Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Swinging, Group Sex, Harem, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Petting, Exhibitionism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - John finds more than he expects when he visits his favorite strip club.

When John went to the topless bar after work that day, all he had on his mind was having a couple of cold beers and looking at the pretty ladies.

He stopped his apartment first to shower and change clothes. As he worked putting hot tar on roofs, he doubted that showing up at the club reeking of sweat and hot tar would make him very popular.

At 28 years old, John was fresh out of the army and living clear across country from his family. Not that he had anything against his family, but army life had given him a taste for travel and independence.

Leaving his work truck at home, he got on his motorcycle and rode it to the club across town.

At the door, the bouncer greeted him by name. Just inside, John stepped sideways so as not to block the doorway while he let his eyes adjust to the much lower light level inside.

The bar was moderately busy, with about twenty men scattered among the tables, 3 or 4 at the bar, and the usual dozen or so sitting in 'pervert's row', the seats next to the stage itself. John threaded his way to his usual table, not too close to the stage, but close enough to see the dancers clearly.

"Hey John, How ya doin' today?" said the waitress as she lifted her little note pad. "What'll it be? The usual?"

John grinned up at her. "Hi Sheila, sure, bring me my usual. I rode my bike tonight, so switch me to cokes after the first two."

"You got it hon." she said and headed off to the bar. John greeted and was greeted by several of the dancers and waitresses as they passed by. He was a welcome customer, and most of the staff liked him. He was always pleasant, tipped well, and never ever got grabby.

"Any new girls tonight?" he asked Sheila when she brought his beer."

"Only two." she said. "Cindy's a bottle blonde with plastic tits. Susy is a natural blonde with cupcake tits."

"When are you going to break down and give me a lap dance?" John teased.

Sheila rolled her eyes in mock exasperation. "When my husband goes to Mars for the weekend." John laughed along with her. Sheila wasn't married and she knew that he knew it. She never minded John's harmless flirtations. He gave her a $5 for the beer and told her to keep the change.

The DJ was calling out the name of the next dancer, Kimberly. John had seen her dance before. A slender brunette, with a passably pretty face, but with the personality of a cobra.

Letting his attention drift away from the stage, He spotted a dancer he knew and liked. "Hey Star! How about a lap dance next set?" She veered off the course she had been setting for the bar and dropped into a chair next to him.

"Hey John." she said. "How about set after next? I really have to use the little girls room. But I'll come back and sit with you until then."

"Sure." he said. "You are always worth waiting on." She stood and patted him on the head. "Good boy." she giggled.

John watched her backside as she wriggled off. Nice kid he thought. He raised his hand and caught Sheila's eye. She came over to see what he wanted, much to the annoyance of the drunk who had been trying vainly to make a coherent request for another beer. As Sheila got to John's table, the drunk made it to his feet and reeled to the door and outside. John watched him go with a bemused look on his face.

"Don't let me ever get that sloppy huh?" he said almost to himself.

"If you ever get that bad, I'll brain ya my own self." Sheila assured him.

He looked up at her and grinned widely. "Sheila me lass, I have a special request for ye." She winced at his terrible attempt at an Irish accent.

"And what would that be?" she replied. With most customers she would have told them to get bent already. But John was safe enough.

"If I give you $30, do you think you could find someone to trot next door to the Mickey D's and get a couple of Big Mac's and a couple of large fries?" He gave her a sweet smile that had always worked wonders with his grandma, but that usually produced laughter in anyone else.

Sheila glanced at her watch. "I'm going on break in a minute here. So I'll just do it myself."

John dug into his jeans and handed her the money.

"I really appreciate this Sheila," he said.

"If ya didn't, I wouldn't be doing it," she said pertly. John watched her leave, then turned his attention back to the stage as the new Cindy came out. Pretty enough but looked bored and tired. He turned back around when Star came back from the bathroom.

"The usual 3 for 30?" she asked, meaning 3 songs for $30.

"Yep." he said

She squinted up at the girl on the stage.

"Whaddya think?" she nodded toward the stage.

John grimaced. "Pretty, but I don't think she'd be anyone I'd ask to sit down and talk"

Star leaned over and whispered in his ear. "She's a real bitch. Been here two days and thinks she's the goddamn queen."

