Held Down

by Pamela Prim

  “You bet she will, Fran.” Doreen took the note and grabbed Natasha by the arm. “She’s a natural.”

  “I am?” She looked at her roommate in wonder as the taller girl dragged her out of the strip joint and to the parking area.

  “You are, babe.” Doreen told her and got into the car. “And these guys you’re going to work on tonight, they’re Fran’s best clients… if they give you the green signal, you’ll be all set.”

  “Uh… so, I’m just going to dance and strip for them.” Natasha felt a lump in her throat.

  “Yeah.” Doreen grinned as she pulled out of the parking area. “And a few more things, if they’d like you to do for them.”

  “What kind of things?”

  “Like a lap dance or a tug job.”

  “What?” Natasha’s eyes popped wide.

  “It’s no biggie, babe… we do it all the time in the club too, for a few extra bucks.”

  “But, Dor… but I’ve never done…”

  “You’ve never danced naked in front of men before either.” Her roommate gave her a wicked grin. “So why not slap on some relish and pickle with the burgers you’ll be dishing out.”

  “But, Doreen… these men are going to want me to touch their… their things.”

  “Yeah, they sure will, baby.” Doreen licked her lips seductively. “And that’s not too bad; you can make an extra hundred on each tug job. Trust me, these guys are loaded and it won’t hurt to make them happy.”

  “Oh, gosh!” Natasha’s ears felt like they were on fire. “I mean, I’ve never seen a man’s thing… I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

  “All that’s going to change from tonight, sweetheart.” Doreen nodded her head in a rocking motion. “And you’ll be getting rich on the side.”

  “But… I’ll be selling my body; I’ll be just like some…”

  “A what?” The redhead sneered. “Say it… a whore. Well, then, you can always go back home and lose out on having a life of your own.”

  “No, I… I didn’t mean it that way.” Natasha blushed furiously. “Shucks, I’ve never done this before… I mean, I’ve… oh, god!”

  “There’s the place.” Doreen drove up to the gates of a rather large and affluent looking villa. “Tell me now, babe. You doing this or you want me to turn the car around and take you home.”

  “I… aw, fuck!” Natasha ran her hand across her mouth nervously. “Yes, I’m doing this.”

  “Attagirl!” Her roommate cheered and handed her what looked like cough drops in a plastic pack. “Here, take this and get a move on.”

  “What?” Natasha took the packet and stared wide eyed at Doreen. “You’re not coming with me?”

  “This is your gig, kid.” Doreen said and opened the car door for her. “Knock yourself out.”

  “Um… er, yeah, sure.” Natasha stepped out of the car and took a few steps toward the front gate of the lavish villa.

  Doreen waved her goodbye and turned the car around as Natasha bit her lower lip and watched her roommate leave. With her heart thumping hard against her breast, she walked up to the gate and pulled the lever for the bell. She heard a dog barking and felt a shiver run down her back. Half a mind to turn back and run, Natasha wrung her hands and fidgeted as she waited. Two minutes passed before a portly man appeared at the front door of the villa. He waved at her and she waved back. He nodded and did something and the gate unlocked and moved back about a foot. Gingerly, she stepped inside and began walking down the pathway toward the man at the front door. The dog’s barking grew louder as she got closer with a prayer on her lips.

  “Are you from the club?” The man asked her as she reached the front door.

  She nodded and looked up at him. He was older than she had expected, maybe past mid forty and had a head full of grey to white hair, thinning at the front. His face was not that old though, sort of plump and cheery looking. If he was the client, it made her a little comfortable. He wasn’t all that tall, about medium height and slightly overweight. He had a bright friendly smile on his face at her acknowledging his query and he held out his hand to her.

  Natasha took his hand as he led up through the doors and then closed it. She stood beside him as he locked the door, feeling frightened and excited all at the same time.

  “Welcome to my humble home. I am Jerome.” His wide face bore an even wider smile. “You are quite pleasing to the eye, Miss…”

  “Uh…. Oh, um… I’m Nata- uh- Natalia.” She stammered. “I… er… Dor… I mean, Francois Lauran sent me.”

  “A good man, that Fran.” Jerome nodded as he eyed her body. “Never disappoints.”

  She gave him a tight smile and looked around the hallway nervously.

  “So… Miss Nata O’Natalia.” The older man smiled. “Is this your first private call?”

  “Uh… it’s my first ever anything… like this.” She said with a blush coming on. “And you can call me Nat.”

  “Sure, Nat.” He rubbed his hands together. “So what do you think?”

  “Uh… about…?” She stared at him open mouthed.

  “This place… my home.” His smile widened.

  “Oh!” Natasha’s eyes went wide. “All of this is yours? You must be a millionaire?”

  “Not quite yet,” He laughed. “But I’m getting there.”

  “What is it you do?” She let him lead her down the lavish hallway.

  “I produce movies.” Jerome said with a shrug.

  “Wow! You mean like Hollywood movies?” She stared at him breathlessly, her heart beating faster.

  “Not quite, I cater to a more private and exclusive market.” He smiled and ushered her into another room. “Would you like a drink?”

