Chapter 4

A few weeks after that, Hank told the staff that we had to make some changes.

“We have to let the customers put their hands wherever they want.” He said, “The other clubs are doing it already.”

The girls weren’t happy about this at all.

They were a mixed bunch; a couple of collage girls, a married mother of two, and several part timers who also did escort work.

“Hands everywhere?” Marcy asked, “I couldn’t. Sorry, count me out.” She said.

“What about everywhere except the groin?” Asia suggested. “We could have groin at the girl’s discretion.”

The girls all agreed in the end, even Marcy. They were making a lot of money, and that’s hard to quit. Asia was the only one of them that did it for fun. She liked the money too, but she earned more at her day job tweaking and updating the algorithms for a major tech company.

All the money I earned went to my tuition; I was broke, Asia was loaded.

Customers were about 50% regulars and the other half out of town guys traveling for business. Most were middle aged, but there were some young and some old men too. Racially mostly white, We got some Asians and very few black men. Sometimes a group of butch lesbian women would come in after the gay bar down the street closed, because we let women in free and they got drinks at half price. They were a bit rowdy but never made real trouble. I found it odd how they dressed and acted like men, when what they wanted was to attract women who liked women.

I watched my girlfriend spin naked on the pole, presenting her great little ass to the crowd, opening her legs so they could see her 1 inch G-string. Her natural tits bounced and her thick black hair whipped around as she danced. What made Asia different though, was her smile. That bright radiant sexy grin of hers as she exposed her body to the gaze of the room full of strangers.

She took a microphone and pranced down the steps from the stage and swept past the rows of horny men, stopping to gaze into the longing eyes of one or two before she stopped in front of a grey-haired south Asian.

“Hey there handsome!” she said into the mic as she leaned close with her breasts swinging in his shocked face, “Where are you from?”

“Singapore.” He mumbled.

“Do the girls in Singapore all look like me? Hey, we have a new policy here at the club, do you want to put your hands on my breasts? Go on, feel me up!”

Every eye in the place watched the shaking brown hands grasp the pale breasts. Asia grinned brightly and looked around the dimly lit room to a round of spontaneous applause.

Asia pulled away; “For $20, You can kiss me and put your hands anywhere you want.” She told him while speaking into the mic so everyone would hear. “For 10 seconds. What do you say?”

“20 seconds.” He suggested.

“15.” Asia countered, her hot breasts just out of his reach as he fished out a $20 bill. She beckoned me over to take the money. “Time us, Chuck.”

The bill in my hand horrified me; I needed money all the time, but I didn’t want this. Anyway, it wasn’t mine. I was just holding it.

My naked girlfriend climbed over the stranger’s lap, facing him with her knees to either side. She put her hands on his face and peered down at him intently. The big room fell silent, some guys got out of their seats to stand closer for a better view. Her hair fell over them as she put her open mouth on his.

Asia danced and teased for fun and money; but this was different. It was a sexual act, an intimate act. She was sharing fluid, and his hands slid down her silky smooth back to her ass and held her buns tightly as the two conspicuously shared tongue until I called time.

Asia lifted her face from the man and looked around her, basking in the lustful stares of the other men as she kept her position with her hands resting on his shoulders now, his were on her hips.

“Again!” he demanded, as he fished out another $20.

15 seconds; it doesn’t sound like much now, but at the time it was like 15 hours. That kiss was real; it was passionate, wet, intimate, and sexual. They held each other, he fondled her breasts and held her ribs as their tongues wrestled. I could see she was loving it, j enjoying the attention as much as the touch.

I admit I was turned on by the show; the pain mixed with sexual thrill was fantastic, dark, and powerful.

“Again!” the man insisted, “Again!”

After he’d spent $100 in 2 minutes, Asia handed him over to one of the escort women who left with him.

Standing in her g-string and heels amongst the hungry men, Asia asked them “Anyone else?”

Every hand was waving a $20.

Man after man, she kissed them until they ran out of cash. Their hands caressed her, one sucked her nipples and after that everyone did it. We pulled in $2340. Hank took half though.

“Two thousand four hundred dollars an hour Chuck!” Asia chuckled.

The escort girls were happy too, they told me those men each came within 10 seconds. Hank was unsure about the new revenue stream but the money was welcome.

Yeah, everyone was ok with it except me.

When we got home, Asia wanted a good hard fuck; and I gave her one too. She came and came, I should have been happy about it all I guess. Asia gave me 10% of her share; maybe I shouldn’t have accepted it.

