Chapter 2

The private strip-show I’d done for Dick had left me with a sore arse but a full purse. That same weekend I’d agreed to do an extra Sunday afternoon show in the Farringdon Arms to help out one of the other girls and I was a bit worried that my bum might still be bit sore after the bashing it had received on Friday. But I rubbed plenty of cream around it on Saturday, and by the next day I found I could sit down without wincing too obviously.

There was quite a good crowd of locals in for the Sunday session, and I ended up with a decent haul of banknotes stuffed down my knickers. I was just getting dressed again afterwards when the landlady, Peggy, popped her head round the door.

“Thanks again for standing in today, Annie,” she said. “By the way, your mate Dick came in yesterday, to book his private show for next Friday. Are you still up for that?”

“Sure, as long as he brings his wallet again,” I said. “He must be minted, the way he was chucking the fifties around on Friday.”

“I know, he’s a bit of a bounder sometimes, likes to show off, but he’s a decent sort really, even when he’s sozzled. There is one thing, though: he wanted to know if you’d do a show with another girl. He likes watching two girls getting off together, apparently.”

“I’m up for that. Did he have anyone in mind?”

“No, but I thought I’d ask you first, in case you had anyone you’d prefer.”

“All your girls are lush,” I said truthfully, “though how about Mandy? I like her, and she’d really appreciate the extra cash.”

Peggy grinned. “Mandy’s perfect. I was thinking of her too. I think you two would do a great show together. I’ll call her tonight and see what she thinks.”

Mandy had started as a stripper at the Farringdon Arms about six months before me and had been really friendly and helpful when I first started. Just a year older than me, she was a single mother who stripped in her spare time to make money to pay the rent, so I knew she’d jump at the chance of a job like this. In fact, I won’t pretend that I wasn’t attracted to the idea of doing a sexy strip with her. And rather more, if last Friday was anything to go by.

The next day, I got a call from Mandy, thanking me for suggesting her.

“I heard your bloke was pretty generous last week,” she said.

“He was,” I said, “and I hear he’s bringing a couple of mates this time, so hopefully they will be too. But you do know it’s going to be more than just a show, don’t you?”

“I did hear you had trouble sitting down the day after,” giggled Mandy. “Don’t worry, I’m up for any of that. And I’ve always liked a bit of anal.”

“Brill,” I said, “You can look after anyone who likes it up the back passage. Though I don’t suppose my arse’ll get away scot free.”

I explained to her that Peggy had suggested we should do a “tame” version of our act for the regular punters, as a sort of warm-up, with a rather more hardcore version for the private show afterwards. We agreed that we’d give them the “school disco” routine again, but this time as a duet. Mandy already had a schoolgirl outfit that she sometimes used as part of her act, so she wouldn’t need to splash out on anything new. We also agreed to bring a plentiful supply of lube and a few sex toys in case the show needed livening up.

Mandy invited me to go round to her flat on Wednesday while her daughter was at school, to give us a chance to practice. I got there at about one o’clock, and we both changed into our schoolgirl outfits in the bedroom.

“Fuck Annie, you look hot,” said Mandy as I adjusted my short skirt and undid a couple of buttons on my shirt to reveal a bit of my skimpy bra underneath. “I bet you were a randy little devil at school.”

“Actually, I was a bit of swot,” I confessed, “but I did give good blowjobs behind the bike sheds.”

Mandy laughed. “Me too, and a bit more. Though I wish I’d been a bit more careful about taking the pill, then I wouldn’t have ended up like this. Not that I’m sorry, I love Ashley to bits, but I wish I didn’t have to do this just so I can give her a few treats.”

“You should be able to afford something good after Friday,” I said. “Come on, let’s go.”

We both had good, sexy individual routines already, and luckily it wasn’t too hard to link them together. As we boogied away to the music, I couldn’t help looking at Mandy’s fit body, especially as she got down to her undies. She had bigger tits than me, and they looked great in her lacy little bra. Her frilly little knickers were slightly too tight and clung enticingly to her plump pubic mound. I decided that henceforth I’d always wear knickers that were a bit too tight during my routines.

