TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE

by R. Richard

  He mumbles some very nice words to me.

  I then get up and make a production of removing my nylons so he'll get a good view of my dripping wet, red pussy. I then autograph the nylons, “For a giant stud who took EVERYTHING, Nocturne!”

  I then put my shoes back on and take the nylons over to the guy, who by now is showing some signs of life on the bed. I help him sit up and drape the nylons over him. He tells me to wait and reaches for his slacks. He extracts a plump wallet and pulls out four $50s for my tip! As reward, I make a production of putting my French bra back on in front of him and then I'm on my way.

  As I get back to the ladies dressing room, there are two amateur ladies there. One amateur is out on the stage dancing. Little blondie turns to me and asks, “How did you like my husband’s big cock?”

  I'm too surprised to even speak.

  She smirks at me and says, “It's all right for him to fuck, as long as it's not in our hometown or one of our neighbours.” She then starts to say something else. However, she stops and turns away.

  I suspect that she was going to make some nasty crack about, “And not a lady who is part of our class.” However, I don’t know that for sure and I decide to keep my mouth closed. I don't need a cat fight with some amateur girl.

  The dancer rotation continues and, after a while, it's my turn to dance again.

  I go back out and the crowd is really up and cheering for me. I don’t know why they would be so excited, as most of them have probably seen me dance before. However, I don't disappoint customers and I give it my best.

  I use the dancing moves I have learned and even try some of the new ones where I'm really pushing the envelope. However, it all works and I'm at my tit jiggling, red pussy spreading best.

  The customers are yelling all kinds of things at me. I'm able to come back with the material I have learned over time and I'm giving back better than I'm getting. However, I'm wondering why the guys are so worked up? I even have customers trying to reach out into the stage and grab at me. This is a no-no and a couple of the bouncers have a word with those who are getting out of hand.

  As I get to the finish of my third song, I realize that my first back room guy must have spread the word.

  As I exit the stage, the Stage Manager gives me the full treatment sign again and I suspect that it's another amateur husband.

  I find myself wondering if it's to be another giant cock? If it is, I'm hoping for a giant tip to match!

  CHAPTER TEN

  The Long Amateur Night!

  THIS TIME THE GUY is already waiting for me in the back room. He has paid for the works. Once again I'll suck him up hard and then fuck his brains out with my nylons on.

  The guy has to be my second amateur husband. He looks much like the first guy. He has an expensive suit and everything else. He's not handsome, not ugly, but exudes the air of confidence of those who can buy anything they want. He's a little shorter than the first guy, but otherwise looks pretty much the same.

  Second rich guy takes a long, close up look at me and then begins to take off his clothes. I again make a production of taking off my French bra while watching as he takes off his under shorts. He has a good sized cock, but not the monster of the first guy. I'm relieved, but not too overcome to forget to give him the pitch about extra pay for big cocks.

  He smiles and tells me that he's big, but not as big as Al. I guess that Al is the previous guy with the giant cock.

  I kick off my shoes and, since he doesn't move to have me take his cock, I get on the bed. He walks over and sticks his cock in my mouth and I start to suck him up. I'm hoping to get him off here and make some money the easy way. However, he's too wise for that and extracts his cock before I can make him come. He then joins me on the bed. He tells me that he wants me to, “Wrap those long nylon legs around me and let me all the way in!”

  I have worked my pussy with my fingers as I walked back to the room, so I'm wet and waiting for his cock.

  He mounts me and I wrap my legs around him. He's deep inside me, but I can handle his cock. He's maybe a little stronger than the first guy, but Nocturne’s internal muscles do their stuff and he gets excited very quickly. I could bring him off, but I'm working for a tip here. I let up a little to give him some time, but he speeds up and dumps his cum in the condom fairly quickly. I do manage to fake a really hard climax. I release him and the guy rolls off me. I give him a little cuddle and tell him what a great stud he was.

  I get off the bed and strip my nylons showing a lot of my bright red pussy and angling for a big tip.

  The guy slyly asks me what I am gonna write on the nylons? Can I beat what I wrote on Al’s nylons?

  The second guy then digs into his wallet and waves serious cash at me.

  It turns out he wants penwomanship, not pussy view. OK, I write, “It was a rape, not a screw! Nocturne.”

  The guy smiles and lays the cash on me.

  I put my shoes back on and start for the ladies dressing room. I don't make it down the back hallway. Instead, Taffy motions me over.

  I go into the little control room and watch amateur blondie with a large, black man. She has his cock in her mouth and is apparently sucking it hard. Suddenly, the black man pulls out and carries her over to the bed. He lays her on the bed and mounts her. He jams his big cock into little blondie and begins to pump.

  Taffy asks me, “Is the big black guy gonna injure her?”