That was enough confirmation for John. Star was the kind of girl who could find the good in anybody and never said anything bad about anyone. If SHE was this pissed at the new girl, he was going to stay well away.

"What about the other new girl?" he asked quietly.

"Oh, she's a real doll," said Star.

The DJ announced the next girl to the stage, the other new one. But he was paying attention to Star. She stood and untied her top when the music began. Star was short, about 4'11", but she had a tiny waist and her tits were proportionately large for her frame, and all natural, as she would proudly proclaim if asked.

John watched her writhe and turn to the music, keeping her fingers away from her nipples as required by local law, but cheating just a bit to bend over and "Accidentally" brush the stiff pink tips of her breasts across John's shoulder or cheek. John kept his hands in his lap and just enjoyed the view and occasional contact.

As she danced, Star debated going out with John. He was sweet enough, and always a perfect gentleman. Almost all of the girls who worked at the club liked him, except for Kimberly, and she was a bitch anyway. She bent over and wriggled her butt at him for a moment. She made up her mind. If he ever asked her out, she'd go. And if he waited too long, she would ask HIM.

As she danced, John noticed subtle changes in her body language. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn she was dancing for her boyfriend.

At the end of the third song, Star sat back down. She was breathing hard and lightly perspiring to boot.

"I'll just rest a moment if you don't mind." she said as she re-tied her bikini top. "Glad to have you." he said gallantly.

Just then, Sheila dumped a couple of bags on the table in front of him.

"Here ya go." she said. I'll send Connie over with a coke for you."

"Make it two cokes please." he replied. "And thanks again Sheila. I owe you one." Sheila patted him on the shoulder. "Anytime John."

John unloaded the bags, putting a sandwich and box of fries in front of Star.

"I thought you might be a little hungry tonight."

Normally, she wouldn't have touched food a customer gave her with a 10-foot pole. But this was John, and she had seen Sheila deliver the food herself. She picked up a French fry and took a nibble. Before she knew it, she was finishing off the Big Mac and had eaten all of her fries and half of his as well. She finished the coke in front of her, and then let out a ladylike belch. "Scuse me" she said with a blush.

"Someday, I'd like to take you out for a real dinner." John said with a smile.

He almost fell out of his chair when Star smiled brightly and said.

"Sure! When?"

John's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water for a moment while Star giggled at the sight. "Friday night at 7?"

Star winked and got up. "I have to get back to work," she said, "But Friday at 7 sounds great."

Sheila came over with a fresh coke and cleared the wrappings from the table.

"What's up?" she asked, "You looked like someone slapped you in the face with a wet fish."

John shook his head to clear it. "Either I'm dreaming or I've just had luckiest evening of my life." About then Star came by again and dropped a piece of paper on the table

"Here's my phone number and address." she said, and then headed for the stage as the DJ announced her set.

"I'd say you were dead lucky," Sheila quipped. John blushed and stammered something. Sheila patted him on the head fondly. "You be good to her now, you hear?" John nodded weakly.

He was still sorting things out when he heard a strangely familiar voice just behind his left shoulder.

"How about a table dance?"

"Uh, Yeah, OK, Sure." he said distractedly. The music started and the dancer moved in front of him, dropping her top on the table.

John looked up and paused for a moment, gazing at a pair of small but firm and perky tits. Then he let his gaze go up further and his jaw dropped.

"So when did you start dancing topless?" he asked after a moment.

The dancer looked down at his face for the first time and froze.

"Oh shit." she moaned. Then her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted.

John caught her before she hit the floor and gently lowered her the rest of the way. Big Jim, the bouncer was at his side a moment later.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded.

John looked up at him and shrugged, "You aren't gonna believe this." he said. Sheila came running over and knelt by the dancer on the floor.

"What happened?" John sat back down in his chair. He put his elbows on the table and put his head down on his hands. "Her real name is Brandi, and she's my younger sister."

"Yer shittin' me" said Big Jim in an awed voice.

"No wonder she freaked." Sheila patted Brandi's cheeks until the girl started coming to. "Are you OK Hun?" she asked.

Brandi/Susy sat up woozily. "I'm OK," she said after a moment. "For a moment there I thought I was about to give a table dance to my big brother Johnny."

"You were." said John. Brandi sat up the rest of the way and looked past Sheila's shoulder.

