by R. Richard
My idea is crooked, underhanded, immoral and dishonest. Of course, Lanny buys it right away!
The night of the party, I'm wearing a little peekaboo lace dress with just enough floral appliqués that my nipples and my pussy lips can't quite be seen. What can be seen is that all I'm wearing under the dress is a French bra, a garter belt, really fancy silk hose and sky high heels. Well, a man can also see that there's a lot of very high quality Nocturne under the dress! Trust me here, a lot of men will arrive at conclusion of the high quality Nocturne under the dress after a great deal of careful, studied observation!
I have hired a bartender from The Pussy Cat Lounge to handle the actual serving of the drinks and hors d’ouvres. The guy is good and will keep the party well supplied and running smoothly from that standpoint.
I have Desiree handling the rest of the girls. Desiree is not only an experienced hand; she also is one of the girls. So she knows what has to be done and just how far is too far. Good ol’ Desiree will keep the girl end of the party running smoothly. If you want it done right, use a professional.
I have hired several girls for the men at the party. Most of the girls are dancers at The Pussycat Lounge, but there are also girls from a few other places. The girls are all really hot babes. However, Nocturne is hobnobbing with Lanny, thus Nocturne is the hottest babe at a party stocked with hot babes.
The party starts and, after a little careful buildup, Lanny and I get into a fight. I slap him and start to stalk out, moving in the general direction of Rick, the other CEO. However, there's no way the hottest babe at the party is just going to walk out. Thus, John Q. Asskisser intercepts me and delivers me to Rick, his employer.
I'm obviously so mad that I don’t care much about anything. Well anything except getting back at Lanny, of course.
Rick starts to chat me up a bit. I move into Rick and tell him, “What I like is a real gentleman like you, not a clod like Lanny.”
Rick is drunk, but not so drunk that he doesn't ‘accidentally’ brush his hand over certain key areas of my body as we talk.
I move into Rick and tell him, “You're getting awfully familiar, but keep on doing it and just make damn sure that Lanny sees what's happening now that Nocturne has found another man.”
Rick can't believe his luck. He has the hottest babe in the room and she wants revenge on Lanny so bad that Rick is about to get lucky.
Rick gets turned on. He starts trying to use some corny line on little Nocturne and then he wants to take her up to his room. Little Nocturne is not having any of that. She wants Rick to take her up to her room instead, “Big Boy!” A guy in Rick’s position isn't about to argue over ‘your place or mine.’
As we go up to my room, I keep harping on the subject of revenge. I tell Rick, “I hope that you're screwing Lanny over good with this merger thing, what ever a merger is.
We get up to my room and I just can’t wait to show Rick what I'm gonna’ give to him instead of giving it to rotten Lanny.
I unsnap the fastener behind my neck and under my hair. I let the top of the dress droop down so that I can show Rick that I'm truly wearing a French bra that doesn't cover my erect nipples.
I do a few semi-dance steps, mostly in place, so that Rick can see my firm young breasts jiggle.
Rick sees my display and he's very turned on. Now, if he can just manoeuvre me over to the bed!
While ol’ Rick is worrying about getting pussy, I ask Rick, “Are you gonna really give Lanny what Lanny deserves in this merger thing?”
Rick grins like the scheming low life he truly is. He tells me, “You'll see the real truth about the merger in the papers in a few days.”
With that little bit of revenge encouragement, I drop the dress the rest of the way and dance a little for Rick in just my Pussycat Lounge stuff.
Rick gets excited by the dance and by nude Nocturne. He starts to get undressed.
I dance, but I keep just a little away from Rick. I tell him, “I like you and I hope you're really gonna’ stick it to Lanny with this merger thing.” I manage to give the impression that revenge will get Rick better pussy.
Now, if Rick were dealing with a man, he might suspect something. However, Rick wants to stick it to me so bad that his brain shuts down and his glands take over.
Rick tells me, “Don't you worry Nocturne, I'm gonna really and truly stick it to Lanny.”
With that, I do the sexy removal of my French bra that I have perfected back at The Pussycat Lounge. I actually have to cut it back a little, as I don't want Rick to come before we get in bed.
I then sit on a chair and slowly remove my nylons, making sure that Rick gets a lot of looks at my pussy.
I then get up and walk over to a naked Rick. Well, actually, he's wearing a condom. I kick off my shoes and tell him, “I'm gonna’ leave my garter belt on and do you mind?”
Rick grabs me and throws me on the bed. (I'm taking that as a signal that he doesn't mind.) He then leaps on me and starts to rape poor little Nocturne!
Rick is surprisingly strong for a man his age and also has a good sized cock. I have prelubed myself and can handle his rather rough thrustings. I use all of the tricks I have learned since I started at The Pussycat Lounge. I get him worked up to near coming and then I make him ease off just a bit. He uses himself up and I finally bring him off with my Nocturne internal muscles.
