Chapter 73: On the Go

YOU MIGHT NOT BELIEVE this after all this time, but I’m still not that good at talking to naked women I don’t know very well. I’m not a natural seducer. I think that comes from Pinaruti’s legacy. Since he didn’t know how to conduct a conversation with a woman, he imbued me with a certain level of irresistibility. Fortunately, not so much that every woman I meet instantly wants to fuck me, but enough so that if they want to fuck me, they’ll make the first move. Sometimes I actually turn them down.

But just talking to a naked woman who has suddenly plopped herself in my lap and invited me to interview her—while her hands, mind you, were constantly caressing my arms and touching my cheeks—left me a bit tongue-tied.

“Yeah. Um ... Why did you decide to apply to be on To Boldly Go?” I asked. Somehow, my hand had found its way to cup her delightfully full breast with its hard nipple pressed into my palm.

“It’s a long story. Joan and I decided to become dancers while we were still in high school. We even practiced dancing and stripping with each other, and got kind of involved, so that’s how we discovered sex. We even had a little party once where we invited some classmates over and danced for them. It gave us good practice at controlling where guys put their hands and what we’d allow them to do. We got a reputation as being real cock teases, which is exactly what we had set out to do. When we turned eighteen, we went to a club and applied. Most of the boys we knew weren’t old enough to go to the club, since it was a bar and restricted to twenty-one and older clientele, even though they let eighteen-year-olds work as dancers.”

“Sounds like you got everything you wanted.”

“Mostly. When my parents found out I was dancing, they kicked me out. No discussion. They’re hyper-religious and absolutely would not tolerate having me as a stain on their reputation. Joan and I got a room one of the club managers was renting and moved ourselves to Des Moines. We were happy, even, to pay the rent with a weekly fuck for the manager. It was only until we got on our feet and could get a place of our own. And it was easy. I pulled down around a thousand a week after the club took its fee. And we both decided we could create a good cover for ourselves by working as temporary secretaries. So, I work wherever the agency sends me four days a week. Three nights a week, I dance my ass off and rub guys’ cocks through their pants until they pay me.”

“And you like what you do?” I asked. She had managed to get a hand between us to do a little rubbing on me as she talked. I discovered her legs had parted in an open invitation to explore.

“Yeah. But that’s the difference. Joan and I do it because we love it and that’s what we always wanted to do. But there are lots of girls who are there for less positive reasons. Some of them got hooked on drugs and started stripping to pay for the next dose. A lot of them pick up johns while they’re dancing and that inevitably leads to STDs or arrests for prostitution. Some of them are just desperate because they made a mistake in their lives and figure the only asset they have left is their tits. And there are some who were coerced.”

I stiffened in a bad way and Roxie petted at my chest, saying “Down boy.”

“I have no problem with a woman choosing whatever path she wants to take,” I said. “I have a great deal of problem with people who force a woman into a path.”

“I think we’ve all heard that message loud and clear,” Roxie said. “And here’s the thing, Bob. I’m here of my own free will. I’m naked in your arms with your finger in my pussy because that’s where I want to be. There’s something perverse in me that just wants to fuck you. Though, you know you could bring Annie back and we’d have a really good time. But I don’t expect you to choose me for your crew. What use would you have for a stripper in space when you’ve already got a dozen or more women who run around naked all the time. Guys don’t pay me because I’m the most beautiful woman they’ve ever seen. They pay me because I’m the most available right now. I don’t know how I could ever become the most available for The Bob.”

“What is it you really want, then?”

“Joan and I have put together a pretty good-sized bankroll in the five years we’ve been dancing. But it’s not enough. What I really want is for you to bankroll a buyout of my club. I want to get the druggies off drugs. I want to free the girls who are being beaten by a boyfriend at home if they don’t bring home enough tips. I want to turn our club into a refuge for girls who love what they’re doing and will enjoy every minute they’re in my club. Like I do. You know, we could get this big boy out to play now,” she said, squeezing my cock.