"Oh crapola." said Brandi resignedly. Big Jim started laughing. He clapped John on the shoulder with a hand like a shovel, almost knocking him to the floor.

"I can see the family resemblance." he managed to say between guffaws. Sheila patted Brandi on the shoulder and tried to control her own laughter. John's shoulders were shaking and he kept his face buried in his hands.

"Why are you crying?" Brandi asked crossly, "You weren't the one naked here."

John raised his head and let his laughter roar. "Oh, wait until Mom hears about this one."

Brandi scrambled to her feet and grabbed her brother by the front of his shirt,

"If you say one word about this, EVER, I am gonna rip you a new one big brother." John looked over at Sheila,

"Now you know why I left home." Brandi stomped her foot, forgetting how she was dressed, or undressed. John cracked up again. "Nice jugs sis, I can actually see them without a magnifying glass."

Brandi crossed her arms over her chest and poked her tongue out at him, turned and fled back to the dressing room. Sheila followed her at a much slower pace. Big Jim wandered off still chuckling and shaking his head.

John flagged down another waitress, "Jenny, bring me a double shot of tequila and a beer." he handed her a $5 bill. Jenny gave him a sassy wink and went to get his drinks. She was dying of curiosity, but knew she would get the whole story from Sheila later.

Star finished her set and came over to John's table.

"What was that all about?"

"I'll tell ya later," he said with a sigh. "Let's just say that family reunions ain't all they're cracked up to be."

"As long as you're OK then." she said and stood up. "I have to get back to work."

"Have fun Star, and remember Friday." She glanced around to see if anyone was looking, then kissed him quickly on the lips. "Bye." she said as she scampered off.

John drank the tequila in one gulp, and then finished the beer more slowly.

Sheila came over and plopped down in the chair next to him. "Quite a day huh?"

"You ain't just a woofin'" John answered. "How is Brandi doing?"

Sheila grimaced, "She's alternating between mortal embarrassment and wanting to tear your head off and shit down the stump."

John was looking over at where Star was smiling as she gave a table dance to a group of guys in suits.

"Oh well," he said philosophically, "I had wondered what my sis would do when she grew up. She was always a wild one."

"When was the last time you saw her? Before today I mean." John signaled Jenny to bring him another beer.

"Last time I saw her, Brandi was 11 and I was getting on the bus to go to boot camp. About 9 years or so ago." Jenny brought him another beer and collected the money. John fished the keys for his bike out of his pocket and gave them to Sheila.

"I think I'm gonna take a cab home tonight." he said. "Tell sis I said I'm sorry for freaking her out like that." He stood up and patted Sheila on the shoulder. "And thank you for keeping an eye on her." Sheila stuck his keys in her pocket.

"I'll have Big Jim park the bike inside by the door when we lock up tonight." she promised.

At the bouncer's booth by the door, Big Jim called a taxi for John.

"Good move not driving after all this shit coming down," said the bouncer.

John just nodded wearily. Star came over and threw her arms around John's neck and kissed him full on the lips. "Something to remember me by until Friday." she said. Go for it, John figured, he picked her up and kissed her deeply, giving his full attention to the kiss.

"Just so YOU don't forget Friday," he said as she caught her breath. She patted him on the chest, and then went back through the curtains and back to work.

"You are one lucky S.O.B.," said Big Jim enviously.

"Believe me, I know." John replied. He saw the cab pulling into the parking lot and went out to meet it.

He picked up his bike the next day on his lunch break just as the club was getting ready to open for the day. Big Jim handed over the keys.

"So, are you still gonna be coming around now that your sister dances here?"

"Sure I am" replied John. "I just won't have her do any more table dances for me." Big Jim roared with laughter.

When Friday came around, John was nervous, but ready in plenty of time. He even bought a car so that Star wouldn't have to ride on the bike or in his smelly old work truck.

He found her address and parked across the street. He checked his watch for the twentieth time that afternoon. He was a few minutes early, so he leaned against the car and waited until his watch said 6:59. He tossed his cigarette away and walked up to her apartment. Star answered the door right away.

"Simply amazing." he said as he gazed at her. Then he shook himself and handed her a dozen roses. "For you my dear."

"Oh they're lovely!" she exclaimed. She carried the flowers inside and put them in a vase. "Where are we going tonight?" she asked.

"I made reservations at Caruso's. Then, if you are still speaking to me, I'm going to take you to the Comedy club."