  I tell Taffy, “Actually, her husband has a bigger cock than the black guy.”

  Taffy just shakes his head and says, “I saw the guy’s dick when he was with you, but I didn’t know he was her husband.”

  The black guy is giving little blondie a workout, but she's taking it all and begging for more! The audio isn't too clear, but she appears to be urging him to shove it in harder. The black guy is doing exactly that. He finally comes in her and I can see the cum ooze from around his cock as he pumps the last few strokes into blondie. Apparently, blondie is immune to HIV and other such nasty diseases and doesn't need to have her customers use a condom. It must be nice to be so rich that you don't have to worry about catching fatal diseases. I just shrug and walk away.

  When I get back to the ladies dressing room, the stage manager wants me to dance right away. All three of the amateurs are in the back rooms and there are not enough girls left to dance.

  I'm exhausted, but about this time, good ol’ Desiree scampers out of the restroom in costume and signals the stage manager that she's ready to go on.

  I sit down and try to relax and breathe slowly and deeply, as it promises to be a long night. With the amateurs missing a lot of turns it'll be exhausting for the regular girls.

  After a time a girl I have never seen before comes out of the restroom. She's dressed like a Pussycat Lounge lady, but I don't recognize her. However, since I work at several locations, she just might be a new girl.

  The girl looks at me and says that she's the owner’s daughter. She always wanted to work at The Pussycat Lounge and now she has the chance.

  I can't believe that every hot looking girl in the area apparently wants to show off her tits and pussy for free! Then again, knowing that there's another rich girl dancing cheers me up.

  I get a call from the back and I trot down the back hall. The dressing room guard has been manning the TV booth and he leaves as I arrive. Taffy is giving the old heave ho to some unruly ass hole. One of the amateurs is backed against the wall with her stuff all torn. As Taffy throws the guy out, the amateur comes out into the back corridor and stops by the booth.

  The amateur is trembling and asks if I saw her get raped? She's so damn excited that lube is running down her leg.

  We're short on dancers, so all I tell her is that she needs to get back and dance, we're short of girls out front.

  She leaves and I watch the TV again. Some customer is fucking the brown haired amateur in the ass! Ass fucking definitely isn't one of the things we offer at The Pussy Cat Lounge.

  About this tim
e Taffy comes back to the TV booth. I point out to him the ass fuck in progress.

  Taffy looks and just shrugs. He says, “Amateur lady likes it that way.”

  I tell Taffy, “Well, the rest of us don’t.” I then tell a very reluctant Taffy, “The ass fucking mustn't happen again so that the regular girls aren't asked for it.”

  Since there's really nothing we can do, Taffy and I watch the TV. The guy pumps hard into amateur girl’s ass. To my surprise, she seems to climax every time he rams it into her. Finally she collapses onto the bed and the guy climbs off the bed and walks around and offers his shit covered cock to amateur girl. To my shock and amazement, she sucks it willingly until the guy comes and fills her mouth!

  I send Taffy down to have a word with the guy and the amateur.

  The brown haired amateur staggers down the back hallway. I stop her and ask her if she realizes what she has done? Now the rest of The Pussycat Lounge girls will have to turn down ass fucking for weeks?

  The amateur just grins and says, “Sorry.”

  I see the owner’s daughter meet some customer in one of the back rooms. She is so hot that I can see her leg glisten where the lube is running down. She gets on the bed and he mounts her. She wraps her nylon clad legs around him and they fuck like two monkeys in the jungle. Unfortunately, the female monkey gets into multiple-orgasm and the customer is taking full advantage.

  Taffy comes back and I dispatch him once again.

  The customer finally comes inside the owner’s daughter and Taffy barges in.

  About this time, I see the amateurs leading a parade down the front hall.

  The Stage Manager comes down the back hall at a run. He wants Taffy.

  I ask the Stage Manager, “What the hell is happening?”

  It turns out that the amateurs have sold a half price gang bang with themselves as the girl who will. Damn near every man in the club is waiting in the hallway and even Taffy can't prevent what's happening.

  I tell the Stage Manager to go down the hallway and help Taffy keep order.

  I then run back to the front to see what the hell is going on.

  The place is pretty much empty, except for the three amateur husbands and the Bartender.

  I get to the phone and call for emergency help. The owner is mad as hell until I tell him what's happening. I don't tell him about his daughter.

  About this time, the one amateur husband I haven't fucked comes up to me and offers me the price of the fuck again as a tip. He wants the works.

  I mean, am I just a whore or what? For double money I'm indeed a whore, however, a rich one!

  I take him into the restroom off the ladies dressing room and we do it on the couch the law says they have to have in there.

  The guy strips slowly.

  I wait until he has pulled out an average sized cock and then I give him the slow, sensual removal of my French bra.

