Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 12

Original story: Nick Scipio

Continuation: RogueAlan

Sharon woke in the same place she'd passed out, lying on the foam and nylon "Stage" that had been set in the ZB great room. She was relieved that someone had covered her with a blanket, and saw the bag in which her costumes had been provided had been set to one side. Rubbing her head, she paused, finding the horns Joyce and Kelly had glued into place the night before were still there. She suppressed a groan when she first tried to get up-- her entire body ached. She lay still for several minutes, remembering the night before, amazed that she'd taken most of the football team several times. Her head throbbed when she shook it in amazement, reminding her she'd had far too much to drink. Her bladder was protesting the delay, though. She struggled upright, absently letting the sheet fall away from her body. She looked down, realizing her breasts were on display, and shrugged after a moment of panic-- no one in the frat hadn't seen them before. She stood, looking with some dismay at the dried cum flaking away from her legs and off of the costume. She picked up the grocery sack and hobbled gingerly toward the bathroom in the heels which had somehow stayed on her feet throughout the evening.

She sighed, pausing as she tried to settle onto the stool. Whoever had covered her up had also replaced the 'tail' in her ass. She didn't wonder that she hadn't noticed on the walk to the bathroom. Fortunately, the long nylon tail had draped to the side, and she leaned forward, slipping it out easily enough, and absently wrapped the tail around her hand to keep it off of the floor as she relaxed her sphincters. She groaned quietly as the pressure in her bladder eased. Only as she stood did she realize she hadn't bothered to close the door to the cramped single stall off of the great room. She sat back down, remembering her heels, not caring that any of the frat members might walk in.

The straps at the top buckled into place, and fit her ankle tightly; it was no wonder they'd stayed on. She took them off, and tucked them into the bag, along with the tail. Her purse, as well as the skirt and blouse she'd bought on Saturday were in the bag, along with the sluttier version of the outfit that she'd worn the night before. The thong and bra she'd been wearing on the drive back were missing. Typical. She smiled, seeing the black bong she'd used the night before had been put into the bag.

She chose the more conservative blouse over the mini-skirt, after spending a minute cleaning the worst of the matted, dried, and drying jism off of her thighs, she dressed. She rinsed the stiff butt of the 'tail' off, putting it and the rest of her costume from the night before into the bag before she slipped out of the bathroom and returned to the frat's main room.

There were a few brothers snoring quietly on the couches and love seats that were strewn about. The clock above the big fireplace read 10:14. Her first class was long over, she wasn't about to go to the 2nd class dressed as she was. She considered trying to find something to eat, but opted to see if Shaun was still in his room and had her keys. She climbed the stairs, remembering as she did the fun of the prior night as she'd won the series of tests to become Demon Bitch. She absently touched the horns poking from her hair, smiling to herself.

She knocked, then went into Shaun and Dave's room when no one answered. She paused, seeing long brunette hair draped over Dave's arm, and red hair spilling over the edge of Shaun's raised bunk. She knew what she felt as she saw that: jealousy. She told herself she shouldn't feel that way-- it was one or another of her Sisters, after all, and she'd certainly been busy with other frat members the night before. She looked around, finding her keys were sitting on the desk beside Dave's impressive computer system. She paused, wondering just how many images and movies of her parading about naked and having sex with young black men were on the hard drive. She shivered, reminded again how precarious her life was; she was their sex toy and had no real say in the matter.

Slipping out of the room, she thought that it was a good thing they were at least making sure she enjoyed herself. She went out the side door and around to find her car. Approaching from the front, she didn't see the new ZB Bitch bumper sticker that had been applied, as well as a license plate frame with the ZB letters and "Size Does Matter" alternating. She did have to readjust the seat, as Dave had completed the drive to the frat. She bit her lip, imagining what he and Kelly had been doing along the way.

Safely back at her apartment, Sharon took a long shower, relieved as she luxuriated under the steaming spray that she hadn't awoken to more garish or obscene permanent marker "artwork" or worse. The frat members seemed uninterested in marking her with hickies, and she did not find any bruising; she mused she could go home and Chris would never know how she had spent the night before.

She dried off, then donned the thin robe that hung in her closet. She noticed absently it was time to do the laundry, but found she was too tired to consider sorting or even carrying the pile out of the closet. She sat down after retrieving a single serving bottle of Asti and an orange from the fridge" It was time to go to the grocery store, as well. She tried to remember if she had eaten dinner. The last real meals she remembered were what she had at home.

Sharon shrugged, reminding herself she also didn't remember the last time she had been to the gym. She resolved to go to the student's center after her afternoon classes. On the way home she could get groceries, too. Standing, she groaned quietly-- they hadn't bruised her, but she could definitely tell she'd worked hard in the past 12 or 18 hours. Instead of throwing on sweats for class as she'd intended, Sharon flopped onto the bed, face down. She didn't bother climbing under the covers before sleep took her.

Sharon groaned as a hand shook her shoulder again. She blinked awake, embarrassed to realize she'd drooled onto the pillow while she was sleeping. She sat up, as always thinking for a moment she was at home and Chris was waking her up for another day of the life she'd known before school.

Dave was sitting on the edge of her bed. She managed a smile, then checked the clock. Blue numbers told her it was after 6PM.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, rolling over entirely, suddenly worried that she had missed something; the last thing she wanted was to make Dave or Shaun angry. The young man just smiled and shook his head.

"Naw, we just weren't sure if you'd gone home or what." he tweaked a nipple that had been exposed in her turn, "Shaun wanted to make sure you were all right." Sharon smiled in relief; it felt good that Shaun had been worried about her.

"Oh, no, I just figured everyone was tired and so I should head home to get cleaned up." She had a sudden thought, "Am I supposed to be uhm, hosting anyone tonight?" Dave chuckled at her euphemism.

"Naw, we figured the Demon Bitch needed some time to recover, so no day work for our prize ZB Bitch." He stood up from the bed, heading toward the doorway, "Shaun told me you're worried about being seen on our little movies." Sharon nodded.

"You said it was just for you, the pictures." she knew it was useless to argue, but couldn't help herself. She bit back a new wave of guilt and embarrassment at how easily she'd been duped.

"But they are just for us." Dave answered, "Most of what you do with us is only for Shaun and I to look at to remember when you aren't around." Sharon eyed him skeptically. He shrugged, "Of course, what you do with the rest of the frat... Hell, they have us have everyone sign the release forms when they visit the frat. Mostly it's so women don't have fun, then get cold feet and cry "****" later. But over the years, you're right, they've found it's simply too good an opportunity to pass up. So yeah, we splice the best bits of you and the other girls at our parties. The movies and the web sites bring in millions, Sharon." Sharon swallowed-- the number seemed too big to believe. "There's not a chance that's gonna stop." She waited, wondering if he had a proposition.

"Isn't there anything you can do?" she asked when he didn't go on, "I mean, you must hide the identities of the frat members, right?" Dave shrugged.

"Sure, some of them."

"So why not hide mine, too?" He snorted.

"It's no lie you've got a rockin' body, babe, but there wouldn't be much interest if we hid who you are.” Sure, for awhile, I guess, but only because they'd demand that we show who you were, or they'd try to find out by getting around whatever I did. It'd mean there was more interest in who that married white wife was, you understand?" Sharon nodded mutely; it did make sense. "But like I said, it's mostly from the ZB parties that we get footage." Sharon nodded more eagerly, hoping he had an answer. "We expect you to pull your weight, you know, but if you don't want to be filmed at the parties, we may be able to work around that." Sharon sighed in relief.

“Thank you!” she clutched at Dave’s muscular arms, “I’ll keep… hosting,” she went on, “and anytime you or Dave or the other brothers need… relief…” she blushed and couldn’t finish. Dave just nodded.

“You understand sometimes we’ll still need you at our parties…” she nodded reluctantly, but assured herself Chris would never know what she was doing in her apartment at school. “I’ll run the numbers,” Dave went on, “and I’ll get back to you in a day or two.” He’d moved beyond the doorway. Sharon blinked, wondering why he hadn’t asked for her to at least blow him. She wondered if he’d left, when she heard his voice, “But you’d better get ready, now… I think your first ‘client’ is due in the next hour.”

Sharon wanted to remind him he had just told her they were going to give her some time to recover, but knew she didn’t have a choice. She paused, robe hanging open, as she pondered whether to empty her bladder, to grab a bite to eat, or to do a hit off of the bong to take the edge off before her visitor arrived.

Remembering the new bong that’d been left in the bag, she grabbed it and a ZB Bitch tank top out of the drawer and headed to the bathroom; she could manage two before she went to work…



Sharon was more than irritable when Dave walked in a week and a half later. She’d been in the shower, and leapt out into the front room hearing someone moving around, worried it was another ‘ZB Payback,’ as she’d come to think of them. She’d tried to get ahold of him repeatedly beginning the Thursday after the ‘Halloween’ party, but neither he nor Shaun had responded to her calls. and when she had tried to visit the Frat Friday night, she had arrived to find a party in full swing. One or another of the ZB Brothers had invited her in and had provided her with the night’s booze du jour before another had calmly but firmly insisted that she needed to leave ‘for her own good.’ He had calmly explained that Dave had told everyone she wasn’t going to be partying with the frat except for the special occasions while escorting her out of the House.

Sharon had gone home to find a disgruntled young TA sitting on her porch. He’d complained that she’d made him wait for 30 minutes, and had only backed off when Sharon had asked if she needed to call Shaun to see if another Sister could help him out. That had been proof he was bluffing in making his threats, and Sharon had responded in a much more aggressive manner than she would ever think of attempting with anyone in the frat.

She’d roughly stripped the young man down, sucking his unimpressive cock almost violently, knowing she was over-stimulating him. He’d barely managed to get between her legs with the condom on before he’d cum, and Sharon had simply lay beneath him, making it more than plain he’d done nothing for her. Not wanting anyone to complain or refuse future aid to the Frat, she was usually almost comical in her vocal encouragement and theatrical in her feigned orgasms. He’d left, obviously aware that he’d been less than adequate in her performance, and Sharon had enjoyed at least briefly the sense of power she felt from that.

In fact, his very presence was an example of why she’d been trying to reach Shaun or Dave. Starting the evening after Dave had visited, she’s serviced 5 various toadies of the Frat before falling asleep in thoroughly sex messed sheets. A knock on the door the next morning had interrupted her preparations for school, and instead of making her classes, she’d spent the day servicing an unending stream of ZB Brothers and chip holders. There was barely time to clean up between visitors. Having grown used to the 2 or 3 guests 3 nights a week, Sharon had been desperate for a break on the weekend by Thursday, when it’d become obvious her new ‘schedule’ wasn’t temporary. In the first 3 days of the week, she’d had sex no fewer than 29 times. The relentless ‘3 in the morning,’ ‘4 in the afternoon,’ and ‘5 at night’ left her no time to shop or eat. and she certainly hadn’t made it to the gym.

She’d tried to call Dave, anxious to ask whether she was being punished for something, and later Shaun, wondering if he knew what Dave was doing to her, without success. After her 7 visitors for Friday day, she’d been determined to get answers, and after a week without any real sexual satisfaction, she’d also hoped to get off several times, so being turned away at the Frat had bruised her ego. There was little time to think about it, thought… A knock at the door as she wandered her small place, still naked from the last coupling, was proof enough she wouldn’t be taking Friday off. She didn’t bother dressing, opening the door stark naked, as she’d done occasionally early on in her service of ZB. But the deer in the headlights expression on the face of a notable professor in the journalism college offered the exhausted white housewife no pleasure.



By the time Dave sauntered into her apartment, Sharon had been desperately considering leaving to go home, no matter what ZB did; She’d stopped counting at 60, but was guessing it’d been nearly 80 visitors. From the look her neighbor offered as she went to the Range Rover to get the few groceries she’d grabbed in passing Sunday afternoon in the expected lull between the day and night shifts, Sharon was sure that the sour biddie knew what was happening in her rental. Honestly, she wouldn’t have taken the chance that she might miss a ‘customer,’ but had run out of the once seemingly excessive stock of condoms. She’d grabbed what she could at the nearby Walgreens, so it wasn’t proper groceries at all. The weed hadn’t run out, but she’d simply been too busy to load the bong to make what she was doing seem safely distant.

She didn’t wonder how Dave had a key to her apartment. She didn’t ask if he was worried it was nearly 8 and she was supposed to be in class. Sharon knew that the only thing that mattered to Dave was what he wanted to do. Watching him helping himself to a bowl of her cereal-- the last bowl of cereal, she was fairly certain-- Sharon felt relief, mixed with anger and arousal and submission. She turned back into the bedroom, intentionally selecting the school mascot sweats to hide as much of herself as she could from Dave’s gaze. He’d moved to the couch when she came out, still working on what had been supposed to be her breakfast.