"Sounds good to me," she said. She stretched up on tiptoe to give him a kiss. "All ready to go." she announced.

John held his arm for her to take and guided her down to the car. Her ankle length green dress set her hair and eyes off perfectly. John felt a little under dressed in his only suit, but too late to worry about that now.

He held the car door for her, then went around to the driver's side and got in.

"Buckle up," he said as he started the car.

John pulled up in front of Star's apartment complex a little after midnight. It had been a great night as far as he was concerned, and since Star was snuggled up to him with a happy smile on her face, he figured that she had enjoyed the night as well. "We're here." he said.

"I'm in no hurry if you're not." she said and nestled closer to him. John slid his arm around her and rested his chin on the top of her head. On a sudden whim, he started spouting an impromptu rhyme. "In the wee hours of the morning, Sitting safe and warm, A little piece of heaven, Nestled in my arm."

Star giggled, "Poetry too. Any other talents I should know about?"

"You'll find out when we have our next date." he replied. Star twisted in his arms so that she was facing more or less toward him and pulled his head down for a kiss. After a long while of kisses, caresses, sighs and gasps, Star pulled herself together with an effort.

"The front seat is too small for this."

"And the time isn't right." said John regretfully.

He got out and opened the door for her. He took her hand and helped her to her feet, then kept her hand in his as he walked her up to her door. She unlocked her door, then turned back to her date. She put her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you for tonight." she said "I had almost forgotten what a real date was like." John gave her a gentle squeeze. "Get some rest, and give me a call later. Let me know when you're free to go out again."

Star kissed him again, then opened the apartment door. "I'll call you tonight" she said. "Or come by the club."

"Will do." he replied. John waited until her door was closed and he heard the lock click. He drove home feeling like he was floating.

Star twirled around in the middle of the living room with her arms outstretched. Her roommate was sitting on the couch watching her with a grin. "So I take it the date went well?"

"MMMM HMMM!" went Star. She danced her way into the bathroom and closed the door. Her roommate just went on into her bedroom and went to bed. Star didn't fall asleep until well after dawn. She could hardly wait to see or hear from John again.

John dropped by the club the next day and went up to Big Jim. "Hey bro," he said, "I need a favor if you would. I have to take a run up to Phoenix today for my boss. Could you give this to Star for me?" He handed the bouncer a small gift-wrapped box.

"What's in it?" asked Big Jim as he hefted the box in his huge hand, "Is she gonna be happy or pissed?"

"Happy I hope." replied John with a grin. "She told me on our date that she liked George Carlin, so I bought her a CD of his and put it in there with a stuffed purple star."

Big Jim snorted. "Kinda corny ain't it?"

"Well, yeah," admitted John, "But I figure it's better to keep things light at first. I really don't want to screw this one up."

The bouncer nodded and patted him on the shoulder. "Cool. I got your back bro." John left on his trip.

Big Jim took the box and left one of the other bouncers to cover the door.

"Take over here Bob. I have to get this to Star." He found Star back in the dressing room getting into her next costume.

"Hey girl, I got something' here for ya. Some strange looking' dude dropped it off." Curious, Star took the box and turned it over and over, looking in vain for a note or a tag." I bet it's from John!" she said, suddenly excited. She tore the wrapping off and opened the box. She pulled out the purple star first and examined it closely with many small glad cries. Then she pulled out the CD and really went nuts. Jim just stood there vastly amused and watched her antics.

"He'll probably be by tonight or tomorrow." Big Jim told Star. "I think he just might like you for some unknown reason." Star bonked him on the head with her stuffed toy and grinned.

Brandi watched the whole scene from where she perched on a stool a few feet away.

"I didn't know my brother was such a romantic," she said. "The last time I saw him at home, he put a lizard down my back."

Star laughed. "Yeah, but I have something you don't got."

"And what's that?" Brandi wanted to know.

Star turned her hip toward the other girl and patted her butt. "He can have a piece of this." then she reached out and patted Brandi's butt. "But he don't get none of that."

Brandi was taking a drink when Star said that. She choked and sprayed Pepsi all over Big Jim

"Hey there." he said. "Watch it Tiny."

"I'm sorry," Brandi said. She grabbed a towel and started to dry the big man off. After a moment, Big Jim took the towel away from her and patted himself dry.