We agreed that, as the climax of the standard routine, we should each remove the other’s bra and knickers, before posing nude in a sexy tableau. I won’t deny I was feeling rather excited as I reached behind Mandy’s back and unclipped her bra, letting her big tits spill out. She did the same for me, chucking my bra into the imaginary audience. Then finally we each whipped off each other’s knickers and gave the punters a good look at our bare pussies.

Mandy put her arms around me and gave me a hug.

“You’re so sexy, all the guys will be creaming in their trousers,” she said. Then, instead of letting go, she clutched my naked body against hers. Her tits were pressed against mine, and I could feel my nipples getting aroused and hard. I looked down and saw that hers were too. She had large dark areolae, and her nips were standing out like pebbles.

“You’ve got amazing nipples,” I said admiringly.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “And they don’t get this hard for just anybody.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I bent down and put one of her perky little buds in my mouth, sucking and flicking it with my tongue.

“Oh fuck, that’s good” sighed Mandy. She reached down and began to fondle my tits as I moved on to her other nip. She tweaked hard at my nips as I sucked on hers.

Then she pulled me up and kissed me hard on the open mouth, our lips pressed together as our tongues entwined. The rehearsal was forgotten, we just wanted to have sex. I put my hands round her to hold her tight, then slid one of them down to the gentle curves of her bum, which I squeezed and fondled. Almost by accident, my finger found itself slipping between her cheeks and found her tight arsehole. I pushed gently against the sphincter, which parted to let my digit pop inside, just an inch or two.

“Oh, you dirty girl,” she whispered, before putting one of her own hands between my legs and rubbing at my smooth mound. She teased around my pussy lips, pressing her palm against my clit while pushing two fingers into my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re soaking,” she breathed in my ear as she wiggled them around inside me.

“I don’t get this wet for just anybody,” I replied.

She removed her fingers and showed them to me, glistening with my sticky juices, before licking them clean.

“I want to taste you properly,” she said, dragging me into her bedroom. I fell back onto the bed and spread my legs invitingly.

“It’s all yours, babe,” I said. Without hesitation, Mandy dropped to her knees and buried her face between my thighs. I could feel her warm breath on my pussy before she began to suck my labia into her mouth one at a time, then licked her tongue around my slit.

“You taste so fucking good,” she said, as she put her tongue right into my vadge. She wiggled it around inside me for a while, before moved on to my clit. She sucked on it and flicked it with her tongue, while simultaneously slipping two fingers into my pussy.

“I want to taste you too,” I said, so we moved round into the “69” position so I could lick and finger her as well. I think she was even wetter than I was, judging by the amount of juices that ran out of her pussy all over my face.

I came first, reaching my orgasm as she flicked her tongue backwards and forwards across my clit, while curving her fingers up inside me find my g-spot. I redoubled my efforts between her legs, and before long brought her to a shuddering orgasm as well. She practically squirted into my mouth when she came, and I wriggled round to kiss her, letting her taste her own juices on my lips.

We lay together on the bed for a while, kissing and cuddling, our naked bodies slick with perspiration, before Mandy sat up.

“I wish we could do that again,” she said, “but Ashley’ll be back from school soon. Maybe we’ll get a chance to do it again on Friday at the private show.”

“Possibly, if the guys stop fucking us for long enough,” I said.

On Friday evening, Mandy turned up with an extra bag. At first she was a bit coy about what was in it, but after I’d nagged her for a while she gave in and showed me the contents. Even I was surprised when she took out a strap-on cock.

“I thought we could use this in the private show,” she said. “I’m sure the guys’ll love watching me fuck you with it. Or you can fuck me if you’d rather.”

“Either way sounds cool,” I said. But I had to admit that I’d never used one before, so Mandy showed me how to strap it on. I couldn’t help smiling as she wriggled around, the big artificial dick bobbing around in front of her. It was bigger than most cocks I’d fucked, so I was rather excited by the idea of having it up inside me.

