TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE

by R. Richard

  I tell him, “That's what I do for a living. You have to remember that you may not be a lady’s only lover. You need to learn to deal with that.”

  Ronald nods his head in understanding. He then goes off with Desiree.

  The next day, Desiree picks me up a bit early. Desiree and I discuss Ronald’s performance of last night (actually early this morning) with him. He did pretty well, but needs improvement in certain areas.

  Desiree tells us that Ronald felt her up pretty well. In fact, he did so well that she didn't let him lick and suck her tits, as she needed to remain in control. However, when Ronald felt Desiree's pussy, he was a bit tentative. He needs to be gentle but firm and rub just a bit harder.

  He eats pussy quite well, but Ronald is ignorant of a lady’s clit. We explain the situation to him in some detail. It happens that Desiree’s clit is somewhat different from mine and we go into specific detail.

  Ronald did well fucking Desiree and only needs a bit more improvement in the basic technique. We tell him what he needs and Ronald listens and asks enough of the right questions that we know he's getting the information.

  Ronald has an errand to do and he leaves Desiree and I. He'll do what he has to and then go to Dangerous Dan’s gym. He'll work out and then come back to The Pussycat Lounge tonight.

  I go over to the gym. I talk to Dangerous Dan. It seems that Ronald learned a lot from Dan about how a man conducts himself in place like the Pussycat Lounge last night. However, Dan has some suggestions.

  Ronald arrives at the gym. Dangerous Dan and I talk to him. Ronald asks me if many ladies dance nude as Desiree and I do?

  I tell him, “No, only a very few ladies dance nude and the best dance at The Pussycat Lounge.”

  He then asks, “What would happen if I wanted my lady to dance at The Pussycat Lounge?”

  Dangerous Dan and I laugh. I tell him, “Your lady would probably slap you and then run screaming from your presence, never to return.”

  Dangerous Dan and Ronald then have a private conversation while I go to the ladies room.

  When I get back, Ronald asks some more intelligent questions and seems to be learning what he needs to know. I leave Ronald with Dangerous Dan.

  I strip that night at a different location of The Pussycat Lounge. I spot Ronald in the audience, by himself. I wonder what happened to Dangerous Dan.

  I do my virgin Princess strip from a silk lady suit plus hat and gloves. The hat and gloves are my update to my successful pampered Princess act. Of course, the lady suit looks classy and out of place on a strip bar stage, which is just the way I want it.

  Since I'm in a location where I haven't done the silk lady strip before, I repeat the standard routine I developed at another place. I go through the routine, but not on automatic. I'm doing the things I usually do, but I'm also tuned to the audience.

  The audience seems to react to the idea that I'm some virgin secretary who maybe got a little drunk and decided to tease the boys for a while. I play the role and get the usual responses, right up to the point where I'm dancing nude for my finale.

  As I dance, I sort of keep an eye on Ronald. I can see that he's watching me, but he gives me no clue as to what he thinks. I wonder exactly how Ronald is reacting.

  As I come off stage, the Stage Manger signals me that I have a nylon fuck in a back room. I go down the hall, fingering myself to get ready.

  I get to the back room first and wait for my customer.

  Ronald walks in to the room with a silly grin on his face.

  As I stand there wondering what's going on, Ronald strips and puts on a condom.

  I give Ronald the standard show of removing my French bra. Then, since this is a nylon fuck, I kick off my shoes and jump on the bed.

  Ronald joins me and mounts me. He slips his cock in my wet pussy and tells me to wrap my legs around him.

  I follow directions and he starts to pump.

  Now, Ronald doesn't have everything down exactly right, but I help as best I can. I let him take his time and I let him get deep with just the right amount of resistance.

  Ronald gets into a rhythm and begins to slightly alter the angle of each stroke. I help by moving with him to increase the effect. I get so involved that I can feel myself becoming excited. I suddenly realize that I'm fucking Ronald the person, not just another customer.

  Ronald begins to speed up and I can tell he's close to finishing. As Ronald comes, I'm drawn into my own climax by his driving need!

  Ronald pumps cum into the condom over a few strokes and then I release him and he dismounts.

  I cuddle to him and tell him, “You were fantastic. But why did you pay again for what you have already paid for?”

  Ronald tells me, “Nocturne, I have discovered a few things about myself and I needed a test to make sure.”

  Since we're in a Pussycat Lounge, I can't delay. I get up and slip off my nylons as a very appreciative Ronald watches me. I then write on the nylons, “A stud who CONQUERED! Nocturne.”

  I have taken too much time with Ronald and I have to skip a dance turn after that. However, I do return to finish out the night.

  After work, I meet Ronald and we talk for a bit. I then turn Ronald over to Misty.

  The next day I get a phone call from Misty. She tells me, “OK, it was a very funny joke.”

  I ask, “What joke?”

