TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE

by R. Richard

  I go back to the stage and start to dance. This time there are older men in the audience and only one armed guard. The men don't respond at all and I tell them, “I know you're cheap bastards, are you mute as well?”

  The men laugh and I know that I have sold them on the idea that I'm nothing but a whore who only wants money.

  I dance better this time, but still make damn sure that they get lots of views of my tits and pussy. The older men actually seem to watch my dance as well as my tits and pussy. I end the show by opening my pussy lips wide and telling the audience that, “This is a money hole, not a frijole!”

  The audience breaks up. However, I'm still escorted to the back room for another rape.

  This time, the man awaiting me is an older, fatter guy. He tells me, in English, that he very much enjoyed my dancing.

  He's still a bit limp and I give him a good view of my tits as I take off my French bra. Once I get the French bra off, I jiggle my tits a little bit just to show how good it feels to be free. The guy gets harder.

  I then sit in a chair and remove my nylons, giving the man a very good view of my open pussy. The guy is now up so hard he's supporting his erection in his hand.

  I kick off my shoes and get on a bed. The man joins me and wants a taste of my tit before he fucks me. It's important that I not waste any time and I get my hand on his cock and start to work it a bit. He's afraid of coming before he gets a chance to try my pussy, so he mounts me right away.

  He begins to stroke slowly and I want him off quickly. I try to move and wiggle under him, but he's too heavy. So, I encourage him with moans and dirty talk and then I use my internal muscles. He grunts and shoots his cum over several final strokes. He then, very slowly, rolls off me.

  Since there's no sign of Temptress, I cuddle to him a bit and tell him what a stud he was and that I hope he chooses me again.

  He tells me that I make him young again.

  As Temptress arrives, I get up, put my shoes back on and go into the restroom. I get cleaned up as fast as I can and then go back to the room with the stage.

  Supergirl is dancing and, as it turns out, her second record is just finishing.

  I dance out on the stage with her and whisper, “Back room, this is it!”

  Supergirl leaves and I dance the third song alone. I give them a dancing exhibition and a teasing exhibition. I show them plenty of tits and pussy, but I also cover up from time to time.

  Every eye in the place is on me. That works well when Supergirl and Temptress burst into the room. Supergirl has a rifle and she shoots the armed guard and then every man in the room. Temptress has a pistol and she tosses it to me and then grabs the rifle carried by the guard that Temptress shot.

  We're three hot looking babes, wearing just French bras, garter belts, nylons and stiletto heels. If a male guard spots us, he'll hesitate for a second before he even thinks of shooting. If he hesitates for even a fraction of a second, Supergirl will shoot him dead.

  We run down a hall. I notice that Temptress carries not only a rifle, but also a make up case. The make up case has a built in laptop computer and Temptress obviously has a plan.

  Supergirl encounters three guards, one at a time, and shoots them down, one at a time. There's a fourth guard who has taken shelter behind a large potted plant. Supergirl misses him and I shoot him before he can shoot us.

  I'm surprised a how easily I take a life when it's him or me. I think that it's no big deal. I'm later to be proved wrong.

  We arrive at a plain, locked door. Temptress stands guard while Supergirl uses a jar of 'beauty crème' to blast the door off its hinges and we go in. (A little more thorough inspection might have caught the fake beauty crème. However, the guards assumed that we're just whores and why bother.) The door opens to a computer room and, apparently, it's the room that controls the castle defences.

  Supergirl and I then guard the doorway while Temptress hooks up her computer to the castle defence system.

  I'm about to barf when Supergirl asks what is the matter? I tell her, “I just killed a man and I don’t think I can cope.”

  Supergirl tells me, “Just imagine that he was a customer who just stiffed you on your tip.”

  I begin to laugh uncontrollably. The joke isn't that funny, but all of the fear and tension caused by my shooting the guard comes out in laughter. I'm useless during the laughing, well maybe not totally useless.

  My laughter does stop a couple of guards who wait to see what I'm laughing about. Delay is our friend here.

  Suddenly, Temptress is with us. She says that she's disabled the castle computer system and it's now sending a signal to the SEAL Team guys. She then says that we now have to hold the guards off until help arrives. We just have to hope that the SEAL Team guys are quick.

  I'm not going to be much use defending the door. So, what I do is back into the room and get on an imaginary telephone to the SEAL Teams guys. I tell the imaginary telephone that I understand that they have captured Hernandez’ daughter. I understand that they're sweeping the corridors and killing anything armed.

  To my total surprise, it works! The Mexicans begin to talk to one another. I suppose that some of them speak enough English to translate for the rest. My little ruse won't work for very long. However, the SEAL Teams guys don't need very long.

  Suddenly the corridor outside is full of flying bullets and I run to the door and call for them to, “Knock it off, there are ladies in here!”