"Don't sweat it," he told Brandi. "I've had a lot worse on me in my time." Brandi blushed again and sat back on her stool.

Star leaned over and whispered in her ear. "He's a big teddy bear," she giggled. "Later tonight, just sit in his lap and hug him. You'll have a friend for life."

Brandi just looked thoughtfully after the bouncer as he went back out the door.

It was near midnight when John finally made it into the club.

The trip to Phoenix had gone smoothly, but longer than he had wanted, and he still had to go home and get showered and changed before he was fit company for anyone.

Big Jim waived the cover charge and told him to go on in. John noted with amusement that his sister was sitting on the big bouncers lap and apparently, was engaged in wrapping the big biker around her little finger.

John's usual table was unoccupied, so he went ahead and sat down. Sheila came over and took his order, Cokes only tonight. Cal, the owner of the club came over and sat down with John. "How are you doing tonight?" He asked.

"Not bad." John replied. "How about you?"

"Can't complain." Cal said. "I figured I had better have a talk with you, the way I talk with all the girl's boyfriends."

"Sure." said John.

"If you get jealous, simply don't come in during the hours your girlfriend works. If someone hassles her, let the bouncers handle it. That's what they're paid for." Cal took a drink of his coffee. "Your girlfriend is here to work, and that means circulating, so you can't monopolize her time."

John just nodded silently.

Cal raised his cup to signal for a refill. "Do you have any problems with any of this so far?"

"Nope. It all sounds logical and the best way to handle things." Cal leaned back in the chair and looked at John speculatively. "And what about having your sister working here?"

"She's old enough to make her own decisions as to where she works and how. Personally, I think it's great."

"And if you find yourself having trouble with any of this in the future?"

"Then I hope I'll handle it like a reasonable adult." Said John.

"Either you're bullshitting me, or you're some kinda saint." Cal said. "But everyone here says nice things about you except for Kimberly, she don't like you for some reason, so I'll let things go along and see how it all pans out."

He looked over at the bar and sighed.

"I'm gonna have to fire that idiot." He turned to John with a lopsided smile. "Hey, you don't want a job as a bartender do ya?"

John laughed. "Sure, I'll give it a try. It has to beat spreading hot tar on roofs all damn day."

Cal reached over and shook his hand. "Fine, when can you start?"

"I'll tell my boss tomorrow, and give him a weeks notice, he deserves that much." Cal nodded. "OK then. I knew there was something I liked about you." He left and Star came over to the table. "Hey sailor, want a table dance?"

John smiled up at her. "Arrgghh, that I would wench." he said in his best (awful) pirate voice.

Star leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I loved the star and the CD."

John watched her dance, and he could tell by the way she moved that she was dancing just for him as if they had the place to themselves.

"Well, I'm not going to try standing up for a while." he said as he paid her for the dance. Star blushed and giggled.

"I get off in an hour," she said. "How about giving me a ride home?"

"No problem, as long as you don't mind riding with me on my Harley."

"I'd love to." she said and pressed her groin against his arm as she stood next to his chair before moving off to another table.

Sheila came and sat down a moment later. "Cal says that you're gonna start here in a week. Good on ya."

"Yup." John said. "That means I'll get to gaze on your lovely face every day."

Sheila rolled her eyes and stood up. "Flatterer."

John bought a table dance from another girl to kill time. When the club closed, he waited outside for Star. She came out wearing skintight jeans and a T-shirt. She came running up to the bike and gave him a kiss before swinging her leg over and settling into the seat behind him. John handed her a helmet and waited for her to put it on. Fastening his own helmet, John started the bike and pulled out of the parking lot. The ride to her place seemed far too short to both of them.

"Do you have to go right away?" Star asked.

"Well, no," he replied. "I was going to go on a ride up Mt. Lemmon to unwind." Star settled herself back on the bike and put her arms snugly around his body.

"Then let's go!" John smiled to himself and thumbed the starter button.

Dawn found the pair sitting on a rock overlooking the Santa Cruz valley. Star sat in front of John, leaning back against his chest with his arms wrapped around her.

"I wish we could stay here forever," she said wistfully.

"I know." he said, "But I do have to go to work today, and we gotta get going if I'm going to make it." Star pouted, but allowed John to help her to her feet.