  She tells me, “Ronald worked me over good. I'm exhausted and a little sore. This Ronald of yours is a wimp who needs help? Ha. Ha. Ha.” Then she hangs up.

  A little later, Ronald is at my door. I let him in and he tells me that he thinks he's on the way to being cured. He learned a lot last night and he needs to call back home and get some things cleared up.

  I very carefully ask Ronald, “Do you think that you're now ready to go back and conquer your sweetheart?”

  He snorts and says, “That prissy little bitch?” He tells me, “There are some other ladies back home that I need to look up. I want to take a day off and then finish my course.”

  I agree to the day off.

  Ronald does take the day off. He comes back and I lead him through a few more things. By the end, it's not so much a matter of my teaching him things as it is of the two of us conducting a workshop.

  I drop him off at the airport one evening on my way to work. The last thing I tell him is that if he's going to fuck a stewardess on the fight back, at least take her into the restroom first!

  He laughs and leaves me with a burning French kiss.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Secret Agent Nocturne

  AFTER RONALD LEAVES I get back into my normal routine for a few days.

  The government is still not returning my phone calls and all I can do is wait.

  One day I get a call on my unlisted number from some one who claims to be from the government. He wants to talk to Nocturne.

  I tell him sweetly that, when my father is out of jail and I have a signed letter from the IRS solving my tax problems, then perhaps we can talk.

  He doesn't give up and continues to insist that I meet with him. He won't tell me why he really wants to talk to me, but he continues to insist that we talk.

  It takes quite a bit of negotiation. However, I finally come up with the best deal that I'm gonna get and I agree to meet with him.

  As a result, I meet some sort of government agent and his boss down at the public library. We sit at a study table and whisper to one another secretively. We have books on the study table and no one thinks it odd.

  It appears that some sort of super secret United States government organization needs to get some information from a very rich, very powerful Arab sheik who's in the United States for a while. A lot of American lives depend upon the information.

  I ask, “Why would the United States government want to talk to Nocturne, the stripper, about some sort of government spy business?”

  It seems that the government agency talked to the Coronado SEAL Teams and the SEAL Teams guys told them that Nocturne
the stripper was instrumental in getting a Mr. Hernandez captured and out of Mexico. The SEAL Teams guys apparently told the government guys that Nocturne the stripper not only put her own life in danger, but that she was responsible for the plan that got all of the SEAL Teams guys in and out of Mr. Hernandez’ castle without any American casualties. If I could come up with a plan to raid Hernandez’ castle, maybe I can also come up with a plan to get the needed information from the sheik.

  I carefully ask the government guys, “Do you know how I got myself and two female government agents into Hernandez’ castle in the first place?”

  The government guys tell me that I trained two female government agents to be strippers and that the three of us were then hired by Hernandez to come down to his castle to provide entertainment for a party.

  I then ask the government guys, “Why did a big time international criminal like Hernandez allow two United States government agents into his heavily guarded castle?”

  The two government guys look puzzled. The boss finally tells me, “Of course, Mr. Hernandez didn't think the two other girls were government agents. He thought that they were strippers, like you.”

  I then ask, “Is it not true that a stripper is just tits and a pussy to dance nude for the gentlemen clients of Mr. Hernandez and couldn't possibly pose any sort of security threat? Thus, it was OK to allow the girls into his castle because they were just tits and pussy and could be disposed of with no trouble after they had done their job?”

  The boss laughs and tells me, “Well, Mr. Hernandez thought that way and he's now in a jail cell because he thought that way.”

  I then ask them, “Well then, do you two government guys think that way?”

  The faces of the two men harden and I see why they're secret agents. They're trained law men, but they are also the kind of controlled killers that I met in the SEAL Teams. The boss tells me that they might have thought that way at one time, but that they don't think that way any more, not after what happened during the Hernandez matter.”

  I then ask them, “OK, let's assume that I can deliver the guy you are talking about to you. Then how long will you need to be sure to get the information from this Arab sheik once I deliver him?”

  The boss tells me, “It might be as little as a half hour, but it might take an hour and a half to two hours.” He notes my startled look and tells me, “You see, we have certain 'chemical' methods we use to obtain information. We don't just beat the information out of a suspect, the suspect just answers truthfully any question put to him. The problem is that the answers to early questions may lead to more questions and it's not possible to predict how many questions will be in a chain of such questions.”

  I ask, “Will the sheik remember being questioned by you guys?”

  The boss grimaces and then asks, “Why do you want to know?”

  I tell him, “I think I know how to get the sheik in a back room, alone with me. If I can, your government people can grab him and question him. If he won't remember being questioned, I can insure that he'll be far too busy to even think about what happened to two hours out of his life. With any luck, he won't even realize that there have been two hours removed from his life. Well, he'll realize that he spent two hours doing something but he'll think that he spent the two hours in bed with Nocturne.”

