by R. Richard
I don't push matters right away and I begin to suspect that T. William has a bad case of limp cock. I need to wait for my chance and then do what I have to.
T, William, apparently to cover his embarrassment, asks me what it is that I do.
I see my one chance and I take it. I begin to dance a few steps in front of T. William and then I take off my dress. He is greeted with the sight of my shaved pussy, framed with a garter belt and lace top nylons. I have the man’s full attention.
I begin to dance in my usual Pussycat Lounge costume, minus the French bra. I don't waste a lot of time with fancy dance steps. I show T. William the inside of my pussy and move in on limp cock.
T. William is now scared because I'll find out about his problem. To fend me off, he grabs my tits.
I moan and tell him he's found the secret link to my pussy! He can feel down there for himself.
With one hand on my tit and one hand on my pussy, T. William is defenceless. I move a little closer and throw my arms around his neck and give him a hot tongue kiss. I make damn sure that my body is pressed hot to T. William so that he can feel all of the girl equipment.
T. William is not used to being attacked by a woman, but he finds that he likes it!
I feel the front of his slacks and he has at least a partial erection. I tell T. William that I need help in getting my nylons off and he can just be a good boy and help me.
T. William, CEO or not, is on his knees sliding my fancy nylons down my legs. He finds out that, even if his cock is not quite ready right now, his tongue is.
T. William, the CEO, is tonguing my pussy in fairly amateurish fashion, but with great enthusiasm. I notice that he's unzipped and working his cock with his hand. He seems to be at least semi-erect and we need to use that erection.
I fake an orgasm. I then kick off my shoes and the nylons puddled around my ankles. I get him up and then lead T. William over to the bed and we strip him.
He still has only a semi-erection and I need to do something to get him up. If the CEO uses his tongue on my pussy, can I do less for his cock? I push him back on the bed and begin to suck on his not quite ready cock. T. William lies back and just enjoys the lip service I'm giving him. In a few minutes, he has a raging erection and I join him on the bed.
I pull him onto me and he mounts me with his hard cock sliding into my still wet pussy.
I tell him, “I can feel you deep inside me. I want your to conquer me. I want oooHHHH! I wan’ ooohhhHHH! Fuck me hard! Fuh’ me har!”
By now T. William is nearly as excited as I'm pretending to be. His limp cock isn't a problem, at least for the moment. He's pumping a nice, hard cock in and out of me and I'm using my internal muscles to provide just the right friction to drive the man wild!
T. William fucks me hard and way too fast. In much too short a time, I can feel him getting ready to climax. I'm nowhere near ready, but I join him with a good fake climax.
He pumps cum into me over at least a dozen strokes and he's still coming! My pussy is already full to overflowing and he's still coming.
By now, the man is tired. He obviously has not been getting too much fucking with his limp cock problem. Thus, he has an endurance problem. He finally quits coming and rolls off me.
I cuddle to him and tell him what a stud he is. I whisper to him I have never had a man fill me with cum the way he did. What I don't tell him is that it's a classic symptom of a man who hasn't come for a long time. What the customer doesn’t know won't hurt my tip at all!
As soon as he's rested a little, I get up and take my time getting myself cleaned up. I give the man time to recover while I make sure everything is just so. I then get T. William up and he gets cleaned up. I get prepared to go back downstairs with the big man.
When I say I get prepared, I mean I'm already prepared, I just put my plan into action. I'm wearing the same dress, the same garter belt and the same shoes as when I went up to the room with T. William. I'm also again wearing lace top nylons. However, the nylons aren't quite the same pattern or shade as before our trip to T. William’s room.
When we get down to the ballroom where the party is still going on, T. William struts through the party with his lady on his arm. I stay so damn close to him that it must be pretty clear what we have been doing. Then, a few of the boys notice the change in nylons. The word spreads through the room like wildfire. T. William took his pretty girl up to his room and restored a little order. It appears that the rumours that T. William is having a limp cock problem are somewhat exaggerated. (When you hire a real professional to solve your problem, it may cost you some money, but your problem does get solved!)
T. William treats me like the pampered pleasure slave girl he has just taken up to his room and fucked and is gonna’ fuck again after he makes sure the party is going well for the rest of his troops.
I continue to cling to him like a ravaged little Princess and ohh and ahh like a just fucked 18-year-old. The act sells and the room wonders just exactly how hot Nocturne is if she can get T. William up despite the rumoured limp cock problem? T. William is strutting around the room like a rooster and it's obvious that he just got himself some pussy!
With the room taken care of, T. William and I strut out of the ballroom and head back to the elevators. We take the elevator back up to his room. I can see that he looks tired. I suspect that the high from our first fuck has drained more energy than he realized. When we get to the room, I go into the bathroom to strip this time. By the time I get back a half asleep T. William is in bed. He tells me he's left a little something in my purse. He then tries to romance me, but he's so tired he falls asleep before anything really happens.
I rest for a little while, until I'm sure that T. William is sound asleep. I then very carefully slip out of bed and quietly get dressed in the bathroom. I discover the 'little something' he left in my purse is $1,000! This is in addition to the fee he already paid for Nocturne, the party girl.
