Chapter 9

Tuesday night, August 17, 2021

I sat, trying to control my shaking fingers, working on my makeup once again, anything to calm myself. I spritzed perfume; my wrists, between my breasts, behind my ears ... my pussy.

I slipped on the babydoll; lavender, metallic satin and lace, totally sheer except the lacy bra which was only slightly more opaque, then sat and pulled out the jiggle balls, remembering Katie’s words, ‘Fingers are always better. And I was NOT going to say no!

I pulled on the matching sheer thong, got up and walked out onto the floor, not even knowing their names.

Four days earlier, I’d have no more imagined wearing such a garment, solely intended to seduce, to entice a man or woman into sex, than I would have expected going home to Brandon Lucas’s motel room, and what will surely follow.

I felt the eyes following me, the touches that were prohibited yet inevitable, and they all excited me. I felt like how a lightning bolt must feel as it awaits that invisible, tiny force that would set off its massive, earth-shattering bolt through the sky.

I passed the young man, sitting with his friends, who still held my skirt in his hands, leaned down, and whispered, “Later,” in his ear, kissed my fingertips, and gently blew it to him, with a promising smile, immediately following my assignation with the beautiful Swedish girl or after my next ‘dance’, I didn’t know.

I was scheduled on the stage twice more, and I didn’t know how I was going to survive the ‘after’ of this first time.

I’d read on the internet about strippers, how they were strictly ‘business’ oriented, how they would fake their excitement to extract maximum cash from their ‘mark’. So far at least, that hadn’t been my experience, just the opposite. Nor of my friend, Katie, or the other girls who I’d talked briefly.

But I suspected that the energy I felt at that moment, walking toward a specific couple, that the rubber I felt in my legs, the breaths, the thoughts of my husband if he was watching, were all unique.

I approached their table, taking a last, deep breath, then whispered in her ear, “I believe we have a date?” She nervously nodded, and I took her hand, pulling her to her feet, her boyfriend following.

She was tall, I’m 5’8”, and wearing six-inch heels. She was about the same height, wearing flats, at least six feet. She was also what I would consider a ‘blonde bombshell’, full breasts with nipples protruding through her thin blouse, beautiful face, gorgeous.

My fingers were shaking as I very nervously punched in my PIN, 0219, the date burned into my memory. The door swung open and we entered.

I turned and told the couple, “My name is Tara, my real name.”

“Annika,” she said, pronouncing it ‘Onnika’, in a beautiful Swedish accent.

“Jerry,” the boyfriend said, “how do we do this?”

This was the part that I’d been dreading. “Three-hundred dollars for fifteen minutes,” and I motioned toward Annika, “with her, no fucking or oral. Six-hundred for you both, thirty minutes,” I told him, “in advance.”

His jaw dropped, “That much? Fuck, for that we could hire a whore,” and he looked at Annika, pleadingly.

“I don’t want to hire a whore,” she said, “I want ... her,” pointing to me.

My heart was pounding. I didn’t want them to walk out that door, and it had nothing to do with the money. If we’d met in a bar, I’d have happily taken them to my room only for pleasure.

He took out his billfold, counting out four-hundred, eighty dollars. “There’s an ATM just around the corner,” I told him. Katie had told me that once I named a price to stick with it, no bargaining, and I was going to do it.

“How much to fuck?” he asked.

I shook my head, “No price, we can’t. I don’t want to get fired.” Besides, I’d decided I didn’t like the guy, and I wasn’t going to cross the line making myself a prostitute, especially for someone I didn’t like. That line seemed very faint, but a line that wasn’t to be crossed, nonetheless.

He shrugged and went out into the hall, back in about two minutes and counted out six hundred-dollar bills in my hand. I put them in the vanity drawer and set the timer to forty minutes, not thirty, wondering if I’d be able to do this. It seemed so different than Sunday night with Brandon.

“Have you ever been with a girl?” I asked Annika.

I sat down beside her on the couch, and she shyly shook her head no. I took her hand and placed it on my inner thigh, “You’re a beautiful girl, I wanted you from the first time I saw you. Have you ever wondered, wanted to?” I quietly asked.

That time she nodded, she had, and I leaned forward, my lips finding hers, moving her other hand to my tit, and moaned at the touch I’d been craving so long. I felt like I should have been paying her.

Her lips were soft and sweet, and my tongue pried them open, gently pressing inside her mouth and she moaned, squeezing my breast.

I pulled away from her lips for just a moment, both of us panting, and looked at Jerry, telling him, “Undress me.”

I held my arms up and felt both Jerry’s and Annika’s hands on my waist and up my body, pushing the babydoll up and off, shivering as their hands crossed over my naked breasts.

Then I stood, telling Jerry to let his girlfriend remove my thong. As she began pulling them down, I felt Jerry’s lips on my nipple.

I was afraid that I might go mad!

“I’ve never seen a bare girl before,” Annika said, running her soft hands over my naked pussy, and my knees nearly buckled, Jerry’s lips wrapped around my tit.

