Chapter 3

Now that the day's business has been attended to I feel like playing. I thought about it for a moment and came up with the perfect surprise for Kara. I drove to a large adult bookstore on the edge of town and parked. The lot is nearly full of cars but I know from experience that most of these guys will be tucked away in their little booths in the back and the store itself won't be very crowded.

I was partially right. It wasn't crowded. But that's a relative term, open to interpretation. It probably seemed more crowded to Kara than it did to me. It was busier than usual. There were at least a dozen men browsing through the magazines and movies. They all turned their attention on Kara the moment we walked in.

I pulled Kara along to the section of the store where sexy clothing is on display. She had to be led. She couldn't stop gaping in disbelief at all the pornographic material that surrounded her. She was having trouble focusing. She was amazed by all the sex toys and dirty movies and magazines that were everywhere she looked.

Most of the outfits they sell here are the sort of thing that a woman might wear to turn her husband on in the privacy of their own home. They're just silly male fantasy outfits like harem costumes, slutty nurse costumes or French maid costumes. But they also have a small selection of slut clothes, the sort of thing a woman won't find in the shops at the mall.

I picked out several revealing outfits. None of them could be worn out in public without getting arrested. The tops I selected are so sheer they're almost invisible. The handkerchief size skirts were either several inches above the crotch, baring all, or they have slits in strategic places. One is as nearly invisible as the tops I selected. I handed them to Kara and told her to try them on.

She looked around for a changing room but couldn't locate one. Just then I saw the rough looking old guy who was sitting behind the counter when we came in approaching. He looks like an old biker who either fell off his bike fairly often or he's been in a lot of fights over the years and didn't win as often as he lost. He came to a stop a couple of feet away and asked if he could help us. I asked if they have a changing room Kara can use to try on the clothes I selected for her.

The old guy shook his head and said they don't have one of those. He doesn't get a lot of women customers coming in to try on the kinds of clothing he sells.

"No problem," I said. "Do you mind if she tries them on right here?"

I expected a reaction from Kara. But instead I was the one that got surprised. Nothing!! Not even a sharp intake of breath. She continued to stand beside me, her head down and blushing furiously but still glancing furtively at the merchandise around us in disbelief.

The old biker looked at me like I was nuts and exclaimed, "Yer shittin' me, right?"

"No," I calmly replied as though we do this every day. "I really want to see how she looks in them. Is that a problem?"

"Hell no, man! Not as long as you don't mind an audience."

I smiled, took the outfits back from Kara and told her to undress.

She took a deep breath and pulled her dress up over her head without a single word of protest. Instantly every guy in the place rushed over and gathered around to watch. I took her dress from her and handed her one of the outfits I just selected.

She put it on quickly, for all the good it did. It covered almost nothing. In fact it seemed to emphasize those parts that skirts and blouses are intended to cover. I noticed that Kara's nipples were erect. Seeing them standing up like that reminded me that while we're here we should pick up some clamps for those beautiful little nubbins.

I looked her over for a moment. I made were walk up and down the aisle and then I told her to take it off. She almost seemed glad to remove it. She may have been humiliated, but when I took the little outfit from her I noticed that despite her humiliation and her fear, her pussy is so wet that the moisture seeping out of her is clinging to her sexy opening and glistening in the dim light.

I couldn't resist. "Kara! Look at you. You can't try on clothes like that! Your pussy is absolutely sopping wet."

She glanced at me. I think that I expected to see a look of hate, or pleading, or something, I don't know. Anything but the look of absolute lust I saw!

I spoke to the crowd and asked if anyone has anything to wipe that up with. A guy in his late fifties jumped out of the crowd with an apparently clean handkerchief.

He tried to hand it to me but I shook my head. I asked him if he'd mind doing the honors. You would have thought I'd just made him a millionaire. He turned to Kara, grinning from ear to ear. He moved a little closer and put one hand on her perfect butt as if to steady her. There was a short delay while he adjusted his grip on her ass. He looked around at the other men as if to make certain everyone was watching and gently moved his handkerchief over her freshly shaved pussy.