“You win,” she said tonelessly, flopping onto the couch within reach if he was interested.

“What do I win?” Dave asked, brow furrowing as he set the empty bowl on the counter.

“I give up… I’ll perform at your parties… I won’t complain about being on video, anymore.” Dave tilted his head.

“Are you telling me you want your hubby to find out what you’re doing?” Sharon shook her head, eyes going wide at the very thought.

“God, no!” she guessed then that he had been teasing her. “Dammit, I told you I have to protect my marriage… So I’ll do whatever you want, but I’m begging you to be careful where people see my face…” she stopped, sure begging wouldn’t help. “If he finds out and I’m ruined, I certainly won’t be making you money as the married white black cock whore or whatever it is you’re marketing me as…” Dave shrugged.

“I understood that, Shar’,” he pointed to the jar on the mantle, “That’s why we changed the schedule.”

“Changed the schedule?” Sharon choked a bitter laugh, “You changed the schedule? I haven’t been out of the house some days I’ve been servicing so many guys… They’re not even frat members,” she didn’t stop to think about what she was pouting about as she pounded a fist on her thigh, “I’m about out of weed, I don’t have food. I haven’t been to class or the gym… I couldn’t even enjoy the party this weekend where I might’ve actually had some good sex, instead of just sex. Dammit, I haven’t cum since the Halloween party,” she was embarrassed at having admitted that, but it was true.

“So you don’t want to star in our videos, but working like this to show your appreciation for our taking care of you isn’t as much fun as it was when you were performing?” Dave asked her skeptically. Sharon nodded, fighting back tears. “You’re not upset about having so much sex… just that it’s not good sex?”

“I didn’t say that!” Sharon blushed as she argued, “I… I enjoy sex at the parties… God, I love that sex. and I’m willing to help out… I’ve been doing that for weeks, now,” she didn’t stop to wonder just how she’d gotten to the point that she was actually ‘willing’ to have sex with strangers. “But I didn’t get to a single class… I barely had my clothes on last week. and there was no break at all during the weekend!” Dave shrugged.

“It’s an example of how much your putting out on tape was helping us,” he said, “Honestly, everything you did last week doesn’t touch what your last DVD is still bringing in.” He stopped, rubbing his chin for a moment. “But I can’t argue… sex non-stop day in and day out would get old, even for me.” Sharon sighed in relief and sank back in the couch, hoping the latest ordeal was over. Dave’s cell rang.

He answered, spoke for a few moments with someone, then snapped his fingers and told whoever he was talking to that he had ‘just the ticket.’ He hung up, waving the phone at Sharon.

“I think that’s called ‘serendipity,’ he chuckled, “This could be just the trick.”

“What?” she asked. He waved the cell phone again.

“Let’s take a field trip, my favorite BZ Bitch. Suit up; you know the drill.” Sharon bit her lip, but she didn’t argue. She searched for several minutes before finding even a ZB tank and short combination that didn’t need laundering… She scolded herself-- she simply had to get some chores done.

Dave drove the Range Rover. He set a drink glass with punch she remembered having before in the cup holder, and without a word he pulled away from the curb. They headed out of town and reached the interstate. For a desperate moment Sharon wondered if they were going back to have sex in her marital bed again. Instead he turned west on the highway. They were almost to the next little town before he pulled off, but the time had passed quickly enough for Sharon… she’d been blowing him from the moment they’d pulled away from the curb, pausing only to drink some of her punch whenever he told her to do so.

Wiping her mouth as she sat up when the car came to a stop, Sharon blinked in confusion at the big plain white on black sign: Lion’s Den. There were a handful of cars parked in the gravel lot, none of them newer than 5 or 6 years. She realized it had been a gas station just off of the highway. The brick front was covered with placards describing ‘magazines,’ ‘adult videos,’ and ‘toys.’ Sharon blushed, realizing Dave had brought her to a sex shop.

“Where are we?” she asked him, anyway.

“Don’t worry,” Dave waved away her question, “This isn’t close to campus… We’re just playing here.” Sharon climbed out when he did, as ever acutely aware of how she was dressed, and how men would look at her. She tried to remember if she’d eaten breakfast. She wondered for a moment where Dave had gotten the punch she’d been drinking… she didn’t have any at her place, she didn’t think. She knew tere was booze in it-- she was a little buzzed. She giggled, aware she should be happy about that, or she would’ve been too nervous to go through with shopping with him like he planned. She hurried to follow him into the low single story building, that quickly forgetting she had even wondered about the punch.

“You told me you hadn’t cum, right?” Dave teased, she was sure loudly enough someone else had heard. Sharon blushed but nodded, looking around, checking for reaction from any of the few other customers in the shop. Obviously a couple had, the way they were smirking; she shifted uncomfortably, though, realizing every eye in the place was fixed on her. “We’ll get you taken care of, then,” Dave assured her, seemingly oblivious to the others.

He led her down an aisle that reminded her of the racks at Blockbuster, except every cover showed people having sex or getting ready to have sex. Her eyes noted the genres…

Amateurs, Anal, Asians… She glanced back over the rows of ‘amateur’ titles, desperately hoping not to see herself. Cheating, Celebrities, Creampie, Cuckolding… Fetish, Gang Bang, Girl on Girl… Interracial-- she scolded herself for the wave of heat the bloomed as she looked at several of the titles. Jannine, Jenna, Oral, Orgy… Sharon told herself there were so many title there was no way her husband would ever see whatever tapes she was in.

She saw the rack of blow up dolls, and was surprised to find there were men’s torsos, as well. Glancing around, Sharon checked, but found she was the only woman in the store. Wherever she looked, she saw the other customers watching her. Dave pointed at the racks of fetish clothing.

“May have to get you some toys, to play with,” he teased, “But for now I’ve got something specific in mind…” They stopped at the glass display counter, and the simpering, spectacled clerk made Sharon’s skin crawl, but she was past reacting to that… She stood passively as Dave rubbed the small of her back, then pulled her close.

“My man,” he said, acting as if the clerk was another frat brother, rather than a terminal dweeb who’d never score with any woman, “You might not recognize it, but you’re in the presence of greatness.” The clerk just blinked, failing in his effort to take his eyes off of Sharon’s chest. He licked his lips.

“I dunno what you mean, man,” he looked up into Sharon’s eyes but nearly flinched, his gaze settling on her breasts once again. Dave laughed.

“Naw, I guess you wouldn’t… not while she’s dressed, anyway.” Sharon blushed at that. The clerk’s eyes rose, and he stared at her intently. After a moment he shook his head. Dave just chuckled, easily turning Sharon ½ around. She realized the other customers were watching her, having heard what Dave had said. Dave’s hand applied pressure and she dutifully bent at the waist. He flipped the bottom of her tank up, baring her lower back. “Does this look familiar?” he asked. Sharon could almost feel the clerk lean forward.

“Sure, but there’s lots of sluts have…” he trailed off, then, watching her more closely as she stood up and turned around. “Wait a minute… Is this… This that new gal?” Dave nodded, smiling widely.

“Yep, this is Mrs. Sharon S,” he nodded, “In the flesh, so to speak.” Sharon was afraid to look around… she could feel the others moving closer. She tried to tell herself Dave had announced her, but it was obvious the clerk had seen her ‘performances’ before. “See, we’ve got a little bit of a problem, though,” Dave went on. He’d slipped a hand beneath the waistband of Sharon’s shorts, and was kneading her ass cheek as he held her close, “She’s been working so hard she hasn’t gotten to… enjoy herself, if you know what I mean.” Sharon blushed, but her body was responding to Dave’s teasing hand; she rubbed her thighs together, aware of her budding excitement. “Seems she got away from home without her friend… What can you suggest?” Suddenly animated, the clerk couldn’t get the case between them open fast enough.

“We’ve got some great choices,” his patter reminded Sharon of a car salesman, “From these new ‘ben wa’ balls that have a built in vibrator and a remote control,” he pointed at a small package, priced at $79, “To the mother… er, father, of all dildos,” he pointed to a floppy dildo thicker than a salami, priced at $129. Dave shrugged, “She’s taken that… Let’s do that remote control unit… It’s a little small,” he winked at the clerk, “But that’s a cool trick.” He looked along the case. Sharon couldn’t help but look, as well. There were long but very thin dildos, short, squat dongs, double dildos, forked rubber cocks, and vibrators in as many sizes. Dave pointed and the clerk brought out another smaller vibrator, ‘the Butterfly’ that was also advertised as having a remote control. He pointed again and again, and the clerk extracted a heavy, chocolate brown dildo about as thick as a can of tennis balls, and the ‘real life Rex Iron’ vibrating dildo.

“We have a cool new panty,” the clerk told Dave, “Did you see ‘Homely Honesty?’ They used an earlier version of it,” he explained, pulling a box off of a display on the wall behind the counter, “It’s another remote unit… There’s a vibrator in the front of the panty, like the Butterfly, but without all the funky straps. It’s crotchless, so you can still… you know, and the remote has 3 settings-- that’s more than the butterfly.” Dave nodded.

“Sounds good,” he pushed the Butterfly box back toward the clerk, “Guess we can skip this one, then.” The clerk nodded, putting the box back under the counter. “Guess we’ll need plenty of lube, too, won’t we,” Dave nudged Sharon. She was horrified, but managed to nod in agreement. The clerk pointed, and Dave stepped away, leaving the nervous, aroused housewife standing alone with all other eyes in the store on her as the frat Brother selected a 40 ounce bottle of Astroglide, and a 24 ounce bottle of ‘warming lube.’ When Dave nodded, the clerk started to ring things up. Sharon hesitantly provided her credit card, horrified the mousy little man would know her full name, and worried about how the charge would appear on the monthly statement.

Even as the clerk started to run the card, though Sharon cleared her throat, having noticed the display beside the register.

“C-condoms,” she murmured, then repeated it more loudly. The clerk paused. Though the prices were greater than she paid at the grocery store, she wasn’t sure when she’d get there again. She reached out, randomly choosing 4 separate boxes which the clerk rang up. She blinked at the total… more than $200. She worried, as she signed the credit slip, what Chris might think when he checked the statement at the end of the month. She realized Dave had said something to the clerk, but she didn’t know what.

“Sorry man,” the chubby clerk shook his head, “I wish we had one… she’d be perfect. All we’ve got is a few loop booths. Dave shrugged.

“They outfitted?” he winked at the clerk, who snorted.

“Oh yeah… every time the owner tries to prevent it, they have it redrilled within a couple days. So she gave up.” Sharon blinked at that, surprised the owner of the place was a woman. Or maybe she’d misheard. Dave was pulling a $20 out of her purse, handing it to the clerk. The man eyed Dave in surprise, then shrugged, pocketing the bill and handing the BZ Brother a key.

“It’s got a room on each side?” Dave asked, and the clerk nodded. Dave smiled, “Good… got to make sure my girl here gets off. Catching Sharon’s hand, Dave led her along the counter and down a narrow, dingy hall. She frowned at a series of doors with single numbers to each side, eight in all. Dave paused, sliding the key into the lock above the pass knob of the door labeled ‘3.’ Inside, a single bulb hung down. There was a flat panel monitor behind a plexiglass screen, with a bench bolted to the floor. The wood plank of the bench was scored and marked by past visitors, and graffiti marred the walls. Sharon blushed at the 1st reading of what past occupants had thought important enough to leave behind.

She sniffed; the room smelled dank, with a familiar undertone she couldn’t place at the moment. Then again, her head was buzzing… she’d guessed there was more than a little booze in the punch Dave had given her, and Dave wasn’t giving her time to focus or ask questions as he pushed her into the room and followed her, snapping his fingers as he saw the slot for the DVD player protected behind the front wall.

“Whoops, I forgot to get us some entertainment,” he paused, pulling a little HD camera out of a pocket of his jacket. He reversed the unit, holding it out toward Sharon. She blinked, seeing 2 black suction cups. “Lick them for me, little slut,” Dave told her. Sharon complied, and the BZ brother deftly stuck the camera near one corner of the room. Using the rotating view screen to check the angle, the big black man nodded, “That’ll do… We’ll get you off in no time, now, little Bitch… I’ll go get a disc, you get…” he pawed through the bag, selecting the Rex Iron dildo, “This lubed up and working that sexy cunt.” Sharon noded, accepting the boxed cock and the bottle of lube Dave had selected. He opened the door, holding up the key, “Go ahead and strip for me, Shar’,” he winked, “I’ve got the key… Be a moment.” and then he was gone. She waited until she had heard the door click, then stripped down-- it wasn’t hard, no more clothing then she was wearing. She looked around, hanging the clothes on a hook on the door back, then opened the rubber dildo, smearing a liberal amount of the vaguely coconut smelling gel over the ropey veined rubber surface.

