be easier than I thought, he said to himself.
The conversation was easy and relaxed as they drove. Laura listening to the tales of Edward and Earl…the way he described everything it sounded so typical of Edward, there was no doubt that these two had been good friends in the short time they had been together.
The restaurant likewise was perfect, homely and inviting, very informal with an aroma of good food and coffee permeating throughout. The whole atmosphere was warm, relaxing and for the first time in months Laura felt a closeness to Edward that she had not felt since his leaving…she longed for him even more than ever…wanting once again to feel his body close to hers and his hands, warm and gentle as they caressed her body.
“Champagne…I promised you Champagne” he said, turning to the waiter.
The bubbles burst and tickled her nose as she took the first sip.
“Mmmm that taste just fine…I’ve never had it before” said Laura
“Oh…it’s just Champagne…it can’t do you any real harm” he said and Laura took another big mouthful draining the glass.
“Oh that tastes good”
“Here let me top you up” said Earl filling the glass once more.
They ate and drank…drank and ate…Earl making sure her glass was continually being topped up. When the bottle was empty, another took its place.
Earl could see the wine was having an effect, her eyes were glazing and her speech was slurring.
“OH ish pretty gud shtuff this Pamchane” she slurred.
“Oh it’s the best” he said, taking her hand and squeezing it.
The more he talked about Edward the more she responded to him, her eyes glazing and drifting off into her world of Edward and her.
She was almost falling out of her chair, just catching herself in time. Her body was beginning to feel a numbness about it.
“I think we should get you back to your room Laura…I think the Champagne has had a definite effect on you…here let me help you”
There were sniggers and knowing glances and nodding heads as he helped her to her feet, putting his arm around her he guided her toward the exit.
“Oh dear I feel sho dizzy and shlight headed”
“That’s ok my dear…we’ll soon have you back in your room and you can sleep it off up there”
In the elevator her arms were around his neck, helping to support herself…you know Edward…ish sho good to have you home agin…I’ve mished you sho my darling” she slurred.
“It’s so good to be back…I’ve missed you as well…I’ve waited so long for this moment” Earl replied.
He took her door key from her and opened the door, walking her straight to the bed.
“Here my love…lie down…you’ll be fine once you lie down” and he gently lay her on the bed…lying beside her.
Oh dear…I shink the room ish moving” she said.
“Oh it’s alright my love…everything is going to be alright…Edward’s here to take care of you…you’ll see” and his hand moved under her skirt, toughing and gently rubbing her thigh.
A thrill ran through Laura’s body…a thrill she had not experienced in many a long month and she liked it…it was Edwards hands…gentle, soft.
Earls hand continued to stroke her warm soft thigh. “Is that alright my love…is that how you remember us together” he asked
“Oh yes…yes…yes…take me…please take me Edward” she softly sighed.
“I’m going to my dear…I’m going to…you’re going to enjoy what we do together…I mean really enjoy it” he replied, his hand moving up between her legs, his fingers brushing aside the soft fabric of her panties, searching, finding and feeling the warm and now wetness of her pussy, as his fingers slipped inside her, working back and forth. He could feel her passion and urgency the more he worked his fingers.
“Oh god…oh Edward…pleash…pleash…pleash…take me, take me now…I’ve waited sho long for thish.” She pleaded.
“We’re almost there my love…just a little longer” he said, he wanted to do so much more, but dare not hold back, should she suddenly realize it was not Edward…but Earl that was controlling her, his plan would fail and shatter in a million pieces. He wanted revenge first, then the real pleasures of her body.
“I’ll just remove your panties my love…let’s get them out of the way”
“Mmmm…yesh…yesh…pleash do” and she felt the gentle touch of Earls hands as he slowly pulled them down, removing them altogether, then pushing her skirt up around her waist.
He gazed lustfully at her now exposed wet pussy, the golden harvest of pubic hair as it vanished between her legs, the slit just visible as it too vanished between her legs.
“We’re almost there my love…almost there” he said soothingly, almost a whisper, not wanting to brake the spell, not now, not when he was so near to victory.
He pulled the zip of his fly down, removing a very large erection, then gently pushed her legs apart, there was no resistance just a soft sigh.
“It’s time my love…you’re going to love this…really love it” he said, but Laura was hardly hearing him, hardly aware of him, she was lost in the fog and fuzziness of her mind, thinking only of Edward. “Ummm…yesh take me take me my love” she murmured.
Earl placed the first inch or so into her, reveled in the feel of her warmth and wetness…then slowly pushed inside her…he’d done it and he laughed aloud.
He knew she was aware that he was inside her as she gave a soft gasp when he had entered her. His hips swayed and his ass moved in unison with the hips as he gently thrust into her…again…and again…and again. The feeling was one of euphoria, for some reason she seemed a better fuck than all the whores and girl friends he’d had before, maybe it was the thought of sweet revenge that added to the feeling…it felt so good. With each inward thrust she moaned and sighed, called out Edwards name and made her hips rise up and thrust herself against his own inward thrusting.
He could hold back no longer, he felt that stirring from deep down, it was creeping ever closer, until it was impossible to hold on to any longer and he made one final thrust and just let it go…weeks of pent up sperm and frustration came as one at that moment…he thought he was never going to stop cuming…then it was over…he lay as one with her for a few moments…then he withdrew…he’d done it, he’d really done it and once again he laughed out loud.
He lay beside her, holding her close and she purred and sighed. “Oh Edward…Edward…I’ve missed you so much”
“And I you my dear…and I you”. The idea that she thought she was with her beloved Edward appealed to his sense of revenge, this had been better than he had ever imagined. Now that he had done the deed perhaps he could do more, delight himself with this magnificent creature and her marvelous body.
“I think perhaps I should undress you my dear…it’s been so long since I gazed upon your naked form”
“Yes…yes please do” she replied.
He slowly undid each and every button on her blouse, watching those heaving breasts as he did so. Then carefully helped her remove the blouse…god they were truly magnificent, he could already taste the firm nipple in his mouth. His hands trembled as he undid the bra and again removed it…he quickly took hold of the firm flesh…squeezing and massaging…then unable to hold back any longer, his mouth fell upon it…suckling the firm nipple.
He needed to see her completely naked and now he undid the zip on her skirt and slid it down her body and discarded it…only her stocking clad legs…these he would leave, the sight of them excited him.
He ran his hands gently over her body, touching every contour and crevice. Her eyes opened, a glazed far away look on her face.
“Oh Edward…Edward, my love” then she closed her eyes and reveled in Earls gentle sensuous touch.
He kissed each breast, moved downward, across her flat stomach, his tongue kissing, flicking as it went, downward until he could feel her pubic hair in his mouth, then the wet slit and like a hungry animal he fell upon it, eating it with a relish, like a starving wolf.
