by Gia Blue
Before her hand touched the door it slammed open and a young woman came barreling out, tossing a series of inventive insults over her shoulder. Vanessa stumbled backwards to avoid getting run over.
"Good luck with that asshole," the angry woman said to her. "Better you than me." She flipped up her middle finger at a security camera in the top corner of the doorway and stomped off, an impressive feat considering the five-inch stilettos she wore.
Vanessa giggled, figuring the woman had encountered the same guy she'd spoken to on the phone. It was nice to know she wasn't the only one he was rude to. She walked through the open door into an empty hallway. Music was barely audible, but the thumping bass shook the walls and floor around her.
She stuck her head in the first open room she saw, and a stunning redhead jumped up from a vanity table.
"Oh, finally. You're late."
Vanessa glanced down at her watch. "No, I'm early. It's not even-"
"Never mind. Just get in here and get changed."
"Changed? I can't wear this?"
"Are you joking?" The other woman scanned her body from head to toe. "The top is fine, but those pants are ridiculous. Fix your face; I'll see if we have a skirt or something."
"Uh, thanks," Vanessa replied weakly. "What's your name?"
The woman stopped rifling through a basket of clothes to answer. "Tammy."
"I'm Vanessa. Where is everyone else?"
"Out front getting some liquid courage and checking out the crowd. A-ha!" She tossed a small scrap of denim at Vanessa. "This is perfect with your top. Very slutty girl next door."
"Oh." Vanessa held the fabric up. It was a pair of cutoff shorts. Sort of. More like half a pair of shorts, really. "Um…"
"Just put them on. I'm up in two minutes and you're after me."
"Okay. Isn't there something I'm supposed to sign or whatever?"
"They'll do it after. Everything is a mess around here today. Good luck out there." With that she shrugged off the robe she'd been wearing and revealed a mini-dress that displayed a lot more than it covered. Before Vanessa could say anything Tammy went through a door on the opposite wall, leaving her alone and very confused.
Shrugging it off, Vanessa removed her slacks and slipped into the teeny-tiny shorts. What there was of them fit fine, and she had to admit her legs looked fantastic. Next she concentrated on reapplying her makeup and fixing her hair again. She performed a few vocal exercises to warm-up her voice and decided to find her way to the stage to see how Tammy was doing up there.
Following the other woman's path, she pushed open the door and found herself obviously right behind the stage. The area was dark and full of equipment she couldn't identify. She made her way carefully around as Tammy's song started up. Except there must have been some mistake. The song was a rock number from the eighties and the voice singing was definitely male.
"Weird," she muttered as cheers erupted from the crowd. Finally at the curtain, Vanessa pushed it aside enough to look out. What she saw almost made her fall over.
In the middle of the stage was Tammy, but she wasn't singing. She was swinging her long, lithe body around a shiny pole sensuously. And the only thing visible of the crowd was a sea of hands holding money, waving in Tammy's direction.
Vanessa let the curtain close in front of her. "What the fuck?" Her mind rolled through everything that had happened, and it finally clicked. The girl in the heels, the clothes Tammy had given her. "I'm in the wrong damn club."
"That's what they all say, honey," a voice said from behind her. She spun around and saw a tall, thin man standing there.
"Oh, you startled me. Um, do you work here?"
"Yeah, I'm the manager, baby. Why? Want to get a leg up on the competition?"
"Huh? No. I'm not supposed to be here."
"First time?"
"Yes. I mean, no. I… I'm in the wrong place."
"Relax. All the girls are scared at first. But there's no reason to be. You're cute enough and you've got big tits. That's half the work. Just don't fall down and you'll do fine."
"No, you don't understand. I'm not a stripper. Dancer… whatever."
"Not yet, doll. But you're on your way. In fact, Tammy's finishing up, get ready."
"No. Listen, I-" She didn't get a chance to finish. Tammy pushed through the curtain, completely nude, cradling a pile of bills.