“Do you use it much?” I asked, fascinated. I’d never imagined Mandy would have been into kinky stuff like this.

“Oh, not for yonks,” she said, “but last year another girl and me did a few private shows together, and I bought it for that. But then she suddenly got betrothed and married and gave up the stripping, and I’ve not used it since. This just seemed like a good time to get it out again. Don’t worry, I’ve given it a good clean.”

“I think it’s hot,” I said. I went down on my knees in front of Mandy and put the strap-on in my mouth. I began to suck on it like a real dick, and Mandy began to moan and groan.

“Oh, fuck yeah, Annie,” she said, putting on a deep masculine voice. “Suck my dick, you dirty bitch!”

At this point Peggy put her head round the door.

“Okay, girls, put that away for now,” she said. “I don’t want to know what you get up to in the private show. Just try to keep any mess off the carpet. Anyway, it’s nearly time for you to go on.”

Mandy started the music, and we began our show. I saw Dick with two other guys at a table right next to the stage, and discreetly pointed him out to Mandy. We made sure we gave them a good show as we gyrated around in time to the music, taking off one item after another until we were down to our frilly undies. Then we turned up the heat a little, kissing and fondling each other and wriggling our bums at the audience.

There were cries of “get ‘em off girls,” and notes chucked onto the stage and stuffed into our knickers. As we’d rehearsed, I took off Mandy’s bra and she did the same for me. Cheekily, I bent over and sucked her nipples, which raised a big cheer from the crowd. Then it was knickers off, giving the punters a quick flash of our pussies before the dance was over.

“Bloody hell, that went down well,” said Mandy, as we counted up the dosh afterwards.

“Just wait ‘til the private show,” I said. “Come on, we’d better get upstairs. We don’t want to keep them waiting.”

I splashed some perfume onto my intimate bits, then put my schoolgirl costume back on, along with a fresh bra and pair of knickers. My heart was beating a bit; I had a feeling this was going to be pretty intense.

When we got upstairs, we found Dick and his two friends already sitting round the table, drinks in hand.

“So, hello again then, Dick,” I said. “This is Mandy. Why don’t you introduce us to your friends?”

“This is Tom, and he’s Harry,” said Dick. Okay, that was clearly balderdash, but if they wanted to keep their real names secret that was their business. Tom and Harry said hello, then it was time for the show.

We started with some of the same moves as our public dance, undoing a few shirt buttons to give a glimpse of our bras, and flicking up our skirts to reveal our knickers. Already I could see the guys starting to rub their crotches, showing their bulges. By the time we were down to our undies they’d all unzipped their trousers and were openly stroking their erect cocks.

This seemed like the right time to get dirty. I pulled down Mandy’s bra and played with her big tits, while she put her hand down inside my knickers and rubbed my pussy.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” said Harry, rubbing his hard cock. “Get your knickers off love, and let’s see her finger you.”

“You’re a dirty boy,” said Mandy, wiggling her tits at him. “Don’t be so impatient.” She began to tease him, waving her bum in front of his face and pulling down her little white knickers. I could see there was already a wet patch around the crotch. He reached up and smacked her bare cheeks.

“Come on girls, let’s see all of you,” said Dick, taking out a couple of twenties and throwing them onto the stage. The other guys did the same, so we obliged by stripping off our remaining clothing.

“We’ve got a special treat for you now,” said Mandy. She went over to her bag and got out the strap-on. She put it on and came over to me. I obligingly bent down, and she took hold of my bum cheeks and spread them apart. I felt the tip of the strap-on rubbing against my pussy lips, then Mandy lunged forward, and it slipped right up inside me. I let out a little squeal of delight, and Mandy began to fuck me vigorously from behind.

The guys were loving this. Tom waved a fifty at me. “This is for you if you come and suck my cock while she’s pegging you,” he offered.