"Can I crash at your place today?" she asked. "That way you can get to work on time. I can always hop a bus to work this afternoon."

"Well, the place is a mess, but sure, I'd be glad to have you there. And you can take the car to work, the bus doesn't run within a couple of miles of my place."

John changed and got ready for work back at his place. Star was already sound asleep in his bed. He set the alarm to get her up in plenty of time to get to work, then left the car keys along with a note on a hook on the front door where she would be sure to see it. He quietly let himself out and locked the door behind him. Star sure looked sweet sleeping on his pillows. He thought he could get used to that sight rather easily.

John gave his boss the bad news as soon as he got to work. But John had underestimated how pissed his boss would be when he gave notice that he was leaving the job. After yelling for a few minutes, he grabbed his checkbook, wrote out a check for the pay John had coming, and then ordered him off the job site.

John went back to his truck and sat there for a moment, then drove off, his left arm out the window, raised in a one-finger salute. He cashed his paycheck and took his truck to the car wash. After scrubbing and cleaning the beast as best as he could, he drove to the dealer who had sold him the car a couple of weeks before. He left there a couple hundred dollars poorer, leaving his old truck behind, but driving an old Honda Civic. The Honda was beaten up and ugly as hell, but it ran good and would be cheap on gas.

He headed home, figuring if all else failed, he could get some sleep. Star was still sound asleep when he came in. Reluctant to wake her, John stretched out on the couch and was asleep within seconds.

Star woke up when the alarm went off. She sat up in bed, momentarily confused about being in a strange bedroom. Then she remembered the events of the previous night. She stretched and slipped out of bed. She hadn't bothered to undress except for kicking off her shoes, so she padded barefoot to the bathroom. She found towels and the shampoo easily enough and decided that John would not mind if she cleaned up, so she stripped and climbed into the shower. Clean and dressed again, Star went into the kitchen to see if there was any coffee. She wrinkled her nose at the clutter she found. Typical bachelor pad, she thought, oh well. She busied herself cleaning until she found the coffee and the coffeepot. She got the coffee started, then continued cleaning as it brewed. She carried a cup of coffee out to the living room where she spotted the note and the keys on the door. She read the note, and then turned to go get her shoes on. She yelped and spilled coffee all over the floor when she saw John sleeping on the couch. She had thought he was at work!

John just snorted in his sleep and turned over. Star stared at him, then giggled softly and got a rag to wipe up the spilled coffee. When she left for work, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek as he lay sleeping. She let herself out and locked the door behind her.

She stopped by her apartment to grab a couple of her costumes, and then she headed for the club.

She breezed by Big Jim at the door with a cheery wave. Cal nodded to her from behind the bar as she went down the hall to the dancers dressing room. Brandi/Susy was already they're getting out of her street clothes and into her first costume of the day.

"How's big brother treating you?" she asked.

"He's great isn't he?" Star replied. "But he sure does sleep soundly. I made enough noise for a parade today, and he just slept right through it!" Brandi laughed.

"Mom always had a hell of a time getting him up for school whenever he stayed up late." Star listened avidly as Brandi gossiped about her big brother. She was especially interested to find out that her new boyfriend had a thing for girls with ponytails. She promptly dug in her purse for a scrunchie and pulled her hair back into a tail. Brandi of course thought this was funny as hell. Star finished getting ready for work, and then used the pay phone in the hall to call her roommate and let her know that she was OK.

John showed up at the club about 6 PM. He asked for Cal and was directed back to the office. He knocked and waited for Cal to answer.

"Looks like I can start whenever you want me to." John said as Cal waved him to a chair. "My boss didn't like it at all when I told him I was giving him a weeks notice." Cal shifted his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other. "What did he do?" "Yelled a bit and gave me a check for the hours I had coming. Then he told me to split, so I did."

Cal grinned around the cigar. "I know that old bastard from way back. I kinda figured that was what he was gonna do." Cal leaned back in his chair and held his humidor out to John. He selected a cigar and unwrapped it. Cal slid the desk lighter across to John and watched him light up.

"Ah, another cigar lover." he said as John turned the cigar to get an even light. "None of the other guys who work here would know a good cigar if it bit them in the ass." John took a few puffs on the cigar before answering.

"You might be surprised at Big Jim. That's a smart brain underneath all that Biker."