Hank stood next to me as I watched one night.

“She worries me.” He said.

“Me too.” I said.

“She’s practically fucking him in the chair.” He said.

“It’s getting closer to that.” I said, “I heard they do that at Gino’s now.”

“Yeah. Blow jobs in the back room ... now that they basically legalized prostitution, there’s no way to compete without going all the way. I don’t know whether to build a couple of private rooms or sell out. I never wanted to be a pimp.”

I thought about that as I watched my girlfriend hold the face of an Arab looking guy as she sucked his tongue

“Those guys are paying more for a kiss and a fondle than they do for a blowjob.” Hank mused. “I’m trying to talk a few of the other girls into it, this could be a real bread winner.”

It went pretty much the same every night after that; there was some trouble from a few guys she refused because they didn’t seem clean, but for the most part Asia made out with everyone who wanted to. Fat guys, old guys, young horny guys, butch lesbians, a lot of Asian guys started coming in. We introduced a ticket system to control the number at 30 per night and increased the price to $2 per second. Kissing was moved to the stage so everyone could see without crowding.

Most of the night was strip-tease and pole dancing like before, the girls doubled as waitresses and did some lap-dancing. But we all noticed the crowd coming in just before Asia’s kissing hour.

Most guys came in for kissing were regulars, there were a couple of biters and a few bruisers who were banned. Also anyone who pulled a phone or camera was banned, and anyone who made trouble. The system proved very reliable even as the numbers grew.

I prowled the aisles looking for cameras as Asia made out with one man after another. A big clock on the wall counted down time as their hands roamed her naked body and their tongues reamed her throat. She held their faces or groped them through their trousers, she writhed against them, turned so they could get their hands around her tits better.

One night, an old guy, 60 or maybe 70 years old, pulled the G-string to the side and slipped a gnarled finger into her. I saw her gasp (and so did everyone else) and her eyes widened. I went to haul the guy off, but she held up a hand to stop me.

Asia moaned and slid her ass on his lap as he finger-fucked her. She grinned at the crowd and then twisted her neck to kiss the old man deeply, then she reddened and heaved. She came on stage for the first time. She kissed him tenderly for a while afterwards, giving him an extra 12 seconds for free.

“Now everyone will want to do it.” I pointed out.

“I know.” She said, “I really liked it and it made a good show too, but I can’t have thirty dirty fingers up my pussy every night. Let’s get some surgeon’s gloves. Give them to the guys before they come up if they want them.”

The old man was a regular after that, he was a bit miffed about the glove rule but he understood.

“I want to suck your cock on stage.” She said to me one night. I tried, but I couldn’t get hard with people watching; and the whole thing just felt wrong. I liked to lurk, watch, guard the girls. I was not ok with being part of the act itself.

Asia strutted up and down the stage, hands on her hips as her natural tits bounced with her steps.

“Who wants to go down on me on stage?” she demanded of the crowd, “You, how about you?” she asked a sorry looking regular. “No?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it!” the man blurted out.

The regulars mostly just drank and watched the show; after paying for our overpriced cover and drinks, I thought they couldn’t afford more.

Anyway, this guy Tom was in the place a couple of nights a week. He had eyes for one of the milfs, Eileen.

“Ok! we have a winner!” Asia declared as she pulled him to the stage. “What’s your name, honey?”

“Tom.” He squeaked.

“Put your arms around me and kiss me first, sweetheart!” she said loudly, and her naked body melted against him as their mouths met.

There were about 30 men watching.

My naked girlfriend held the stranger tight, kissing him deep and passionately for several seconds before she pushed him away with a laugh and fell onto her back on a divan, strong legs straight and spread, high heeled shoes with the spikes pointing up. As usual, she was completely shaved and her pink pussy glistened like her smile in the spotlights.

“On your knees and do me, baby!” She declared loudly.

I stood on a dark corner, casting my eyes around the room, looking out for trouble. But the men just sat, drank, and stared longingly at Asia’s groin as the shaggy middle aged man put his face in it.

“Oh yes, yes!” she laughed exultingly, “That’s really good, imagine gents; I’m getting paid for this! Haha, in your dreams, baby, in your wildest dreams!”

Her eyes scanned the room, stopping at each return stare to lock eyes with each patron for a few seconds, to smile at each one individually.