  He walks me over to the couch, jumps on and says so very romantically, “Suck it Nocturne!”

  Hell, for the money he's paying, he gets my best effort. I suck on him until he's hard and ready for my pussy. He then tells me to get on the couch. I tell him to put on a condom. He does and I get on the couch and roll over him, since there's no room in front of him. He then has me pinned against the back of the couch, but then he rolls over me and enters me from on top. I get my legs around him and tell him, “Sugar, I'm gonna’ break your back!”

  He's stronger than the other two guys and I'm not only thrusting back against his thrusts, I'm pulling him into me as I thrust back. He's in me up to his balls on every stroke. I'm giving him just the right amount of friction to let him come. However, he's so drunk, he's having trouble getting to climax. For double pay, I give double effort.

  I tell him that he's even deeper in me than Al. I tell him, “Fuck me, rape me, shove it in me Big Boy!”

  With the two of us working on it, he begins to speed up and finally I can feel him come inside me. I give him a fake orgasm with a scream and then groan that I'm gonna’ milk his cock dry!

  He pumps all his cum into the condom and then collapses and pins me under him. Fortunately, the couch isn't very wide and I sort of roll him off and he manages to put his leg down before he rolls onto the floor.

  He isn't too happy about the ending. However, it was a good fuck and he does come up with the promised tip!

  I get him dressed, find out his name and walk him out to the table in the front where his buddies are waiting. I'm nude except for shoes and a ripped garter belt. I have a just-fucked red pussy and I'm still leaking a little lube. I sign the nylons I carry and then tie them loosely around Frank’s neck. The legend says, “Frank’s rape slave, Nocturne!” I then French kiss Frank and start to walk back to the ladies dressing room.

  The owner is over with the Bartender and the owner is madder than hell. He wants to know what in the hell is going on here?

  I smirk at him and tell him, “Someone decided to use three amateurs on the same night. The bitches are in the back rooms gang banging the customers. Things are so far out of control that even Taffy and the Stage Manager can do nothing except direct traffic.”

  As we talk, a customer staggers out of the front hallway, takes one look at the owner and then staggers out the front door.

  There's a TV setup behind the bar. I go back there and open the doors hiding the screens. There are still about four or five guys waiting for each of four girls. The amateurs each have a guy fucking them. Taffy and the Stage Manager are just hustling another guy out. The owner is watching over my shoulder.

  He wants to know who the girls are. I point out the three amateurs to him. I tell him, “I don’t know their names.” I realize that the fourth girl is the owner’s daughter. However, I don't want to be the one to tell him.

  Of course, the owner asks me, “Who is the fourth girl?”

  I tell him, “I don’t know, maybe it's Desiree.” Not only does the girl not look like Desiree, Desiree then walks out of the back somewhere and she's mad as hell. She starts in on the owner about the ass fucking.

  I go back into the ladies dressing room and then down the back hall to the video monitor room.

  By now the lines are down to two guys for each girl. Since each girl must have fucked perhaps 10 guys, they girls aren't too active and the guys are just mounting them and getting their rocks off.

  I don't want to be there when the owner finds out his daughter is pulling train.

  I walk back to the ladies dressing room and take a shower. I take my own damn sweet time about it and then walk back into the ladies dressing room, wearing just my stiletto heels.

  The owner has his daughter by the throat and I'm afraid he'll kill her. I manage to get him to let go of his daughter by threatening to hit him with a club. I don’t have a club, but he doesn’t know that until after he lets go.

  The owner’s daughter then snarls at him that she didn’t do anything more than Nocturne and he can just yell at Nocturne. With that, the daughter turns and stalks off into the restroom.

  The owner more or less dissolves. He plops down in a chair and keeps saying, “My own daughter.” He says it several times, over and over.

  I finally ask him, “How many times do you think your daughter’s girlfriends have fucked some guy in the back seat of a car or in a cheap motel and that for free?”

  The owner just slowly shakes his head.

  His daughter then comes out of the shower, wearing just her stiletto heels.

  I go back into the ladies dressing room, grab my street clothes out of my locker and go back out into the front.

  Only Taffy, the Stage Manager and the Bartender are there.

  I tell them I'm going down to the far end of the bar and dress. If any one of them comes down there while I'm dressing, they get a bottle upside the head.

  I walk down to the far end of the bar and start putting on my clothes. Just for the hell of it, I leave my panty hose and skirt for last. As I pull on my panty hose, I can see the three men w
atching me like slaves. I ignore them, step into my skirt and get it buttoned and zipped. I'm now fully dressed.

  As I walk down the bar, I can hear the owner and his daughter yelling at one another from somewhere.

  I strut past the guys at the bar and ask them why they're not getting the place cleaned up? After all, they couldn’t come up with the price of Nocturne’s pussy between them.