TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE

by R. Richard

  I'm leaning back here, so I don't get trampled when Miss Hollywood runs screaming for the door.

  Miss Hollywood calmly tells me that she talked all that over with the owner. She has the gear she needs. She can dance a little. What she needs is to talk to me about what it's really like to be a nude dancer.

  I start off by telling her about the ladies dressing room with men occasionally wandering through. I tell her about the video setup in the back rooms. I tell her about guys trying to grab her when she dances. I again lean back and watch.

  The lady laughs and tells me that obviously I have never worked in Hollywood.

  OK, I tell her, “I'll teach you about what being a nude dancer is all about.” I also tell her, “I'll be a bit raw.”

  She says only, “Then we should get started.”

  I take off my clothes and show her the basic kind of thing we do at The Pussycat Lounge. I make it plain that the customers want to see a lot of tits and pussy.

  She watches me and asks a few intelligent questions.

  I answer and demonstrate. After a time I tell her, “Now we need to see what you have learned.”

  Miss Hollywood, the famous movie star, gets up and takes it all off! She starts to dance for me, in order to review what she has learned up to this point.

  I gape at her and ask her, “How do you do that?”

  She laughs and says, “You must mean the projection thing!” She says, “In order to be an actress, a girl needs to know how to project herself. It's smiling, it's eye contact, it's being totally at ease and a lot more.”

  We spend the rest of the morning teaching each other. I teach the lady how to be a nude dancer, she teaches me a little about being an actress. She'll learn what she needs about nude dancing for her movie role. I'll use things like projection to get more tips. It's your basic win/win situation.

  Over lunch I explain more of the details of an operation like The Pussycat Lounge. Mostly it's detail stuff like the difference between a waitress and a dancer, the difference between a nude dancer and a stripper, the financial structure for the nude dancers and so on. I'm surprised that Miss Hollywood not only appears to be interested, but she continues to ask questions that indicate that she's really learning.

  We practice dancing a little more after lunch. Miss Hollywood has the basics down. We decide that she should avoid some of the fancier moves like high kicks and so on, because she doesn't have the experience and she doesn't want to fall while she's on stage and maybe injure herself seriously.

  She then tells me, “I need to understand exactly how the action goes in the back rooms.”

  I think she wants me to tell her.

  She actually wants me to show her. She has a strap-on dildo.

  I go put on the French bra, garter belt and lace top nylons. I already have the stiletto heels on. When I get back into my living room, Miss Hollywood is nude with a big strap-on dildo sticking out.

  We have agreed to go through a full nylon fuck. I explain to her about working myself with my fingers as I walk back to the room. I show her how I take off my French bra for the customer. I then get on the inflatable bed I have placed on the floor.

  Miss Hollywood mounts me. She enters me with the strap-on and I wrap my nylon clad legs around her. She's not as strong as a man, but she can shove the strap-on into my wet pussy up to the fake balls.

  I give her the same sales pitch I would give a real male customer. I can feel his cock up in my throat! He's so strong, so manly, so good! Fuck your little girl! At the same time, I'm thrusting back against her thrusts and increasing her thrust by pulling her into me with my legs. I'm also moving my pelvis as she thrusts. After a time, I fake an orgasm and then Miss Hollywood dismounts and rolls off me.

  We lie there breathing hard for a bit. After I have recovered a little, I get up and sit in a folding chair. I remove my nylons, making sure that Miss Hollywood gets the same view of my pussy that a customer would get. At the same time I tell Miss Hollywood my spiel about extra pay for a big cock. I then tell her about writing a message on the nylons as another way to earn a big tip. [I do ask her not to discuss the message thing with the other girls, as I have a living to earn.]

  Miss Hollywood asks several intelligent questions. She understands most of the action, but she wants to know about my use of my internal muscles.

  I tell her that my internal muscles are the key to my success. I'm able to bring most customers off when I want to. I also tell her about hand jobs and mouth jobs.

  Miss Hollywood is taking it all in. She then asks me some questions that only a woman would ask. She then tells me that I need to do her now.

  I can't believe that she actually wants me to fuck her with a strap-on.

  The lady tells me, “I'm what the call a method actress. I don't just act a part, I have to live the part and understand the experience in order to play the part.”

  I go and get the strap-on I bought in case I needed to fuck a lady at a private party.

  Miss Hollywood then does the French bra removal while I sit there with a big dildo projecting from me. She then gets on the bed and I mount her.

  Her pussy is nice and wet and I get my strap-on into her up to the hilt. I'm stronger than she is, probably from my dancing, and I work her over good! She doesn't resist and even uses her legs to help me as best she can. She tries to speak, but only moans come out. I use some of the tricks my customers have used on me and I get her into multiple-orgasm. I can actually feel her tense and then release as she climaxes.

  I could work her to exhaustion, but I dismount and let her rest after several hard orgasms.

  We lie there side by side for a while and she finally tells me, “I just can't believe how strong you are.”