She was a star; because she actually liked it. Liked being the center of attention, of lust, teasing these lonely men who gathered here to be teased.

“Oh yeah, I’m going to come!” she announced, “I’m going to come with all you MEN watching, fuck yes!”

And she did too. Huffing and squirming as she held the greying head in her hands, she moaned out her orgasm, sharing her ecstasy with her adoring fans.

I always watched the mirror on the drive home, and we were followed more than once. I pulled into a fast food place and when he pulled in behind us I got out, took a picture of him, and told him he was banned. He looked terrified; he had reason to be. But I never did violence if it could be avoided.

“Who was it babe?” Asia asked as we drove on.

“Bald guy with the eagle tattoo.”

“Oh yeah, I remember. Nice hands.” She said.

“Is she really coming on stage?” Hank asked me one night as Asia was kissing and getting fingered by a muscly man with a bald head.

“Yeah.” I told him, “It’s like there’s no stopping her. The genie is out of the bottle.”

“We’re packed every night now.” He said, “I’m going to give you 5% of the door.”

That brought my income above the level of my expenses, it meant I could get through school without debt. I wondered about the cost to my soul though.

We watched as she arched backwards, until her hands were on the floor. Then she pushed her ass up his chest, until her shaved pussy was at the man’s mouth. Asia’s tapered legs went around his neck as he put his tongue in.

“Holy shit!” Hank said. “I let it slide last time but I’m not sure about this.”

“What do you want to do?” I asked.

“I don’t know, she’s your girlfriend. What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Watch her.” I said.

My girlfriend’s thick black hair spilled over the carpet as her groin clamped the customer’s mouth; his hands traced over her belly and breasts as he ate her juicy snatch. I couldn’t see her eyes; what did she feel? Was she coming?

It wasn’t about money, she had plenty of cash. She was doing it because she wanted to; because it turned her on.

The other customers had noticed the unusual action and were watching intently. A few got up and moved closer to see better.

“I think I have to stop it.” Hank said, “There has to be boundaries.”

She glanced at me from time to time, grinning in pleasure, triumph, and cruelty.

Hank walked over and looked down at Asia as he told her to ease up. She disengaged herself from the man and stood upright again, her hair tangled, her nipples erect, her stomach heaving. One man clapped, then the rest did. Asia grinned and made a little bow to her audience, naked but for her high heels and a light sheen of sweat on her skin. She was glowing, shining. I don’t think I ever saw her so happily radiant.

She wrapped her hands around the man’s bare scalp and kissed him tightly as his hands ranged over her back and ass, even though the clock had run to zero already.

“You came, didn’t you?” I asked her in the dressing room a few minutes after she’d finally gotten off of him.

“Oh yeah.” She sighed without a hint of guilt. “I got off and I got two hundred bucks!”

There was some sort of correlation between the money and the sexual satisfaction that I didn’t like. I was angry and jealous, I wanted to fuck her hard, brutally, violently. She would have liked that too but it was early and both of us were on shift for 3 more hours.

“Who’s next on the list?” she asked breathlessly, pressing one breast against my arm as she peered at the reservation list on the screen. “Oh, customer 34. I remember him, he’s nice.” She said, before going back up the steps to the stage.

He paid $100 so I set the clock at 50 seconds. “Sorry baby, my boss says licking my snatch isn’t allowed.” She said into the mic.

“Too bad.” He said, obviously disappointed as my girl wrapped her naked body around him and the kissing started.

“Over at Leo’s, they’re doing full penetrative sex on stage now.” Asia said to Hank as we locked up at the end of the night.

“Not with customers!” Hank argued, “There are health issues, you’re an employee, I’m responsible.”

“Technically I’m an outside contractor.” Asia reminded him, “And anyway, what I’m doing now is pretty much the same, letting guys lick my pussy is pretty much the same thing from a health standpoint.”

“God damn, Asia;” Hank grumbled, “You really want to let customers lick you out? What do you think, Chuck?”

“I’m just the bouncer.” I said, knowing Asia would freak out at me if I opposed her.

A couple of days later we had a staff meeting before opening.

“Listen everyone.” Hank announced, “The case against the Lucky Seven was thrown out of court yesterday. The state attorney general has stated that from now on nothing that goes on between consenting adults will be prosecuted.”

I ran my eyes cross the faces of the women; the hookers looked happy, the other 3 not so much, Asia looked positively thrilled.

“So from now on I can do anything I want?” she asked.