Rick grunts as he shoots each spurt of cum into his condom and I milk him for every last drop and plead for more. When he's finished, he rolls off me.
I cuddle to an exhausted Rick and moan and sigh and then tell him what a stud he is.
Rick hasn’t had this kind of fuck for a long time. He's in a very good mood. He tells me, “Nocturne, you're fantastic!”
I reach down and fondle his limp cock.
He tells me, “It'll be a while before the next round.”
I ask, “Well, what do you wants to do in the meantime?”
He tells me, “I just want to be here with you. However, later I'll have to go down and sign the final merger papers with Lanny.
I ask him, “Why later?”
He tells me, “I'm gonna’ screw over Lanny really bad, but I don’t want Lanny to suspect anything. So I'll wait until the very last moment.”
I ask, “OK, what would Lanny suspect?”
Rick laughs and tells me, “The technology that Lanny thinks he's acquiring in the merger doesn’t work. Ol' Rick has set up a test that works, but it's the only thing that works. After the trade show next week, the experts will find out it doesn’t work. However, by then it'll be too late for Lanny.”
I tell Rick, “You should go downstairs right now and sign the paperwork. Lanny won't suspect a thing because he'll figure that you just want to get back upstairs and fuck little Nocturne again.”
Rick thinks this over and tells me, “Yeah, that should work. I'll call Lanny and set up a meeting.” Rick does call Lanny. I insist on talking to Lanny and ‘force’ Lanny to give Rick some of the throwaway items we discussed earlier. Rick is impressed and clearly figures that I'm on his side and looking to screw over Lanny any way I can.
We get up and get cleaned up. I put on the same dress I wore earlier, except that this version of the dress doesn't have the appliqués. My nipples and my red, just fucked red pussy are on display.
Rick can't believe the way I'm dressed and asks if my dress isn't just a little too much. I tell him that I want Lanny to see what he missed by being such a clod. Very few men argue with a nude lady. We go down the executive tower elevator. It's damn near a private elevator and we don't encounter anyone.
Lanny and a couple of his top executives are waiting. The boys do a double take when I walk in the room.
Rick signs the final merger papers. I don’t think anyone except he and Lanny actually sees the signing.
Everyone else is looking at me and wishing they were in Rick’s shoes. (Actually, shoes may not be exactly the correct term here.)
With the signing over with, Rick giv
es everyone a hearty, “Screw you!” Then Rick and I leave. Nobody actually sees Rick leave.
We go back up to my room.
I get Rick to order some champagne while I take my make up kit and go into the bathroom.
What I take into the bathroom isn't my normal make up kit. This one includes a thin laptop computer. I place some orders to buy something called ‘puts’ in Lanny’s company. Puts go up, way up, when a company’s stock goes down. I also send an e-mail to my stock nerd telling him that Lanny’s company stock will go down according to some technical mumbo-jumbo. The e-mail is to justify my buying the puts in case someone decides that I might be doing insider trading.
I then go back to my bedroom to find Rick sipping some champagne. I take a few sips and then Rick and I get down to business.
I make sure that Rick has a good view of nude Nocturne. Then I suck Rick up hard once again. I encourage Rick to mount me, which he does.
I then use all the tricks of the trade to give Rick a good ride, but instead of bringing Rick off early, to spare me, I work Rick as long as I can.
Rick gets in deep and strokes hard. However, I don't let him go so fast as to let him come right away. I use just enough internal muscle to keep him on the edge, but not enough to let him come. It's a delicate balance, but it's an area in which I'm an expert with a lot of experience.
Rick works long and hard. He tries three times to work up to where he can come. I finally let him make it on the third try, as I can feel him tiring badly. He pumps his cum into his condom and, once again, I help milk him dry.
By the time Rick rolls off me, he's exhausted and the combination of two dynamite fucks and too much booze insure that Rick will sleep until morning.
I slip out of bed and get cleaned up. I then put on a dress I can wear out in public. I call for a cab for down the street from the hotel.
I sneak down the executive tower elevator, encountering no one. I get out the back door and down the street just in time to catch my cab. I ride the cab and make it to The Pussycat Lounge in time to dance one turn before closing.
It takes a week, but the guys at the trade show manage to find the holes in the technology that Rick sold to Lanny. The price of Lanny’s stock goes way down. The puts I bought at $1.15 are now worth something over $37.
Little Nocturne is now a millionaire! That's, of course, before taxes. Since I, in effect, screwed Rick for a tip of well over a million dollars, I can't really describe myself as a whore. The word courtesan seems a great deal more appropriate here.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Have Pussy, Will Travel
AFTER THE MERGER PARTY, I have lots of money. Hell, if I can get myself straight with the IRS, I may even retire.
Then, I read some news in my old hometown news paper. My father has been sentenced to 20 years in prison. The charges against him are kind of nebulous, but there's some mention of conspiracy and drug trafficking. I'm stunned. I just can't believe that my father was involved in drug trafficking. However, I don't see anything that I can do to help my father without getting myself in big trouble.
