“Well,” Liane said, “right now he’s finding my clothes so I can get dressed again.”
“Oh? So you’re done with this?”
“Yeah… I told him this just isn’t for me. I don’t think I can be a stripper. I get too…” She stopped, licking her lips anxiously.
“What?” he prompted her. “You’re not comfortable like this?”
“No, I’m not.” She looked down at her body, then admitted in a rush, “I think… I think I connect this too much with sex. With having sex. You know? If I’m naked like this… when I’ve been naked like this, in front of a man… it’s always because we’re about to have sex, you know? I think I have too much of an association, in my mind…”
“And you think that would make it too hard to be a stripper?”
“Well, yeah! Because it’s supposed to be just a job. It’s just a job for those girls. They’re not supposed to get this turned on…” She stopped talking and glanced at him, embarrassed that she had just admitted to being turned on.
His voice was soothing. “I don’t think it’s a bad thing. Actually, I think it’s probably a great quality to have if you’re a stripper. Shouldn’t your job turn you on, in one way or another, no matter what your job is?”
“I don’t know.” Liane felt like she was blushing.
“You said Jimmy would have private dance rooms. Tell me more about those.”
“Oh, you might have to ask Jimmy what those are about,” Liane said, happy for a change of subject. “I don’t know all the details. Just that the rooms will be over there, and men will be able to pay for some privacy… like if they want a lap dance…”
“Lap dance? Like the stripper dances in their lap?”
“I guess? Or just sits there. I don’t know.” She shrugged. “I guess it’s between the two of them, what she does.” Liane froze. Out the window, she could see a man crossing in front of the parking lot, walking along the sidewalk.
Archie followed her stare. “He’s not looking.”
“No…” she said. “The windows are hard to see through when the sun is on them. Still… it feels weird… to be standing here, with the window right there…”
“No one can see in.”
“I don’t think they can…” Now she wasn’t so sure.
“Well, he’s just walking by. He’s not even looking. And right now, my car is the only car in the parking lot. No one’s out there, no one’s coming in.”
“Right.” Liane swayed anxiously. “So… about the lap dancing… yeah, I don’t even know how a stripper is supposed to dance in someone’s lap. Maybe it just means that she’s close up, like dancing right in front of him? Or maybe she’s not really dancing, just kind of rubbing against him…” She pursed her lips. “Are you just playing with me, that you don’t know about lap dances? Have you ever had one? Tell me honestly.”
Archie shook his head. “Never had one. I’ve never even been in a strip club before.”
“No?”
“No. It’s not the kind of place I’d go to by myself… and the friends I have aren’t the kind to suggest an expedition to a strip club.”
“Why wouldn’t you go by yourself?” Liane wanted to know.
Archie shrugged. “I suppose the thought of it is kind of intimidating. To be sitting there, with a woman I don’t know standing naked right in front of me. I wouldn’t know what to say to her”
Liane’s mouth twitched at the corner. “But you know me,” she said softly, “and I’m standing naked in front of you right now.”
Archie nodded. “Liane, if you decided to work at Jimmy’s strip club, I’d definitely be a customer.”
“Really…” She could feel her body swaying, as if she was trying to hypnotize him with her slow movements. “Would you take me in the private dance rooms for lap dances?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “You haven’t done a very good job of explaining what happens during a lap dance.”
“That’s because I don’t know,” she said. “Not for sure. But I don’t think it’s hard to guess.” Liane tried to imagine herself with Archie in one of the private rooms, doing a private dance for him. Naked, but of course, she didn’t have to imagine that part. The music would play and she would move her body seductively in front of him, close enough for him to reach out and touch her skin.
Liane realized that she was moving her body in real life to match the dance that she pictured in her mind. Archie was watching her and smiling, amused by her sinuous back and forth movement. Liane felt silly, dancing with no music, but she didn’t stop.
Archie shifted closer to the window. He patted the seat next to him. “Why don’t you sit down for a minute?” he suggested.
She was still dancing. “You want me to sit?”
“Yeah. I want to ask you something.”
Liane slipped into the booth next to Archie. She met Archie’s eyes, waiting expectantly.
“So let’s say I ask you to go into the private dance room, and you say yes,” he said.
“Uh huh.”
“And so we go in, and we’re in a room, all by ourselves?”
“Uh huh. Private.”
Archie casually reached out and pressed his hand against her right breast. “Am I allowed to touch you like this?” he asked.
Liane looked down at his hand as he gently squeezed her breast. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “Um.. I think it’s probably not allowed.” His fingers found her nipple, stroking the hard point. “But it’s a private room…” She closed her eyes, squirming against the seat as Archie leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth. “No one else is there… we’re all alone… so if I don’t stop you… who will?”
“That’s a good point,” Archie said. Now he reached between her legs and pressed his hand against her pussy. “What about this? Is this allowed?”
“Ohh!” Liane leaned against his shoulder, opening her legs wider. “I keep telling you, I don’t know!” she gasped as his finger pushed inside her. “Ohh! Why ask me? I really don’t know!”