Her continuous sighs and moans driving him ever onward. He was hard and ready for her once again. Supporting himself on his arms he hovered above her, with a wicked smile he said “Are you ready for me again my love”
Her reply was instant “Oh yes…yes Edward please…please”
He felt her warm wet entrance and slowly pushed inside her. He watched the hard shaft thrusting into her as his ass and hips swayed back and forth. God this was just too much…this is what revenge was all about, he wished he could be here when Edward eventually returned…that indeed would be the ultimate…but alas he would have to be long gone by then.
For the last few moments he held her tight, he could feel himself about to cum and he drove into her…then for a second time, he unloaded his pent up frustration.
He hummed quietly to himself as he showered a smile or chuckle never far from his face. Dried and dressed he looked down at the beautiful naked form on the bed, now deep in sleep. She lay just as he had positioned her.
“Well my love…I’ve truly enjoyed being with you, as much as I’d like to stay and give you more pleasure I must be gone” he blew her a kiss and left.
*************
The men with hammers were banging loudly, the banging wasn’t from workmen outside but they were inside my head, my mouth tasted like mud and silt from a river. My eyes hurt as I tried to open them. Edward…. where’s Edward…last night we made love…delicious love…deep love…I remember it…but where is he…he…he? He was never here, how could he, he’s still overseas, he’ll be coming home soon, but not right now…it….it seemed so real…so very, very real.
I touched my skin and realized I was naked, completely naked…I looked, taking in the scene…I was naked and my legs were splayed apart as if….as if. Oh my god no…no, it can’t be…it didn’t happen…please dear god tell me it is untrue. I pushed up onto my elbows and surveyed the room, through blood shot bleary eyes. My clothes were strewn all over the place. Oh god he had, he must have…I’d been screwed alright…but not by my loving Edward…but by Earl…it was all coming back to me…it wasn’t a dream…it had all been for real, all that wine Earl had been feeding me had, had it’s effect…he’d got what he wanted and left.
Suddenly I felt cold, real cold and deep in guilt, god what had I done, how could I face Edward again…if he ever found out…it wasn’t worth thinking. How could I live with him and not tell him what I’d done.
I showered, dressed and went to the desk “What room is Earl Davenport in please?” I asked.
“Earl Davenport…Earl Davenport…let me see” as the desk clerk ran down the guests names.
“Sorry madam, but we have no Earl Davenport staying with us”
The bastard, not here, then where is he staying.
I was completely lost and dejected…I just did not know what to do or where to go. I kept thinking how dirty and guilty I felt…the more I dwelled upon it the more depressed I became.
I failed to find any trace of Earl Davenport in any of the hotels I’d rang…I eventually returned home to work and await the return of Edward. Worse was to come, I was two weeks overdue with my period and my worst nightmare was confirmed when the test showed I was pregnant…one thing was for certain, it wasn’t Edwards…now there was no escaping my telling Edward what had happened…had Earl actually been a friend of Edwards. When Edward next contacted me, I casually asked if there had been someone who had worked with him in Africa called Earl Davenport. When he told me the story…it all fitted together…god what a stupid bitch I’d been…how could I have fallen into the trap so easily.
Edwards return was not as it should have been, I tried to keep up appearances and was truly happy and delighted he was back…but it was all tempered with despair, the child I was going to have should have been his…Edwards and not that of Earl Davenports…I had to tell him…sooner or later he was going to find out.
I tried to hold off from telling him. I wanted to enjoy our moments together. It had been so long. I tried I really tried…but Edward sensed there was something amiss…I could no longer pretend nothing was wrong.
“What’s wrong honey…you seem to have been distant toward me ever since I’ve returned”
I looked long and hard at him, my heart thumping in my chest. There was never going to be a good time to give him the news…it might as well be now as ever.
“Sit down sweetheart….I…I…have something I need to tell you”
There was a look of concern on his face as he sat next to me.
“Ok…ok…lets hear it…let’s see if we can’t work something out….surely it can’t be that bad”
“Oh it is my love…it is” I replied.
As I related what had happened I watched the expression on his face…it showed pain and outrage, anger…I had had no way of knowing if it were directed toward me or Earl. The more I related the story, the more I felt cheap and could not help but blame myself for what had happened.
I’m so sorry Edward…so…so…sorry” I said and took hold of his hand.
He quickly withdrew it and stood, walking toward the window, staring out, deep in thought.
“I have to go out” he said
“Where are you going” I asked
“I don’t know…just out…I need some fresh air…I need to think” he said, quickly walking out of the room.
I was left alone with my own thoughts; I didn’t know what to think or how Edward would finally react.
Hours later I heard his car, and then he came into the living room. I waited for him to speak.
“I don’t suppose you would consider an abortion would you?” he asked
“No…no, you know my feelings on that issue Edward…no abortions” I replied
“Well I can’t say I’m too pleased with the situation…that bastard Earl, found a way to get back at me, if he were here now I’d break his neck…however what’s been done is done, we can’t undo it now, let’s take it a day at a time and see what happens” he said.
“Ok…let’s work on it…I’m sure we can do this together” I replied, but not with any great enthusiasm, I could tell Edwards pride had been punctured, but I thought time might heal the wound that was between us.
I knew it wasn’t going to work. Try as we might things were not really improving; we grew more and more distant from each other. I knew every time he looked at me, he saw Earl and me together.
Then the letters started to arrive.
(Hi Edward, this is Earl, how’s that lovely wife of yours, pregnant I hope. Yes she is a real joy to be with. I remember only too well the night I slipped inside her…oh god it was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever done. I hope when you slip inside her you think of me. Your old friend Earl)
Similar letters continued to come, Earl was taking great joy in taunting Edward, and he never let up reminding him of that night he’d spent with me.
Then young Daniel was born, he was so beautiful, but to Edward it more salt in an already festering wound.
To Edwards’s credit, he did try, but the continuing letters kept coming. Then the phone call.
“Hi Edward, this is Earl Davenport here, remember me, I’m the guy how fucked your wife, I believe she had a fine healthy boy…that’ my son Edward…I do hope your taking care of him” then he hung up. Daniel was now three, but Edward could take no more of it, it was the last straw. When I returned home one day, I found a letter for me, telling me he was leaving me, that he had found someone else, someone he felt he could trust. I also found that the bank accounts had been cleaned out, my punishment for my infidelity, wished me luck and hoped I’d find someone in the future. I had nothing, oh he’d paid a months rent for Daniel, and me but after that nothing.
I searched the situations vacant and rentals, I needed a job and cheaper accommodation and I needed them quick. Finding employment was a little difficult, the positions I sought seemed to be reluctant to take on a solo mother, or I was overly qualified. I did eventually manage an office position in a lawyer’s office…low paid of course. The rental was a little easier, but a far cry from what we had had before.