  I tell her, “If you danced several nights a week, five hour shifts and fucked maybe two to four guys a shift, you would get strong too.”

  Miss Hollywood then decides that she wants to see me dance for real before she tries in front of an audience.

  The next night, I dance at The Pussycat Lounge while Miss Hollywood watches.

  I dance as usual. I also use some of the projection thing that Miss Hollywood taught me. I show the customers my tits and pussy. However, they're so turned on by my projection that I'm able to take it a little easier with my dancing. When I finish my set, the Stage Manager signals me that I have a fuck in a back room.

  The guy is waiting for me, as usual. I make the usual production about removing my French bra. The guy is still waiting in his under shorts. I make a big production out of removing my nylons, giving the guy lots of views of my pussy and hoping he'll come in his under shorts. No such luck. I kick off my shoes and jump on the bed.

  The guy takes off his under shorts and mounts me. He's a little clumsy, but I get him in me and he gets the ride of his life. I could bring him off at any time, but I want to show Miss Hollywood, via the video monitor, how to do a full customer fuck.

  The guy gets deep in me and pumps away. I move just enough to get him a little excited. I let him get into a good steady rhythm for a while then I clamp down and bring him off. He rolls off me and we lie there for a bit, while I cuddle to him and work for a tip.

  I do the usual show for the customer after I get up. I show him my red pussy as I put my nylons back on and tell him how he made me climax and that doesn’t usually happen.

  The cheap bastard stiffs me on my tip!

  When I get back to the ladies dressing room, Miss Hollywood is there. The other girls have been told only that I'm breaking in an amateur. Miss Hollywood is acting the part of an amateur. To my surprise, the movie star has stripped and is wearing the same ‘uniform’ as the dancers. I have to hand it to her, she seems as totally at ease nude in a dressing room as if she had been doing it for some time.

  I dance several more shifts and get fucked one more time.

  The fuck is pretty much the same as the first one. This time, the customer is a black guy.

  I again make the usual production about
removing my French bra. No luck. I make another big production out of removing my nylons, giving the guy lots of views of my pussy and hoping he'll come. No such luck. The guy has his cock in his hand, but he doesn't look like coming until he gets in my pussy. Despite the legend, he has no more than maybe a little bit better than average size cock. I kick off my shoes and jump on the bed.

  The guy mounts me and he's smooth and not hurried. He gets in me and he knows how to fuck a woman. He works me pretty good and I'm enjoying it a bit too much. I begin to clamp down on him and the effort gets me back away from the edge. He stays in a good rhythm and I let him have enough time. When the time is up, I clamp down and bring him off while I fake a climax. He rolls off me and we lie there for a bit, while I cuddle to him and work for a tip. He seems a bit more responsive than the first guy.

  I do the usual show for the customer after I get up. I show him my red pussy as I put my nylons back on and tell him how he made me climax and that doesn’t usually happen.

  The guy rewards me with a tip!

  I put my shoes on and go back to the dressing room and talk with Miss Hollywood some more. I dance more sets, but don't get fucked again. I do talk Miss Hollywood into dancing my last set for me.

  She goes out and does an OK job. She looks good, does the projection thing and makes sure the customers get their full ration of tits and pussy. She doesn't get a back room date, which is probably just as well.

  Afterward, I critique her performance and tell her that she probably would have got herself fucked with her performance if it hadn't been so late in the night.

  The next night, Miss Hollywood works for real! I have her dance well after me in the rotation, so that I can watch her even if I catch a fuck.

  Miss Hollywood gets fucked after her first set! I'm watching on Taffy’s monitor. She meets a guy in a back room and gives him the full Nocturne treatment. She does a titty show with her French bra and then a pussy show with her nylons. However, she can’t get the guy to come.

  She then jumps onto the bed and the guy joins her. He gets into her pussy and begins to work her. Miss Hollywood doesn't have the internal muscles I do. Thus, she has no choice but to let the guy fuck her as he will. She does move under him and apparently gives him a good ride. She can't really talk to him, as she's too excited herself. She does moan and make a fuss. I suspect that the guy probably thinks it's all fake, despite the fact that he's fucking a lady who probably makes millions per film and could get a fortune for a fuck if they knew who she is.

  He works Miss. Hollywood over pretty good and she does what she can. It ends in a mutual climax that I know is real. He then dismounts. She cuddles to him and makes a bit of a production out of telling him what a stud he was etc. Of course, she's trying to buy a little recovery time here, not really working for a tip.

  They finally get up and she shows him her red pussy as she puts her nylons back on.

  Cheapo does finally leave her a little tip. I mean, you have to wonder if he can spare it.

  Miss. Hollywood comes back into the ladies dressing room after her first back room visit. Most girls would tell me about how quick they got the guy off, how she worked him for a tip. That sort of thing. Miss. Hollywood wants to know if her back room visit was typical. She wants to know how she looked. She wants to know how her handling of the customer was.

