What he thinks he is gonna do is take off his clothes.
When he slips off his under shorts, out pops a really big, hard cock!
I'm surprised as hell.
I recover and let him have a long, close up look at me as I make a production of taking off my French bra.
I may be shocked, but I'm not too shocked to forget to give him the pitch about extra pay for big cocks.
I finish the French bra bit with a wiggle, kick off my shoes and jump on the bed.
The old guy joins me and puts my legs over his shoulders.
He enters me and tells me that he wants me to, “Wrap those long nylon legs around me and let me all the way in!”
I can feel the big pole deep inside me and I wrap my legs around him.
I'm a little worried at first.
However, I find I can handle his cock.
He's pretty strong, amazingly strong for a guy his age, and he starts to work me over good.
However, Nocturne’s internal muscles will do their stuff and get him off quickly, right?
Wrong!
The old guy has rape on his mind and the cock to back it up!
He gets his whole damn rod in me on every stroke and, despite my best efforts, works me into a real frenzy.
I'm not in control here and I'm being taken by the guy I least expected to be able to do that.
I can only feel his big cock work in my pussy and that's my whole world.
I do what I can with my internal muscles and the whole fuck becomes a very personal experience for Nocturne, not just the usual business thing.
I actually begin to moan for real and the guy also seems to get excited.
I can feel the old whore master pick up speed and I do everything I have learned since I started at The Pussycat Lounge.
However, I can't get the guy off and I'm getting out of control myself.
I finally climax for real and hard.
I do manage to draw the old guy along with me and he pumps his cum inside me as I milk every drop I can from him.
After he cums, he rolls off me and we lie there panting.
When I get a little breath back, I tell him, “Wow, you were something else!”
He says, “Well, I may not have what I had as a youngster, but I can still take care of a lady.”
I like the word lady.
I finally heave myself off the bed and make a real production of stripping my nylons off.
I make sure he gets a damn good view of my red pussy.
I tell him, “The guys out front are gonna’ know what you did back here just by looking at my red pussy.”
I also tell him, “It was more like an Olympic event than a typical back room visit.”
Inspired, I write on my ripped and torn nylons, “Older!
Longer!
Harder!
Victory!
Nocturne.”
The old guy grins like maybe he remembers his younger days.
He gives me a very nice tip.
I thank him and then shake my finger in his face.
I tell him, “For a cock like yours, only once a night!”
The old man gets a big grin on his face and, just maybe goes back to when he was 18-years-old and could actually get it up several times in one night.
If the customer puts money in my wallet, I put good ideas in the customer’s head!
I put my shoes back on and stagger down the hall to the dressing room.
The girls ask what happened and I tell them I ran into an old diesel truck.
I dance several more turns.
I don't see the owner’s daughter again.
I do see Wild Wanda.
Wild Wanda seems to have lost a little of the whore on fire spirit and I suspect that she wants her amateur status back.
I do see the owner in the crowd.
I don't see Wild Wanda’s father.
I get two more trips to a back room.
One guy I have to suck off.
The other guy comes in me in about ten seconds.
However, both are nylon fucks and I thank them.
The First National Bank will also thank them in the morning.
The party begins to wind down.
I don't get fucked after my last dance and I tell the Stage Manager I'm too tired to dance again.
I shower and get dressed.
I'm about to leave when the owner walks in.
The owner tells me that, if I see his daughter in The Pussycat Lounge, ever again, I'm to have her taken to his office and I'm to call him right away.
I tell the owner, “OK, I'll do that.”
I also tell him, “I'm quitting a little early tonight, mainly because the old guy wore me out.”
The owner grins and says, “Yeah right.
You should hear what the old guy is claiming, out in the front.”
I walk up to the owner and tell him right in his face in a throaty, sexy voice, “It’s really true!”
Then I turn and walk out the door.
The Movie Star
T
HE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE is back to whatever passes around here for normal.
I have been dancing at the various Pussycat Lounge locations around town and I'm now back at the place where I started.
The owner of The Pussycat Lounge wants to talk to me.
I dread going in to see him, because I'm sure that it's about his daughter.
It's not my fault that his daughter volunteered when we were short of girls, during amateur night.
It's also not my fault that she wound up pulling train in the back room.
Besides, the owner got his revenge later.
It turns out that the owner doesn't want to talk to me about his daughter.
It seems that he has another problem.
He has a lady who wants to work at The Pussycat Lounge for a night or two.
He wants me to house her and train her when she gets to town.
I ask the man, “Do you think I'm running a bed and breakfast here?”
He says, “For $1,000 per night, yes I do.”
I hate to admit it, but he's right!
However, there's something extremely strange here.
The lady can take dancing lessons from a pro and the motels around here don't charge anything like $1,000 per night.
Hell, a man can get a room, a girl and a towel for a lot less than $1,000 per night.
That is, of course, if he's willing to settle for just any girl.