So I settled into a new life…Daniel and me. I soon realised it was going to be a struggle. I seemed to earn one dollar, but always-owed two dollars, but somehow we managed…just. I also had the fortune to befriend the couple next door. They were the epitome of married life and happy couples. He was a good father and worked hard to provide for them, she was a doting mother with four kids, two of each and another on the way, nothing seemed to faze her, she rose above every eventuality that life threw at them, always a smile on her face…Daniel could not have had a better person to look after him whilst I was at work…to her he was just part of their family….I must admit to a feeling of jealousy…but I was really happy for them and grateful I had them as neighbors.
It was a day-to-day grind, then I met Greg, Greg had come to the office, seeking a solicitor and advice for a minor misdemeanor. He seemed a nice guy and we chatted whilst he waited for his appointment.
“Hey…look would you like to go out tonight…just a meal and some friendly chat…nothing serious” he asked.
I must admit that I was put on the back foot at his suggestion, it was right out of the blue, I’d not been out for, I don’t know how long.
“Oh I don’t know…I’d have to organize a baby sitter and I’ve nothing to wear”
“Oh come on…I’m sure you must know someone who’ll baby sit for you…it’s just a meal” he said.
I thought, why not, I’d only had my own company for such a long time…to spend time with another person sounded ok to me.
“Ok…if you want…will you pick me up” I asked
“Sure I will…look forward to it” he said smiling as I wrote down my phone number and address.
“If you get a better offer, just give me a call” I said to him.
“I can guarantee I am not gona get a better offer…. seven o clock” he said, and then took his appointment.
I must admit, I enjoyed the evening; it had been a while since I’d been out with anyone sharing a meal and some convivial conversation was just what I needed. Greg and I started to meet regular and soon I felt I was back in the real world again, not going home and living like a hermit, not really knowing what was going on out there. The subject of sex had not been raised and I did not push it. I thought I’d just let it take its course.
After bringing me home one night, we were sitting on the couch having a coffee, the coffee finished, Greg put his arm around me, drew me close and we started kissing…passionately, this was something I’d not done in a long time and it felt good…I needed it. When his hand made its way under my skirt, I did not object, then it was on my thigh and I held him even tighter and sighed. I made no move to stop him when I felt my pants being pulled down. “Oh god Greg….yes…yes” I sighed, my pulse and heart racing with excitement and anticipation.
“Oh honey…I love you…I love you” He murmured as he pulled my pants even further down. I stiffened a little as his hand slid between my legs and started to stroke and caress my wet pussy, a pussy that had not felt a mans stiff member in many a long time. When his fingers slid inside me in was an immense joy and again I clung to him like I’d never done to any man in a long age. When he shuffled to undo his belt and I heard the purr of his zip being pulled down, my pulse raised even faster…I knew the procedure…I knew what came next. When he had his pants down to his knees, he placed himself on top of me. The feel of hard flesh between my thighs, seemed more than I could bare. I threw my legs apart in anticipation and begged him to take me.
“I am love…I am” and in the next instant I felt him push inside of me
“Oh god Greg” I gasped as I felt my pussy expanding, filling with his hard manhood.
“O honey…I’ve wanted to do this for so long…you feel so good” he said
“I’ve wanted you for so long” I replied.
Feeling his ass rise and fall was the best feeling I’d had in a long…long time. I held him tight, willing him to go harder and deeper. It was as if neither of us had, had sex for many a year as he continued to thrust into me. God I loved it, I didn’t realise until now how much I’d missed it…. how much I wanted it. For twenty minutes he pounded into me, I egging him on, telling him how good it was…how good it felt…then…. he was cuming. This time though there would be no repercussions, no babes to follow. I’d taken the precaution of going on the pill. He could cum inside me, as many times as he liked, it would have no effect.
He continued to lie between my legs. It felt so good, he still inside me. We kissed and fondled each other, smiled and laughed, until I felt him harden up once more and again his ass humped up and down until once again his cum flowed inside me for a second time.
It was pointless that we stayed on the couch; I suggested he stay the night and I must admit, it was much more comfortable being naked and connected to one another in bed.
For the first time in ages I felt good again, I had a boyfriend, who seemed to like and love me and I had feelings for him to, but not deep down feelings…I guess we were good friends that could see a need for each other and we were each able to fulfill those needs.
He introduced me to his friend Allen…who had a girlfriend Cilla. They were a mad couple and seemed to fit together real well. Cilla was a likeable woman, but I guess I would not have sought her out as a friend if I’d had a choice, but there was nothing about her to dislike, as I said she was likeable and she liked having fun.
On the odd nights Greg asked me out it was in the company of Allan and Cilla, when we did go out it was to various clubs, Cilla just loved them, always enthusiastic to try somewhere different “Oh wasn’t that so much fun” was her catch phrase, every time we went anywhere.
You could never nock her back on her enthusiasm. Then one night Allan suggested we go to a strip club. I was about to voice my disapproval when Cilla in her true enthusiastic way said “Oh yeh…yeh I’ve always wanted to go to one of them” I didn’t want to be Ms Killjoy so I put on my mock enthusiastic face and said “Yeh…yeh sounds great” and so it was decided.
As we walked through the door, it was painfully obvious it was a male thing…well ninety per cent male. There was the sprinkling of females, who I assumed were like Cilla and I and had gone along out of curiosity. Scantily clad females served and flirted will the male patrons, almost naked bottoms were being pinched, felt or slapped, breasts coming in for similar attention, whilst on stage three perfectly shaped females with good breasts, nice hips and tight asses cavorted around a steel pole. At that precise moment bras were being undone and allowed to fall to the floor, along with a roar of approval from the crowd.
“Hi folks…can I find you a table” It was one of the scantily clad females. I could see she was almost dressed. Her tasseled bra just held back her ample breasts from bursting out. Something little more than a thong adorned her waist, just managing to hide her most private parts. The tassels hanging from it offered no protection from goggling lustful eyes, Greg and Allen amongst them. I wondered how many hands had fondled those nice round buttocks over the evening.
“Er yes…yes” Greg eventually managed to splutter.
“Ok…follow me” she said, which Greg and Allan were more than happy to do, their eyes never straying far from her ass.
“It’s as near as I can get you to the action folks…you got to be early for the front ones I’m afraid”
“No…no this is fine” said Allan…talking to her breasts.
“Oh isn’t this just soooo exciting” said Cilla.
“Whow…it is” said the guys, whose attention was now on the girls on stage.
Their pants had been removed and they were down the pole, wiggling their hind end’s displaying nice clean-shaven pussies for the guys to see…and us females who just happened to be looking in that direction at the time.
“Whow…this is great” again from Cilla.
“Mmmm absolutely” agreed the men
When the music stopped there were wolf whistles and applause along with more money being thrown toward the women? The women then proceeded to collect the money strewn around their feet, and the last thing they picked up was their bra and panties, it was obvious that the money was a top priority.