Cal stood up. "Let's get you oriented then."

He led John out to behind the bar.

"Josh, this is John." The two shook hands. "I want you to teach him the ropes. See what he knows, then work on the rest." He turned to John. "Come on, let's get the damn paperwork filled out and get you clocked in."

An hour later, John was behind the bar pouring drinks under the supervision of Josh.

"You're doing good." Josh said. "99% of the guys in here just want beer, screwdrivers, rum and coke, or something simple like that. A few more will want a Manhattan or a martini. And there are always the minor variations, the fuzzy navel etc. But you'll pick it up fast enough. And if you have any trouble making a drink, let me know and I'll show you how to do it."

He left John to his own devices and moved off down the bar. Star came over to the bar once in a while to chat for a second or two. And she would give him a smile and a wink from the stage during her sets. Brandi sat down on one of the bar stools and ordered a coke.

"Seems like you have a new girlfriend." She said with a sly grin. "Wait till Mom finds out that you're dating a topless dancer."

John smiled back. "About that time, she'll find out about your career choice sister dear."

Brandi poked her tongue out at him. "You just like to see tits all the time."

"Of course," John replied reasonably. "Why else would I go to a Titty bar?"

"What about seeing me up on stage?" Brandi said challengingly. He laughed and said.

"It's just another pair of tits to me. Most of the times I don't even notice you up there."

Brandi pulled the cups of her bikini top aside and flashed him.

"Have a good look turkey."

"Those ain't big enough to be turkey breasts." John quipped. "Cornish Game Hens maybe..."

Brandi re-arranged her top. "Smartass."

She slid off the stool and went back to work. John turned around to find Cal standing just behind him.

"I think you just might work out after all," said the club owner. "Keep up the good work."

John went back to pouring beers with a smile. If only the guys in his old unit could see him now. This was one of the dream jobs talked about during those endless bull sessions back in basic. Beer and titties, everywhere.

When the bar closed, John helped Josh restock the bar and generally clean up. The tills were counted and the tips were pocketed. Cal came over to John.

"A great first day." he said. "Keep it up and you'll be a real asset to the company."

Star was waiting by the car for him.

"You looked so peaceful this afternoon, I didn't want to wake you," she said.

"Likely you couldn't have woke me up with a brass band." John said. "Nice pony tail." and he gave it a gentle tug. "I see you've been talking to my sister again." he shook his head and pulled her in for a hug. "After all these years, she still hasn't forgotten that damn joke I told my uncle before I went into the Army."

"What joke is that?" Star asked. John hemmed and hawed for a moment, then cleared his throat. "I told him that the best thing about a pony tail was that it gave me something hold onto while a gal was giving me head."

Star leaned her head back to look up at his face and she hit him on the shoulder with a small fist. "That wasn't nice at all," she said, but she couldn't keep a straight face and started to laugh.

"Hey, I was 17 and one horny punk." he said. "But come to think of it, it might come in handy at that." Star laughed even harder.

"Pigtails would be better." she managed to gasp out between guffaws, "There's one on each side then." Star was laughing too hard to continue.

John kissed the top of her head and turned her toward the car. "Follow me home" he said. I have a surprise for you." He opened the door and held it for her, then went over to his bike.

Back at his place, he handed her the keys and papers for the Honda Civic. "So you don't have to ride the bus or wait in the rain ever again," he told her.

Star grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the bedroom. "I'm tired of waiting for you to get in gear," she said. "I want you to make love to me NOW!"

John certainly didn't have any objections to that order.

Star was pulling his shirt over his head as soon as they closed the bedroom door. She didn't give him a chance to do anything for himself as she flung the shirt aside and attacked his belt and the buttons of his fly. She pushed him backwards on the bed when she got his pants and shorts down to his knees. His boots and socks went flying, as did his pants and shorts.

Once he was naked, Star peeled out of her clothes in mere seconds. She pulled him to his feet and sank to her knees in front of him. She reached back and grabbed her ponytail and shook it at him. "OK," she said. "But pull it too hard and I'll bite." she clicked her teeth together in illustration, and then her mouth was too busy for further talk.

John put his hands on her head and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feel of her mouth on him. He did idly toy with her ponytail, but didn't pull it too hard. He remembered those teeth. And jeeze, if she swallowed any more of him it was going to come out the other end of her!

