TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE (17 page)

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Authors: R. Richard

Tags: #Erotica

I then prance over to give the guy his trophy.

To my shock and delight, he gives me a tip!
 
I had hoped for, but didn't really expect, a tip from one of Heat Waves guys.
 
Heat Wave gonna lose the contest!
 
Nocturne gonna win the contest!

Winning a contest is good, but the bottom line is more important.
 
Nocturne is on tonight!

I quickly walk back to the ladies dressing room.

Desiree helps me clean up.

My other Pussycat Lounge girl was in the video monitor room as I went past.
 
After a while, she joins us.

After I finished my strip and left for the back room, Heat Wave did her cheerleader strip.
 
Not too bad an idea, but a cheerleader doesn't wear a garter belt and fancy lace top nylons.
 
The Pussycat Lounge guys like to see bare pussy.
 
However, they like it framed, not plain.

Heat Wave tries to sell the idea that she's a 16-year-old cheerleader.
 
However, she can't act at all.
 
The costume is supposed to do the acting.
 
Good luck!

Heat Wave basically dumps her laundry and then tries to make up for it with a hot, sexy dance.
 
It's an OK dance and maybe even inspired, but it's just another stripper doing what a stripper does.
 
Heat Wave may be a better dancer than me, but she doesn't do the little things that sell the customers on the idea that they're seeing something special.
 
Since most of the guys aren't into the finer points of dancing, much of the really talented stuff that Heat Wave does is wasted.

Heat Wave gets applause.
 
However nothing like the applause that Nocturne got earlier.

The first round of the contest goes easily to Nocturne!

The owner then draws a ticket for a free fuck from the admission tickets from The Pussycat Lounge guys.
 
The ‘random’ draw is won by a fairly average looking guy who works at one of the local health clubs.
 
The guy is all muscle and I think his mother was a steam drill.

Steam drill boy and Heat Wave go into one of the back rooms.

My girl watches as Heat Wave greets steam drill boy with a marked lack of enthusiasm.

Heat Wave is a dancer, not a whore.
 
OK, Heat Wave has to fuck guys now and then.
 
However, from what the girls around town say, she does it as little as possible and never with a lot of enthusiasm.

She jiggles a little for her customer.
 
Steam drill boy doesn't come.
 
He does pull his nine out of his drawers and tells Heat Wave to get on the bed.

Well, no problem, Heat Wave will just get this little boy off and get back to the dance contest.
 
Heat Wave gets on the bed and watches as steam drill boy puts on a condom.

Steam drill boy mounts her and puts his big, thick cock deep within Heat Wave.
 
Heat Wave probably tries to use her internal muscles on the cock inside her.
 
However, steam drill boy is a lot bigger and a lot stronger than Heat Wave.
 
He works the poor bitch until she's in multiple orgasm and then continues to slam that big thing inside her until he's damn well ready to come.
 
He comes over several strokes and then dismounts.

The next thing that Heat Wave remembers is when she tells Taffy something like, “And then a whole motorcycle gang raped me.
 
They took several turns each.
 
Find them and arrest them officer!”

Taffy manages to tell Heat Wave, “Lady, it was just one guy and that guy left muttering something about a lame lay.”

Taffy then tells psychologically destroyed Heat Wave that she's due up for the first dance of the second round and she needs to get her pussy into gear, the customers are waiting.

Heat Wave rolls off the bed and staggers down the hall and into the ladies dressing room.
 
She looks something like the survivor of a nuclear bomb attack.

What Heat Wave needs is rest.
 
She's exhausted by the savage steam drill fuck and she's in no condition to dance.

What Heat Wave gets is the Stage Manager asking her if she wants to dance or give up on the contest?

Heat Wave wants to give up, but that's not really an option.
 
She does make a quick trip to the restroom and then she staggers onto the stage.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The Dance Contest Continues

T
HE SECOND DANCE OF the contest is a straight nude dance.
 
A nude dance is Heat Wave’s main strength.
 
Heat Wave intended to score big in the nude dance.
 
The real professional dancer would show the pretender how it's done.

However, Heat Wave didn't plan on the one-man gang rape she just went through.
 
Heat Wave is pooped, but she tries to cope.

Heat Wave is the first to dance for the nude dance competition.
 
She does a slow, graceful type of dance.
 
Her moves are measured and energy saving.
 
She does show a lot of pussy.
 
However, she doesn't show a lot of wiggle.
 
Showing pussy is always good, but without the wiggle, it's like looking at a photograph.

As my spy tells me that Heat Wave’s last number is finishing up, I'm getting ready.
 
I have had an easy fuck and then I had plenty of time to recover and rest.
 
With my rest, I'm ready to give a high energy performance.
 
I want to contrast my high energy dance with Heat Waves slow, artistic effort.
 
I also have Desiree work in me a little with a dildo so that I'll have a red, just fucked pussy to show the boys.
 
I then get up and stretch to get ready.

Heat Wave staggers off the stage and back into the ladies dressing room.
 
If looks could kill, I would be very dead.

I then show Heat Wave my secret weapon and her jaw drops!
 
Heat Wave can now try to recover physically, knowing she's already lost the contest.
 
Even if Heat Wave recovers physically, she's dead mentally!

I dance onto the stage.
 