"Thirty seconds before your music starts," the redhead said, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
"I…" Vanessa peeked through the curtain again. The lights dimmed and a slow pulsing beat rang out from the speakers. Over it, a voice spoke.
"And now, for the first time anywhere, meet our next contestant, Candy. She's sweet as her name but with a naughty side. Let's see if she'll show it to you, gentlemen."
Hooting and applause filled Vanessa's ears.
"Candy!" the announcer repeated as the music grew louder, and she recognized the song, "Pour Some Sugar on Me." Not very creative of Candy, that selection.
"What the fuck are you doing? Get out there," the manager hissed at her. "Hurry!"
"But I'm not Candy."
"I don't give a fuck what your name is. Get on the damn stage, you dumb bitch." He shoved her hard enough that she stumbled forward. Catching herself before she fell, Vanessa realized she was onstage and visible to the crowd. They cheered louder.
"Oh shit." In her mind she was rushing back behind the curtain, but her body froze under the lights and all those sets of eyes. What was more embarrassing, running away or giving it a shot? She'd always had a secret exhibitionism fantasy. This night had turned out nothing like she'd expected, buy maybe it was meant to be. If nothing else it would be a funny story to tell her friends later.
Vanessa threw back her shoulders and strutted to the front of the stage in what she hoped was a sexy manner. Her gaze passed over the pole, but it seemed like too much of a risk. She closed her eyes and let her body move to the music, surrendering to the driving beat.
Imagining she was alone in her room, she ran her hands down her sides and up again, cupping her full tits. She rolled her hips and kept her hands moving, caressing and squeezing her body. Soon it felt natural to pull the tank top up over her head, so she did.
When her breasts, clad only in a brief lacey bra came into view the sounds of the crowd grew. Vanessa danced closer to the edge of the stage and felt hands brush her ankles. She smiled and licked her lips before falling to her knees. Fingers clutched at her thighs as she reached back to unfasten her bra. Keeping her nipples covered as the rest of her round flesh was revealed, she shook her head to send her hair tumbling like a golden curtain in the blinding lights.
Vanessa stood up, feeling drunk on the insanity of the situation, the wildness of what she was doing. She turned her back on the audience and let her bra fall to the floor. Suddenly brave, she reached out and grabbed the tall pole. She walked around it slowly, letting her full breasts bounce as she moved.
Flashes of all the music videos and movies she'd seen with strippers rushed through her head, and she spun, shook and shimmied with every bit of grace she had. Money crunched under her feet as she moved, some of the bills hitting her legs as the audience tossed them at her.
She felt her pussy dampen as she thought about all the men there in the dark, watching her, wanting her. Stage fright was a foreign concept as she unbuttoned the shorts enough to slide them down, revealing the g-string she wore. A hand waving frantically got her attention and she walked over. Crouching down, she let the man slide a bill into the front of her shorts. As he did it, his hand grazed her mound and she gasped. She sat down and pulled the shorts off and then spread her legs. Her shaved pussy was dripping, saturating her panties.
Running her fingers over the wet area, she smiled as hand ran over her feet and ankles, sliding as far up her calves as they could get. Vanessa was so turned on she was having trouble thinking. So, she let go of thoughts and just acted on instinct. She rolled across the stage displaying her body
in every position she could get into. She rose and gave her attention to different areas of the crowd, so drunk on the adoration that she almost missed the end of her song.
Still riding the high, she gathered her money and headed backstage. She found the manager waiting for her in the dressing room.
"Not bad, girlie. Clean up a little and get out on the floor."
"Huh?"
"You have to get the customers to buy you drinks. It's part of the job."
"Oh, okay." She didn't know what job he was talking about, but she could use some water. And a cocktail. After freshening up she followed him out to the main floor. The club was bigger than she'd thought. She weaved through the tables as the girl hanging upside down on the pole slid down to the stage gracefully. Impressive thighs, she thought.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Vanessa's attention turned to the man standing in front of her. He was tall and handsome in a businessman kind of way. "Sure," she replied.