Now a guy strode on stage to announce the next set of girls. “And now all the way from…for your pleasure tonight…give a big round of applause for Dusty, Delores and Candy” Then once again the stage was filled with another three well developed, scantily clad females, the audience burst into rapturous applause and the music stated up and the girls cavorted and made love to the steel pole.
Cilla was well into it, swaying to the music, her face and smiles letting us know she liked being here.
“I could do that” she said
“Don’t be silly dear…no you couldn’t you’re ass is too big for a start” said Allan smiling at her.
“No its not…you always said I have a nice ass…it is a nice ass…isn’t it Laura” she said turning to me for support.
“Yes…yes it’s a very nice ass Cilla…tale no notice of Allan” I replied, assuring her, her ass as ok.
“See Mr Smarty pants…Laura agrees I’ve got a nice ass”.
“Yeh well all you women stick together…and besides she’s just being polite” said Allan.
Before Cilla could ask again I said, “No…no I mean it…Cilla has a nice ass”
“Yeh well there you go see…I bet Laura and I could dance and show ourselves just as good as they do” said Cilla, pouting a little.
“Don’t involve me in there” I replied, it’s not my scene I don’t think I’d have the courage to strip in front of all these guys” I said as I looked toward the stage just in time to see bras being discarded.
“I’ve got tits just as good as theirs” commented Cilla. Oh god I thought here we go again.
As it was she did seem to be as well proportioned as any on stage so far. Allan knew it as well he just enjoyed winding her up.
The place certainly had atmosphere and I’d say the drinks were costing quite a bit for each and every round, I was glad I wasn’t buying; I had enough debt to contend with, without adding to it.
The guy’s eyes must have been strained and tired between watching the girls on the pole strip and the hostess’s asses as they passed by taking orders. At times it was all too much for some of the guys as they grabbed hold of one and pulled her onto their laps, fondling as much as they could before the girl, light heartedly admonished them, then rewarding them with a kiss, for them it was all well worth it.
Cilla and I were privy to a conversation at the table next to us. We saw the girl come to take the order from the guy. “Here sweetie, come sit on my lap” he said, grabbing her around the waist and placing her on his knee.
“I got a hundred bucks if you’ll come back to my motel with me” he said. I turned away from them, not wanting them to think I was taking any particular interest…but I could still hear.
“Buster…it’ll cost you more than a hundred bucks” she replied.
“Ok…how much do you charge honey” he asked.
“Three hundred is my price” I heard her say.
“Ok…three hundred it is…when are you finished” he asked
“In an hour” she replied.
“Suits me…an hours time eh”
“I’ll come and collect you” she replied and then she gave him his customary kiss and left him.
Cilla looked at me and said “Whow…three hundred bucks…and I give it to Allan for free…I’m in the wrong business”
In spite of my early reservations, I had quite enjoyed the evening; I think Cilla and Allan kept us entertained as much as anything. Suddenly it became a regular place we visited. I became quite adept at picking out the guys and girls making appointments to go to whatever motel the guy was staying at. I also noticed that the same girls were also hostessing after finishing on stage. The stage was a good place to display their charms and wares for the guys to see, before offering them money for services.
It was on one particular night, when we were all sitting and watching the show, that we were approached by a man, he was a pudgy kind of guy, looked like a beached whale only pinky flesh colored, hair receding and combed to make the use of what little he had.
“Hey Greg, Greg Shepherd…what are you doing here” he said addressing Greg.
“Good god…Bob Tyson…I could ask you the same thing…its an age since we last met” said Greg shaking hands with the new comer.
“As it happens…I’ve just bought this place” he replied making a sweeping gesture around the area.
“What you own the joint” Greg replied, with an unbelieving expression.
“Yep…always wanted a strip joint…now I got one…enjoying the show folks” he said, addressing all of us.
“We always do…we just love it” Cilla replied in her usual enthusiastic way.
His eyes raked over Cilla and my body. “We can always do with an extra couple of dancer’s ladies…wouldn’t be interested would you?”
Before I could answer Cilla quickly responded. “Sure we would…. we’d love to be starters…wouldn’t we Laura”
I took a look at the girl shaking and wiggling her ass. “No…no I wouldn’t Cilla….I just don’t think I could do that…it’s not me” I said. Normally I’d gone along with her requests, not wanting to appear a party pooper, but this time I had to tell her. I wasn’t going to join in.
“Oh come on Laura…you can do it…where’s your sense of fun and adventure” she said rather petulantly.
“Sorry Cilla…not this time” I replied.
“Hey it’s easy work love…just dance around the pole…show off your ass…thrill the guys and they give you money to do so…its no big problem” said Bob trying to convince me I should join Cilla on stage.
I took another look at the bare ass and shaved pussy cavorting around the pole; no I thought, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
“Oh god you’re no fun” said Cilla, slumping down on her chair and putting on her best sulking look.
“You can still do it if you want, you don’t really need me to hold you’re hand” I replied.
“I was kinda hoping you’d do it with me” she continued pouting.
“The money’s real good” said Bob, trying one last time to convince me, I should do it.
“Yeh…and the other extra’s they offer as well” I replied, knowing that the girls made appointments for sex.
Bob looked at me for a long moment. “Oh that…well yes I guess that does happen…but that is up to the girls…we don’t have any control over what happens after they leave here…its up to them…I’m sorry I can’t convince you…I think you’d do well up there” his eyes zeroed in on my legs.
“Good to see you again Greg…must catch up sometime…I’ll send a complimentary round of drinks over”
“Yeh great to see you again Bob, thanks for the drinks” replied Greg.
Cilla continued to sulk and pout, that I would not become a stripper. As I watched the dancers do their thing, try as I might I could not envisage myself performing naked before all those lacteous male eyes.
Now if anyone thinks that we all visited this nightspot on a nightly or weekly basis. I must hasten to add that is not true. Most nights I was working, or by myself, working at a warehouse packing goods, to help pay ever-mounting bills and debt. Yes Greg came around once in a while and having a meal out with him was what I perceived as a real treat. Greg and I were never going to go anywhere, there was no real chemistry between us, and we were friends with certain privileges.
The warehouse was hard work; it wasn’t made any better by having a foreman who thought all the female staff owed him a debt of gratitude. I’d seen a few of the girls emerge from behind the packing cases at the far end of the warehouse, patting their hair back in place, straightening skirts and buttoning up their blouses. Dan…the foreman would emerge shortly after, with a satisfied smirk on his face.
He’d cornered me a few times also, telling me if I knew what was good for me I’d co-operate and meet with his demands…so far I’d delayed in meeting with his demands. The penalty being I never got extra hours and received all the shitty jobs…so no, life was not all beer and skittles; it was hard and getting harder.
When we next visited the strip joint, we caught up with Allan sitting by himself.