  “Yes, I think I would love a drink.” She nodded and stepped into the lavish room filled with beautiful wall hangings and exquisite tapestry.

  “Champagne?” Jerome asked nonchalantly.

  “Oh, I’ve never tried…” Natasha laughed. “Oh, yes, yes, please.”

  “Come on then, let’s get down to the party… Eddie’s waiting.”

  Eddie!

  Oh, it was the other client Doreen told her about. These two men were Lauran’s best clients. A chill swept over her, her first time ever and with two rich men who knew what they wanted and paid well for it.

  Jerome led her to another room. This one was half as large as the previous one, and it had a plush sofa, an even plusher bed and a small, circular table as its only furnishings. Overhead, a beautiful chandelier set lit up the room with a pale relaxing glow. Soft music wafted around in all directions from hidden speakers and suddenly Natasha felt very comfortable and at ease. She could get used to a place like this. But first she had to earn it.

  “Hey, Eddie. Get in here.” Jerome cried out. “This is Nat, Fran’s newest and loveliest acquire… and we get to break her in.”

  “Hmm, been a while, hasn’t it, Jerry ol’ boy.” The other man walked into the room from the second door. He had a bottle of champagne and three glasses with him. “…since we had a taste of virgin pussy.”

  Natasha suppressed a gasp. Did Lauran tell them something he didn’t tell her? Were they under the impression that they could have sex with her? She had to let them know that she was there just to dance and strip for them, maybe even slip in a couple of hand jobs… but not all out sex. She looked at the other man. He was shorter and thinner than Jerome, with darker, grey streaked hair and sported a French cut beard. He had a hungry look in his sharp eyes, and though it scared her, it also sent a strange thrill through her.

  “Hello, Eddie.” She managed to say as he held out a glass of sparkling wine at her.

  “Miss Nat.” He gave her a smile and nodded his approval of surely her tight young body, if not her willingness to please them.

  She took a sip of the drink. It was light and delicious, and she resisted the temptation to drain it in one go. The warming flow of the wine channeled through her body, relaxing her and she took a few deep breaths. The music was ve
ry seductive and she found herself swaying to the rhythm.

  “Nat, tell us about you.” Jerome said as he reclined on the large sofa. “Your life… your loves and hates.”

  “Yeah, relax and let your hair down, beautiful.” Eddie’s grin was wolfish as he sat down beside his friend.

  “Well, I’m nineteen. Doing my senior year… kinda hard up for cash all the time, so I decided to try at this… to make some money.”

  “Not a bad choice.” Eddie smiled at her even as he stripped her with his eyes. “A lovely girl like you could make it big doing this.”

  “Well, I hope so… I mean, I’ve never…” She looked from one man to the other in turns.

  “Let us be the judge of that, darlin’” Jerome flashed her another comforting smile. “What are you going to do for us this fine evening?”

  “Uh… dance, and um, strip… maybe a little… lap dance.”

  “What do think, Jerry?” Eddie asked his friend. “How much should she get for just a dance and strip?”

  “We’ve got to see some of that first.” Jerome nodded and pointed at the table.

  “Okay, baby.” Eddie clapped his hands and the music volume went up. “Dance.”

  Natasha smiled nervously and stepped up onto the table. The music took over her senses and she began to feel the rhythm flow through her body. She moved with the beat and the rhythm and let the melody ensnare her mind. Her tight young body stirred with languid grace, undulating to the seductive sounds, swaying and jerking. She ran her hands though her long hair and swayed her hips, pressing her thighs together and savoring the pleasant warmth spreading between them. The two men had their eyes glued to her like magnets to iron. She could feel the heat of their lust on her as she moved.

  “Yeah, darlin’, that’s the stuff.” Jerome purred and had his hand on his bulging crotch. “Now strip, baby, strip for us.”

  “Fuck, yeah.” Eddie’s throaty growl sent a thrill through her. “Take it all off, baby; show us your pretty puppies… and your sweet pussy.”

  Natasha had never heard a man say such things to her. It turned her on, to have older men like these two, roughly as old as her college teachers, lusting after her like horny young jocks. She grabbed the hem of her tiny t-shirt and pulled it slowly over her head. The throaty groans of the two men sent shivers through her. It gave her the courage to do what she did next. Reaching back, she unclasped her micro bra and let it slide off her as she moved to the music. For the first time in her life, Natasha Gillian Wallis was topless outside the privacy of her own home. She stood on the table before two strangers, men she had met barely ten minutes ago, with her pert size 34D breasts freely bouncing and jiggling. It sent an indescribable thrill through her and she grasped at her jeans waistband and slowly pushed them down, leisurely gyrating her hips to the sexy beat.

  Completely naked and swaying to the trance inducing music, Natasha threw back her head and let her lustrous hair swirl all around her like a wild halo. She smiled at the two men and bit her full lower lip, no longer feeling shy and her eyes shone with lust; a naked lust for the sheer pleasure of showing herself off to men who wanted her. She felt powerful, and loved the feeling as it made her shed all her inhibitions as easily as she had done her clothes. Her sexy hips swayed to the music, the countless dance lessons finally paying off. She pushed up her hair with both hands, thrusting her breasts forward as she swung her hips in a slow teasing motion as if she was twirling several hula-hoops around her. Her slender hands roamed up and down her body, the heightened sensitivity sending shivers through her. Thrusting her pelvis forward with each swirl, she spread her thighs outward, giving the two older men a full frontal view of her fresh young pussy. The way their tongues kept licking at their lips, Natasha knew they would eat her alive if she let them. And why not, if that would bring in some extra bucks.