He led her over to a table in the back, far from the stage. "What are you drinking?"
"Um…"
"How about champagne?"
"Sounds good." She thanked him silently. Now that some of the rush of her dance had faded, Vanessa was getting embarrassed.
As if he sensed how she felt, the man introduced himself and sat quietly, watching her but not staring while she got a gulp of champagne and relaxed a bit.
"So, Candy," he said. "Tell me about yourself."
"Well, my name isn't Candy, first of all."
"I figured." He grinned and patted her hand. She noticed his hands, long and elegant. He really was pretty hot. Except he thought she was a stripper. Awkward.
"What else?"
She thought for a moment. Obviously he wasn't looking to date her. But why not go with it? Be sexy Candy for one night.
"What would you like to know?" She leaned forward and licked her lips.
"Anything you'd like to tell me."
Vanessa thought back to her imagined lover from earlier. This handsome stranger was perfect to fulfill that fantasy. "Honestly, Colin, I'm not really in the mood to talk. Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private?"
He arched an eyebrow and eyed her for a moment, wondering if she was for real, or just teasing. From her dancing he could tell she was no stripper. Sexy as hell, yes, but no professional. Whatever she was, he was willing to take a chance.
"There's a room in back for private parties. I think it's empty tonight."
"Perfect," she purred and took his hand. They got up and headed to the room he'd mentioned; careful to make sure no one saw them.
The private room was small but lushly furnished, with a selection of loveseats and ottomans strewn around the dimly lit space. Colin pulled her down next to him, holding her hands in his.
"So, I know you don't want to chat, but will you at least tell me your real name?"
"Vanessa."
"Lovely."
"Thank you." She started to say more, but remembered she was playing a part. This was no first date. It was a fantasy come to life, and she didn't plan to spend it babbling about the regular getting to know someone bullshit.
Instead of speaking Vanessa leaned over and planted a kiss on Colin's cheek. When she pulled back their eyes met. Heat flared and they were on each other instantly, both consumed by the erotic adventure of being with a complete stranger.
Colin's mouth devoured hers, his lips, teeth and tongue sucking, nipping and tasting her. She moaned and her hands ran over his body, across the bunching muscles of his arms, around his wide, strong back. She yanked the hem of his shirt up, needing to feel his bare skin.
He pulled Vanessa into his lap, rubbing her against the erection straining his pants. His hands drove beneath her shirt and bra, shoving them out of the way to give him access to her breasts. The generous mounds were soft and warm under his fingers as he tweaked her nipples to hardness. She rocked her hips, pushing her heated pussy into him, her juices soaking through her panties and shorts.
With a growl, Colin rose and sat her down on the seat. He tugged her shorts down, taking the panties too, and spread her legs wide. "I have to taste you," he said, slipping his face between her thighs.
Vanessa's bare, pink cunt was covered with her cream. He lapped at it and parted her lips with his fingers before diving into her tight hole with his tongue. Rubbing his thumb on the left side of her clit, he reached up to squeeze one of her tits as he pushed deeper inside her.
Her head fell back as waves of pleasure from his tender ministrations filled her body. It was even better than she'd imagined, this stranger's mouth and hands on her, in her. She arched her back as he slid two fingers into her pussy and pumped them a few times before curling them up to press against her G-spot.
A gush of her hot cream covered Colin's fingers and mouth and he sucked it in, savoring the sweet tangy taste of her cunt, and loving the small, hungry sounds coming from her mouth. His thumb traced tiny circles around her clit as the tiny nub swelled.
Vanessa's hip jerked as she came, shaking and gasping. Before she could recover he reversed their positions and had her back in his lap. But this time his pants were open and his cock stood up hard and thick in the low-lit room. He held her hips and teased her entrance with the tip of his rod, but she wasn't in the mood to be teased.