“Hey what’s up pal…Cilla left you?” Greg asked.
“Oh no…nothing like that” he said, looking a little dejected.
Greg ordered a round of drinks and we sat next to Allan.
“Well where is she…what’s happened” asked Greg.
“You’ll see…just wait” he replied
As we sipped and waited, the three girls on stage finished their act and another three were introduced. When the announcer said the name Cilla, we all took a renewed interest, and sure enough, out walked Cilla, bra bursting at the seams and the briefest of g-strings.
Oh my god, she did it, she really did it. I thought to myself. I had to admit she looked good as she danced, swayed and revolved around the pole. She did have a good ass, contrary to Allan’s comments and her figure was as good as any that had been before.
“I see what you mean” Greg said.
“Yeh well you know Cilla…once she gets and idea…there’s just no stopping her, is there” he said glumly.
I thought about the other thing that went on.
“What about…what about…you know what” I asked, not wanting to come out with it.
His silence on the subject said it all…that as well I thought.
“Yeh…twice so far” he eventually said. “Oh” I replied and closed off the subject as I watched her glide and sway as if she had done it for years. First her bra, fell to the floor and eventually the g-sting as she wiggled her ass…and now shaved pussy for all to view.
I could see pain on Allan’s face as he stared at her…I wondered how much longer these two would remain together.
“Yeh she does have a nice ass” Greg said. I kicked his leg under the table and glowered at him. It really wasn’t what Allan wanted to hear right now.
“Yeh I know…nobody knew better than me” he commented.
We watched her finish, then reemerge later. Dressed in the regular hostesses outfit, tasseled bra and almost panties and tasseled bottom half. She made sure her bum and hips swayed as she walked from table to table, customer to customer. Allan refrained from watching her as she was hauled from one lap to another, the feigned rebukes and the complimentary kisses, the grabbing feeling slapping hands at her ass. She reveled in it…no I could see Allan and her would soon be parted.
Eventually she caught sight of us and approached with a huge smile on her face.
“Hi you two…didn’t see you come in…catch my act did you” she asked.
“Yeh, we caught it alright” said Greg.
“What do you think…good eh?”
“Oh yes it was great” replied Greg.
“You looked really good out there Cilla” I said.
“See and no big ass either” she added
“Most certainly not” I replied.
“No…it’s a very fine ass in fact” Greg said pensively, reminding himself of her ass as it swayed and wiggled before them.
Cilla put a loving arm around my neck. “You should join us Laura…its real fun…I know you’d like it…once you’ve done it…it gets easier…and the girls are a heap of fun also, you really must try it” she said.
Before I could answer, a male was waving to her on the other side of the room. “Hey got to go” then focused her attention on Allan. “Hey honey…I’m gona be late tonight…don’t wait up…give it some thought Laura” then she was strolling over to the far table, hips and ass swaying from side to side the tassels having no effect on concealing her ass.
I could see the pain in Allan’s eyes. “Well I guess I may as well get going…here buy yourselves a round” he said as he rose from the table and walked toward the exit, he looked real dejected and probably was.
Greg looked at me…we said nothing…there was nothing really we could say.
I continued to work days and nights and the bills and debts continued to mount, the landlord increased the rent, adding to an already overloaded money owing problem. It was about to get worse. I’d clocked into my night job at the warehouse, was carrying out the shitty duties my wonderful foreman had deemed to allocate me.
I was down the far end of the store, music was blaring loudly over the tanoy system, when I as confronted with Dan Pleasant, his name bore no resemblance to his demeanor. He was a pig of the highest order. I knew he had intimidated the other women through fear. I was one of; if not the only one he had not fucked. He was big powerful and threatening in appearance and manner.
“Hi honey, fancy meeting you here” he said, with a wolfish smile.
“What do you want, Pleasant?” I asked.
“Hey that’s no way to treat your foreman…I just thought you and I could have some time together…get to know each other a little better…know what I mean” the wolfish smile replaced with one of anticipated lust, as his eyes raked over my body.
“I see you’re wearing a skirt tonight…now that is a good sign…. you obviously want it”
Normally I wore slacks, which were better for work around the warehouse, but tonight I’d just picked up a skirt and donned that.
“All I want is to get on with my job…nothing else” I said, standing my ground.
“Oh no…you want more than that…. much more…come on admit it” he said taking a step closer.
I looked to his right, trying to see a way past him. He’d caught me in the right place, behind me, was only racks. To get away I had to duck under him and run. He had anticipated my thinking.
“You can try honey, but I doubt you’ll make it” he said, that every present smile, he was enjoying this. The cat and the mouse. I made my move and feigned to his right, then ducked left, but for a big man he was very agile and he caught me around my waist, and flung me against the packing crates. I screamed for help, but the music was so loud, I doubt if anyone would hear me.
“Ha, ha….go on scream sweetheart, but I doubt if anyone will hear or come to rescue you. The other girls know better than to interrupt our time together…why don’t you just relax and enjoy the moment?” he said, pressing himself hard against me and gyrating his hips.
“Feel that honey…big isn’t it, its all for you…. you’re going to enjoy it…once you’ve had it I’ll guarantee you’ll be back for more…. they all do”
I could feel his hardness through the fabric of our clothing. There was no doubt…no doubt what so ever he had an erection, the thought of what he was going to do to me had him excited. He slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me even tighter, hands feeling my bum, squeezing my buttocks. “Help…help…somebody please help me” I shouted again. But he only laughed all the louder. “Yeh that’s the way honey…shout…but you’ll need to shout louder than that” the music blearing in our ears. He pressed his lips hard against mine, kissing me full on the lips. I tried again to break free, but his grip was vice like.
“Oh sweetheart, I’ve waited a long time for this moment, don’t fight me, I’m ready for you…just try and relax…enjoy it…you will enjoy it…I just know you will” his hands slipping to the hem of my skirt, quickly pulling it upward, then the same hands back squeezing my bare buttocks.
“Oh my love you have such a lovely warm ass, so smooth, so firm, so round”. His eyes closed as he dwelt on the feelings he was experiencing, holding and playing with my ass.
“Please Dan…don’t do this…not now…not here…maybe we could go somewhere later…my place…its quiet and private, we could have some fun there” I said trying to pacify him. Give me time to think and get away from him.
“See I knew you wanted it…we can do it here now…then go to your place later…do it all again” he replied. I knew I’d made a mistake. Now he thought I was keen to have him.
I felt my panties being pulled down around my knees.
“Oh god no…please no Dan…don’t do this I beg of you” I said.
“But you want it honey…you said you did…didn’t you?”
“Yes I know what I said but….”
“Then let’s do it now” he butted in
I heard the purr of the zip on his jeans…his fly was now open.
“Oh god no…please no Dan” I pleaded again.