“I think it’s the same answer you gave a minute ago.” Archie moved his finger in and out of her wet pussy. “Maybe it’s not technically allowed… but really, it’s up to you and me, isn’t it?”
Liane stretched towards him and kissed his mouth, letting her legs splay apart so that his hand could move freely between them. His fingers penetrated her wetness, making her moan, and the pleasure he gave her between her legs manifested itself in the hunger of her kisses. She lifted her left foot, bending her leg to the side and setting her foot on the bench, as if urging him to probe deeper inside her.
“You really are so turned on, aren’t you,” he murmured, a note of awe in his voice, his fingers drowning in her wetness. Her body was astonishingly receptive to his manipulations. His index finger found her clitoris and toyed with it, causing her to shudder and mewl like a kitten.
She pressed against his side. “I can’t do this! I can’t be a stripper! Ohhh! Strippers aren’t supposed to get like this!” She let her hand fall into his lap. “Oh! You, too!” Her fingers traced the front of his pants, feeling the enormous shape that fought to get free. She had no idea that Archie was so big down there.
“Would I be allowed to take it out?” he asked. “In the private room?”
Liane had a wild look in her eyes as she looked down into his lap. She couldn’t let herself speak the first answer that came to her mind, although the need showing on her face spoke it clearly. Instead, she said, “Dance!” She looked up at him. “I’m supposed to dance for you!”
“You don’t have to…” he started to say, but she was already pulling away from him. She scrambled out of the seat and stood up and turned to face him.
“Come on…” she breathed. “It’s a lap dance.” She held her hand out. When he took it, she pulled him forward, showing him that he was supposed to sit at the end of the bench. Once he was in place, she commenced with her dancing, swaying from side to side in front of him.
He touched her freely as she danced, stroking her breasts, pinching her nipples, running his hand up and down the line of her ass. Breathlessly, she finally crouched down in front of him and undid the front of his pants, as if she was tired of guessing and had to know what his cock really looked like. Extracting the long, swollen thing, she held it in her hand for a moment, marveling at its size, then after stroking it a few times, she returned to her lap dance. This time, when she rubbed against him, his cock nestled perfectly in the crevice of her ass and she slid up and down against it.
She rose up high above him, and just before she came down, Archie moved his cock forward ever so slightly. As she dropped, the mouth of her pussy landed squarely on the head of his cock, and Liane didn’t hesitate, sinking down onto his rigid shaft with a gasp. She moved up and down on him while he cupped her breasts from behind.
“Is this allowed?” he asked through ragged breaths. “Fucking you like this?”
“Why do you keep asking me?” she moaned. “I don’t know! I don’t know anything!” She rose off of his cock, but only long enough to turn around and straddle him. Her breasts were right in front of his face, and he sucked on her nipples as she bounced on his cock. Her body tensed in an orgasm, her legs tightening around him as she gasped for breath.
After her orgasm, she fell against him, but now, with a strength she hadn’t suspected he possessed, Archie put his hands under her ass and lifted her up. He sat her down on the edge of the table, just a few feet from his untouched Reuben sandwich. Liane wrapped her legs around Archie’s waist, leaning back onto her elbows as now he took control. His hands gripped her hips tightly and his cock plunged deep between her legs. She could feel her body wanting to slide back and forth on the smooth table as he fucked her furiously.
Her body trembled with a second orgasm, waves of pleasure spreading through her limbs, and for a moment, she felt like her whole being was wrapped around the thick shaft of Archie’s cock. She felt like every thrust he made into her caused a ripple through her body, a ripple that went through every part of her and then splashed back to meet his next thrust. He was filling her completely, her pussy clutching him greedily, squeezing him tightly.
He pulled free, and instinctively she sat up, supporting herself with her left arm. His cock looked enormous, swollen and throbbing, jutting towards her torso. Suddenly, it quivered and a spurt of cum splashed between her breasts. She watched as line after line of cum shot out of Archie’s cock and onto her body.
When he was done, Liane looked down and giggled. “Oh my! What a mess.” She reached over and grabbed her apron from where she’d left it. She mopped his cum off of her front, then used a clean corner of the apron to wipe off a final drop from the tip of his cock.
Climbing to her feet, Liane paused to stretch up and give Archie a long kiss. “That was a surprise, huh?” she giggled. “What a way to remember the last day of this place.”
“I’ll say,” he said. “You’re incredible, Liane.”
“Thanks.” She smiled. “If you don’t mind, I think I better head back to the kitchen and put my clothes back on.”
“Now?” He nodded to his left. “You have customers waiting.”
Liane’s eyes widened. She looked in the direction he had indicated and saw two men waiting at a table. Firemen, judging by their blue uniforms. They were both watching her with undisguised interest.
“How long have they been there?” Liane asked in a whisper.
“I don’t know,” said Archie. “Long enough.”
“Oh my.” Liane bit her lip, knowing that the two men must have had quite a show. Now she was standing naked in front of them, and she realized she was still quite aroused. Swaying on unsteady legs, she walked over to the hostess station and grabbed two menus.