She shoved down, pushing his entire length inside her in one smooth motion. Colin groaned as her walls gripped him, pulling him deeper and deeper. Vanessa planted her feet on the seat on either side of his body and tore open his shirt. She rubbed her heaving tits across the light pelt of hair covering his chest before bracing herself on his wide shoulders. She lifted her ass until just the head of his prick remained inside her, then corkscrewed down again, sheathing him fully.
That maneuver dragged moans from both of them, and she repeated it. Soon the pace sped up and Vanessa was bouncing up and down, slamming his cock in her as her tits shook and her hair flew around them, gold and wild.
Colin felt a familiar tightening at the base of his cock and knew he had to change positions or cum way too soon. He lifted her off his cock and stood up. Handling her small, curvy form like she weighed nothing, he bent Vanessa over the arm of the loveseat and stepped behind her. Taking a moment to palm her beautifully round ass cheeks, he spread her legs farther apart with his knee before stepping in close.
"Oh yeah, fuck me. Fuck me hard, Colin," she pleaded.
He obliged, happily, pushing into her from behind. When his cock hit bottom he sighed as his balls slapped against her body. Grabbing her hips firmly, he thrust into her over and over, faster and faster, loving the way her body trembled beneath him and how her cunt felt wrapped around his dick.
"You feel so damn good. I could fuck you all night."
"Mmmm, yes. Give it to me. Pound my little pussy."
He loved a beautiful girl talking dirty. While giving her the hard fuck she wanted, Colin reached around to pinch her engorged clit.
Vanessa screamed as an orgasm ripped into her. Lightening shot through her from head to toe, sending her to another world, where nothing existed but his cock hammering at her tight hole.
"Oh god, oh god… I'm cumming… cumming!"
He pulled out of her cunt and shot his load over her ass, jets of hot cum covering the quivering globes, as he kept flicking her clit, extending her own release longer and longer until her shouts turned to wails.
Surprised to find he was still hard, Colin plunged back inside, sending Vanessa into another orgasm. She came and her entire body clenched, her pussy squeezing his cock like a wet, velvet vise.
"Excuse me," someone said from the doorway.
They both looked over as he froze, still deep inside her.
The club's manager stood, frowning with his arms crossed, but Vanessa noticed his cock was hardening in his tight jeans.
"You're not allowed to fuck the customers, Candy."
"I'm not Candy and I don't work here, so I can do what I want," she gasp
ed, trying to sound haughty, though it was tough still coming off an endless orgasm with a huge cock still buried in her cunt.
The manager eyed them for a moment and then shrugged. "Whatever. Be out of here in five minutes." He made a gruff sound and then left them alone.
Colin laughed and let his cock slip from her body. He turned Vanessa around and kissed her on the mouth. "That was different."
"This whole night's been a weird one for me."
"Good weird, I hope," he said, sliding his hands down over her tits."
"Very good weird." She wrapped her hand around his half-hard cock. "So, where should we fuck next?"
He groaned. "Anywhere you want."
She kissed him, fingers sliding sensually over his rod. "Let's go then…"
"You better stop that or I'll fuck you against the wall outside."
"Promises, promises," she teased.
They dressed quickly and left the club. He flagged down a taxi and they piled into the back. Her lips were on his as soon as he gave the driver directions. Over the course of the next few hours Vanessa forgot all about her singing engagement and used her voice to scream Colin's name over and over again.
About the Author
Jasmine Dayne lives her life like any sex obsessed woman: in bed (and other places) with a series of live and electric-powered partners, striving to reach the ultimate state of endless orgasm. She’s sampled every sexual delight she can think of and some she never thought physically possible in Earth’s gravity. On the rare occasions that she does stop having sex she sucks down energy drinks by the gallon and takes her dog for walks.
It’s possible that only the last sentence of the previous paragraph is true.
To read more from Jasmine Dayne, visit her website at http://www.jasminedayne.com/.
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