“Spread your legs honey…open up for Dan baby”
I never even thought about closing them tight, I just automatically opened up for him.
“Yeh baby…that’s the way…I knew you wanted it” he said. I felt the warm hard flesh, pressing against my thigh.
“Oh god no” I said. Now resigned on him penetrating me. Felt him right up close against my slit. I closed my eyes and waited, ready to gasp. Then the music stopped and a voice shouted
“Pleasant…Pleasant…are you there” It was the factory manager. I’d never seen him here at this time of night before.
Suddenly Dan was reversing rapidly, his cock was back in his trousers and his fly done up.
“Now you just keep quiet bitch…don’t say a word…stay here, I’ll be back, we can continue this when Steadman leaves…stay here…do you hear me?” he asked
“Yes Dan…don’t you worry…I’ll stay here…I’ll be waiting for you…now go and see what Steadman wants?” I said.
“Good girl…I won’t be long” he gave me one last hug and kiss, then walked out from behind the packing cases to front up to Steadman.
I quickly pulled up my panties and straightened my skirt, my heart and pulse were racing. I had no intention of staying and waiting for the pig to return. The bell had saved me and I was going to make full use of it. I sneaked from isle to isle, slowly making my way up to the exit. I grabbed my purse and personals and fled from the warehouse, swearing never to return. As I tried to sleep that night I realised how close it had been, I could still feel the warmth of his hard penis pressing against my thigh.
Now I was one job less, less income and mounting debt. The warehouse job had been one of the few night shift positions available. I tried all the usual situations, bar maid etc, but no one was hiring at the time…I was a single mum…with a single job.
I considered returning to the warehouse to work, but knew if I did, My first night back Don Pleasant would take me down the back, place me against the packing cases, and take up where we left off, from then on I would be just one of his girls to have fun with anytime he decided he wanted me, like all the others I would have no say in the matter. If I worked there I would be at his bidding, to do with as he pleased.
I made matters worse by taking a loan. I was desperate to pay the mounting bills, phone electric…they never seemed to stop coming. As I paid one, another seemed to magically take its place. I felt alone and depressed, the world and every thing in it were closing in on me.
When we visited the strip club that night I felt less like going out than fly to the moon. Greg made every effort to lift my spirits and I tried to look happy and was enjoying his company…but it was a real effort.
I drank a little more than usual, trying to hide away from the demons that haunted me.
I watched as Cilla went through her routine, along with the other girls. They mixed and mingled as if they had no care in the world and money was being thrown at them with carefree abandon
When Cilla came over to our table… devoid of Allan, whom I suspected was either still at home or had left Cilla.
“Hi folks, what can I get you” she asked, Greg giving her the order. “Can I see you for a minute…in the ladies room” I asked.
“Sure…what’s on your mind” she asked. “In the ladies room” I said
“Well what’s all the mystery” she queried.
“I want to do it” I said
“Yeah…want to do what” she asked
“I want to…er dance…strip…do what you are doing” I said.
She looked at me as if I was joking and was now going to deliver the punch line. When nothing else was said, she replied “You mean it…don’t you…you actually want to do it”
“Yes…yes I mean it…I’m fed up with struggling to make ends meet, always paying one bill of another, I never have anything left over…and now I have a loan to pay as well as all the other debt” I told her about the warehouse and Don Pleasant and how I’d fled from the place and never gone back.
“Oh god that’s wonderful news” she said flinging her arms around me, like I was some long lost sister. “Oh its going to be great working with you…you’ll not regret it…sure the guys get a little worked up at times but if they get too uncontrollable we have a great bouncer...Arnie…really looks after us…oh I can’t believe it” she said and again flung her arms around me hugging me.
“I…I don’t think I could do the other thing…you know?” I said.
“Oh that…don’t worry about that…really its no big deal…just like you and Greg having sex, but you get paid for doing it…first let’s get you stripping”
When I asked Cilla about Allan, she looked at me and said. “Well Alan has left…I guess it was too much for him…I can’t blame him really”
When Greg asked what all the secrecy was about I told him nothing…just a girlie thing.
I took some time off work, in order to see Bob Shepherd. He was all over me, pouring on the charm and telling me all the good things about working there.
“Could you start tonight honey” he asked. God that seemed so sudden, I thought next week or later, but tonight.
“Oh I don’t know…I’ve never done anything like this before…I thought I’d need some rehearsing before hand” I said
“We’ll do the rehearsing right now, Cilla and a couple of other girls are on hand, and we’ll dig you out a costume for the time being and spend some time learning the ropes.
He took me and introduced me to the other girls that were there…I already knew Cilla.
“Cilla find her a costume for dancing in and a one for hostessing in, we have a few spare lying around…then show her a few moves…I’ll leave you with them Laura” he said and left me with the girls.
Just as Cilla had said, they seemed friendly and helpful, telling me what to do and what not to do…passing on the benefits of their own experiences.
When I had donned the first costume. I already felt naked. It hid little or nothing as I stood staring at the figure in the mirror.
“Oh god I can’t do this…I just can’t do this” I said.
“Ho…honey we’ve all said that…ask Cilla…she thought is was going to be so easy…until she saw herself just as you are doing right now” said Debra.
“That’s right Laura…I almost fled…but don’t worry we’ll be with you…you’ll have plenty of support…get the first one under your belt and you’ll be away laughing” said Cilla, reassuringly.
“Now lets go and do a couple of strips…just take your lead from us…do exactly what we do” and I followed them on to the stage.
Only the stage lights were on, there were no patrons at this time of day, thank goodness, suddenly music was playing. The girls were swaying, dancing in time to the music, swinging around the pole, bodies arched, bums stuck outward, making as many sexy, sensual poses as possible. I tried to follow, copy their actions but my own efforts only seemed wooden, stilted and I swung around the pole, falling in a heap a couple of times. We went over and over the movements until if not totally as proficient as they were, I’d improved sufficiently to pass myself of as a stripper…time and practice could only improve me. My body and muscles were already starting to ache.
“Now…let’s do a complete strip” said Debra.
“What now?” I asked
“Now’s as good as ever…remember tonight all those tables and chairs are going to be full of half intoxicated men…men with only one thing on their mind”
The thought of them had me wondering if I could really do this.
“Yes…yes…I suppose you’re right” I stammered.
The music started again. I twisted and twirled, shook and shaked. I watched and waited for my cue. My steps were better coordinated this time. I saw Debra reach behind her, with a practiced deftness, the clasp of her bra was undone, as she shook she slipped out of it, holding it above her head, twirling it, then Cilla did the same, their naked breasts shook and wobbled, a reaction to their dancing, like firm jellies on a plate. I followed suit, it seemed so easy, how many times had I removed my own bra, but moving and twisting it was somewhat harder to do, without making it look a deliberate task. Eventually it was free and I did as they did, showing it to the none existent patrons. A final few twirls and they were discarded, falling to the floor. Now we had to remove the bottom part, it had to be done slow, tantalizingly, teasingly. The patrons had to be on the edge of their seats; this was the moment they had all been waiting for. I tried to make it look as natural as I could, as I swayed my hips and slowing pushed my g-sting over my hips, down my thighs and tried to step out of them. It worked to a certain extent. I thought I was doing quite well until I tried to step out of them and my hi-heel entangled in them and I fell flat on my face. It was my ego that hurt, my body felt ok as I stood up.