I very quietly call for a cab to come to the back entrance to the hotel and pick me up.
As I ride the back elevator down to the cab I called, I think that the best part of the evening isn't the money, but the reputation that Nocturne has as the hottest pussy in town! I have not only survived my first private party, I have prospered!
The word will spread and I'll be in demand for more highly profitable private parties in the future. Since I was T. William’s lady, I'll have the inside track to the CEO of the company that throws the next private party.
As I ride the cab home, I realize that I made big money for just the one fuck!
CHAPTER NINE
Amateur Night!
I HAVE NOW HAD a highly successful first night as a party girl. In fact, I'm so successful that I get a special recommendation from T. William, the CEO of the company that threw the party. Just as I had hoped, with the recommendation the Nocturne pussy will be in for some more profitable private party work in the near future!
With my brief moment of glory over for the time being, I return to my regular work at The Pussycat Lounge.
The Pussycat Lounge is a top of the line nude dancer/strip bar place. They get the best girls because The Pussycat Lounge girls get the best tips. There are girls all over the towns located where there's one of The Pussycat Lounges who would quit their current job in an instant and move over to The Pussycat Lounge if they could. In fact, The Pussycat Lounge also gets the very best of the new girls because of the financial opportunities.
Many of the other nude dancer/strip bar places have what are called 'amateur nights.' Mostly the 'amateurs' are girls with no real experience trying to get a job by working for free or cheap. The amateurs hope to do well and that they'll then be invited to stay and work for pay. The Pussycat Lounge doesn't have amateur nights as such.
However, sometimes The Pussycat Lounge will use amateurs. Now, the Pussycat Lounge amateurs are not the wannabes who dance at the other clubs. Some times a lady with a winning face and figure will come in and want to dance. T
he ladies who make it past the Manager are mostly trophy wives who want to show it all in public. The amateurs who make it are definitely not locals and they're not in it for the money. They want a place, far away from home, where they can fulfill some of their sexual fantasies and possibly some of their husband’s sexual fantasies.
Of course, some of the amateur ladies turn around and walk out when they find that they will have to fuck the customers as part of the experience. However, most of them are eager and willing to do the whole job.
You might wonder what will happen if a trophy wife’s husband finds out about her nude dancing and customer fucking? Well, in most cases, the husband comes in to The Pussycat Lounge with his wife. He's not worried about his wife dancing nude, or even about her fucking customers. In most cases he wants to be in the audience watching her dance and work out her sexual fantasies. He has his own sexual fantasies.
Now, I have a choice. I can dance nude and fuck customers or starve. The amateurs come in, dance nude, fuck customers and get very short pay or no pay. In most cases they won't take any money at all, because then they would be a whore. Go figure!
The Pussycat Lounge has a motto for dancers. The motto isn't written down anywhere in the place, but it's known to all the employees and rigidly enforced because of the law. The motto is, 'Be 18 or be gone!' If an amateur passes the age test, the face test and the figure test, she advances to the dance test.
The dance test is conducted with the style and grace that mark all of the management to girl relationships at The Pussycat Lounge. The Manager tells the amateur something like, “Take it all off and get up on the stage and shake it.” Apparently the word is out on the grapevine, because the usual vixen doesn’t ask a stupid question like, “Where is the ladies dressing room?” Instead she takes off her coat (cold weather) or wraparound dress (warmer weather) and gets up on the stage and shakes it as ordered.
The amateurs have also apparently got the word about The Pussycat Lounge undress code. They mostly wear garter belt, opera length nylons and stiletto heels. Some of the better endowed ladies also wear a French bra.
If an amateur lady looks good, can dance well enough and has enough endurance to last through a set, she may well wind up being the featured amateur for a night.
The rest of the girls mostly like to see amateurs because the money the amateurs don't get or won't take is spread among the regular girls.
One night I'm to go back to The Pussycat Lounge at the place where I originally started. I'm not too happy about the assignment, because it's a slow night for the place. A slow night means the same or more work for me and less money for me.
When I get to the place, I'm told that there'll be an amateur girl working for the night. I'm not at all thrilled. The amateur is fresh meat and will probably take some of my business away. For some of the girls, it's a win/win situation. The amateur can be sold for better money than they make and they fuck less and actually benefit. In my case, I get the most money for a fuck at The Pussycat Lounge. Thus, I make less from an amateur fuck than I do if I get the assignment myself. However, if I'm to stay a Pussycat Lounge girl, I dance when and where I'm told and keep my mouth shut.
It turns out there'll be not one amateur, but three this night! I have never even heard of The Pussycat Lounge having three amateurs in one night. Best of all, the ladies aren't whores and don't want any money. That means that Nocturne will split quite a bit of amateur money with the few other regulars. I may not make quite as much as I normally would, but I'll also not have to work as hard. For a slow night, business is looking up!