  The message tells the SEAL Teams guys, by the female voice, that we're indeed ladies and don't shoot the ladies.

  In short order the SEAL Team guys arrive. They move further down the corridor. Two SEAL Teams guys stay with us ladies until they get some sort of message from the communicators they carry. Then they escort us along corridors until we arrive at a small helicopter landing area. There's a large, unmarked helicopter waiting there. We get in and we're soon joined by five SEALs. The last guy in yells something to the pilot and we're off.

  We're three nude ladies sitting in a helicopter with five horny, armed guys. Supergirl eyes the crew and calmly tells them, “If any one of you bozos even thinks about trying anything, I'll shoot you down like the dog you are.” The SEAL Teams guys are trained to deal with armed and dangerous people, so it works.

  We fly for quite a while and then we land somewhere. The somewhere proves to be a small airport, apparently in the middle of nowhere.

  We get out of the helicopter and walk into a tall building. It's a hanger, but there's some sort of office in one corner. We go into the office.

  There are a half-dozen males, maybe FBI, in the office.

  I walk up to the guy who might be the leader. I ask him sweetly, “Do you think you might be able to get us coats or something to cover us?” I then turn back to Temptress and Supergirl. I sneer, “Don’t worry about being nude in front of there guys. These wimps have no idea what all the female parts are for or how to use them.”

  The wimp I'm talking to and about snaps an order to one of his boys. The guy runs out of the office.

  Temptress, Supergirl and I wander about the office fancy nude. We comment about the need for curtains and some sort of wall decoration. We behave as if the clothed males are the ones who are out of place. Not only does it work, the wimps are looking away so as not to embarrass us.

  After a bit, the lackey returns with blankets.

  Temptress, Supergirl and I put on the blankets. We're standing there thinking that this has to be a fashion mistake when the head man asks if we need anything else?

  I walk up to him and get in his face. I tell him, “Princess Hot Pussy wantum scotch, straight up.”

  I'll be damned! In another few minutes, a lackey comes in with a bottle of quality scotch and three plastic airlines glasses. He pours us each a generous portion. OK, there's no ice for the drinks; however, we nude dancer ladies are used to hardship.

  We three ladies each take a glass and look at each other. I propose a toast. I say, “To pussy power!” W
e click the glasses and take a sip.

  I have to hope that the Scotch will continue to hold me up when the adrenaline runs out.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  A Wimp There Was

  AFTER THE SCARIEST TIME of my life, I get out of Mexico alive and well.

  The government promised to free my father in return for my help down in Mexico. However, he's now a witness in a government case against Mr. Hernandez who's a big time international bad guy. My father isn't going to be free anytime soon. However, they have told me that my father will receive a lot better treatment while he waits to be a witness. I guess half a loaf is better then none. In any case, it'll have to be, there's nothing I can do.

  I was also promised that my tax trouble will be resolved in my favour. Yeah right, maybe someday.

  Thus, I'm back to work at The Pussycat Lounge. It's business as usual, except that I get a call one day from a lady who once danced at The Pussycat Lounge. She knows a rich wimp who needs training.

  I tell her that I wouldn't involve myself in that kind of trouble even if he paid me ... I ask her to repeat the figure again. After a brief reconsideration, I take the job.

  Ronald arrives at my place exactly on time. I mean, exactly on time and probably to the second.

  We sit down and talk. He won't meet my eyes.

  I tell Ronald, “First lesson, when we talk you'll look into my eyes unless you're looking up and down my body.”

  We talk for a bit. I learn that Ronald comes from a very wealthy family. Unfortunately, his parents died when he was very young. He was then raised by a maiden aunt. He has no idea of how a man reacts in even normal situations and less idea of how to deal with a woman.

  We get up from our chairs and I have him come and put his arm around my waist. It's as if he thinks he might break me with his touch. I have him pull me to him and we walk over to the couch. I have him release me and we sit down together.

  I have him kiss me. That alone requires a half dozen tries before he gets it right.

  We then proceed to having him feel me up. At first, I think my tits are being attacked by a butterfly. I takes a while, but he begins to know where and how to stroke a woman’s breast. I'm actually beginning to get a little excited here!

  I then have him learn how to unzip a lady’s dress. I think he's going to bolt when my French bra supported tits come into view!

  However, we again try having him feel me up, only this time with no dress in the way. I have to stop him when we get to the use of his thumbs on my nipples. I find that he could get me off and I need to stay in control here if I'm going to teach him about women.

  I have him run his hand up under my skirt and, once again, it's a butterfly attack.

  By the time I get him to really rub my pussy lips, I'm hot and wet. I tell him that I'm shaved, but most women would have hair in the general area.

  I then have him 'make me' take my dress off and then pose for him.

  The next lesson is my favourite and I do a very thorough job of training Ronald to eat pussy. Do I say stay in control? Well, actually, I do lose control here a bit! In fact, I climax several rather enjoyable times.