She bit her lip, a little embarrassed at how big the rubber cock was, and at her easy certainty she could take it all. God knew she was already wet enough. She fingered her seam, amazed to find she was almost dripping wet. She’d sat down on the bench, facing the door. She waited a moment, expecting Dave to be back, but anxious about what he would do if she wasn’t using the big cock when he returned, she used the fingers of her left hand to spread her labia, then carefully fitted the thick mushroom tip of the dildo against her sex.

Seeing the blinking red light overhead on the small camera, Sharon was suddenly overcome with a need to peform… She imagined the frat brothers cheering her on as she leaned back and spread her long legs, giving the camera a clear shot as she worked the dildo into her sex, pushing until there was resistance. She let her head sag back, moaning softly, and pulled the thick rubber cock up, pressing it against her clit before she began to move it in and out… God, it felt so good. She giggled, surprised she was already close to a climax… it was so much easier than sex had been with the endless stream of campus flunkies.



Outside the little room, Dave smiled as he watched the handheld unit that picked up the wireless signal his little camcorder was broadcasting to the receiver tucked safely in the back of the Range Rover. They’d really hit the jackpot with this hottie. He glanced at the disc he’d chosen… the latest release including what Sharon had ‘bartered’ for her tattoos and piercing, followed by the BZ Halloween party. He’d scored a copy from the clerk for free after explaining what he had in mind… the clerk and every other guy in the place had grabbed up every other copy.

“All right now,” he whispered to the crowd filling the hall, “Give me a minute to get our girl really going.”

“Looks like she’s doing fine on her own,” one of the patrons laughed. Dave ignored him.

“You want a taste of a pro, and I need something new for the next disc,” he reminded them all, “No names, don’t try anything stupid and you’ll have a story to tell your buddies, and video to back it up,” he pointed out, “If you don’t want to be seen except as a cock, just look that way,” he pointed toward the front of the store, “The moment you leave.”

“How’re we going to get to enjoy the show,” someone else complained. Dave resisted the urge to sigh.

“I’m going to have Frank plug this in to the master unit,” Dave waved his handheld receiver, “It’ll play what the camera is seeing on all the TV’s except this room, right Frank?” the small clerk nodded his head eagerly. Dave was betting the little man was going to record it, but it’d be just one feed. He’d already set up a 2nd to record the various ‘customers’ going in and out of the rooms in the hallway, and had 2 more he planned to put up once things were going… He’d have footage nobody at the Lion’s Den would be able to use. “Don’t get overeager,” he cautioned, “Wait until I do this,” he waved an ‘OK’ sign over his head, “Then take turns… Don’t fight, she’s gonna be more than able to handle the lot of you.” There were murmured comments, but no one was arguing… just a look at the case for anyone who hadn’t heard of the newest local porn sensation was enough to quash any worry she’d poop out.

“Uhm, you want me to set it up?” the clerk held out a hand and Dave handed him the little receiver unit. “I’ll keep the money up front.” Dave nodded.

“Good… and the releases, too… make sure they’re signed… If there’s any trouble from this, you’re the one we’ll be able to find,” he didn’t need to sound ominous… the gathered customers were all more than eager to experience what would usually be only a ‘I never thought these stories were real until it happened to me,’ bit in Penthouse. “and careful, guys,” he warned, “If I see a cock come through without a raincoat I’ll lop it off.” A couple at the edge drifted back, he was fairly sure, to grab some condoms off of the display. “C’mon,” he reminded them, wanting to offer more carrot than stick, “This is one hot piece of ass… She’s gonna blow your mind, and when we’re done she’ll pose with each of you, so don’t screw it up for everybody.” He realized they hadn’t talked about that, “In fact, since you’ll probably want her to sign a disc or something, talk about it with Frank, here, while I make sure she’s good to go… He’ll decide what it’ll cost for the picture and anything you want signed.” He didn’t have to set it up to be sure the mousy clerk would give up half of whatever he made on that little side venture… This sort of even was going to make the Lion’s Den more famous than any other adult hole in the state. He smiled and winked, “Well, guys, I guess I’m off to get her going.” Motioning for the others to be quiet, he used the key to slip into the room.



Dave paused, after getting into the small booth. Sharon was truly an awe inspiring site. She was leaning far back, head back, legs spread wide as she worked the big rubber cock in and out, using the entire length except for what was in her petite hands. Her nipples stood up proudly, skin flushed with arousal, breath panting audibly in the narrow room. Dave stepped around her, running his fingers up her right inner thigh as he passed. She groaned.

“Don’t stop, little BZ Bitch,” he chuckled, “Lemme get this going, and then we’ll have some fun.” He put the disc in the player, nodding when it immediately began to spin up, not requiring the usual quarters… Frank was on the job. At the same time, he deftly affixed the other cameras, near a front corner and in the middle of the front wall above the monitor, and made sure they were on. The small screens he turned so he could always check what was being captured. Sharon’s eyes were still closed… he guessed she was cumming, the way she was shivering and jerking. He pushed the button, advancing through the ‘home scene’ of her movie, then speeding through most of the piercing and tattoos.

“… want your cock… fuck me, baby… please fuck me!” Sharon moaned, hearing her voice over the room’s carefully concealed speakers.

“Why do I get to fuck you, sexy bitch?”

“Ahh… I have to… have to pay you.” On screen the pretty white housewife arched her back in obvious pleasure as the tattoo artist thrust his naked cock into her cunt.

“Yeah, that’s right… What’d this fine ass buy you?”

“Oh ,God… I wanted some piercing.” Dave laughed, seeing Sharon watching herself on the screen, upside down because of her position on the bench.

“Damn you are such a hot slut,” he taunted, “That’s been a best seller… Got women all over the Midwest rushing out to get matching 3 and 2’s,” he smiled at Sharon, whose eyes were still fixed on the screen as her hands worked the rubber cock in and out, more fervently then when he’d entered. “Ain’t you hot shit, BZ Bitch?” Sharon bit her lip and nodded. She’d just had a wonderful climax with the big cock, but it wasn’t enough. She giggled, wondering what kind of slut she must be. Dave unzipped, “Between that and watching you with ol’ Rex there,” his cock sprang free, “I don’t think I need any more oral if you’re ready to take the real thing.” Nodding, Sharon eagerly yanked the big dildo out of her open, drooling sex. She scrambled to her feet, turning at Dave’s instruction and bending over, bracing her hands on the bench as he moved behind her. “Ever been fucked while watching yourself getting fucked?” he teased, running his cockhead over her wet seam. Sharon whimpered and shook her head in the negative. Dave easily pushed into her from behind. “Well, we’ve got to change that, then, don’t we?”

After getting himself seated, Dave held himself steady, turned slightly to make sure all the cameras could catch the action as the drug and lust fueled housewife humped back at him, impaling herself again and again and again. He smiled, looking alternately where his cock was disappearing into her stretched hole to the action on screen. He leaned over, advancing the footage to the party. He caught her hips, then, slowing her thrusting, laughing when she whined in protest, trying to overcome the resistance of his hands. He easily pushed her almost totally off of his cock before abruptly letting go. Sharon gasped and cried out as she impaled herself fully on his cock. She mindlessly resumed thrusting, hungry to cum again, eyes fixed on what she was doing on the small television screen.

Feeling the tremble of her muscles, Dave guessed she was about to cum again, not that it mattered, really… he knew she’d be so hot she wouldn’t argue with what he was going to do. He’d bet Shaun she’d let him do anything once they were through making money on her… He wasn’t sure, yet, how he was going to prove that, but there were some intriguing possibilities tickling his imagination…

Without hesitation, he raised his hand, giving the ‘OK’ sign. It wasn’t 30 seconds before an average cock jutted through the hole in the wall to one side of the narrow booth.

“Would you look at that?” Dave mused, slowing the pace at which he was fucking the white coed. Sharon moaned, bringing a hand down from pinching her nipples to press at her sex-- she wanted Dave to go on fucking into her like he had been. She reluctantly looked away from the standing fucking she was getting on the television, gasping when she saw the cock being presented through the tape lined hole in the sheetrock. She’d never imagined the hole communicated with the booth next door. “Guess we’re getting a little loud,” Dave said, “Don’t want to have the owner calling the police… Maybe you’d better just latch that cocksucking mouth onto him and get him off.” Though humiliated at the thought of blowing a total stranger, Sharon didn’t argue. Dave moved with her as she turned, reaching out to grasp the stranger’s cock and bringing her mouth down.

She was reminded latex didn’t taste good, but Dave was thrusting into her more forcefully again and she was already so close to cumming that she didn’t complain about it, gobbling at the strange cock as if she was starving. He didn’t last long, and she was still just approaching the crest of her next climax when the spent, softening cock pulled out of her mouth and disappeared through the hole in the wall. She was tempted to tilt her head and to look through it, but at that moment Dave turned her, holding her impaled, levering her around by his hands gripping her hips. She saw a flash of the tattoo artist using her as he inked her back, and then found herself staring at a new cock jutting through the taped hole in the opposite wall of the narrow booth.

“Damn girl,” Dave scolded, “You’re so loud everybody wants a taste… Good thing you’re so hot, ain’t it?” she could only nod, and without being told leaned over to begin slurping at the new cock. The muffled groan of pleasure she heard through the wall spurred her on. “You safe, yet, my little slut?” Dave asked. Sharon nodded, understanding what he meant, and when he went still, flooding her channel with his cum a moment later, she was cumming with him, glad for the IUD that’d so recently been placed. “Good,” Dave praised when he was done. He spanked her ass as she bobbed her head on the 2nd strange cock, “You wore me out, little Bitch… guess that’s why you’ve attracted all these admirers.” She paused, looking back to see another new cock had been thrust through the 1st hole. Dave pointed at the cock she’d just released, and she dutifully resumed slurping at the latex clad shaft. He nodded, easily lifting her at the waist, leaving her attached to the stranger’s groin as he turned the lost housewife, bringing her sex in line with the 1st hole. “Bend your knees, slut,” he murmured, and Sharon did, groaning with mingled arousal and embarrassment at what she was doing. She didn’t stop, though, bending her knees and tilting her hips to take the new cock into her just fucked cunt. She pressed herself against the wall, moaning around the cock in her mouth as the new stranger began to thrust into her. Dave chuckled and nodded, stepping out of the majority of the camera’s fields of view and watching as the spitted housewife and mother unhesitatingly took the patrons of the Lion’s Den 2 at a time.

The others never gave Sharon a chance to rest, much less ask what was happening… No sooner would one finish and pull out, someone else was providing her with another new cock. Dave kept track… nobody lasted 5 minutes, but he couldn’t blame them as exciting as doing a real porn star must be for the average American male. Within 45 minutes she’d done everyone at least once… and time some of the patrons had come back for seconds, using Sharon opposite the way they’d 1st enjoyed the black broken beauty. He knew that despite the relative lack in size or experience her admirers showed, Sharon had climaxed repeatedly, as well. Her fingers were steadily working her nipples and clit as she took all comers, and between fellating the customers she’d moaned and sighed in obvious arousal.

All too soon the light on the back camera began blinking… they were running low on batteries. Dave opened the door, stepping into the hall to announce ‘last call.’ Nobody grumbled, and he was pleased not to have to brow beat or humiliate anyone to keep the men in line. A few minutes later, the 2 who’d been using his BZ Bitch were through Sharon sat back on the bench, panting, not caring the door was open and a crowd of men were staring in at her naked, sweat slick body. Dave told her to get up, and the mousy little clerk stepped in. Sharon struggled not to shrink away from the leering little man… she was more than sure he’d already been inside of her, and Dave was there, so she knew better than to argue. Dave told Frank-- that was apparently the clerk’s name-- to take a seat on the bench, and then had Sharon sit on the man’s lap, her legs spread, draped over the clerk’s knees.

Dave invited the clerk to spread her lips or ‘hook a finger into her,’ and the little man awkwardly thrust his finger into her sex over her thigh. In his other hand, he held the filled condom he’d used while fucking her. At a word from Dave, Sharon lifted her opposite leg, keeping the knee straight. She pasted a smile on as Dave snapped not one but 2 Polaroid photos, as well as taking more with his iPhone. She spent several minutes repeating the process as a succession of strangers wandered in, none of them as forward as the clerk had been, thank God. They acted like it was common to do photos like she was doing, so she didn’t hesitate. After everyone had gotten his photo taken-- she realized with some disquiet it hadn’t been Dave’s iPhone but the clerks, as Dave was using the other patrons’ phones as well, when they had her sit on their laps. It was over pretty quickly, and he had her dress, bringing his own iPhone to his ear as he closed the door while she tried to clean up a bit and put her clothes back on.