The three amateurs are in the ladies dressing room when I arrive. They're all beauty queen types. The stuff they're wearing is top of the line and they're obviously not hurting for cash. I can see three trophy wives out for an evening of serious sexual fun.
The amateurs want to know exactly how the routine goes for The Pussycat Lounge girls.
I tell them, “You'll go out on the stage and dance nude. You'll shake it good for the customers, you'll jiggle for the customers and you'll manage to show the inside of your pussy at least once per set. If you get a signal from the Stage Manager or the Bartender, you take a customer into a back room and fuck or suck him. You'll fuck or suck any customer who'll pay your price.” I do tell them that the one out is that they don't have to fuck a customer with a really giant cock, if they think they can't handle it.
The ringleader [as it later turns out] tells me that they already know the rules.
I point out to them that, while they have to fuck or suck any customer who comes up with the price, they're protected by a large, strong brown man called Taffy. Taffy knows what goes on in the rooms because he has closed circuit TV monitors to watch the action. If a customer gets out of hand, Taffy will throw him out. I point out that out of hand means physically. Some of the customers use very nasty language. However, if the language doesn't threaten the girl physically, it's OK.
The ladies don't flinch at the news that not only will they be fucking customers, they'll have an audience. What's more, they don't seem concerned about verbal abuse.
Little blondie then pipes up that she hopes I'm not talking about her regarding the giant penis rule. She informs the room that she can take any size cock and better in black. Then she tells me that, “We girls will fuck anyone who pays our price.” However, she then tells me, “Well, except that the husbands of we amateur girls won't be allowed to 'have sex' with any amateur girl.”
Apparently my confusion shows in my face.
The ring leader then tells me that they have worked out a deal with The Pussycat Lounge management. She's a tallish lady with a pretty face and incredibly clear white skin and dark hair. The next lady has brown hair and also an incredibly pretty face. The last lady is a very petite blonde with a loud mouth and, apparently a very big pussy.
It appears to me that some whores get into the profession because of financial desperation or threats by their husband/boyfriend. Others seem to be born for the task.
Nocturne is scheduled as the first dancer of the night. The Stage Manager tells me that the plan is, if the customers see me first, they won't mind so bad if one of the amateurs fucks up.
I can see problems with the amateurs and their husbands here to stir things up. However, I can only do the best I can and hope to get fucked early and often, before any trouble. I get warmed up when the Stage Manager signals me. When the show starts, I dance out onto the stage and give it my best for a fairly small crowd. I shake my ass and my tits. I show them my pussy and the crowd gets into the spirit. I get the usual nasty catcalls and one red neck even tells me that, “I shore would lahk ta eat that fulla’ ahce cream!” Normally I give back as good as I get, however this time I barely manage to keep dancing without bursting into laughter.
As I finish my set, the Stage Manager gives me the high sign for a back room fuck. As I walk past him he whispers, “Amateur husband.”
I beat the customer to the back room. He has paid for the works. I'll suck him up hard and then fuck his brains out with my nylons on. I try to figure why a husband would let his wife dance nude and fuck other guys for free while he pays top dollar to fuck a working girl. I don't come up with an answer.
I only wait a short time and the guy walks in. The guy is wearing what has to be a very expensive bespoke suit, a custom-made shirt and alligator shoes that must cost a bundle. He's maybe an inch over six feet in height, rather slim and has an average face. He may be crazy, but he's rich. I determine to try to transfer some cash from the rich customer to poor Nocturne. I don’t dance at The Pussycat Lounge just to show off my tits and pussy in public. I’m actually in it for the money.
Average rich guy does not pause, but immediately begins to take off his clothes. As he strips, I make a production of taking off my French bra, jiggling my tits just so for the rich customer. I watch the guy and then damn near fall on my face on the floor in surprise! The guy pulls a lethal weapon cock out of his silk boxers.
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p; I recover enough to give him the pitch about extra pay for big cocks.
All rich guy does is sit on the bed and hold out mighty meat. I push him back on the bed, kick off my shoes and get on the bed. I grab his cock and try to fit the enormous thing in my mouth. I make it, but it's a close thing. I suck on that big tool until he tries to tell me something and I make out that he wants the harpoon out of my mouth and into my pussy. I spit out his cock and slip a condom on it.
I lie back on the bed and wait. He plunges his big thing into me. Fortunately, I have been working on myself with my fingers and I'm wet inside. I relax my internal muscles and let what feels like a Greyhound bus slip inside me.
Fortunately, rich boy isn't all that strong. So, I'm able to take the big cock without too much pain, as it's slid into my pussy rather than jammed into it. As I get accustomed to the sheer size, the Nocturne pussy gets into action and I'm able to clamp down a little on the huge thing inside me. I'm so damn excited that I think I'm gonna get into multiple orgasm and be worthless for the rest of the night. However, as I orgasm, I'm so loud and demanding that rich boy comes in his condom, drawn along by my orgasm. Then, as he collapses on top of me, I manage to deflect him just enough so that I'm not pinned to the bed. I then cuddle to him a little and tell him what a stud he is and how he made me climax really hard with his big thing.