***
Jimmy looked up from the baseball game when Liane walked back into the kitchen. “You were out there a long time,” he said. He peered at her. “You okay? You look all sweaty.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Liane answered quickly, nervously running her fingers through her hair. “Um… some other customers came in. They had some questions about the menu.” She smiled distantly. “They wanted to know if they could have the same thing Archie was having.”
“Oh, okay. So I’m making a couple more Reubens?” Jimmy stood and walked towards the grill.
“Um…no. One cheeseburger. And one country-fried steak. Two coffees.”
“Oh?” Jimmy looked puzzled for a moment, but then shrugged. “All right. I’ll start cooking.” He pointed to a chair in the corner. “Your clothes are on the chair there.”
“Thanks,” Liane said. “Jimmy… I’ve changed my mind. I think I do want the job working here.”
“You do? That’s great, Liane! I’m glad to have you with me for this strip club thing.” He motioned to her body. “Like I said, I’ll only need you as a stripper until I hire enough girls. Maybe a month, maybe two. After that, you’re management. We’ll run this place together.”
“Sounds great, Jimmy.”
“So what changed your mind? I thought you were pretty sure you didn’t want the job.”
“Well…” Liane glanced towards the door to the dining area. “Archie convinced me I might actually enjoy it.” She walked to her pile of clothes and tugged the panties out from close to the bottom of the pile. “Also…” she added in a quieter voice, as she started to dress, “I think I’ll make pretty good money in the private rooms.”
Jimmy grinned. “You think Archie will be a regular customer?”
Liane didn’t answer for a moment, smiling to herself as she fastened her bra. “He will be,” she said in a soft voice. “You know him. He wants the same thing every day.”
GOOD GIRL
PART 1: STAN
Driving a city bus in Linterna meant getting used to constantly shifting schedules and routes. Sometimes management needed to give one of the drivers a break from a rush hour schedule. Sometimes they needed to start a new driver on an easy route. Sometimes they seemed to change things up just for the hell of it. Whatever the reason, when one driver changed routes, it always created a chain reaction resulting in five or six other drivers changing routes.
Stan Bell considered himself lucky that he’d been doing the morning 71 route for four months. It was a good route, his favorite in his eight years of being a bus driver. It passed through several suburb neighborhoods to the east of downtown, and didn’t get any closer to the downtown area than Jefferson University. Because the bus stopped at Jefferson University, it tended to get a lot of young people in the morning. Stan enjoyed saying hello to the attractive college girls as they boarded the bus, even if he was at least twice their age.
Having the same route for four months meant that he got to know some of the regular passengers. Some of them liked to talk; they’d sit near the front and chat with him. Others would just give him a “Hi, Stan” or “Good morning, Stan” as they entered. He tried to learn names so he could say “Hi” right back.
Juliette was one of the regulars, and he knew her pattern. She was a student at Jefferson University, and her first class was probably at 11 AM, because she always got on the bus at around 10:00 AM, at the stop on Oswell Street. She always got off at Jefferson University, at around 10:45 AM. The rush of college students came earlier in the day, usually before 9 AM. Juliette was one of just a handful that rode the bus later in the morning.
Stan thought of Juliette as “Smart-Girl-Pretty”. She usually wore jeans and loose sweatshirts, and her long dark hair always looked a little disheveled. She never wore much make-up, at least not that he could tell. Sometimes she boarded the bus w
ith her hair still wet from the shower. Even though she rode the later bus, Stan had the impression that she didn’t get much sleep.
But she was undeniably pretty, and Stan could tell she had a nice body under those amorphous sweatshirts. Sometimes when she stretched, he could see the fabric clinging to her curves. She was friendly, too. She always said, “Morning, Stan” and he’d say “Good morning, Juliette” and sometimes she’d add something else, asking him how his day was going, or if he was almost done with his shift.
Sometimes he’d see her set up her books on a bus seat and try to get work done on the ride. She was a graduate student, working on her master’s degree. He didn’t know exactly what she was studying, but he knew it involved statistics, because sometimes he’d see her inputting numbers on her laptop. Sociology, maybe.
On that particular day, a day that would inhabit his fantasies for the rest of his life, Juliette boarded the bus at her usual stop. “Good morning, Juliette,” he greeted her cheerfully.
“Morning, Stan,” she said. She unzipped her bag to pull out her bus pass, but he just waved her by.
“You’re good,” he said. “I know you have it.”
“Thanks,” she said. “Having a good day?”
“Yup. No problems here. You?”
“Good so far.” She laughed and he chuckled along with her. He peeked up at the overhead mirror, watching her as she found a seat towards the middle of the bus, a few rows back from the handicapped seats. She was showing more bare skin than usual, clad in a gray cami tank top and loose black shorts that showed off her long legs. Probably because the weather was a little warmer than it had been. Made everyone feel like summer was just around the corner.
Stan took a moment to admire the way her tank top hugged her torso. She definitely had a fine figure under there, curvy in all the right places. He grinned forcing his eyes back to the road. He checked his side mirror before pulling away from the curb.
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