As soon as he touched her she had to reach out and hold onto him as she experienced a huge orgasm. Everyone around us was staring intently. They were all making the crudest comments you could imagine. Poor Kara was so turned on she could hardly stand on her own.

I quietly ordered her to spread her legs so that the guy can do a good job. I had to tell her twice. She was so wrapped up in what was happening to her that she didn't realize at first that I was talking to her. She groaned and spread her legs a little farther apart. The old dude kept rubbing her pussy for all he was worth. Before he figured he'd done a good enough job she probably had two or three smaller orgasms in rapid succession.

Finally she couldn't take it anymore. Her legs went out from under her and she fell to her knees. I smiled because her face was only a few scant inches from the uncomfortable looking bulge in the guy's pants. I spoke to the old fart who has been rubbing her pussy and said that it looks like she's ready to thank him for all of those nice orgasms.

I glanced at the manager to see if he had a problem with what I was suggesting. He didn't object. So I told the old guy he can go ahead and fuck her face if he wants to.

He had his hard and very slimy cock out in seconds. Kara still didn't seem to know what was going on as he pushed his cock into her mouth. She didn't know what was going on, but as soon as she felt a cock in her mouth she started sucking automatically. Let me tell you, that girl can suck a cock better on automatic than most women can if they put their hearts into it.

I don't know if the old guy hasn't been laid in a long, long time or if it was just the magic of having a very attractive young woman sucking on the end of his dick. Whatever the reason, he came very quickly.

Kara slurped it down like a pro. When he pulled his soft cock out of her mouth she sank down to rest on her heels with a sweet smile on her lips and a still somewhat dazed look on her face.

I tapped her on the head to get her attention and I told her that now she should thank the manager for being so good and letting her try on clothes. She looked around and spotted him near me. She moved toward him on her knees, her breasts swaying sensuously as she moved.

The audience was going nuts watching. By the time she got to the old biker who seemed to be running the place he had his cock out and was ready for her. She attacked it immediately. This one she had to work at, though. It took him a long time and she was obviously tiring by the time he shot off in her mouth.

After the manager put his cock away I put down the outfits that I had picked up earlier and told the manager that I couldn't make up my mind right now. I promised that we'd be back. He didn't seem upset that we didn't buy anything.

He got a huge grin on his face and said, "Anytime!"

I was horny as hell now. But I wasn't that anxious to touch Kara until I got her cleaned up a little. I pointed out the bathroom against the far wall and told her to go clean up and hurry back. While she was cleaning up I had a change of heart. I didn't buy any of the clothes we looked at. But I bought a nice set of nipple clamps.

She was gone for a few minutes but the crowd all stood around waiting for her to come back. As soon as she returned I handed her the dress she wore in. She put it on, rather slowly I thought. When she was ready we went out to the car and I drove to my house.

On the way home, we talked about what she just did, or what was just done to her in the book store. She thought that the old biker must have just gotten laid because she was pretty sure she smelled pussy on his cock. She was still embarrassed. But she was still excited, too. I could hear it in her voice and see it in her eyes.

We stepped inside my house and Kara immediately stripped. Good girl! I had forgotten again! I took her into my bedroom and she undressed me. Then we went into my large walk-in shower and took a shower together. It's a lot of fun soaping Kara up and sliding my hands over her slippery curves. I can't get over how incredibly sexy she is, and how young and sweet. She's just about the most irresistible woman I've ever met.

We dried off and I rushed her to my bed. She gave every indication of being as horny as me and she didn't try to hide it. She certainly isn't acting like she's being forced. Not anymore. We fucked and sucked for several hours. I love the way she tastes, the way she reacts to my touch, the way her hot cunt grabs my cock, especially when she's having an orgasm.

On top of everything else, as I've already mentioned, she's an expert cocksucker. You can tell she enjoys it. I'm already starting to hope that Glenn has a terrible time finding a job. I will dearly regret the loss of my two new toys!