Nocturne costs more and damn well worth it!
Bit by bit I worm the answer out of him.
When I find out exactly what is going on, I don't believe it.
However, for $1,000 per night, I'm willing to at least see what will actually happen.
What the owner wants me to do is to house and train a gen-u-wine
As I said, I don't believe it for one second.
I'm off work one day and I get a phone call.
The lady is down at the train station and am I ready?
Hell, for $1,000 a night, I'm always ready.
Not too much later, the lady knocks on my door.
She is, as advertised, a real
She has dyed her famous hair and changed from the brand of makeup she endorses, but she still looks drop dead gorgeous!
We sit down over coffee and talk about it.
The lady is preparing for a movie role.
Her movie role involves a stripper.
OK, not exactly the kind of stripper we have at The Pussycat Lounge, but a stripper.
The lady is a method actress.
She doesn’t just play a part, she lives a part.
I take a deep breath and tell her the truth, even though it'll cost me my $1,000.
I tell her that, unless she's actually a stripper, she can't strip at The Pussycat Lounge.
She can dance nude.
If she dances nude, she has to take her turns, just like the other girls.
If some horn dog wants to take her into a back room, she'll have to go into the back room and have sex with the guy.
I'm leaning back here, so I don't get trampled when Miss Hollywood runs screaming for the door.
Miss Hollywood calmly tells me that she talked all that over with the owner.
She has the gear she needs.
She can dance a little.
What she needs is to talk to me about what it's really like to be a nude dancer.
I start off by telling her about the ladies dressing room with men occasionally wandering through.
I tell her about the video setup in the back rooms.
I tell her about guys trying to grab her when she dances.
I again lean back and watch.
The lady laughs and tells me that obviously I have never worked in
OK, I tell her, “I'll teach you about what being a nude dancer is all about.”
I also tell her, “I'll be a bit raw.”
She says only, “Then we should get started.”
I take off my clothes and show her the basic kind of thing we do at The Pussycat Lounge.
I make it plain that the customers want to see a lot of tits and pussy.
She watches me and asks a few intelligent questions.
I answer and demonstrate.
After a time I tell her, “Now we need to see what
you have learned.”
Miss Hollywood, the famous movie star, gets up and takes it all off!
She starts to dance for me, in order to review what she has learned up to this point.
I gape at her and ask her, “How do you do that?”
She laughs and says, “You must mean the projection thing!”
She says, “In order to be an actress, a girl needs to know how to project herself.
It's smiling, it's eye contact, it's being totally at ease and a lot more.”
We spend the rest of the morning teaching each other.
I teach the lady how to be a nude dancer, she teaches me a little about being an actress.
She'll learn what she needs about nude dancing for her movie role.
I'll use things like projection to get more tips.
It's your basic win/win situation.
Over lunch I explain more of the details of an operation like The Pussycat Lounge.
Mostly it's detail stuff like the difference between a waitress and a dancer, the difference between a nude dancer and a stripper, the financial structure for the nude dancers and so on.
I'm surprised that Miss Hollywood not only appears to be interested, but she continues to ask questions that indicate that she's really learning.
We practice dancing a little more after lunch.
Miss Hollywood has the basics down.
We decide that she should avoid some of the fancier moves like high kicks and so on, because she doesn't have the experience and she doesn't want to fall while she's on stage and maybe injure herself seriously.
She then tells me, “I need to understand exactly how the action goes in the back rooms.”
I think she wants me to tell her.
She actually wants me to show her.
She has a strap-on dildo.
I go put on the French bra, garter belt and lace top nylons.
I already have the stiletto heels on.
When I get back into my living room, Miss Hollywood is nude with a big strap-on dildo sticking out.
We have agreed to go through a full nylon fuck.
I explain to her about working myself with my fingers as I walk back to the room.
I show her how I take off my French bra for the customer.
I then get on the inflatable bed I have placed on the floor.
Miss Hollywood mounts me.
She enters me with the strap-on and I wrap my nylon clad legs around her.
She's not as strong as a man, but she can shove the strap-on into my wet pussy up to the fake balls.
I give her the same sales pitch I would give a real male customer.
I can feel his cock up in my throat!
He's so strong, so manly, so good!
Fuck your little girl!
At the same time, I'm thrusting back against her thrusts and increasing her thrust by pulling her into me with my legs.
I'm also moving my pelvis as she thrusts.
After a time, I fake an orgasm and then Miss Hollywood dismounts and rolls off me.
We lie there breathing hard for a bit.
After I have recovered a little, I get up and sit in a folding chair.
I remove my nylons, making sure that Miss Hollywood gets the same view of my pussy that a customer would get.
At the same time I tell Miss Hollywood my spiel about extra pay for a big cock.
I then tell her about writing a message on the nylons as another way to earn a big tip.
[I do ask her not to discuss the message thing with the other girls, as I have a living to earn.]