  I go over the situation in some detail. Surprisingly, I learn a few things myself. On reviewing Miss. Hollywood's visit, I can see the whole process a bit more clearly.

  After we review Miss. Hollywood's role, we also go over the whole Pussycat Lounge operation. Miss. Hollywood wants to know how the customer arranged for the back room visit. How the money details are handled. Exactly who's involved and how.

  It gets to be my time to dance again and I go out and do that which I do. I get a call from the Stage Manager myself and, when I get back to the room, there's a really young guy waiting for me. This is good and bad. He probably doesn’t have money, but maybe I can get him off quick.

  Quick isn't the word for it. By the time I get my French bra off, he's already coming! I dive in there and get busy with my little hand. The guy comes without my mouth or my pussy and I have earned my money! OK, I earn my money quick and easy. Of course, there's no tip. You win some and you lose some.

  Miss. Hollywood dances a couple of turns and gets another fuck call. This time she gets a guy with a fairly big cock. She again tries to get him off without a fuck or suck, but again to no avail.

  The guy has bought both a suck and a fuck.

  Miss. Hollywood jumps onto the bed and swallows the guy’s big cock as he stands beside the bed. She does a pretty good job as far as I can tell from the video monitor. At some point, the guy extracts his cock from her mouth and joins her on the bed. He gets his big cock into her pussy which is, of course, loosened by the earlier fuck. Miss. Hollywood doesn't seem to be in any trouble and she takes the large cock and what looks like a driving fuck. She does all of the right things. She wiggles a little. She moans a lot and she apparently convinces the guy that it's real.

  Fortunately, the guy finally speeds up and the increased rate gets him off. He pumps his cum and then dismounts.

  Miss. Hollywood is so exhausted by the fuck that she just rolls around on the bed and is apparently not able to get up.

  I follow Taffy down the hall. He politely gets the guy headed out.

  I get Miss. Hollywood up from the bed.

  By then, she's actually beginning to recover a bit. She leans on me and we make it back to the ladies dressing room. There, Miss. Hollywood says she's OK.

  I have to dance my turn again and I get another fuck call.

  My customer is an average guy with an average cock. Hell I'll just get him off quickly and get back to Miss. Hollywood. Yeah, right.

  I can't get the guy off with titty jiggle or pussy view. I kick off my shoes and jump on the bed and he follows. He mounts me and begins to fuck me. Of course, this has to be the guy with a delayed ejaculation problem.

  I rock my pelvis to excite him. I moan and sigh. I urge him to fuck me faster, harder. I even try to clamp him, but he's not strong enough to stroke if I clamp hard enough to do some good. Of course, nothing at all works. The guy continues to fuck and there's nothing I can do about it.

  Finally, the guy comes and then dismounts. I manage to tell him something about what a real man he is and how he totally dominated me.

  He does give me a small tip.

  I put on my shoes and get back to Miss. Hollywood in the ladies dressing room.

  She has showered and she's sitting in the dressing room completely nude except for stiletto heels and she's writing in her notebook. She seems completely at ease, but tired. She tells me that there's no way she can dance another turn.

  We talk and it turns out she has enough background for her purpose. She has some more questions for me and she's too tired to drive all the way to the distant airport she used to hide the fact that she was coming to The Pussy Cat Lounge

  I have to dance several more sets, but we talk in between my dances. I don't get any more fuck calls this night. That’s OK, $1,000 makes up for it!

  Miss. Hollywood rides home with me and she takes my phone number and address. She says she might have some film work for me.

  I don’t believe it, but who knows?

  Just before we go to sleep, she asks me, “How do you do it, night after night?”

  I tell her, “It’s a living. I just do what I have to do to earn my money.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  The Dance Contest

  NOCTURNE AND THE PUSSYCAT Lounge have received a challenge. There's a nude dancer, who calls herself Heat Wave, from another club, who claims that she's the best nude dancer in town. The good old Pussycat Lounge management, with their usual Shakespearean eloquence, has replied that she's full of shit. The Pussy Cat lounge says that Nocturne is the best, not Heat Wave. In fact, Nocturne will beat Heat Wave in a dance contest. The other club and Heat Wav
e accept the challenge.

  I'm honoured, thrilled, excited and scared to death.

  Heat Wave is a professionally trained and very experienced professional dancer. She's a better dancer than I am. I'm gonna’ lose in a fair contest. There's no way I can become a better dancer than Heat Wave in a few days. So, I start to scheme.

  Heat Wave is a trained professional dancer. Because she's a trained professional dancer, she doesn't have to do a lot of what the average nude dancer around town does as a normal part of the job. The only way I'm gonna win the contest is to force Heat Wave to jump through some non-dancing hoops.

  I talk to the owner of The Pussycat Lounge. I tell him about the problem, specifically that Heat Wave is a better dancer than I am. He tells me that he was drunk when he shot off his mouth. He knows I can't beat Heat Wave. Now The Pussycat Lounge will look bad.