When she came out, the various patrons were standing around Dave at the counter. Trying not to blush, Sharon approached, and took the Sharpie marker he handed her and began signing the finished Polaroids, as well as the covers and discs of ‘her’ movies that guys she’d just ‘partied with’ had selected from the counter. Less than 90 minutes after arriving, Dave had managed to help the clerk sell out every copy of any movie ‘starring’ Sharon, and assuring a group of very dedicated fans. Dave finished packing up the various things they’d collected-- most importantly the money and security discs from the store-- before he paused in mock consternation. Sharon meekly followed as he led her back to the stopp open booth. He frowned, eyeing the Rex Iron dildo that lay on the bare concrete floor.

“Don’t want to forget that, do we, slut?” he teased, “Pick it up and slide it into that still hot married pussy and we’ll be on our way.” Sharon didn’t hesitate. She collected the dong from the seldom cleaned floor and dutifully pushed the big dildo into her sex before covering the base with the crotch of her thong panties. She shivered, unable to deny how good it felt, or that he’d been right in calling her pussy hot… She hadn’t stopped to count how many times she’d been fucked, but knew she wanted more. She blinked in surprise as Dave collected his cameras… she hadn’t seen them before. A pang of fear echoed, but she knew she could do nothing to stop it; she just had to trust he was serious that it wouldn’t do for them to have Chris find out what a slut she’d become. “Go on out to the car,” Dave told her, handing her the sack he’d been carrying, “and don’t forget your new toys.”

Sharon hurried to comply, rushing out of the store, trying not to meet anyone’s eyes, and embarrassed at the ringing applause that followed her out of the little shop. Dave finished packing away his little HD cameras, then went back, making sure Frank wasn’t holding out a back up camera disc or anything. He knew the camera on the back wall had captured good images of every guy who’d used his new BZ Bitch; telling them where to look to not be seen had been a ruse and Frank had been sharp enough not to argue. Between what had been agreed to and what the clerk ponied up from the impromptu photo and autograph session, Dave had almost $2500. That alone should cement Sharon’s position as ‘Money Maker’ for the year, and it wasn’t even time for winter break. He shook the clerk’s sweaty hand, waved to the lingering customers, and sauntered out to the car.

He wondered if she’d buy into his plan for the week of Thanksgiving… Maybe Shaun would agree he’d won the bet if he could get the Bitch to go, but that could wait… They were more than in the black already with the insatiable white housewife, but Dave wasn’t about to slack off. Having hidden the money from the lust hazed co-ed, he climbed behind the wheel, smiling over where Sharon perched gingerly in the passenger seat, looking alternately toward the road and back to the shop, obviously embarrassed at what she’d just done, but as nervous about being seen outside the sex shop.



Dave pulled back onto the highway, but continued to head away from ‘home.’ The next exit, almost to the military base between the cities, he pulled off, taking the more ‘scenic’ highway back towards school.

“Damn, you are shit hot,” Dave praised Sharon, “You do know you made those guys… hell, their lives… They’ll tell that story to their buddies until they die in the nursing home in 30 or 40 years.” Sharon nodded, color appearing in her cheeks. Dave didn’t let her think about anything, “and you came, right?” She nodded again. “More than just when I was fucking you.” Another nod, “See, you just have to relax and enjoy whatever’s available… I bet you’re still hot, aren’t you?” Sharon bit her lip and wouldn’t meet his eye when he looked over, but after a hesitation she nodded. He grinned, not letting on it could be anything other than what she’d experienced at the shop spurring her arousal, “See, I knew you were a natural slut… That’s been the problem; you just like being the exhibitionist. Getting guys off alone at your apartment doesn’t feed your needs enough.”

Sharon blinked at him in surprise. She hadn’t thought about it that way. Part of her wanted to deny it-- that couldn’t be the answer… she’d never been a tease or even a flirt before. Surely it wasn’t that… Before she could really consider it, though, Dave had dropped his hand between her legs, deftly flicking her still aroused clit through her thoroughly soaked panties. She arched her back and moaned softly, pushing her sex against him, shivering at the way the big dildo moved inside of her. God, it must be the truth, she mused, even as he easily gave her a small orgasm. She pouted when he stopped to answer his ringing cell phone.

“Talk to me… Sure… Naw, I know that… Shit, you’re kidding, right?… No… Nope… Not once… Well, not until then… So you’ve seen? What are you worried about?…” He laughed, “Hell, no… I guarantee it… Oh you won’t regret it… We’re close, just be nice and you’ll see… Of course I mean it… You’ll see. Trust me.” Dave chuckled as he hung up. He watched Sharon out of the corner of his eye. The pretty white wife was still obviously about as hot as she could get, trying to sit there as if she wasn’t dying to cum. He smiled at how completely they’d managed to subvert her. It couldn’t always be so easy or everyone would be in the business of despoiling pretty white wives. He wondered just what had happened to make Sharon such easy prey, but it didn’t really matter, he realized… She was responding the way any woman would, given the right… persuasion. It’d just been easier with her because of the times he and Shaun had managed when it was much much harder.

“Well, since you’re still hot,” he mused, “That wasn’t really my surprise for you.” Sharon blinked at him in surprise, “That was just a happy coincidence,” he assured her, “I’ve got something better in mind for my favorite BZ Bitch.” Sharon waited, no argument, and Dave reached over to tweak an aroused nipple before he went on, his attention seemingly focused on the road. He glanced at the clock: it still wasn’t 10:30.

“That was Glen O. He owns ‘Snake Eyes,’ outside of town.” Sharon shrugged; she’d never heard of a place called ‘Snake Eyes.’ “Do you still have the costume from the last party?” Dave ignored her puzzlement. She nodded, but he already knew that. “Great. I’ll come in handy, but don’t worry about it for today.” He pointed out some of the fixtures of the Army base they were driving beside before he continued with his explanation.

“Snake Eyes is a men’s club… Not the sort of club your husband would ever go to, right?” Sharon had recoiled when he said that, but she managed to shake her head-- Chris had never been to a strip club. “Besides,” Dave continued, “Even if your hubby is a horn dog, he wouldn’t go here… It’s all the way on the other side of a city he’d have to drive an hour to reach, and let’s just say he doesn’t have enough of a tan.” Sharon nodded, understanding what Dave was implying. “Glen O is a ZB, of course,” he continued, “He lets lots of your sisters work for extra money.” Sharon nodded again, though none of the Sisters she knew had mentioned anything about dancing; then again, she hadn’t asked, either.

“So will I be serving drinks?” she asked hopefully, already sure of the answer. Dave laughed.

“Yeah, all of the girls hawk drinks. But you, sweet Sharon, are going to perform.”

“I’ve… uhm, I’ve never danced like that,” Sharon pointed out. Dave laughed again.

“Oh, I’ve seen you dance well enough to bring the dead to life,” he corrected her, “But don’t worry, it wouldn’t help if you went out and embarrassed yourself. That’d cost Glen O money… Everyone calls him ‘Go.’ But relax; for the 1st week or so, you’ll just serve drinks-- but you’ll have to share your tip money with the other girls, since you won’t be performing like they are… It’s a fair trade, though-- they’ll be showing you the ropes. Anyway, we’re almost there… Shop’s closed until lunch, so it’s time you can meet Go and start to practice.” Sharon shook her head, horrified at what Dave was suggesting.

“But I’ll be seen by dozens of strange men… hundreds,” Sharon’s voice trailed off.

“By end of semester, or at least the end of school I’d say thousands, easy,” Dave agreed, “The Army is a big supporter, at least indirectly.” He enjoyed Sharon’s obvious discomfort.

“So how does this help me protect my marriage?” Sharon asked bitterly. Dave looked at her like she was stupid, then sighed theatrically.

“You worried that hubby will see you online or on a DVD… or that someone he knows… someone who knows or sees you will say something to him, right?” Sharon nodded. “Well, do you two know anyone in the Army?” She considered that, then shook her head uncertainly. “More specifically, do you know anyone in the Army who frequents gentlemen’s clubs?” That earned an eye roll as well as an immediate head shake. “and I could point out… oh yeah, I already did, Go’s business doesn’t cater to your average civilian, either. So it’s perfect,” Dave insisted, “You won’t run across anyone who knows you or who can out you back home, but you’ll be able to satisfy that little need you seem to have to be seen by men.” Sharon glared at that, but she didn’t argue for a moment.

“What if they take my picture?” she replied when she couldn’t come up with another argument for Dave’s suggestion, “There’ll still be more and more pictures of me out there where Chris might see one.” Dave shook his head.

“Nope. Go has a strict no camera policy… He won’t even allow camera phones.” Sharon nodded, understanding -- mistakenly, of course-- what Dave was saying.

“So there won’t be any movies.” Shaun just negotiated a turn, letting Sharon fill in the blanks. “and I’ll do this instead of putting out for your chip holders?” Dave shrugged.

“Go needs a dancer 3 nights a week… If you do well, he may want you for the occasional weekend ‘special,’ too.” Sharon nodded…

“Will I get to… Can I come to the ZB parties?” Dave pursed his lips.

“Well, sure, but if you’re there, you may wind up on tape… maybe just in the background, but I guess no one would know you from Eve if you’re taking it doggie style and we zoom in, right?… Yeah, you may have to stay in a side room, but I think we can do a work around.” Sharon was obviously relieved, to the frat brother’s delight. She was well and truly hooked on black cock.

“All I have to do is dance?” Dave rolled his eyes.

“All of the dancers circulate on the floor. It helps Go to move drinks, and it increases the tips they get when they dance. It works for everyone. He takes a cut of your tips, and the rest goes to ZB… We hold some for you in an account in case you want something special.” Sharon was just nodding, and didn’t even think about asking what he meant. She was trying to deny the flush of desire she felt, and was attributing to the knowledge she’d soon be stripping. “I don’t know what his rules are working the room, but I can tell you if you do lap dances you’ll be sure to make enough not to have to pick up many chips,” he finished. There was no point in mentioning the back room to the lost white wife… Yet.

They pulled into a nearly empty lot surrounding a squat, windowless building. Faded silhouettes showed shapely women frozen in various provocative poses. Walking in, Dave pointed out Tawny and Adele’s cars, a flashy BMW Z3 and a Porsche Boxter.

“See, the girls do all right working out here,” he climbed out, then made a show of stopping, rapping his forehead with his palm, and suggesting Sharon might want to ‘lose her friend.’ Blushing the white wife didn’t try to get back into the big SUV before slipping the big dildo out of her sex. Chuckling, ‘Damn you are insatiable,’ Dave led the way across the gravel lot and opened the main door, letting Sharon step inside ahead of him.. The interior was intentionally very dark, a short hall leading to a small room-- the single door ‘man trap’-- hidden inside the seemingly inviting double front door. Dave didn’t move beyond the empty stool, turning instead to rap smartly on the left wall through the curtain that hid the room’s hidden door. After a moment there was an audible ‘click’ and he caught Sharon’s hand, leading the nervous white wife through the hidden door into the club’s inadequately lit ‘back’ hall.

Sharon didn’t speak as Dave led her through 3 quick turns as they moved to left side of the building and then toward the rear. Stepping through another barrier curtain they entered a wider, normally lit hallway. They passed several doors before Dave paused again, pointing with his thumb toward an opening with 2 curtains tied back, allowing entrance. She heard women’s voices beyond.

“Go in and introduce yourself,” he told her, “They’re expecting you. I’ve gotta see Go.” He moved on without waiting to see if Sharon obeyed. Biting her lip at the oppressive gloom of the black painted walls and the widely spaced bare bulb overhead lights, she put a hand on one of the heavy velvet curtains as she stepped in, finding an immediate right turn leadin to a much more brightly lit room.

A row of lockers lined the wall nearest the door, and she saw more on the far wall. The rest of the space was occupied by 3 rows of vanities, like she’d seen the night of the photo shoot with Shaun. She saw various photos and cards had been taped to many of the mirrors, and odd knick knacks were draped over the tops or cluttered the counters. There were racks of clothes and bins of various accessories. A shelf near the door held stacks of CD cases.

Sharon paused, taking it in, then moved to the only other people in the low ceilinged room. The two women had stopped talking as she’d entered, and were watching her openly. The taller woman, who Sharon guessed was a few years older than Kelly, was facing away from her, watching through the mirror. Sharon looked at the swirling, multicolored tattoo that occupied the woman’s toned back, the top obscured by her long, bleached blonde hair. Sharon couldn’t read the woman’s expression.