Star was justly proud of her oral skills, learned when she was much younger and practiced as diligently as possible.

John was bigger than average at 7 1/2" long and proportionately thick. She worked at it and managed to actually deep throat him for a few moments, then had to pull back a bit. She had her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him to her as she bobbed her head back and forth. She had always loved oral sex. She reached a hand under herself. Her fingers found her clit and started rubbing furiously.

Finally John had to pull away. He stooped and lifted her onto the bed. He hooked her knees over his elbows as he moved up and over her. Star slid her arms around his neck as she felt his cock stretch her vaginal entrance and slide in to fill her completely.

John held still in her for a long moment, and then began stroking with firm deep thrusts. After about 5 minutes or so, he moved his arms so that she could put her legs around his waist. Star slid her legs up and down his sides before locking her ankles around his back. John kept on moving varying his strokes from full length drives to a series of short stutters and in between. Star was coming steadily and leaving bite marks on his chest and shoulders. When he finally came, the feel of his seed splashing against the entrance of her womb set her off again.

John rolled them both over without withdrawing from her. Star sat up, bracing her hands on his chest and rotated and ground her hips against him. His cock head was pressed firmly against her cervix. She leaned forward a bit and started lifting and dropping her hips, impaling herself repeatedly on his erection. When she felt him come again, she let herself go and collapsed atop him, limp and sweating. John caressed her back and her hair, murmuring words of love and affection into her ear. At last, she rolled off him and they lay there enjoying the afterglow.

After a few minutes, John rolled onto his side to face her. He reached out and stroked her cheek with his fingers. "You are one special lady," he said softly.

Star stretched her arms over her head and arched her back, slowly twisting back and forth, then relaxed suddenly with a sigh.

"See what you've been missing?" she said with an impish grin. John leaned over to kiss her softly. Then he swung around to sit up. "Are you going to stay here tonight? Or are you going home?"

She looked at the clock. 3:00 AM.

"Oh crap." she said. "I want to stay, but I'd better get home and check in with Renee, my roommate before she starts thinking I've been abducted by aliens or something." John sighed.

"Ok Sweetheart. Let's get you on your way home in your new car." She slid off the bed and came around to stand in front of him. She hugged him, then picked up her dress and slipped it on over her head. She stepped into her sneakers and plopped down on the bed to lace them up.

"You forgot your underwear." John observed.

She flashed him a wicked smile. "I'll just go commando until I get home."

He laughed aloud and hauled her in for another kiss. She melted against him for a moment, and then pushed herself away. "Enough of that!" she said. "Or I won't get out of here at all."

John walked her down to the Honda and opened the door for her. He waited for her to start the engine, and then he stepped back.

"I'll see you at work tonight!" she said. "Love you!" and she drove away.

John went back up to his bedroom and lay down without taking off his pants. He could still smell her scent on his sheets and pillows. He lay there grinning foolishly at the ceiling for a while, and then he rolled onto his side and dropped into a deep sound sleep.

Star got home all right, and then had a hell of a time finding a parking space. At last, she made it up to the apartment and entered as quietly as she could. Renee was sleeping soundly, so Star tiptoed into the bathroom and filled the tub. She eased into the hot water and settled back until only her head was above the surface. The hot water relaxed and soothed her tired muscles. She was too contented to do a lot of moving, so she just soaked for a while as the water slowly cooled to the point she had to add more hot water. Scrubbed and refreshed, She padded to her room wrapped in her terry-cloth robe and with a towel around her hair. She peeked in at Renee, but she was still asleep. Star finished toweling her hair in her bedroom, then brushed her hair out and got into bed, leaving the robe on the floor.

Star got home all right, and then had a hell of a time finding a parking space. At last, she made it up to the apartment and entered as quietly as she could. Renee was sleeping soundly, so Star tiptoed into the bathroom and filled the tub. She eased into the hot water and settled back until only her head was above the surface. The hot water relaxed and soothed her tired muscles. She was too contented to do a lot of moving, so she just soaked for a while as the water slowly cooled to the point she had to add more hot water. Scrubbed and refreshed, She padded to her room wrapped in her terry-cloth robe and with a towel around her hair. She peeked in at Renee, but she was still asleep. Star finished toweling her hair in her bedroom, then brushed her hair out and got into bed, leaving the robe on the floor.

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