A couple of nights later one of the waitresses brings me a business card. It's from some nothing company I have never heard of. However, my father’s full name is written on the back. After my last dance, I get dressed and go out front to talk to whoever sent me the card.
The guy who sent me the card isn't your typical Pussycat Lounge customer. He doesn't tell me how hot I was and how excited he is. Instead, he tells me that my father is in big trouble. My father is in jail and the drug traffickers will get him if they release him into the general prison population. The government needs my help. If I help the government, they'll help my father.
I'm not going to talk to the guy in The Pussycat Lounge. I do arrange to meet the guy at the public library the next day. The library is the perfect place to meet someone. No one thinks it's strange if you whisper in the library and the guy can't get nasty with me at the library.
The next day, I go to the library and the guy is there, waiting for me. We find a two person table in a back corner and sit down. I ask him, “Exactly what is it that you want from me?”
He tells me a story that's just crazy enough that it might even be true.
It seems that my father was buying pre-Columbian antiquities from a man named Hernandez down in Mexico. My father would buy the stuff, despite the fact that buying or selling pre-Columbian antiquities is illegal in both the United States and Mexico. My father would then smuggle the stuff into the United States and sell the stuff to collectors for big bucks.
Hernandez then wanted to force my father to smuggle drugs into the United States by the same scheme that he used to smuggle in the pre-Columbian antiquities. My father refused and Hernandez brought the weight of the world down on him.
Hernandez is a really nasty piece of work. He not only deals pre-Columbian antiquities, but also traffics in drugs, murder, illegal arms and prostitution. The United States government wants Hernandez and wants him badly. If I'll cooperate, they'll see that my father’s sentence is reduced to time served and my own problems with the IRS will be no more.
I tell the guy, “Look, I'm a stripper (well, it sounds better than nude dancer) and just how do you think I can help the United States government catch a really big time criminal?”
The guy tells me, “Hernandez is having problems with his drug suppliers. He intends to throw a really big party at his castle in Mexico to soothe his suppliers. He'll have food, booze and dancing girls so that everyone will have a really good time.”
I tell the guy, “If Hernandez deals in prostitutes, he already has all the girls he needs for his party.”
The guy tells me, “Hernandez doesn't have the kind of girls that his oriental suppliers want. Hernandez wants blonde ladies who'll dance nude and also amuse his oriental suppliers. If his oriental suppliers like the girls, they'll work out their 'hard feelings' on the girls and not on Hernandez.”
I tell the guy, “You shouldn't quit your day job any time soon and try to make it as a stand up comedian.” I also tell him, “Oh yeah, believe it or not, there are real blonde ladies in Mexico and Senor Hernandez can get what he wants locally.”
The guy beats around the bush for a while until I tell him, “You're wasting my time and I'm leaving.”
He then reluctantly tells me the whole story.
Hernandez doesn't just let people in and out of his castle. If you're a drug supplier or a pre-Columbian antiquities supplier or an arms supplier, you can get in and out. If you're a dancing girl, you can get in his castle, but not back out.
I tell the guy, “I'm not interested in a one way trip to Mexico.” I also tell him, “Actually, I don’t know any girls who would be interested in a one way trip to Mexico.” I pause and then tell him, “Strippers are just funny that way.”
The guy then tells me, “Look, we'll get you and the rest of the girls out.”
I tell him, “I don't believe you and no sane girl would believe you.”
He then tells me, “You'll go in with two United States government ladies and they'll get both you and them out.”
I tell him, “I still don't believe you. For one thing, government ladies don't screw criminal suspects.”
He then, in desperation, offers to let me talk to the government ladies.
I finally agree to meet with the two government ladies. They're the two hardest bitches I have ever met. They do, however, have the looks to at least fake it as nude dancers. I ask, “Why do you want to dance nude, fuck any number of men and risk death for the crummy amount the government pays you?”
It turns out that Hernandez killed the brother of one of the ladies. The other lady lost her partner and was damn near killed herself trying to arrest people involved in a Hernandez drug deal.
We talk about the matter of Hernandez and his castle for a long while. I find out some things that are seemingly of no use to the ladies or the government, but will enable us to get out of Hernandez’ castle
alive.
I explain to the ladies that I'm a professional in the area in which we'll have to operate. I lay out what must be done if we're to get out alive. What must be done includes the ladies learning to dance nude and fuck before we go to Mexico. To my surprise, the ladies agree.
I take the two ladies down to The Pussycat Lounge. Andre fucks the lady we decide to call Temptress. Taffy fucks the other lady, the one that we have given the name Supergirl. Both ladies pass the fuck test and I get then into dancing practice right away. By right away, I mean they don't even dress after their fuck test. I point out to them, “Actually, female privacy is a little scarce around The Pussycat Lounge.”
