TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE (3 page)

I can't afford to run away, so I just steel myself and walk down the hall and into Room 2, as I have been directed.
 
There's a guy there already waiting for me.
 
I hope he can't see how scared I am.

The guy looks like nothing at all.
 
He's average height, maybe a little pudgy with a face that's neither really handsome nor really ugly.
 
He must be about the same age range as my father.
 
I feel sort of crawly all over, but it's whore or starve for Nocturne.

I have been coached as to what to say to a customer.
 
Strangely enough, it's actually true.
 
I tell him, “OK, you need to take it a little easy with me because I'm really new at this and I just don’t have a lot of experience.”

The guy’s face lights up.
 
He obviously buys my line and he begins to live out his dream.
 
He's a rampaging barbarian who is about to rape the (ahem!) beautiful Princess.

He starts to strip off his clothes.
 
I take my time removing my nylons.
 
I make sure he gets a good view of my pussy as I remove them.
 
I'm hoping that he'll get so excited seeing me that he'll come without my having to fuck him.
 
Yeah, right.
 
I also remove the French bra I was supposed to remove first.
 
I waited to remove the French bra because it doesn’t hide anything anyway.

By now, the customer is nude and has a big erection sticking out.

I gulp and tell him that he must put on a condom first!
 
I point to the rules posted on the wall.
 
I then put my shoes back on and walk over next to the bed.
 
If I climb onto the bed, I'm officially a whore.
 
A thousand thoughts race through my mind, but I see no way out of my predicament.

As he puts on the condom, I kick off my shoes and climb onto the bed, still wearing the lace garter belt.
 
Desiree has told me that I'm always to wear the garter belt.
 
It's a sort of tradition at The Pussycat Lounge that the girls are never naked.
 
Nude yes, naked no.

Despite my dread, I find that I'm so excited, in spite of myself, that my pussy is really lubed and ready to go.

The customer climbs onto the bed and sticks his big, hard cock inside me.
 
I feel the usual sexual excitement along with the sinking feeling that I'm now officially a whore.
 
I try to concentrate on the excitement.

The guy’s body is much softer than the hard teen bodies I have experienced in the past.
 
However, his cock is as hard as the boys I knew back when I was just a girl instead of a whore.

He pumps his cock into me.
 
I use my internal muscles to provide what I hope is the right amount of friction to bring him off as quickly as I can.
 
I remember Desiree’s earlier warning about not being a 'dead meat girl.'
 
I move a bit under the guy and urge him on with sighing words to indicate that he's the best lover I have ever had.

The guy shoves his hard cock inside me for a while and I'm becoming quite excited.
 
Suddenly, I can feel him changing speed and getting ready to come.
 
I clamp down on him and I can feel him shoot his cum into the condom over a couple/three hard, slow strokes.
 
As he comes, I'm drawn into a real climax, not the fake climax I had planned.
 
I moan and sigh loud enough to wake the dead.

As the guy finishes, I'm pinned underneath him and unable to roll and shove him off of me.
 
He's still breathing like a steam engine and he wants to rest a bit.

I tell him that he was so strong, so manly, so good that I actually climaxed.
 
I then tell him, “A girl working in a place like this just doesn't do that too often!”
 
(Translation, “I'm deserving of a big tip here!”)

He begins to recover a little and slowly rolls partly off me.
 
I then manage to extract myself from under him and get up.
 
I retrieve my shoes and toss the guy a towel.
 
I also use a towel, shyly turning my back.
 
I'm shocked when he walks over to me and I damn near panic!
 
However, he's come to give me a tip!
 
I smile a big, real smile for him and he kind of backs over to his clothes.
 
(Hell, he's probably as embarrassed as I am!)

I then gather the rest of my ‘clothes’ and get set to slip out the back of Room 2.
 
I tell the guy, “You were really exciting!
 
Be sure to ask for Nocturne the next time.”

I slip out the back door and walk quickly down the corridor to the back entrance to the ladies dressing room.
 
There's some oaf watching the door so that a customer doesn't just wander in by accident.
 
I walk past the guard, trying not to notice him.

I finish getting cleaned up in the rest room.
 
While I'm cleaning myself, I try to imagine that I'm also removing the filthy, dirty feeling I have.
 
That doesn't work, so I imagine the money I have just made.
 
That works!

I walk back and take a seat in the ladies dressing room.
 
The Stage Manager pops his head in to see if I'm ready, but I tell him, “One more round first.”
 
I'm giving up a chance to get fucked again right away, but I'm tired and I need to rest before I dance again if I'm to do well.

Desiree walks in after one of her dances and asks if I'm all right.

I tell her, “I guess I'm OK, considering.”
 
I also tell her about the tip.

Desiree tells me, “You did OK and you should get some more back room business tonight as the customers like to get at new stuff.”

I realize, at that point, that I'm not really a girl at The Pussycat Lounge.
 
I'm just tits and pussy for the customers to work out their sexual fantasies.
 
The girl is just necessary to allow the tits and pussy to dance and fuck.
 
Oh well, the money is good.