The second woman had at least turned to face her. She was topless, but such casual intimacies no longer surprised the BZ Sister. She realized the woman’s nipples weren’t pierced, though a familiar symbol was visible from across the room, dangling from her navel piercing. Her hair was thinner than the other woman’s. Sharon thought she was a couple years older, though still more than a decade her own junior. To the nervous white housewife, the taller woman’s eyes seemed sad, if not friendly. She managed a smile as she approached the pair.

“I’m sorry, I… Dave said I should introduce myself.” She looked down, then back up, avoiding the tattooed girl’s angry glare. “I’m not really sure why I’m here… Well, I suppose I’m going to be working with you,” she offered, “I’m Sharon.”

“Yeah, we’ve heard,” the first woman tossed her hair, briefly exposing dragon heads twined to the base of her neck, pointed at her shoulders. “and we get to be babysitters,” her displeasure couldn’t be more obvious, and Sharon almost winced, wondering what new hell Dave had gotten her into.

“Hey, Tawny,” the second woman put a hand on the shorter woman’s shoulder, “Give her a break. She’s not here because she woke up and decided she wanted to be a stripper.” She smiled at Sharon, “I’m Adele. Don’t let Tawny’s attitude get to you. and don’t worry; if you’re supposed to be a stripper, we’ll get you tuned up and ready to perform.” Sharon smiled in relief. Tawny rolled her eyes.

“C’mon, Adele,” she stood abruptly, “She’s gotta be 40. Does she look like a dancer to you?” Adele pursed her lips, turning her attention to the haughty stripper preening beside her.

“As I recall you weren’t a ballerina when you stepped onto the stage… just a scared kid with a pimp of a boyfriend looking for ways to turn you out.” Tawny’s eyes flashed, but she merely turned on her heel and stalked to the nearest rack of clothes. “I’m not telling you I’m happy about it, Tawny,” Adele called after her, then turned back to Sharon. “Dave and the rest of the frat rescued Tawny from a fate worse then… well, worse than what we do now,” Sharon was relieved that Adele obviously included her in that ‘we,’ though she was also a little intimidated that there could be worse than working as the frat’s living sex doll and cash cow. “She is right, though, that it’s a hard learning curve. and getting you up to speed won’t be easy for us… we have to look out for ourselves, too, you know?” Sharon nodded.

“Dave said you’d get what I earn while I’m learning… whatever I need to learn,” she stopped, unsure just what that entailed. “I don’t mean to be a problem for you…”

“Sure you don’t… Just pay attention and don’t argue,” Tawny had come back, “Strip out of those clothes and put these on,” she threw a pile of shiny nylon clothing at Sharon, “and then find some heels that fit.

“Relax, Sharon,” Adele threw Tawny a warning look, “Our friend hates men, so the idea of helping you learn to entertain them rankles.” She snapped a feather boa that had been hanging from the left mirror panel of her vanity at the lithe younger woman, “and look at it this way, sourpuss,” she scolded Tawny, “Once she’s in the rotation it’ll be easier for all of us.” Tawny laughed at that.

“You know Go will just put us in the champagne room more often.” Adele shrugged but didn’t argue. Sharon was busily trying to get into the green and gold bra and panty set Tawny had provided. Instead of the usual hook and eye closure, the bra was affixed by Velcro, and while the size was close enough-- suggesting the young woman had a quick eye-- it was obviously a ‘community garment,’ and had been worn and removed enough that Sharon worried it would fall off the moment she started to move. The panties were similarly designed with a tear away strip at each side. Adele deftly applied colored tape to the Velcro connections.

“Here, Sharon… until you have your own outfits remember to tape them up or it’ll be a short striptease.” Sharon nodded, pulling the matching semi-transparent cropped top and micromini-skirt on before she went to find a pair of heels. She knew she shouldn’t be surprised when none of the shoes had less than a 4 inch heel. There weren’t any green heels, and she reluctantly selected a pair of clear plastic 4” heels, returning for the other women’s approval. Tawny shrugged. Adele nodded. She’d put on a beaded top that matched the outfit Tawny was wearing.

Without warning the curtain hiding another entrance was pulled aside and a short, fat black man stepped into the room. Sharon blinked in surprise, but managed to curb the urge to turn away. The man’s beady eyes, magnified by thick black framed glasses roamed over Sharon’s body as he reached up to take the stub of an unlit cigar out of the corner of his mouth. His smile was an open leer.

“Damn, David,” he said, motioning for the women to approach, “You shoulda told me she was such a hottie; we coulda skipped the bullshit.” He crooked his finger at Sharon, “Get over here, girl… I hear you’re my new dancer.” Sharon nodded as she stepped close. His eyes moved over her body again. The smile widened. “Shit hot. But if you can’t dance…” he shrugged, “Hell, I’m sure we’ll find something for you to do…” He turned disappearing through the curtain. “C’mon, girls,” his voice carried into the room, “Let’s get to work… Show Mrs. Sharon the ropes.” Tawny snorted at his words, but hurried after the retreating club owner. Adele caught Sharon’s arm, hurrying her along.

“Mrs.?” she asked in a whisper. Sharon nodded, feeling herself blush. “This isn’t the sort of work a wife should be doing,” Adele cautioned, “Especially if Go decides you aren’t ‘headliner material.’ If he says you can’t make it dancing, he’ll have you work the champagne room.”

“What’s that?” Sharon asked, remembering Tawny had mentioned it before. Adele bit her lip as if wondering just how much she should say.

“Let’s just say it’s where the customers with enough cash who want to ‘get to know the girls better’ go for more personal entertainment.” Sharon felt her mouth drop open in shock… She’d resigned herself to doing lap dances and being groped, but hadn’t imagined there’d be anything more. She shivered.

“Isn’t that illegal?” she asked. Adele laughed-- a single harsh bark.

“Sure it is… But so’s gambling, and doing drugs, or selling drugs… or selling booze where there’s nudity or partial nudity. Hell, in this county full nudity is a crime,” the younger but more experienced woman ticked items off on her fingers, and Sharon didn’t wonder whether all of what she was saying went on at ‘Snake Eyes.’ Adele fixed her with a brief look as she pulled the anxious white housewife down another hallway, “and before you start to think the law’s an out, I’ll tell you the truth: Go has enough leverage he doesn’t even have to look out for vice, here, so don’t count on the law helping you, honey.” Sharon nodded, but Adele clearly didn’t think she’d gotten through to her new student. “I’m serious, hon, the best you’ll get from the city’s Finest is a demand for a freebie, and they won’t worry about marking you up.”

Sharon hadn’t needed the warning, but felt grateful the pretty but tired looking young woman was trying to help.



Sharon found herself standing hesitantly at the edge of the stage, reminding herself not to step back as the other women talked to one another and padded to the music booth positioned near the curtain at one rear corner of the long runway and center stage. There were shiny brass poles positioned in the middle and more forward, centered in the glossy black stage. Low red lights marked the edges of the stage. Looking behind her, Sharon saw there was a shelf a few inches lower. There were still some empty glass tumblers along the matte gray surface. She blinked in surprise, realizing a male employee was moving about in the dark, picking up the glasses and making a cursory effort to clean the horizontal surfaces.

Tawny sighed theatrically, bringing Sharon’s attention to the other women. Openly impatient, the tall stripper crooked a finger at Sharon.

“Get over here, new meat,” she sneered, “You’ll have to decide what songs you dance to, and let the DJ know.”

“She’s right,” Adele agreed, “Use the machine in back to set up your tape, don’t let Jones choose for you. Don’t assume the piece he has is what you’ve practiced to.” Sharon nodded, wishing she could take notes. Tawny moved behind the swinging gate into the music booth and slid a tape into one of several players stacked beneath twin turn tables. “Until you know more, there are several routines already set up, so don’t worry about it.”

“Stripper training wheels,” Tawny agreed curtly, “and you don’t get to mess with the equipment, got it? If you need something ask for help.” She pushed a button and music began to play through speakers over and around the stage. “Whoever’s center stage chooses the tunes,” she said, “When you’re on the side stages, you just dance to what they play.” Sharon nodded again-- she hadn’t really thought about dancing anywhere, much less center stage or not.

“Uhm, I’m not… that doesn’t sound like stripper music,” Sharon managed… it was some jazz pop piece she was sure she’d heard before. The other women laughed.

“Oh, that’s just warm up… we’ll get to the real music soon enough,” Adele explained, “Think of this as exercise…” Tawny snorted, “and when you exercise you need to warm up.” The women spread out, and Sharon followed their lead as they went through a series of stretching exercises. When Tawny caught hold of the middle bar and spun gracefully around, twining herself on the bright metal, then spinning away again, arching her back, Sharon doubted she’d ever be able to dance; she was sure she’d never manage that maneuver. Adele followed suit, then offered Sharon some quick tips as they had the nervous housewife try it. Tawny laughed openly, but Adele congratulated her when she let go of the pole after an awkward spin.

“Be nice, T,” she scolded, “At least she didn’t fall.” Tawny shrugged but didn’t argue. They continued, alternating push ups that Sharon hated with leg stretches and more varied spins on the pole. When Tawny hooked both legs high, over her head, and spun slowly down the pole onto her back, Sharon shook her head. The angry young woman laughed.

“Don’t worry, white bread, you don’t have to do that… yet.” She was more brusque, poking at Sharon while demanding instead of suggesting… ‘Point your toes;’ ‘drop your head back as you spin;’ and ‘smile damn it… sell it.’ Sharon struggled to do what the women did, amazed that neither seemed winded while she felt like she was dripping sweat. She knew part of that was the overhead lights, but it was plain she wasn’t in the shape she’d believed.

The music had progressed to a faster more pounding series of songs and the women were no longer stretching, as much as prancing about. They were always in motion, toes pointed, hips twitching, shoulders shimmying. Long hair swung about enticingly. Sharon envied the others’ poise and skill. It was getting harder and harder for her to follow what they were doing, both because their steps were more advanced, and she was close to exhaustion.

Just when she thought she was going to have to beg the women to take a break, Go leaned into the lights from the surrounding gloom.

“Lookin’ good, girlie,” he leered at her, then eyed the others, “Tell you what… show her your headliner act, and then you can take a break… I know you’ll be ready for the matinee today.”

“The main show isn’t for the matinee,” Tawny argued.

“We ain’t got any customers, yet, do we?” Go raised an eyebrow and Tawny’s defiant attitude wilted slightly, “I don’t think I asked you what you thought.” Adele hurried toward the music booth, snatching the bag she’d set by the gate as she stepped inside. “Yu is on her way to cover the 3rd stage.” Tawny stopped, shaking her hair out angrily.

“I thought the new meat was going to help out,” she argued. Go pursed his lips and blew out a breath.

“If you weren’t such a talented cunt…” he trailed off and shook his head. Tawny quailed more visibly. Go reached out, he big paw encircling Sharon’s elbow. “Gonna have to work on her conditioning, and you know it,” he scolded, “Besides, she’s got to learn the rest of her responsibilities… and you know as well as I do, having watched her today, she’s a natural… Gonna be able to work her center stage just like you two.” Sharon was surprised, she looked at the other women, who were nodding in answer to Go’s words. “But I wanna make a real splash with her… She’s gonna debut on Amateur night.” Tawny laughed at that, and Adele shrugged, then moved with the taller woman toward the back of the stage as Go led Sharon back towards his table in the dark, secure corner of the club.

“Here, you look like you need a drink,” he handed Sharon a water bottle dripping condensation. She saw that the others were drinking from bottles they’d taken out of their bags and were talking as the music played over the speakers. Sharon took it gratefully, chugging at it in thirst. She coughed, surprised that it wasn’t water. “Careful, bitch, that’s good vodka,” Go scolded, but smiled at his trick, “Go on, now.” Sharon wiped her mouth, then reluctantly continued to drink from the bottle, pausing every few swallows. She tried to figure how much alcohol there was…

“We’re just gonna watch them go through their show,” Go rumbled, maneuvering Sharon to the cushioned seat beside him. His heavy arm draped over her shoulders. “Then we’ll talk about what you’ll do when you’re not dancing.” Sharon nodded, trying to get the bottle finished, worried he’d be upset if she took too long. She wished there was water, too, but quickly began to feel the buzz, which made the fatigue she’d been feeling fade.

The music changed, and after a recorded introduction, a Lady GaGa piece with an augmented bass beat filled the room. Tawny and Adele moved like cats along the long center stage, alternately preening and stretching with spinning on the bars. Sometime during the middle of the song, they both lost the filmy tops they’d worn over their bras. Sharon realized Go had tugged her own top open at the same time. Giggling, she leaned forward, letting him pull it down, off of her arms. She leaned against him as she sat back. Looking up, she saw he was watching the women on stage. The song segued into a 3Oh3 piece, and the skirts quickly came off. Sharon lifted her hips, pushing her own skirt down and kicking it away without being told. She didn’t need to look down to know that her nipples were hard, and there was a wet spot in her bottom… watching Tawny and Adele was getting her hot.

