Chapter 7

Brenda went about her duties of serving customers as several other strippers took to the stage. Men would admire her bare ass as she leaned over to serve drinks or pick up empties. They liked it when she’d clean their table, her breasts jiggling with her effort, a nipple in view at the odd time.

She went and did her next strip dance, receiving more tips on the stage. She’d caress one breast, massaging her nipple, then the other. Her routine ended with her on her knees, legs spread, and her hand inside her thong, simulating fingering her pussy, which she was doing.

Brenda returned to the girl’s room, putting on her Go Go shirt, a black snap-together thong, and her short skirt. She went to her dad’s table, noticing Tina with him. She cleaned his table of watermarks, exaggerating her movements to reveal one nipple or the other.

“Aren’t you going to feel my ass? One or two do at each table.”

Dan’s hand went under her hem, smoothing over her soft skin. “I thought you went naked under your skirt.”

“I usually do, but I’m expecting a certain customer to ask for a lap dance, and it would be too obvious for him to see my pussy at the beginning.”

“I didn’t know she let women feel her great-looking ass,” one woman said to another, seeing Tina’s hand under her skirt.

She was going past them and was stopped for a drink order. “I thought you only allowed men to touch your ass.”

“I let women touch it too. No one has bothered to try.”

She placed a hand on the back of the chair for support as several fingers of one hand rubbed her ass cheek, then moved aside her tong to enter her pussy.

“My girlfriend and I love pussy. We are very aroused watching you and Serena on the stage. If you’re interested, I can give you my number.”

“I’ve said no, to guys wanting to give me their number. Let me think about it as I get your drink order.”

Brenda had to laugh quietly as she looked back at the two women, likely in their late thirties, fingering each other while kissing. She had been warned not to accept phone numbers from men. She wasn’t told anything about women.

Brenda returned with their drink order, placing the glasses down. She moved her ass as she felt one hand, then the other on her cheeks.

“We would enjoy spending several hours with you, and we’d pay you well,” one said, slipping her breast from her dress. “That dance you did with Serena was so fucking hot; surely you like pussy.”

“I do like pussy. Okay, when?”

“Maybe next Friday?”

“I’m working Saturday, so Friday would be good.” I’ll give you my number, honey. Please call us by Thursday, so we know you’re willing to be with us. We won’t harm you and promise some good girl-on-girl three-way sex and pay you very well.”

The woman wrote down her name and number, placing it under the fabric of her thong.

Brenda thanked them for the twenty-dollar tip and moved on to other customers.

Brenda found her dad, telling him and Tina about the two women willing to pay her to have sex with them.

“I don’t know about that, Brenda. It could be dangerous.”

“What could be dangerous about having sex with two women? At least they’re not a guy going to rape me.”

“You don’t know who they might invite over to enjoy fucking you.”

“I have until Thursday to call her back to arrange a time for next Friday.”

“Talk to Bobbie, maybe she knows of them if they only want to have sex with you.”