When it was all over we were both exhausted. We curled up and took a short nap. I'm not sure how long I slept. But when I awoke, Kara was in the kitchen. She had made me a snack and it was waiting for me. I sat down and asked her if she had made anything for herself. She said that over the last couple of months of struggling to survive she has lost ten pounds. She wants to keep it off. No snacks. I decided to give her a snack anyway.

While I ate I put her on her knees. I pinched and pulled on her nipples until they were hard and then I put the clamps on them. Her reaction was even more exciting than I anticipated. She groaned and gasped and started rubbing her pussy. I let her stimulate herself. But while she was doing that I made sure that her main focus was to suck me to another great orgasm.

My first thought, after I enjoyed another orgasm and some of the blood from my dick returned to my brain, was that I should have Kara's husband come and get her so that I can get a little work done. I quickly came to my senses, though. I ordered Kara to clean my house while I went into my office and worked for a few hours.

I completed the tasks I needed to get done today. I checked my email and responded to a few of them. I put my computer to sleep and only then did I think about what I want to do next.

Without giving it a whole lot of thought I decided it would be fun to go out for a couple of hours. I led Kara to the door and gave her time to put her little dress on. When she was ready I drove to the other house and picked up Glenn. I had to give him time to dress. I figured if I got any good chances to humiliate Kara it would be more fun if he was there to enjoy it.

I drove to a place I used to visit in my misspent youth, The Wild Joker. It's a local strip club. I haven't been there in years. I was surprised that it was still open. Yeah, I know. You can't imagine a nice guy like me going into a place like that.

I parked and we went in and ordered a drink from one of the attractive, and very topless young ladies working the tables. She made a fuss over Kara. I guess they don't get many women customers.

It's a small club. Unlike a couple of the larger gentlemen's clubs I've visited in the big city there's only one stage. So of course there's only one girl dancing at a time. Our drinks came and we sipped them while we watched a jaded young women dance as if she were in a trance. It was almost enough to put you off of naked women! By the end of the third dancer's show I was bored to death. These girls, these shows, well, damn! It just ain't right that you go to see naked women and get bored!

I decided that this had been a terrible waste of time and money and was standing up to leave when one of the dancers stopped by. She acted like she was sorry to see us go. She joked that her next set was coming up and she was just about to ask Kara to dance with her.

That was something that hadn't occurred to me! I thought about it and said, "Okay, we can stick around for that."

I heard Kara gasp. I didn't doubt that she was terrified and that she must hate the idea of getting up on that stage. But from what I've learned about her already I suspect that once she's up there she's going to find it very exciting. Whether or not she enjoys, though, it I know I will.

The dancer looked at me, trying to decide if I was serious. Then she looked at Kara, smiled and exclaimed, "Well alright! Let's do this!"

She grabbed Kara's hand and led her away saying, "Come on, baby. We gotta find you something to wear!"

Ten minutes later the stripper that took Kara away was announced and came out on stage with Kara. They were both wearing cheesy see-through baby doll sets. The music started and they began to dance. But not fast and wild, slowly and sensuously.

Kara was obviously unsure of herself. I could see the fear on her face. But she was doing her best to keep up. Halfway through the first song the stripper started moving against Kara and then touching her sensuously. Kara didn't know what to do so she just kept dancing as the stripper slowly pulled the top half of her baby dolls off.

The crowd loved it and so did I. Glenn, on the other hand, seemed to have reservations about seeing his young wife being undressed by a stripper for the amusement of a room full of horny, half drunk men.

The stripper removed her own top next. As soon as they were both topless the stripper moved around behind Kara, rubbing her breasts against Kara's back while reaching around and caressing her perfect breasts.

Just before the first song of the three song set ended the stripper moved around in front of Kara and touched her breasts to Kara's. As the two women danced sensuously their breasts rubbed together. This is more like it!! It was impossible to tear my eyes away!

As the first song ended she took Kara's head in her hands, pulled her close and kissed her passionately! The look on Kara's face was priceless. She didn't resist, she didn't respond, she just stood there looking as shocked as if she had just been French kissed by a stripper or something!