“Yeah, well I guess so.” Hank agreed doubtfully.

The next night, the crowd drank $10 beer and watched the girls strip and dance, twirling on the pole, all of them showing snatch now. Asia was older than most of them, her tits were starting to sag, she wasn’t even the best dancer. Yet all eyes were on her as she performed. She did a little lesbian show with Tracy, touching each other in a stylized showgirl manner that included mouth to mouth contact. The crowd applauded and hooted when the girls kissed.

Meanwhile, guys came up to my desk, handed over cash, and received their numbers. Some paid by credit card.

I loved her but she was killing me. We hadn’t had sex in several days. I didn’t know if it was because she was getting her kicks on stage; maybe I was the one who made myself too busy to make love. I was aware that I was corrupted; How could I leave her when she was housing and feeding me? And the job she secured for me was paying for school.

I watched her flirt and laugh, wearing only her high heels, with a group of mixed age Chinese men as she brought them their drinks, and tried to concentrate on my own feelings.

I burned for her; I was besotted. I saw a hand on her ass and my muscled bunched, I wanted to punch the guy’s lights out. Asia just laughed and turned so he’d have a better angle. She told them something and pointed at me, and they all lined up to pay for their numbers.

“The young one is cute.” Asia said to me as they went back to their seats. “I’d like to take him somewhere and fuck him, then watch him suck your cock!” She laughed, before bouncing to the bar to reload her tray. I couldn’t help it; I looked at the men and saw she was right, the youngest was quite pretty. I shuddered, because if she really wanted it to happen it probably would.

Asia did a lapdance for one of the regulars, who fondled and fingered her. Two women were doing upside down splits on stage, a guy stood up and grabbed Gina as she brought his drink, so I threw him out; just another night at work.

I looked at the other girls one by one; would I like to be with any of them? They were all sexy, good looking, and they all liked me too. Ignoring the fact that they all had husbands or boyfriends because this was just a thought experiment, I imagined myself with each. It was fun to think about but actually, I wasn’t interested in the other strippers.

Asia looked into his eyes and smiled; that was her gift. That smile could melt hearts and inflate erections. Her naked body was fabulous, her fine curves and tight ass were as sexy as any woman in the place, any woman anywhere. She was the oldest dancer we had, but no other stripper had that genuine happy smile for their customers.

I watched her hovering around the Chinese men at their table; it was sort of odd, as she was ethnically Chinese herself. They saw a woman who looked like women they knew at home, but actually Asia was fourth generation Chinese American, not Asian at all.

She looked so happy, excited as she anticipated her show.

Each one licked her out on stage when their turns came. She sat back on the furry divan with her legs wide and the men each fell to their knees in front of her. She laughed and grinned as they did it, she shivered and moaned as they put their greedy mouths to her gleaming pink vagina to drink in her sexuality for their few expensive seconds.

It was appalling, yet oddly empowering at the same time. They paid by the second, but she let me do it for free. That made me special. Or it made her a whore; well, it can be both at once of course.

We didn’t get a lot of African or African-American men. Sometimes one or two came in with a group from work or a stag party. Anyway, there was one the next night, a young guy on his own.

“I want to suck his cock on stage.” Asia told me. It wasn’t a question or a request for permission, just respectful notification of intent. “Don’t you think it would look great, the contrast?” she asked without expecting an answer, “Black on white, that presses buttons babe.”

She went and sat next to him, I saw her talk into his ear. He looked shocked, then shook his head.

Asia was in a bad mood for a while. “How can a man not want a blowjob?” she fumed.

“Maybe he just didn’t want it on stage.” I pointed out. But I knew that she was on the move. Away from me. It burned and soothed me to think that soon she’d no longer want me at all. I didn’t have the guts to leave her, but if she dumped me I would be free.

The Lesbians came in and sat at a table. Asia served their drinks (naked of course) and I saw they were talking a little. There was a new one, a thirtyish blond who looked slightly haunted. Like the others, she was dressed as a man; but she’d gone to town with the theme, and was wearing a vintage suit, tie, and fedora hat. She had a good figure too. One of the older women handed Asia some money’ She got up and moved to a semi-private seat with the new blond, I could see them from my desk; they sat close and held hands for a moment, then the women took her hat off, revealing sharply cut masculine-short blond hair. They kissed sensuously for a short time. The blonde’s hands roamed over Asia’s back, and fondled her breasts a little too. they sat close and talked for a minute, then Asia had to get back to work.