“Yeah, you gonna be good on the pole… On all the poles,” Go chuckled, catching her hand and moving it over his groin. Sharon murmured quietly in surprise… he was big… Not long, but thick… and bent slightly. She moved her fingers over the rough surface of his cock, pressing her free hand against her sex as on stage Tawny and Adele’s spinning gyrations slowed. The women were moving together, intertwined, hands groping one another. As the song ended, the women kissed, and Sharon only partially suppressed her own groan of desire.

‘My Dick,’ began to play over the speakers, with another song sampled underneath. Sharon giggled at the choice of music, watching as the women, who’d lost their bras during the 2nd song, stripped off their bottoms, rubbing against one another, tit and twat. Sharon looked down, to find Go had deftly released the taped closures of her own outfit, leaving her as bare as the other women. On stage, Tawny bent at the waist, pressing the cleft of her ass against the pole. Leaving her head nearly against the floor, she flexed her knees, pumping her ass up and down against the metal. Adele moved up from the opposite side of the pole, pressing her sex against it, then leaning back, arching until her hand was braced on the ebony stage. The women moved together, as if sharing an impossibly long, incredibly hard cock.

“Stand up, little cunt,” Go said quietly. Sharon did without hesitation, aware of her own heat and need as she swayed. His hands closed on her sides, guiding her forward, mimicking Tawny’s position, leaving her bent at the waist. Sharon braced herself on the horizontal brass rail separating Go’s booth from the rest of the club. “Show me you can do that,” he ordered quietly. Nodding, Sharon lowered her torso, breasts coming to rest on the cool metal rail. She flexed her knees, watching the women on stage, trying to match Tawny’s motion. She shouldn’t have been surprised… maybe she wasn’t, but seconds after she’d found the rhythm, she felt, as she pushed her ass down, the length of Go’s cock pressed along her seam. Her breath caught, then escaped in a low moan as she rose again, dragging her sex over his erection. Tilted forward, the movement pushed her clit against the base of his shaft. She trembled, struggling to maintain the tempo Tawny had set. Her need built with each movement, until she was desperate for Go to take her. It was a relief when he shifted driving into her as she dropped her ass. She moaned, wanting to stop, but guided by Tawny’s movement on stage and his big hands, rising and falling on his thick prick.

Feeling him inside of her spurred her need… She wanted to move faster, but followed his subtle cues, resisting the demands of her body. She shivered each time she dropped onto him… the bend in his shaft left the tip pressing differently than anyone she remembered before, a delicious pressure to the right side of her sex. When he shimmied his hips behind her, Sharon groaned long and loud and nearly lost it. Gritting her teeth, she managed to match Tawny’s movement on stage…

Only Tawny wasn’t pumping at the pole, any longer. She and Adele were tangled on stage, hands groping as they writhed in a passionate 69. Sharon’s breath caught, and she arched her back, pressing herself fully against Go’s big cock as she began to cum. Big black hands closed over her bare breasts, standing her up, pulling her back against him. He stood, then, lifting her heels off of the floor. He let go of her chest and she collapsed forward, barely managing to brace her hands on the rail. Her arms trembled from the prior push-ups, her body suspended on his jutting cock.

Her elbows flexed, and she found her breasts pressing uncomfortably against the cool metal, hands trapped beneath her. She was aware of her body twitching, her panting breath filling her ears. Her eyes remained fixed on the stage. To her surprise, it wasn’t the heated 69 she’d envisioned… the women were moving about deliberately, pausing to talk to one another, choreographing the coming show. She blushed, realizing they could at any moment look out and see what she was doing with the big club owner.

Her feet were still off the ground, and Go had firm hold of her waist as he thrust into her again and again and again. After maybe 3 minutes… time enough she could feel the start of her rise to another climax, his hands shifted. She gasped as he turned her with his left hand, his right catching her right thigh and pushing her knee toward her chest. Her body turned, and she struggled to anchor herself on the rail with an elbow as she found herself on her left side. She could still see the stage, and expected the big man would continue to turn her until he could feast on her bare breasts while fucking her.

Instead, Go raised his left leg, stepping over Sharon’s thigh, leaving him astraddle that leg. Holding her right leg flexed, her foot brushing against his side, the club owner resumed thrusting at her. It was a moment before Sharon realized he meant to continue fucking her like that. and by that time, rational thought had nearly evaporated; the position left the decided bend in Go’s cock forcing the driving head over her G spot each time he lunged into her or backed out. The power of Sharon’s orgasm was obvious. She whimpered, then cried out as every muscle seemed to clench at once. The intensity was painful, but at the same time she was desperate to feel it again. She heard her lust husky voice urging him on, ‘Go… Go… Go… Oh fuck me… Go…’ He chuckled above her, and she imagined feeling the vibration all the way into the core of her sex. She realized seconds after climaxing so strongly, she was about to cum again. She felt the tempo change… he was hammering into her harder, which served to get her off more quickly, the climax so strong that she couldn’t make a sound… couldn’t draw a breath. Her last conscious awareness was the heat as he exploded inside of her, matching her orgasm with his own.

The sexy blonde housewife slipped forward, sagging off of Go’s jutting erection. He laughed; she came to rest draped like a towel over the railing. Tawny and Adele had to have heard her getting off, but they’d had their turns in his booth… all of his girls did. He ran his finger over the tattoo at the small of her back. Reaching down, he used 2 fingers to collect some of the spend oozing from her just fucked cunt, smearing it over the ink. This one was going to be fun, whether she could dance a lick or not.



Sharon blushed when she came to… still draped over the rail. She remembered immediately what had happened, and knew from short but regular experience she was naked. She sat up, feeling the increase in the flow of liquid from her sex. She hoped Shaun and Dave wouldn’t be angry she’d let Go do that. She shivered at the memory of the orgasms she’d had with the fat, smarmy man. Looking around, she realized the stage was dark… Tawny and Adele were gone. She searched the dim booth for her costume, but even the tiny thong panties were gone.

Fear blossomed… She remembered Go talking to the women about a ‘matinee.’ She looked around, relieved when she saw no customers in the booths at the edges of the dimly lit stage. Cupping a hand over her leaking sex, she started to leave the booth, intent on heading backstage. There was a tap behind her. She turned, to see her silhouette in the mirror behind Go’s booth. The sound repeated, and she realized there was a door to one side.

Biting her lip, she stepped around the table and curled her fingers into the cut out to open the door. She found herself standing at the side of Go’s desk, the main door to the office. The big club owner was seated, his chair swiveled to face her. She looked to his left, to see the mirror was a 1 way glass, allowing him to see the stage and every seat in the house. The window was low, though; she would have to duck to get up against the glass, which stopped at a row of cabinets that ran across the low ceilinged office. She stopped looking around, nervously eyeing her boss.

“You are one hot Bitch,” Go rumbled, “I ain’t busted a nut like that in… well, a long time.”

“Thank you,” Sharon bit her lip, “I… I enjoyed it, too.” Go just nodded. Considering how she’d reacted, she realized he’d been more than aware of that. “I, uhm… when do I start…” He smiled.

“Well, I think we’ll have you sit here with me, tonight… We’ll just watch the other girls, tonight, so you can get an idea… they’re not all TandA.” She blinked, puzzled. He chuckled, “That’s Tawny and Adele’s stage name when they go on together.” Sharon nodded. “Anyway, you just sit here… watch how they dance, but I also want you to see how they work the floor when they’re not dancing. Got it?” Sharon nodded. She remembered performing at the frat, and thought she could dance all right… sure, the pole work would take some time… and collecting money from strangers… but working the floor? Lap dances?

“Uhm, what about my clothes… my costume?” Go leered at her.

“You think I’m done with that married pussy, right now, little BZ Bitch?” Sharon looked down, shaking her head. She was afraid he’d see how her body had reacted to the knowledge he was going to fuck her again. “Oh, no, my new slut… I get to keep you all to myself for a few days. Call it a perk for me. Did you hear me talking to the girls today?” Sharon shrugged-- she had, but didn’t remember any specifics except for the pleasure he’d given her. “We have an amateur night every couple weeks. I’m gonna hold you out… You’ll come practice mornings at the club… I’ll have different girls show you what they do. You’ll be a shoe in by the time it rolls around.” Sharon nodded, but didn’t understand why. He apparently recognized her confusion. “It pays a grand prize of $1000.” She was glad to hear that. “It’ll get you a following… customers who come back to see you regularly.” He’d almost said ‘have’ which could have queered the whole deal. “That’ll boost your tips until you’re more comfortable working the floor.”

Sharon was surprised he was so aware of her concerns… was she that transparent? She was, but he knew how to handle that. He watched as she started seeing a few men beginning to trickle in, the lunch crowd who’d pay twice the usual rate for a burger so they could see some bare titty while eating it. He knw she was thinking she’d nearly put on an unintended show for his customers. He waited a moment, then put her at ease. Waving a broad hand, he chuckled,

“Relax, Mrs. Sharon… Everybody worries about it when they start… It’s not easy shaking your ass in front of strangers… getting them hot enough to pay you but no so hot they cause problems. It takes practice… So we’ll take it slow.” He stood up, unzipping his pants, “and it’ll give me more time to enjoy that hot body of yours…” Sharon smiled and licked her lips-- no feigned desire, the white housewife wanted more of the big man’s bent cock. She dropped to her knees without being told and began to lick and slurp at Go’s root, anxious to find out if she’d always get off so strongly with him…



***

Hearing the crowd outside, Sharon nervously checked her make up-- for the 3rd time in 5 minutes-- while awaiting her turn. The two other girls waiting wither her ignored her, one a slightly chunky latina whose boyfriend, a GI, had insisted she go up to ‘show them how a real woman danced.’ She knew she’d seen the other, a bottle brunette with impossibly heavy mascara and too white base, performing at one of the other local clubs. It was supposed to be amateur night, but Sharon couldn’t argue too much… since meeting Go the Thursday before, she’d spent several hours a day working on her own ‘act’ as the other strippers called it. She’d wanted to wear the ‘Demon Bitch’ costume from the party a couple weeks before, but Go had refused. He’d told her she could be ‘DB’ when she was working, but he wanted her dancing as herself, ‘or people would suspect it was fixed.’ She hadn’t argued, and not just because he’d had his big cock buried in her throat when he’d told her, either. Whatever Go wanted, she would do.



He’d fucked her 3 times that first afternoon, and each time she’d cum so strongly she’d passed out. The third time, he’d been using her ass when she came to, and she managed a fourth breathless climax in unison with his final eruption. By then, the lunch show had ended. She’d ‘watched’ the performers while Go took her from behind until they’d both been too excited to pay attention to anything else, but that’d been the second time he’d been inside of her. She shivered, still amazed he’d gone on fucking into her like that for more than an hour, pointing out moves the women used on stage and also little tricks she could adopt for her own use while ‘working the floor.’

She’d gone on watching… and playing with herself, in Go’s office as the rest of lunch passed, barely listening as he made calls and sent texts and emails and ran his business. It’d been embarrassing, but she’d been glad even then, that Dave had relented in making her collect chips; she’d already been sure this would be better. and it had felt almost natural. She’d worked on her ‘stage craft’ with Tawny and Adele, then with others who came in before their shift. The women weren’t all BZ Sisters… they’d worked with her in varying degrees between the extremes she’d already faced with ‘TandA,’ as she’d come to think of them.

After spending from maybe 2:30 to almost 4:30 building her skills as a stripper, Sharon had found herself back in Go’s office. To start, she’d sucked at him, hiding beneath his desk, as he provided monthly ‘bonus’ money to the other girls. It’d felt so naughty having the women parade through while she was working the fat man’s crank Sharon had barely been able to keep quiet. She’d been relieved the other women didn’t seem angry she was joining them or unhappy with working for Go. When he’d gotten up and locked the door to his office, she’d scrambled onto the desk, tearing her thong in her eagerness to get naked for him, she was so hot. He’d laughed, kissing her possessively, then her nipples, nipping at the ring and making her moan, before he began to finger her as she lay back on the mahogany top.

She quickly came, and he’d expertly built her to another climax before he’d paused, chuckling at her pleas, demanding she tell him about herself. So she had, frequently interrupted as his probing fingers kept her ever built to the very edge of a climax. She’d insisted she loved her husband… loved having sex with him, but readily admitted she’d never felt pleasure like she did taking black cock.

Go knew that making her repeat it… making her hear her own voice admit that, was key to totally bringing the pretty white housewife under the frat’s control… under his command. Minutes after swearing her love for her husband, she’d readily dropped to her knees, slurping at his cock until he’d assured her he was ‘ready to get her off again.’ and he had, but only after making her call her hapless, ignorant husband and telling him-- while Go’s prick was buried in her cunt doggie style-- that she was going to get a job as a ‘waitress’ to help pay for things she wanted at school.