The crowd, up until Kara had come on stage had been quiet, not actually paying that much attention to the dancers. Now a growing number of them were out of their seats and beginning to crowd around the stage. They were yelling encouragement over the loud music and offering crude comments as men are wont to do under these circumstances.

Before the second song of the set began the stripper guided Kara closer to the edge of the stage. When she was close enough the men began reaching out and stuffing dollar bills into her transparent panties, taking the time to grope her liberally as they tipped her.

The stripper led Kara all the way across the edge of the stage facing the audience, and then all the way back with her cute little butt to the audience. By the time they made the return trip across the stage it was covered with one and five dollar bills that seemed to fall unnoticed from the loose leg openings of her little panties.

The tipping process lasted less than a minute. But it was extremely erotic to watch, in no small part because of the expression on Kara's face while so many strange men groped her ass and her pussy freely.

The second song started. The stripper began dancing with Kara again. I guess it was dancing. It looked more like they were just making out to music. Whatever they were doing, the crowd loved it. I was getting pretty turned on myself.

Less than halfway through the second number the panties were pulled down. Naturally the crowd loved that as well.

Once both women were naked, the stripper began rubbing up against Kara, grinding their breasts and their pussies together erotically. I noticed that Kara was starting to reciprocate! The "deer caught in the headlights" look on her face had been replaced with a look of lust. If their carrying on doesn't get us thrown out of here tonight I suspect we'll be spending a lot of time here in the future.

The second song ended and the stripper slowly moved Kara along the edge of the stage again. This time money was being pushed into her pussy by lingering fingers. Hands were even reaching around to push dollar bills into the crack of her ass!

The third song started and they moved back to the center of the stage. They resumed their kissing and touching but the third song had only just begun when the stripper slowly lowered Kara to the floor on her back.

I couldn't believe what happened next. I know it's illegal. But nobody tried to stop them when the stripper lowered herself onto Kara's hot, sweaty body and they began to sixty-nine, right there on the stage!

The crowd went wild! The guys in the audience were whistling and yelling obscenities and all the while they were throwing money at the two women on stage! They ate each other through the entire third song, occasionally rolling over so that they were on their sides, or again so that Kara was on top.

The third song ended much too soon for the audience. But the sex show was finally over. The girls slowly climbed to their feet to a resounding cheer and deafening applause. They moved to the front of the stage one last time and slowly moved along the edge, giving anyone who cared to a last chance to insert a tip into either vagina.

Not all of the hands that moved around those pretty pussies had money in them. But pretty much everyone managed to cop a feel. The stripper thanked the men and then both women slowly and gracefully began picking up the many damp, wadded up bills that covered the stage. When the scattered tips had all been collected they grabbed their costumes and slowly walked off stage through a dark curtain in the back.

A few minutes later they came back out through a side door. The crowd actually stood up and cheered them again! They made their way back to our table through their smiling admirers, pausing occasionally to acknowledge something said by one of their new fans. Kara collapsed back into her seat with a loud sigh. The stripper thanked Kara and me and even gave me a kiss on the cheek before she started moving through the crowd looking for someone to buy her a drink.

As soon as she left Kara whispered in my ear that she had split the tips with her. Kara's half was almost $150 for less than fifteen minutes of, well, you couldn't call it work, pleasure?

Our waitress came over with another round of drinks and told us they were on the house. The manager came up right behind the waitress. He introduced himself and came right to the point. He wants to hire Kara. He's been running this place for more than ten years and that was the hottest show he's ever seen.

I asked him if he wasn't concerned about getting arrested or closed down. He smiled and nodded towards two swarthy men over by the far corner of the stage. He told me that they're off duty cops and as long as things don't get out of hand, no murders or robberies or anything like that to get in the papers, everything is cool. Of course he has to let them fuck the strippers from time to time. But shit, no skin off his ass!

I told him that we would keep the job offer in mind. But for now we want to retain her amateur status. I also assured him that we enjoyed the show as much as he did and we'll definitely be back.