“Kiss it,” I told Annika, before I even realized what I’d said, my first broken rule.

I felt her lips, tentatively testing, her tongue exploring my lips, and Jerry chose that moment to switch to my other tit.

I spread my legs apart, hoping ... hoping that her tongue...

And when she did, I felt the orgasm rising inside me. Nooooo! I can’t, not that!

And Jerry kissed me, his tongue in my mouth. I kissed back, my hands going around his head, digging at his scalp, franticly kissing like long-lost lovers, the orgasm at its peak, ready to explode through me, and I pulled away, breathing hard, panting, trying to get myself under control, every pore in my body screaming for release.

I squatted down in front of Annika, still on her knees, my shaking fingers on the top button of her blouse. “May I?” I asked her, hoping that doing something might calm me.

She nodded, and I began unbuttoning, one after another, and slid her blouse off her body. “You’re beautiful, I hope you know,” I told her, my mouth descending to one of her tits. I sucked her nipple in, rolling it with my lips and tongue the way I like so much, gently biting. She moaned and I sucked harder, hollowing out my cheeks.

I stood, pulling her up with me, then kissed her, smashing our bare tits together, my naked pussy pressing hard against her.

Jerry’s hands were kneading my ass, slowly inching their way between my legs, rubbing between my lips. I let out a soft moan into Annika’s mouth and spread my legs apart, welcoming Jerry’s advances.

Our kiss deepened and I pressed my hand inside her skirt, feeling her hairy pussy, wishing that she was also naked, Jerry’s fingers pressing inside me from behind, and Annika and I moaned in unison.

I was having trouble breathing, Jerry’s fingers working inside me, his other hand on my right tit, and I decided that maybe I didn’t dislike him nearly as badly as I’d thought.

I pressed two fingers inside Annika as Jerry was doing to me, and she moaned, “Ohh, ohh, I’ve never had a girl doing that. It’s ... different ... so good, and her muscles tightened, her body shivering, and she pulled her lips from mine, letting out a loud groan.

I kept it up, working my fingers deep inside her, trying to stave off my own orgasm from Jerry, and her groans changed to an ongoing wail.

I’d just given her her first girl-girl orgasm.

Just in time too, the timer ringing that their forty minutes was up. So quickly, it seemed.

Jerry withdrew his fingers, giving me relief to ... to what? I was fucking frustrated and horny, and I had another strip dance very shortly. There would be no relief.

Annika put her blouse back on as I watched, and I told them as they were exiting that I hoped to see them again.

Annika turned and blew me a kiss, looking up at her boyfriend, then back at me, mouthing, “We will.”

“I’m off next week until Friday,” I said, hoping they truly would. They’d been my first ... my first what? Makeout session? Brandon was different, I didn’t even count him as my first, even though he was.

And I was alone. I dressed, laughing at myself – dressed ... in a babydoll and thong. I picked up my six-hundred dollars, punched in my PIN at the door, and walked back to the dressing room. Thankfully, the building architect had extended the hallway so the girls could go directly to the dressing room, rather than back through the club.

I had just made five-hundred-ten dollars after the club’s ninety dollars for the room, plus whatever from my ‘dance’, and two dances yet to go.

My body was still on fire, feeling like the slightest touch could push me over. I looked at the clock, still over an hour until my next dance and a man waiting to escort me to the back. Did I dare? Could I do it now?

I looked in the mirror, my lipstick and makeup a mess, and I pulled out a wipe, cleaning my face, then began again.

Ten minutes later, my makeup renewed, and I was looking through my locker for another babydoll, the black one with the frills around the bodice and hemline. It wrapped around with a button in front, hanging partially open, rather than a pullover, and showed lots of bare skin. I loved it, thought it was ultra-sexy, and put it on, along with the black thong.

I’d also set out an outfit for my next dance.

The clock said five-till-eleven, I had fifty minutes. I told myself that I could do it, I had to learn to do it, to control myself, that this was going to be my life for the next three months, and I’d better get used to it. I just didn’t know what I was going to do after Brandon left and I had no one to go home to, to relieve the tension.

I still didn’t know if I could though, my body was still on fire from forty minutes with Annika and Jerry, and I feared that this next time would be even more ... you know.

I stood, looking in the mirror, thinking that I looked like a seductress, which is exactly how I felt, a very, very horny seductress. And I knew that wearing this ‘outfit’ out onto the floor wasn’t going to help.

“I believe you have something of mine that I’d like back,” I told ‘my’ guy.

He smiled up at me, devouring me with his deep, blue eyes, scanning my body, top to bottom. “See anything you’d like to spend some time unwrapping?” I asked him, “There are rooms with privacy just for unwrapping ... and other things,” I told him.

“Lead the way,” he answered, rising from his chair. I couldn’t help but wonder why he wasn’t there with friends, or a girlfriend. No matter, his problem.

“My names Caleb,” he told me on our way back.

“Tara,” I told him, rolling it off my tongue the way I love to hear it said.