  I then have Ronald strip for me. Hell, by the time he gets naked, he's limp.

  Well, the only thing we can do is adjourn to the bedroom and have him eat my pussy until he gets hard again!

  I lie on the bed and Ronald laps my pussy in pretty good fashion. He continues through two of my orgasms and then, as we had earlier agreed, he mounts me.

  I'm super wet and he slides his stiff cock right in. Despite the fact that he's a wimp, he has a fairly good sized cock. Once inside me, he strokes in OK fashion and gradually works up to his climax. I could have brought him off at any time, but I wanted him to get there himself. His climax is so strong I'm also able to climax for real as he begins to pump his cum into me.

  He comes and comes and comes! It's apparently the first time in a long time he has ejaculated. After he comes, I have him roll off me.

  I get up, go into the bathroom and clean up.

  When I come back, I'm wearing my Pussycat Lounge uniform of French bra, garter belt, nylons and stiletto heels. I pose nude for him and make sure he gets a damn eyeful. I then tell him to feel wherever he likes.

  He gets up and begins to stroke my tits. He does pretty well and, as a reward, I let him lick and suck my nipples. He does it well and I'm drawn into a climax when he lingers at his licking and sucking a bit longer than I intended. He apologizes all over himself because he couldn't stop himself in time.

  I tell him, “That's the point. If you get me to climax again, you're to lay me down on the bed and fuck my brains out.”

  I let him stay the night and then I let him fuck me again in the morning.

  After I get cleaned up, I have to run some errands. Along the way, I drop Ronald off at a gym I use. I leave Ronald with Dangerous Dan. Dan will set up a weight lifting program for Ronald and then bring him to The Pussycat Lounge that night.

  When I dance on stage for my first turn, I spot Dan and Ronald fairly quickly. I do a pretty much standard dance, but make eye contact with Ronald more than I would normally do with just any customer.

  I make sure that all of the customers get a good view of my jiggling tits and wide open pussy. I shake it up good and try to create a little excitement among the customers.

  My dance is a straight nude dance, with no strip. I give it my best for three songs. I'm rewarded when the Stage Manager signals me for a back room fuck date.

  I walk down the hall to the back room, working my pussy with my fingers as I go. When I get there, a guy is waiting for me. I tell him to strip and put on a condom.

  As he strips, I take off my French bra, making sure that the guy notices that my young breasts are full and firm. I also make sure that he notices that they can still jiggle a little bit.

  The guy doesn't come looking at my tits, so I sit on a chair and begin to strip my nylons. The guy watches my pussy as I manage to show quite a bit more pussy than absolutely necessary in removing my nylons. The guy reacts to the little pussy show and rolls on a condom as he starts to get hard.

  However the guy is obviously not gonna come and I'm gonna have to fuck for my money. I put my shoes back on and walk to the bed.

  I give the guy the standard line about charging an extra $20 for large cocks. I then kick off my shoes and jump on the bed.

  The guy also gets on the bed and mounts me. He slides his cock into me, deep as usual. It's a fairly uninspired fuck. The guy just strokes in and out, with no real extra movement.

  Since it's what I get paid for, I do the movement for him. I not only move, I add moans and sighs because he's such a stud and I'm so excited. (If he wants to see real excitement, have him slip me a $100 tip!)

  The guy continues to stroke at a reasonable speed. However, he has had his time. I use my internal muscles to effect and the guy finds himself coming a bit sooner than he expected. As he pumps his cum into me, I fake a climax. It's a good fake and I may just be in for a tip here! After he finishes, he rolls off me.

  I cuddle to him briefly and tell him that he made me come and that doesn't happen a lot in my business.

  I then get up, towel off and put on my French bra. I then put my nylons back on, letting him see my pussy again. He doesn't really react and I guess I look so disappointed that he gives me a small tip. I then put my shoes back on, rewarding him with another display of my pussy.

  I hurry down the back hall and into the ladies dressing room. My first fuck has taken just a bit longer than usual and I'm scheduled for my dancing turn again fairly quickly.

  I dance back on stage for my second turn. It's pretty much the same as the first turn, except my red pussy shows that I have just been fucked. The customers give me the usual crap and I give back better than what I get. I also show Ronald that a lady that he fucks may also have other lovers.

  It's a slow night and I only get fucked twice. The second fuck is much like the first. I do get t
o again show off my red pussy after the second fuck.

  After my last dance, I get cleaned up and dressed. I then wait for Desiree to finish. She gets cleaned up, but doesn't dress. She does throw a coat on over her Pussycat Lounge stuff.

  We meet Dangerous Dan and Ronald out front. I tell Ronald that he's to go with Desiree tonight and show her what he's learned. She'll tutor him, just as I did and he should do what Desiree tells him.

  Ronald agrees and then asks me if I have been with another man tonight.