  The heavy breathing of the two men watching her was like a booster rocket to her new found brazenness. She giggled as she swayed her hips from left to right, running her palms up and down her feminine curves. She moved with the music as the tempo rose and fell. The warm wetness from her pussy flowed freely down her thighs and she slipped her hand over the dripping slit to ease the throbbing. Her moans added to the music, and turned her on even more. She played with herself, teasing her clit with every thrust and swaying motion of her hips. Her nipples stood out hard and pointed, aching with want even as her knees trembled with her first orgasm in front of watching men.

  “Oh, fuck yeah.” Eddie growled and grabbed at the unmistakable bulge in his own crotch. “Cum for us, baby!”

  Jerome said nothing, but his round face was red and covered with beads of sweat. She noticed the bulge in his shorts was rather sizable too.

  She stepped off the table and sashayed over to the couch. Emboldened now with her inhibitions buried, she moved closer to the older men and wiggled her naked body before them. She felt a jolt all over her as Eddie’s hands slid up her smooth legs and over her bare rounded buttocks. Jerome’s hands gently caressed her hips and belly sending a rush of heat all through her. With a deep sigh, she sat down between the two men, feeling rather triumphant and satisfied, not just with this test dance for them, but by overcoming her own stupid and meaningless fears.

  “Whoa! That was… that was… fucking phenomenal.” Eddie cried out and slapped his slender thigh. “What say you, Jer?”

  “I… uhhh… whooo… eeee…” Jerome panted, red faced and perspiring profusely.

  “Ha! Been a while since the eloquent Jerome Hanson was left all hot and bothered this way.” Eddie laughed out loud. “You’re a keeper, Nat… you’re really amazing, especially for your first time out.”

  “Gee, thanks.” Natasha blushed, and funnily not at the fact that she was seated completely naked in-between two men old enough to be her father, but at the effect she was having on them.

  “I say that dance was upwards of two fifty, Jerry.” Eddie grinned and caressed her bare left thigh.

  “I’ll call your two fifty, Ed…” Jerome nodded his head vigorously and placed his hand on her right thigh.

  “That’s a well deserved five hundred dollars for you, hon.” Eddie squeezed her soft flesh and leaned over to kiss her flushed cheek. “How’d you like to raise the ante… two fifty more for some pole dancing?”

  “Sure, but where’s the pole.” She smiled happily as Jerome waved five crisp hundred dollar bills before her face.

  “We got two right here, lovey.” The white haired man grinned and fished out another five bills. “For two hundred fifty each.”

  “I’ve never pole danced before.” Natasha replied, blushing furiously at Jerome’s meaning. “But then I’ve never stripped on a table before either, and I just made half a grand doing it.”

  “You sure did, baby doll.” Eddie grabbed the money from Jerome’s hand and placed the bills on the table. “All yours. Now let’s see some serious pole dancing.”

  Before she could say another word, the two men had their shorts down to their ankles and their cocks standing up like thick tent pegs. Natasha stifled a gasp at the sight of her first naked male organ, and there were two of them, all hard and throbbing and waiting for her loving touch.

  Jerome’s cock was about ten inches, it stood upright, rising from a clean shaven crotch and with a large, pink mushroom-like head. Precum had formed a large shiny pearl over the wide one-eye slit and the sight of it made her mouth water. Eddie’s dick was shorter, about eight inches, but thicker and darker, resembling an over stuffed sausage with its oversized hood. Precum from his uncut cock was dribbling freely down the thick shaft and she couldn’t wait to wrap her fingers around it.

  With a nervous laugh, she reached out and gingerly slid her hands onto both the cocks, wrapping her fingers slowly around them. They felt alike and yet different at the same time. Warm and hard, and kind of rubbery under the smooth silky skin. Eddie’s pre-cum smeared over her fingers, and she ran her index finger over Jerome’s glob of precum. It felt sticky and war
m, and by whatever instinct it was, she felt the urge to bring her hands to her mouth and taste the stuff. It was different from anything she had ever tasted, and she liked it. Or maybe it was her state of arousal that made her think the taste was heavenly, when normally she was sure she’d think of this as the ickiest thing she had ever done.

  “Oh, she likes us, Jerry.” Eddie chuckled and leaned back on the sofa. “Do it, baby… stroke my pole, make your hands dance over it.”

  “Yeah… dance, little lady, dance.” Jerome sighed and caressed her right breast.

  Licking her fingers clean, Natasha took a firmer grip on each of their cocks, feeling the rock hard appendages twitch and throb in her hands. She couldn’t suppress the excited moan that escaped her lips as she ran her hands up and down. The sensation of their hardness in her palms made her pussy bubble over and her own precum dripped down over the sofa. She had to get more out of this, sitting beside them and stroking them wasn’t enough.