I have a high energy song up and I give the boys the wiggle and jiggle they missed with Heat Wave.
 
I show ‘em my red pussy and they like it.
 
However, when the customers see the $20 fuck tip I have tucked in the top of my lace top nylons, the crowd goes berserk!

The boys in the crowd now see not just the pretty lady who'll wiggle her pussy for them; they also see the working whore who can be theirs for just quite a few dollars more!
 
And damn well worth it.

I have already won the second round once the customers see the tip tucked in my nylon.
 
However, I could still snatch defeat from the jaws of victory if I'm careless.
 
I keep the energy level up.
 
I move, I kick and I project raw sex!
 
I damn well take care of the dancing.

The boys are into my act and they let me know it vocally.
 
The cat calls are nasty but inspired.
 
However, Nocturne hears this same kind of material night by night.
 
As usual, with my wealth of previously learned responses, I give them back even better than I'm getting.
 
The crowd loves it!

The first song ends and the second song starts.
 
The second song is also high energy, but with a different beat from the first song.
 
I use the contrast in the song beat to change the rhythm of my dance.
 
The slight change is good, it energizes me, and I don't feel at all tired.

I get through the second song in good form.
 
I know what the boys like and I'm making all the right moves.
 
I show the audience tits, I show 'em jiggle, I show 'em pussy, both the outside and the inside.
 
The feedback from the crowd noise tells me that the crowd also thinks I'm making all the right moves.

The second song ends and I have only the third song to get through to win the second round.
 
Again, the rhythm of the third song changes and I'm doing more different moves during my dance.
 
Once again, the slight change is good and I'm energized all over again.

As I work into the third song, I'm not thinking artistic here, I'm thinking raunchy.
 
My moves are basically all simulated sex and the intensity level goes way up!
 
The crowd gets even more into it than before and I didn't think that was possible.

Finally, some drunk yells that he is going to climb up on stage and fuck me right now!
 
I pull the $20 tip out of the top of my nylon and shake it at the boys.
 
I yell back, “Oh yeah?
 
What am I bid for my pussy?”

I have made a bit of a mistake with my last challenge.
 
But it's a mistake that will build the Nocturne legend!
 
The crowd starts to throw money at me and the customers go nuts!

The bouncers move in and nobody is gonna get up on stage.
 
The money they throw is an incredible cheer for the best damn nude dancer in town!
 
However, the money is also dangerous for me.
 
If I slip on one of the bills, I fall on my ass.
 
Falling on my ass loses me the contest.

I stop moving around the stage and just kind of wiggle in one spot.
 
I make damn sure that I show the boys a lot of open pussy and jiggling tits.
 
I'm projecting even better than Miss. Hollywood showed me.

The third song finishes and it's a few seconds before I even realize it, due to the crowd noise.
 
I then strut off stage.
 
I don't make it back to the dressing room.
 
I hear the crowd response and they're about to tear the place down!

I strut back on stage.
 
The stage is littered with money and I can't dance.
 
What I do is to wander around and pick up money.
 
I pick up a dollar bill.
 
I hold up one finger, then grimace and disdainfully toss it back over my shoulder.
 
I pick up a ten dollar bill and flash five fingers twice then shove the ten in my nylon.
 
It's not possible, but the crowd gets even louder.
 
I pick up a hundred!
 
I show it to the crowd and yell, “One hundred American dollars, yes!”
 
I kiss it.
 
I stuff it in my pussy and strut off stage!

I have to go back out a half dozen times.
 
By the end, the crowd is chanting Nocturne!
 
Nocturne!
 
We finally have to send Desiree and the other Pussycat Lounge girl out to pick up the rest of the money.
 
They're both nude and bending over from the waist.
 
It's a good move and the pussy and ass hole view pleases but quiets the crowd.

There's a little time between the second and third dance contest events.
 
The staff uses the time to quiet the crowd down and also to sell more drinks.

Heat Wave has recovered a little from the steam drill fuck but she's not happy.
 
There have been two dances and I have easily won both of them.
 
Heat Wave basically realizes that I have won the contest.
 
I have beaten her at her best skill and I probably have something else up my sleeve (if I were wearing sleeves, that is.)

At this point, one of the waitresses comes in to tell me that I have the crowd so worked up that it's damn near out of control out there.
 
She says, “I already have more fingerprints on my pussy than the FBI has in their database and you would not believe the tips!”
 
She then scurries back out front to rake in more tips.

However, I have to dance first for the third dance event and Heat Wave can spy on my routine and figure out what she needs to do to beat me.
 
Or so the poor misguided bitch thinks.

The third dance contest is a nude dance with a male partner.

I slipped in the partner dance thing because I thought that Heat Wave would make a basic mistake.
 
She has made the mistake and, even after she watches my act, there's no way that she can recover.

Heat Wave has brought a male partner along.
 
He's a professional dancer and supposedly one of the best in the area.
 
Heat Wave and her boy undoubtedly will dance a sort of nude ballet with lots of fancy dance moves and lots of style and grace.
 
Heat Wave will be nude and her boy will wear a little male bikini.

Nocturne is going to start the third dance contest.
 
I'm not going to try ballet and see if I can beat Heat Wave at what she does better than I do.
 
I have a much better plan.

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