The applause came from Bob Shepherd who had been watching the action from beyond the stage.
“Well done…well done…a bit more practice, but please Laura, don’t look so serious, relax more, look as if you are enjoying it…a smile would help…smile for the customers” he said.
I thought it wasn’t my face they would be looking at…then I realized I was on stage naked in front of a guy…tonight there would be more…a lot more.
This stripping lark wasn’t as easy as it looked and I’d need some more practice to get it right. Before I left, I tried on the hostess costume. I might as well be strutting around naked. The tasseled g-string hid nothing of my ass; my perfectly rounded tight bottom, which I was so proud of would be at the mercy of all those guys who would be grabbing at it tonight as I served their drinks. The bra only exaggerated my cleavage, as my breasts fought to free themselves from their restriction.
I soaked in the bath, my muscles already ached. I took the lady shave and removed the pubic hair between my legs. I’d noticed all the girls had shaved their pussies. Whilst I’d not been told or requested to do so, I thought perhaps I should. As I dried myself off in front of the mirror, my pussy looked and felt smooth and bald…I was ready. I practiced at the stripping part, until I felt I was as good as I was ever going to be for tonight. I went next door to my neighbors, collected Daniel and told them I now had another night job and could they look after him. As usual it was no bother to them. Daniel was becoming more and more part of their family. I just had to find more time for him.
When the time eventually came for me to strut my stuff. It was even harder for me to do than I’d imagined. I stared at my almost naked body in the mirror.
“Oh god I can’t do this…I just can’t do this” I said.
“Yes you can…yes you can” came a chorus from the other girls. The announcing was being made. Cilla took the lead and Debra was behind, making sure I could not back out of it. My heart raced and my legs were going weak. I heard my name being included as one of the dancers, and then we were all strutting on stage. The sight was different from this afternoon. Not just one set of eyes but hundreds, all zeroed in, watching and waiting for that one moment. The atmosphere seemed electric. My heart pounded and thumped in my chest. I wanted to flee, run get away from here anywhere, just go. I was terrified.
The music was playing and I found myself swaying and twisting along with Cilla and Debra. I shut out the crowed, concentrated on the music and I clung to the pole, I went down and pushed my ass out toward the patrons. Smile…smile…Bob’s words coming back to me. I smiled as I swung my body around the pole. I saw Cilla…bra in hand…holding it high above her head, her naked breasts as they moved in time with her body. Then Debra as she to removed her bra. It was time for me. This time it just seemed to click as I casually reached behind, flicked the clasp and suddenly my naked breasts were bouncing around as I held my bra aloft, wiggling my hips and ass.
I could see the money starting to land at my feet like confetti. I smiled and blew them all a kiss. Cilla was slowly removing her g-string…the time was approaching…yet now I felt no terror at removing my g-string. I just seemed to have passed through that barrier as I danced, swayed and threw kisses at the patrons. I slowly and deliberately pulled down my g-string, just as I’d done in rehearsals, making every gesture sexy and sensual as I could, giving them all that come and get it look. When it came time to step out of them, there was no falling flat on my face. It was done with comparative ease as more confetti fell at my feet. Then it was over, I waved and blew more kisses to the patrons, smiling as I did so, then I bent down, my ass toward the crowed, scooped up the money, then my bra and g-string and made for the change room.
I couldn’t believe it was over, god I’d done it. “See it wasn’t as bad as you thought…was it” said Cilla.
“No…no it wasn’t but I was terrified before hand…I just wanted to flee from the place” I said and looked at the money lying on the bench in front of me. I had no idea how much there was, but it seemed to me like a small fortune.
“Well…no time to stop Laura…let’s get changed and start serving the patrons…next thing is to get yourself set up with an appointment for after…there’ll be plenty to choose from”
“Oh no…not that, I’ve told you, the stripping yes…guys and motels never”
There were knowing smiles and glances from the other girls…nothing was said apart from Cilla.
“Ok if you say so Laura” and proceeded to change into her other costume.
Why don’t they believe me I wondered…that part of the business I didn’t want to know?
As I went from table to table, my ass was a constant target, felt, pinched, squeezed. I was pulled onto laps, hands grabbing and fondling my breasts and the inevitable propositions.
“How much do you charge honey…I got a hundred bucks if you join me in my motel later”
I’d just tell them I was other wise engaged, give them their customary kiss and move on, my ass always receiving one last squeeze as I did so. After a few weeks working there I was getting the hang of it, my dancing and stripping were better, more proficient. I was learning how to handle the guys and I’d not gone back with any of the patrons to their rooms or motels. The money I was receiving from the dancing and stripping was now helping me pay back some of the debt I’d accumulated, I could at last see some light up ahead.
It was just another night, as I danced and swayed to the music, slowly discarding my clothing, well bra and g-string. My attention was drawn to a guy sitting at a table near the front. He was a real good-looking man, well groomed, with expensive tastes in clothing that I could see quite clearly from where I danced. He had a certain air about him, self-assured to the point of arrogance. The type of guy that knew what he wanted and usually got it. Knowing he’d got my attention he raised his glass to me, winked and took a sip on the liquor it contained. I ignored him and continued to dance and strip. When I next looked at him, he dipped into his inside jacket pocket, took out a stash of notes, spread them like a dealer spreads his cards, never taking his eyes off me. Then I saw the words he wanted to convey to me…I read his lips quite plainly.
“I—WANT—TO—FUCK—YOU” and indicated to the money spread across the table.
His view of my hind end was quite visible as I bent and presented it to him. It wasn’t intentional on my behalf; it was just that he had picked the perfect spot to view it. My shaved pussy was right there before him and I knew his eyes would be glued to it right now. When the music stopped, as usual I bent and scooped up the money, I took a quick glance toward him…he had that arrogant know it all smile and once again razed his glass again in salute, blew a kiss and downed the drink. God who was this guy…somehow he worried me.
When I finished my routine I changed and went to serve the patrons, deliberately keeping away from the area of the good-looking stranger. I’d already been propositioned twice. The promise of a good and wondrous time lay ahead for me. All I had to do was accept the price they were willing to pay for my services. I stood at the bar awaiting, my customers drinks. I paid no attention to the hands of the other patrons waiting for service as they ran their hands over my ass. Then arms encircled my waist, warm breath against my neck and ear, then the voice. “Mmmm you smell so good” I did not need to turn and see who it was; instinct told me it was the good-looking stranger. He held onto me as I turned to face him, my ass now receiving the attention of his hands, as he gently ran them over the smooth taught surface, eventually squeezing them.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Like I said before…I want to fuck you and I’m willing to pay whatever you want for the privilege”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t do that” I replied.