Rich Girl Learns To Whore

T
HE OTHER GIRL FINISHES her turn and then I'm dancing back onto the stage.

I can hear the customers commenting about my red, just fucked pussy.
 
I'm mortified.
 
I have never seen my own (or anyone else’s for that matter) just fucked pussy.
 
I figure they'll laugh me off the stage in disgrace.

The customers don't laugh at me.
 
They're excited by the sight!
 
It slowly comes to me that they're thinking that some other customer has fucked the girl who's dancing and they just might try some of the 'new stuff' themselves.

I'm shocked to realize that I hope that a customer does decide to fuck me.
 
I need money and I either fuck the money out of the customers or dance the money out of the customers.
 
Fucking is much more profitable.

I begin to see myself changing from rich bitch to struggling young whore.
 
I would much prefer to remain a rich bitch.
 
I would also prefer to eat.
 
I can eat as a whore or starve as a rich bitch.
 
It makes my choice simple, if not terribly appealing.

I give the customers lots of views of my red pussy and lots of views of my firm young breasts.
 
I still don’t know much about the nude dancing business, but I sure as hell know what sells to men!

Despite the previous dancing I did and the fuck to which I submitted, I'm able to get through my second set without too much fatigue.
 
I have begun to figure out how to show it all with a minimum of physical effort.
 
I try to find guys who look like they're perhaps excited enough to pay for a back room fuck and make eye contact with them.
 
However, as I finish and walk backstage, the Stage Manager doesn't give me the back room high sign.
 
I sigh with both relief and disappointment.
 
Then I go back into the ladies dressing room.

There are a couple of girls resting in the dressing room.
 
I pause in front of a full length mirror and check my appearance.
 
I look good, even with a red pussy.
 
If I have descended to being a whore, I'm a damn good looking one!

One of the girls makes some sort of nasty remark and I just tell her “It has to look good if they're gonna pay me good.”

I rest in the dressing room for a while.
 
I then get the signal that my next dance turn is coming up.
 
I get warmed up and then dance my third set.
 
I use everything I know to shake it up good and show ‘em what I got.
 
I'm rewarded for my efforts when one customer calls the waitress over and points at me.

After I finish my dance, the Stage Manager signals me and I meet the customer in a back room.
 
The guy is bigger than my first customer and he's already naked and covered with curly black hair all over.

I begin to strip off my nylons for him, giving him plenty of views of my now experienced pussy.
 
I don’t really expect to get him to come just watching my pussy, but I'm also working for a tip here.
 
With my nylons off, I slowly and sensuously remove my French bra.
 
However, the customer doesn't react.

I put my shoes back on and tell the customer that he has to put on a condom before we start.
 
He doesn’t like it much, but I point out the rules sign on the wall.
 
Among other things it says, 'No condom, no fuck!'

The guy puts on a condom.
 
Despite the fact that he's bigger than the first guy, the second guy’s cock isn't as big.
 
Naïve little me thinks that it should be an easier fuck than last time.
 
Yeah, right.

I walk over to the bed, kick off my shoes and get on the bed.

The second guy joins me on the bed.
 
He has a much harder body than the first guy.
 
He also knows how to use his hard body and his cock.

He slams his cock into my pussy, which is loosened from the first fuck.
 
He gets in me up to his balls and I get excited right away.
 
I move a little under him as he fucks me hard.
 
I'm taking punishment from his pounding body and driving cock.
 
However, I'm also getting so excited that I think I might just climax.
 
I steel myself and manage to use my internal muscles to clamp down on his cock.
 
I finally climax for real and when I climax, he comes!

I make a lot of noise as I climax and he grunts like a pig as he pumps what seems like a world record amount of cum into his condom.
 
He's not exhausted and he manages to roll off me when he finishes.

I'm exhausted, but I manage to roll over and give him a little cuddle.
 
I tell him how good it was and that I climaxed for real.

The boys may talk about dead meat under them.
 
However, once he finishes with me, this guy is dead meat.
 
He doesn't respond to me at all.
 
It's clear to me that I'm not going to get a tip from the guy.
 
I give up the sales effort, roll off the bed, put on my shoes and stagger over to my clothes and the towels.

I throw him a towel and he sits up to see where the towel came from.

The guy sort of sneers at me and tells me, “You had pretty good pussy.”
 
He also tells me, “You know, next time I just might get my cock sucked instead.”
 
He then gives me a really nasty grin and asks, “Do you like cum in your mouth?”

I can't come up with anything clever, so I don't answer him.
 
Instead, I grab my nylons and French bra and stalk out of the back room and down the corridor to the dressing room.
 
I sit down to put my nylons and French bra back on.
 
I'm pretty upset.

One of the girls asks me, “What's the matter?”

I tell her about what the customer just said.

The girl laughs.
 
She tells me, “There's less wear and tear on her body if a girl uses her mouth instead of her you know what.”

Her words echo in my mind and I'm stunned.
 
I have kind of convinced myself that I'll have to fuck to earn a living.
 
However, I have never considered the possibility of having to suck a man’s cock.
 
I don't answer the girl and, instead, attempt to get myself back to a calm state and rest before my next dancing turn.