When Chris had insisted she didn’t need to do that, that he could put more money in her account, Sharon had gasped at Go’s domineering thrust-- he’d been holding himself steady and smiled the way the co-ed struggled to maintain control while doing what he wanted. She insisted she wanted to see what it was like to really work, adding without pause that she had friends who were working there, too. and Chris, of course, the loving, devoted, trusting husband, had agreed, adding he hoped she’d be home again soon, as ‘hot’ as she’d been her last visit.

Sharon had managed to assure him she was looking forward to it, too, her voice almost a moan as Go had caught her hips and was steadily reaming her from behind. She’d barely managed a coherent, ‘Love you’ before hanging up on her husband, to go on shouting, ‘I love it! I love it! As she came on the club owner’s pounding erection.



In the week that followed, Sharon had only handled chip collection a couple times. She’d spent her days at the club, watching the girls or working with them, and eventually by herself on how she wanted to dance. Go was never inside of her less than twice. The big man would come down to watch her practice. When she would take a break, he always had a glass ready for her, something alcoholic, she knew, but didn’t mind-- the buzz was nice. He would offer some pointer or constructive criticism, invite her to join him in his office once she’d ‘cleaned up’ or changed, and as quickly as she could manage that she’d find herself panting and moaning, doing a different sort of dance.

Dave had surprised her that first night, insisting since it was Thursday they would have a better shot getting close in the strip clubs nearer the school. She’d worried he wanted her to dance, and had known at that point she wasn’t ready, but he’d just wanted her to see more performers, as he called them talking to her. and, of course, he’d wanted HER to go up with dollar bills. She’d been surprised the 1st time one of the women responded by pulling her into a passionate kiss. From the way the guys went wild, though, Sharon had quickly realized putting on even a little act could really improve a stripper’s income.

They’d hit different clubs each night through the weekend, and then he’d brought her to the frat Monday night, and she’d ‘practiced’ in the main room, pausing frequently to service the various members who happened through. Thoroughly used, she’d complained to Dave she wouldn’t be able to walk, much less dance, if that kept up to the Amateur Night on Thursday, and he’d laughed and assured her sexual stamina was necessary to, while getting her off with his fingers on the short drive home.

They’d let her sleep in Tuesday morning. She’d driven herself out to ‘Snake Eyes’ for the 1st time, and went through her routine between lunch and when work let out. Complaining she’d ‘shorted him’ his time with her that morning, Go had kept her around to watch the evening’s crowd. She’d seen the show TandA put on, driving the crowd wild, and later, when the headliners were done and it was the other girls working the stage and floor, when his knowing touch and the ready supply of drugged booze had Sharon beside herself with need, he’d led her down a short hallway accessible only through his office, to an unlit hall with windows lining one side.

Sharon had gasped, realizing immediately what she was looking in on: the Champagne room. Inside, patrons were enjoying more intimate lap dances with some of the girls, but there was more… In the center of the room, Adele was lying back in a strange contraption hanging from the ceiling, letting her swing back and forth, impaling her open sex on the jutting prong of a man she’d seen in the crowd, eagerly tucking bills into the dancer’s thongs. Further to the side, a man was bent over Shaniqua, another of the dancers, thrusting into her steadily as her legs rose up over his pumping hips, one heel dangling to spur him on. At least 4 of the strippers were having sex, right there, and though she knew it was wrong, and was sure she’d never be able to do it herself, the arousal she’d already been feeling seemed to explode, preventing rational thought.

A moment later, she’d had he hands pressed against the thick glass, panting and moaning as Go hammered into her from behind, giving her exactly what she knew she needed. As she’d cried out, she’d struggled to muffle her cries, but the big club owner had just laughed.

“Don’t worry, my little slut,” he’d said, or maybe he’d called her ‘cunt,’ it didn’t matter, “Even if they hear you, they’ll just think it’s someone else getting off… Everyone gets what they want at Snake Eyes.” He’d reached past her, lightly tapping the glass, “Even the mirrors are designed to keep from worrying my more paranoid guests… There’s glass in front of the mirror, so it looks like it couldn’t be one-way.” None of that meant a thing to the lust addled housewife. She was moaning too loudly to hear him anyway, and as she saw Adele arch her back and cry out, Sharon had joined her with her own climax, pushing back at Go, hungry to feel him explode inside of her.” As always he’d outlasted her though, and when she was well on her way to her next orgasm, he’d led her on to another smaller bank of windows, revealing smaller, intimate rooms where dancers were entertaining as she might her husband if she’d been home. Home was the farthest thing from her mind, though. Only her budding need, and the pleasure Go’s cock provided mattered. The show her fellow entertainers were putting on simply heightened her need.

He’d stopped, as she was trembling in the pre-release throes of a monster orgasm, getting her attention in a more certain manner than any other.

“You like this, cunt?” he’d taunted her, “You like being a stripper… a whore?” She’d nodded without hesitation. “It’s what you want to be?” Another nodded, and a whimper of need answered the question. “You’ll do this for me so long as I keep fucking you?” Panting audibly, pushing against him in her desperation to get off, Sharon went on nodding, groaning ‘yes, yes, yesss!’ and then he’d picked up a clipboard… She never paused to wonder how it’d come to be in the small space there, He’d held it out, a pen dangling by a string from the clip at the top. “Then sign it, little cunt… Sign to be my headliner, to be my cum bucket.” and she had… She’d scrawled her married name across the line, groaning in delight as he responded by sinking his big bent cock into her fully, resuming the rhythm he’d interrupted, quickly giving her the release she needed… She’d awakened back in his office, and was embarrassed at the thought he had carried her back through the low, narrow halls. There wasn’t any such emotion, though, at the certain knowledge she needed to feel him inside of her again. No man-- not even Shaun-- had been such an amazing lover. She’d shivered, aware as she’d watched him looking out at the crowd and making a phone call, that she’d do whatever he demanded.

It’d felt like he was punishing her when he’d insisted she not return Wednesday night. She’d pouted, but had quickly relented when he’d laughed, assuring her she’d ‘get off’ the next night, and reminding her she needed to be rested for the contest.

It hadn’t been a total surprise when there was instead a knock on the door around 5 Wednesday evening… She’d served the chip holder and then another, but after that it’d been quiet, though she hadn’t gone out shopping, worried she might have yet another visitor. She had gotten her laundry done, though; chores had been much easier to get to since she’d started practicing at the club.



She’d been confident from the moment Dave and several of the other ZB Brothers had shouted and cheered, ‘convincing’ her to volunteer for the amateur show at Snake Eyes the next night. Whereas the dancers did 3 numbers 2 or 3 times a night, for the contest Sharon and the 6 other women danced together on stage for one song, and based on ‘crowd response’ the top 5 had then gone back to don ‘appropriate’ costumes. Of course, Sharon had ‘found’ the perfect outfit… used, but not too used; Go had chosen it. She’d taken her time, making sure things fit ‘just right,’ before touching up her already heavy make up. Adele had told her what to get to keep from having it smear and run and leave her looking like a zombie stripper. They’d warned her not to be 1st or last, so she’d planned to go 3rd, and was a little miffed when the Latina insisted she be 3rd. From the passage to the stage she and the brunette watched enough of the girl’s hapless moves to know she’d be no threat. and having remembered where she’d seen the brunette’s listless performance and total lack of ‘sell’ to the crowd, Sharon was smiling inwardly, certain she’d win.

It really wasn’t fair at all. Beaming every time she saw Go or Dave or the other Brothers looking at her, and buzzed by a big glass of Go’s favorite that had been provided her and she assumed the others before they went on, her number seemed to whiz by. She spun, she shimmied, she worked the pole. Her top came off like an erotic slingshot and disappeared into the crowd. She pranced out of the miniskirt, leaving it in a puddle at the back of the stage and nearly leapt onto the brass pole, turning the momentum into a spin that increased in speed as she flexed her arms, pulling herself close to the light warmed metal. She pumped her ass, fingered her nipple, snapped the ring that seemed to glow in the color wash of the overhead lights.

While she hadn’t done it ‘in real life,’ moving along the edge, collecting dollars was easier than she’d expected. She’d cover her breasts with one hand-- Go insisted they at least pretend to keep to the various county statutes-- and lean close, plucking the bill with her free hand before pecking her ‘admirer’ on the cheek. If the bill didn’t tuck into her thong she didn’t worry-- the women had explained it’d be there when she was done. She was so into it she climbed the pole a final time as the number ended, getting herself spinning by her ankles high on the brass, so she could lay back out, reaching down to lift the front of her thong, baring her barely there pubes to a roaring crowd.

Then it was over. She was breathless but went on beaming as she dropped nimbly off of the pole to cross her legs and bow at the waist, giving everyone in attendance a final glorious look at her firm breasts. She scooped up the errant bills, surprised to see a 5 and a 10 instead of just 1’s, and sauntered off stage as if she spent everyday ½ naked in a roomful of strange men.

The brunette glowered at her as she passed, heading for the stairs where employees were directing her. She paused, smiling at the obviously unhappy fellow dancer.

“Good luck!” she said. The woman sniffed.

“Amateur my ass,” she answered, tossing her hair. Sharon stopped, putting her hands on her hips.

“I swear to God I’ve never danced for money in a men’s club in my life!” she huffed, then went on down the stairs, giggling at the many hands pawing her still bare breasts and grabbing her ass as she was led back to the ZB table. Dave kissed her as did the others, alternating with high 5’s that set her breasts bouncing to everyone’s delight. She reluctantly accepted her clothes, putting the BZ Bitch halter on as the last dancer went through her song. She was more animated than she’d seen her back at another club, but Sharon wasn’t being arrogant when she confidently said the woman wasn’t close to as good as she’d been.

The buzz she’d felt, an almost sexual high that felt delicious didn’t ebb until long after the music had ended. Abruptly her nerves were back, as DJ Jones called the finalists up by name. She shivered, a mix of excitement and horror when his deep, melodious Jamaican tinged voice called, “Mrs. Sharon Sobel!” Likely most of the already noisy crowd missed what he’d said, but she knew from the abrupt whistles some had heard. Her pierced nipple tingled as she heard the response. She stood unsteadily, then accepted one of the bouncer’s hands as he easily boosted her to the stage. Sticking to what she’d learned over the last week, Sharon bit her lower lip and smiled saucily at the cheering crowd. She shimmied her shoulders, setting her breasts moving beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. She’d meant to put on a show anytime she was on stage, but God, it really was exciting.

DJ Jones called the 3rd place winner, the red head who’d danced 2nd, Sharon couldn’t remember her name. Second place was the brunette who’d followed her, ‘Fallon’ Smith. and then he called her name, saying again, “Mrs. Sharon Sobel.” The crowd cheered, and she smiled and bowed and shimmied. Suddenly Go was there, wrapping her up in a beefy arm, pulling her close. Sharon was nearly trembling she was so overwhelmed by everything that was happening. Handing her the oversized winner’s check, he waved the audience quiet, had them applaud again for all of the night’s contestants, then when it quieted again, he shook his head,

“How about this hot little number?” he asked, and everyone cheered again. Sharon blushed, aware that several men had thrown more dollars onto the stage. “Now, you know we don’t usually do this,” Go went on, “I mean, dancing tonight is one thing, but bringing you guys back to see a girl again and again, that’s not what you usually find on amateur night…” he shook his head, “But tonight…” the room had been unnaturally quiet, “Damn, I think she’s earned a job, don’t you?” Everyone cheered, and Go nodded, beaming at his customers, “Now let’s get back to the festivities… As always, the winner will give us an encore, and then you can come back to see her,” he looked at her, “This weekend?” Sharon nodded and the cheering was repeated. Go nodded, stepping away, and DJ Jones moved back up to his booth.

The throbbing beat of his selection picked up and that quickly, Sharon had found herself standing on stage alone, wearing just her BZ T and the thong. She hadn’t expected to dance again, but began to move, slowly at first, hips swaying as she moved along the stage. She teasingly lifted the hem of the short halter top, quickly enough baring the bottoms of her breasts, but keeping everything else hidden. As before the beat, the shouts and stares of the men surrounding her, the movement of her body seemed to take over, and quickly enough, Sharon was barely aware, her body gyrating and spinning, bending to slap the stage with her hair, then flexing her knees, pumping her ass at the men behind her. She was up again, spinning around the pole, feet against it, arm out straight, hair flying. She pulled the pole close like a lovers, wrapping a long leg around it, humping her pelvis against the firm metal, aware it was Go in her mind, thrusting into her, giving her what she needed.