His pearl white teeth shone as he smiled then laughed softly. “Oh but you do…I know you do”
The arrogant bastard I thought…pushing him away. “Like I said…I don’t do that…I’m sure one of the other girls will oblige you” I replied.
Unruffled by my rebuff he said, “I don’t want one of the other girls…only you…and you do, do it I’ll assure you” continuing that know it all small. “I’ll just have to keep trying” he said and turned away.
Bastard…arrogant bastard…you can try for as long as you like…you’ll be the last one I’d do it with. I thought to myself as I watched him walk away, but still he disturbed me.
My shift now over, my legs and muscles aching I stood outside the club breathing in the fresh night air. As I did so Debra passed by clinging to a guy, off to some motel to conclude some further business.
I was fumbling with my car keys, when a voice said. “My offer still stands…I have a nice soft bed for us waiting back at my place” It was good looking. I turned toward him, his arms quickly wrapped around my waist, holding me tight.
“Come on…let’s call a truce…I’m a really nice guy when you get to know me…let’s both snuggle up in that soft bed I have waiting”
“No…look when are you going to get it through you’re thick scull…I don’t do tricks” I said, once again pushing him away.
Even in the dark, I could see those perfect white teeth of his shine as he smiled. “Of course you do honey…you just don’t realise it yet” then added. “But I’ll keep trying…let me know when your ready for me” again turning away from me and walking to his car.
I had to take some deep breaths…god this guy was persistent and he annoyed me…god how he annoyed me.
He was true to his word, every time I turned around, there he was, smiling, never threatening “You ready for me yet?” he would ask. Every time he received the same answer from me. It became a routine between us as the weeks passed.
It was a beautiful clear night as I left the club that night. The air smelt particularly flesh and I felt good inside as I walked toward my car my hi-heals echoing on the car park concrete. I smiled to myself as both Debra and Cilla left with a guy each. Then the inevitable “Hi good looking.” My good-looking stranger stepped out of the shadows. He closed up, put his arms around my waist and drew me close. “You ready for me yet” he asked. I hesitated, not my quick response that usually followed his question. I looked away over his shoulder, saying nothing.
“Oh my god…you are ready for me aren’t you” he asked. I still made no reply.
“Come…let’s go” his arm firmly around my waist, as he led me toward his car. I made no reply, did not resist. I let him take me. I made no effort to brake free. I was aware of the muffled music from the club, voices over to my right, the clacking of my hi-heals as he led me nearer and nearer toward his car. He pointed the key ring at the car, there were three short sharp flashes of amber light, followed by the sound of tweak…tweak…tweak, as the doors unlocked. He opened the passenger’s door for me. I’d resigned myself to the inevitable
“There you are princess…buckle up” he said, closing the door at the same time. All outside sounds were lost to me. He took his position behind the wheel and turned the key. The dashboard lit up with a kaleidoscope of colourful lights, music started playing and at the same time the engine began to purr.
We backed up, turned and headed for the exit, made a right hand turn and were headed for who knows where. The headlights picking up the late or early morning traffic. Neither of us spoke, there seemed little or no reason to do so. I knew not where we were headed to…but I did know the reason why we were headed there. I sat staring vacantly out of the passenger’s window, as we headed further from the sanctuary of the clubs parking lot. The odd car, the late night strollers, closed shops; we passed them all…heading west…west toward the heights, the area where only the wealthy lived.
I’d walked away with him so meekly, his arm around my waist, I let him guide me to his car. I gave no resistance, none what so ever…the time had come upon me.
When I’d accepted the job as a stripper, I’d drunk from the golden chalice; its potent content had invaded my veins, spreading throughout my body. I’d passed through a portal and the door closing firmly behind me. The words of an old song “Hotel California” coming to me “You can check out anytime you want…you just cannot leave” I knew now I could not leave. The old Laura was gone forever…now it was the new and different Laura.
My handsome stranger hummed to the tune on the radio. I felt his warm hand on my thigh, stroking, squeezing it reassuringly. I felt a tingle of pleasure at its touch.
Just who was he…where did he live…if he was one of the rich people from the hill, why was he slumming it at a strip club. I shuddered a little as a thought hit me. I was reading tomorrows headlines in my mind “Prostitutes body found dumped” But I wasn’t a prostitute. Then the little voice. Oh but you will be when you leave him later, you’ll be clutching your reward tight, for the services you are about to render…oh yes my dear you are or are about to become a prostitute..
For the first time since leaving the club car park I turned to look at him. Sensing my gaze, he turned his head toward me smiled and gave my thigh another reassuring squeeze. I thrilled at his touch and at the same time felt safe and secure in his presence. I wanted, almost willed that he would move his hand further up. I wanted him to feel just how wet I was. He’d asked the question earlier “Are you ready for me” well the answer was a resounding yes…yes I was ready for him.
The commercial district had fallen behind, now streets and boulevards were before us. Each house or home more expensive and opulent than the other. He slowed the car and I saw the wrought iron gates ahead open…like Ali Baba’s cave. The words “Open oh sesame” ran through my mind. I’d seen nothing like it…it was a home from the rich and famous with most of the rooms lit up, as was the driveway.
“Who else lives here” I asked.
“No one…just me…we have it all to ourselves” he declared.
“You live in this big mansion all by yourself” I asked, amazed at the size of the place.
“Yep…me alone…all by myself…and of course you tonight”
The gates had drawn closed as we had entered…outside intruders kept at bay.
As I stood behind him, he unlocked the front door and then I followed him into the foyer. It was magnificent. It could contain two of my small flats together. He quickly punched numbers into the alarm pad on the wall, stifling the beep, beep, beep as it made its countdown toward setting off the alarm. The red light quickly flicking to green.
I stood in awe at the magnificence of the entrance hall.
“Nice little pad eh” he said, seeing my awe stuck face.
“God it’s unbelievable…a far cry from my box with two bedrooms” I replied.
He turned his attention to me, took a stack of bills from his inside pocket and laid them on the foyer table.
“Your money” he said, and then he removed his jacket and as he moved toward me, started to unbutton his shirt, removing it and discarding it to one side. His body was toned well, obviously some one who went to great lengths to keep it that way.
“See I can strip just like you” he said with a soft laugh…moving closer.
I’d entered into my new world. I was at the edge of the whirlpool. I was getting drawn nearer and nearer the vortex…my life had changed…changed forever. The door to my new world was open, beckoning me further. I felt my body shudder, as it slammed shut behind me.