  The head government guy thinks things over and then tells me,”with proper use of chemicals, the sheik won't remember his questioning. However, you need to realize that the sheik will have bodyguards with him.”

  I tell them, “My plan will work even if the sheik has bodyguards. In addition my plan will work with the bodyguards as well, assuming that your government people also wish to question the bodyguards. However, I'll need to have female agents to do at least most of the work. The female agents will all need to work nude and many of them will have to fuck.”

  The boss doesn't like the restriction. He asks a lot of questions and is still somewhat sceptical. However, he tells me, “If you can convince me that it's necessary, I can get female agents to do what you need.”

  Seeing that I have the hook in the boss government boy, I ask him a really stupid question. I tell him, “A girlfriend of mine had her parents get divorced. After the divorce, she lived with her mother. One day her father came to visit and was chewing her out for something she had done and her pet dog got between my girlfriend and her father and showed his teeth. Why would a mere pet dog challenge a very rich and powerful man?”

  The boss looks at me in amazement. He tells me, “Of course, the dog wasn't intelligent enough to know who the man was. The dog’s job was just to protect the girl. The dog just did what the dog thought was its job.”

  I tell the government guy, “I have a police officer who's probably not as intelligent as the dog, but is the guy we need. He'll just do what he thinks is his job and, as a result, the sheik won't realize that two hours have been stolen from his life. The bodyguards can be rendered unconscious and they'll have no idea how long they have been out.”

  It takes a lot of talk and a lot more negotiation, but I finally get what I want and need from the government guys. My plan will cost big bucks, but you see the government has all these taxpayers to foot the bill.

  The government rents The Pussycat Lounge for two nights of private parties. I get the four best regular Pussycat Lounge ladies plus four porn stars. The porn stars are all hot looking and willing and able to do what needs to be done. The private parties I plan will have a real all-star cast and will be a local legend for years to come. I convince the government that the sheik won't come to the first party but that word of mouth after the first party is what'll get the sheik to come to the second party.

  I also get eight government ladies. Unfortunately, the government ladies are also the kind of controlled killers that I met in the SEAL Teams. However, with make up and dancing help, I manage to get four of them ready to dance. The other four I can use as waitresses. I then tell the government ladies that the waitresses will get groped and maybe have to fuck. I tell them that the dancers will definitely fuck. They'll have to take it or the operation will blow up. I have to have nude female agents on hand in case there's trouble and we wind up in a fight. The ladies aren't worried about fighting and dying. However, it takes a lot of talk before they're willing to accept being felt and/or fucked.

  With a lot more work, I manage to get all of them to relax the, 'You had your rights punk, now talk!' expressions off their hard little faces. I wouldn't use these bitches in a normal Pussycat Lounge show, but I have seen what Temptress and Supergirl did in Mexico and I want female muscle on hand if there's violence.

  As I found out while talking to the government guys in the library, the sheik has several bodyguards. However, just one of the sheik's bodyguards is American educated and likes the nightlife.

  The American educated bodyguard suddenly gets a new buddy who lures him into The Pussycat Lounge for the first private show. The luring isn't all that hard. It turns out that Arab guys like to look at tits and pussy just as much as American guys do.

  The night of the private party, a couple of the other girls dance first. Then I dance on stage for my first turn. I spot the government guy and the sheik’s bodyguard in the very upscale crowd.

  I'm warmed up and I won't need to dance too much if at all after my first dance. Thus I do a very much over the top dance. I can't repeat the energy level necessary for an all out dance too many times, but tonight that won't be a problem.

  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. I also use the projection skills Miss. Hollywood showed me to target the government spy and the sheik’s bodyguard, without being too obvious about it.

  My dances are straight nude dances, with no strip. I give it my best for three songs. The audience rewards me with rapt attention and I'm in total control here!

  Wouldn’t you just know it, there's a speci
al promotion on tonight and a lucky ticket holder gets a free back room fuck date with the dancer of his choice. Wouldn’t you just know it? The sheik’s body guard is the lucky winner of the special promotion! The government guy sells the bodyguard on the idea that Nocturne is the best fuck in The Pussycat Lounge and she's the one he wants. (Actually the government guy had to do that in any case, it's part of the truth in advertising law!)

  I take my time and walk down the hall to the back room, working my pussy with my fingers as I go. When I get there, the sheik’s bodyguard is waiting. My face lights up and I ask him, “Are you a for real sheik of Araby?”

  Wouldn’t you just know it? He's a for real sheik of Araby and knows all the Arab secrets of making love!

  A totally captivated Nocturne tells bodyguard boy to strip and put on a condom. I mean, the way I say “Big Boy!” damn near makes the guy come in his underwear! Obviously naïve little Nocturne is totally captivated by the tall, dark, handsome Arab. (In your dreams, Arab boy!)