She let her head fall back, hand rising between her torso and the brass, catching the bottom of her shirt and nearly ripping it off. She spun out again, offering the crowd a clear look at her bare, still proud breasts. She stalked the edge of the stage again, pausing to let men tuck bills into her thong, turning her knee out when tremulous hands moved over her thigh, welcoming the touch. She bent at the waist, shimmying her ass for the men on the other side as she planted a kiss on the man’s forehead, winking at him when he looked up at her. She moved on to the next man, thrilled at the power she felt over the man sitting below her at the edge of the stage. Too soon it was over. She finished near the back of the stage, having done a final turn on the rear pole before turning to put her back to it, bending at the waist and openly shifting the thong aside to press her naked ass against the smooth metal. The guys were still going wild as 3 or 4 of the strippers came out, applauding her performance.

Sharon started for the stairs again, carefully moving her thong back into place and looking for the shirt she’d discarded. Phoebe, one of the Latin dancers, and the next to perform, caught Sharon’s, arm instead. Sharon found herself chest to chest with the smaller, younger woman. She felt Phoebe’s leg rise, calf pressing against the back of her knee, and then she was kissing the dark haired woman at the edge of the stage. The still cheering crowd went wild. Phoebe smiled as the next number started. She winked at the shocked, still aroused white housewife.

“Thanks,” she murmured, “It’ll mean great tips,” and then she was sauntering down the stage while one of the other women pulled Sharon back behind the curtain. A glass was thrust into her hand and she toasted with the other women, thanking Tawny and Adele and the others who’d helped her, and reminding them everyone was going to share in her prize money.

She kept expecting Go or Dave or one of the other ZB Brothers to come back to get her, but the women swirling around, preparing to dance, or preparing to ‘entertain’ on the main floor were the only other people in the room. She leaned back, enjoying the drink, and the way her body was buzzing after her debut. She considered playing with herself, but demurred, seeing none of the others behaving that way. She wondered idly if something was wrong with her, then shrugged, confident they’d felt the same way the 1st time… they were just used to it. Phoebe came back in, thanking Sharon again for ‘helping’ her out, assuring her she’d almost doubled her tips. Before Sharon could talk to the younger woman any more, another of the girls poked her head around the curtain and called her name. Sharon got up, pulling her shirt back on and accepting the miniskirt she’d worn that night from someone, stepping into it as she approached the girl, still in the 4” heels she’d brought from home for the night, she nodded seeing Dave at the bottom of the stairs.

“We’ll see you tomorrow night,” Tawny called, as Sharon looked back into the changing room, “Be here before 5!” Sharon nodded and smiled, excited at the prospect of starting work at Snake Eyes.

The trip back to her apartment was no disappointment to the aroused white wife. Someone already had a joint burning when she slipped into the back, and she toked with the others, alternating with smoking their ready erections, and giggling as they managed to get her positioned to take one cock in her pussy while she sucked on another during the last couple minutes Dave maneuvered her Range Rover back to her house. Giggling drunkenly, she spilled out of the back of her truck, not caring she was mostly naked, and urged her Brothers inside, where a full on 5 on 1 orgy kept her up until nearly dawn. It wasn’t Go’s wonderful cock, but she came too often to think anything except it’d been a perfect night…



***

Sharon stretched languidly, feeling no concern when she looked over at the clock the next day to find it was already after 3. She got up, unsurprised to find she was alone again, and that the last of her beer and champagne were gone. The bed was a mess, so she stripped it and started the laundry, stopping it when the washer was full and letting it soak while she showered. She restarted the washer, grabbed a granola bar and a glass of orange juice, and put on some school sweats before collecting her heels and heading to the Range Rover. She’d considered taking her ‘Demon Bitch’ costume, but decided it could wait until she was more comfortable with her new job.

The butterflies were definitely there as she drove to Snake Eyes, but so was a building excitement. She hoped Go would call her up to his office during the night. It’d been too long since he’d gotten her off, she thought and giggled.

The bouncer nodded and swatted her ass as he let her through the man trap. She’d wondered why they didn’t sent the dancers through the hidden door, then guessed Go didn’t want his customers to know about it. Tawny and Adele weren’t there, yet… they wouldn’t start until there were more assess in the seats, as Go had explained. Her 1st set, Sharon found only a few men at the edge of the stage, watching as if they’d seen her dance every day and she was old news. By the end of her 3rd number she’d only tucked a handful of bills into her thong. The apathy from the still sparse room threatened to erode her smile and energy, but she kept it up, determined not to be beaten. After all, a couple of the guys really seemed interested. One had tucked a $5 into her thong, winking and telling her he was ‘saving more for the floor.’

She refrained from lifting her thong, though, and didn’t hump the pole as she’d done the night before… She’d decided the crowd had to earn the ‘total reveal.’ Finished, she sat down at the vanity that had her name taped to it, and smiled, finding a mug with the Snake Eyes emblem and the drink Go gave her. She guessed he’d been in to watch and was confident it meant she’d see him later. Though she didn’t want to admit it, the idea of working the floor still made her nervous. When the next performer finished her songs and had gotten put together again, she realized some of the others were starting to eye her. She could guess why, and didn’t want to be considered a diva. The room spun a little as she got up. She giggled, checked that she was fully dressed, a thought that made her giggle again, and followed the other woman through the side door that led onto the floor on the other side of DJ Jones’ booth, at the bar. She dutifully picked up a tray, pad, and pen, trying not to follow Cheri… that was the petite blonde’s name, too closely.

She moved through the club, trying to remember what Go and the girls had told her. No one had a specific table, until someone indicated interest in a particular girl or girls. When Cheri turned left, she went right, remembering every patron was supposed to be approached about a ‘drink or a dance’ every 5 minutes if they weren’t at the rail. The guys putting dollars in the dancers’ thongs were supposed to be approached no less than every 10 minutes.

Struggling not to look nervous or uncertain, Sharon moved from table to table. At 1st she was only asking, ‘Drinks?’ and had no takers. House rules were a patron was to have a drink in front of him, and she finally spotted a guy who’d just finished his drink. She smiled as she stepped up to him.

“What can I get for you, sir?” the man leered at her.

“Why a lap dance, darlin’,” he drawled, pushing back from the table and turning his chair. Sharon felt her cheeks flush, and was sure she’d somehow been tricked.

“Sure,” she stammered, “But you need a drink, too…” The man looked at his empty glass.

“I’ll order after you’re done,” he said agreeably. Nodding, Sharon set the tray and pad on the table.

“Sure,” she started, “I could get you that drink while we wait for the next song,” she started, but just then the song ended. The man smirked. Hoping her smiled looked natural, Sharon began to sway as the next piece began. She stepped close, then spread her feet to move up a leg to either side of her customer’s. His eyes moved from her face to her chest, down her body, back up. As her thighs pressed against his, Sharon found her balance improved and she could twitch her hips, a move that he obviously liked. She cautioned herself not to do just that, and mirrored the move with her shoulders, making her breasts dance in the thin ‘genie’ top she’d chosen.

Just as she began to relax, telling herself it wasn’t so bad, one of the man’s hands rose up, catching her ass cheek. She forced the smile as she shook her head at him,

“No touching, sweetie,” she warned, “I can touch you… You just watch and enjoy.” The hand groped her for another moment, slipping slightly closer to the cleft between her cheeks, before he abruptly let go. Sharon was surprised until she saw Geoff, one of the bouncers, glaring at the man from a few feet away.

“You all right Sharon?” he asked. She raised an eyebrow at the man who was still leering up at her, then nodded.

“Thanks, Geoff,” she gave the big man an honest smile, “I think he remembers the rules now.” and as if to reward him for his ‘good behavior,’ she settled lower, moving closer to the man’s crotch, until her own was pressed against the front of his pants. She bit back a gasp at the tremble that caused… She hadn’t expected to enjoy giving lap dances. Even as she wondered at that, she was pressing her nearly bare tits against the older man’s chest, grinding her crotch against him, then rocking suggestively. The man’s leer faded, an expression of amazement replacing it, and as she let her head back, groaning softly, she felt him shift beneath her… he’d been hard, she wondered what was happening. The man gasped, and a moment later, as she rolled back, looking down at the man’s lap, she saw the wet spot beginning to show… he’d cum. She felt a delicious sense of power at that… who knew she could get a man off without showing anything… without really touching him?

The song ended shortly thereafter, but she’d wisely backed off, not wanting to over stimulate the man. She also didn’t stop, moving as if nothing had happened, which he obviously appreciated.

“Amazing,” he managed when the song ended and she stepped back, “and thank you… Thank you for everything…” He fished out his wallet, handing her a bill she’d thought would be the requisite $20. To her surprise, it was a crisp $50. She smiled at him,

“Thank you so much!” and leaned over, hugging him warmly. The man was obviously surprised, and she found herself wondering if she’d missed something. “What a wonderful gift for my 1st lap dance!” she whispered, kissing the man on his cheek before retrieving her tray. “Now what can I get you to drink?” The man paused, then snorted.

“I don’t remember the last time I was a girl’s first,” he chortled, “Get me a glass of that 10 year Taylro Fladgate port Go is so proud of.” Sharon made a noted and started to back away, but the man caught her by the wrist, “You know what? Make it the 20 year… and a glass for you, too. We have to celebrate this,” he glanced down at his crotch, “Appropriately.” Blushing, Sharon nodded, returning to the bar, with only passing smiles at the various compliments thrown her way by the building crowd. She wondered if any of the other customers had seen her performance and were now interested in a lap dance. She giggled at the sudden image of her working only the tables, offering an endless series of lap dances to get off Go’s patrons. He hadn’t warned her not to let that happen, she reminded herself, and he’d certainly remember it.

The bartender, a terse, older man named Spears cocked an eyebrow at the order, clearly dubious. She handed him the man’s credit card, “He told me to tell you he’s serious, he’s celebrating, so he doesn’t mind paying for Go’s next bottle with these 2 glasses.” Already she was wondering if she should ask him to water it down-- ‘make it thin’ was the way the girls had told her to order hers. The trick was to have enough booze it looked right, but not so much she’d wind up totally blitzed.

She remembered Chris getting a bottle of port from a neighbor some Christmas past. It’d supposedly been wonderful for dessert but she’d agreed with her husband after one taste, it was too sweet and had a lingering unpleasant aftertaste… she hadn’t had another glass, preferring her sweet white wines when sweet was the flavor of the moment. Before she could ask, though, Spears was setting 2 small stemmed glasses, along with the charge slip, on her tray. Smiling her thanks, Sharon returned to the table where Mr. Lewis was watching the woman moving on stage.

“Here you go, Mr. Lewis,” she said, having gotten his name from the credit card. He smiled at her, scribbled something on the slip and then tucked it into the restaurant style book before lifting his glass, awaiting her joining him.

“To 1st ‘s,” he said, and she was pleased that he was no longer leering at her.

“and in expectation of their frequent repetition,” she said without thinking. He nodded, seemingly pleased, and they touched glasses before she took a healthy sip. He sat back, sighing,

“I have to admit, the old bastard is right… That is good port.” Sharon nodded, more than a little surprised to agree with him. They sat like that, sipping the drink and watching the rest of the current performer’s routine, when Sharon realized a couple of the other circulating girls were starting to look at her pointedly. She turned to her companion.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Lewis,” she said quietly, “You’ve been wonderful, and thank you so much for the drink, but if I don’t get back to work, I may get into trouble.” Instead of pointing out the obvious, he just reached across, patting her hand as he nodded. Sharon started to stand, but he held her hand a moment.

“Will you please an old man and finish your drink with me?” Sharon nodded, and downed the last ½ of hers, smiling at the warmth that followed. She leaned over, kissing the older man on the cheek, then returned to the bar. Spears took the slip, but called her back before she got 3 steps away.

“You give him a lap dance?” he asked, staring at her as if she’d done something impossible. She nodded. “Did he pay you for the dance separately?” She nodded again, puzzled. Spears switched the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other, “Damn, little lady, I’ll have to get me one of those,” Sharon just shrugged and started to head back into the tables when Spears rolled his eyes, “You earned a $100 tip from the guy no dancer’s ever gotten an extra cent from,” he finally explained.

Sharon wandered the floor in shock for several moments after that. She blushed every time she looked toward Mr. Lewis, the man seemed always to be watching her. She filled drink orders, asking without thinking if the patrons wanted a drink or a dance, but most of the men had arrived after she’d danced, and so were more interested in another of the girls they’d seen on stage. That was all right, she realized; her next turn with the pole was coming.



Sure enough, after her next set, there was no shortage of guys almost begging for a lap dance. She had enough interested patrons she could demand they get drinks before and after, and most ponied up for her, too. Having gone without ordering ‘thin’ the 1st time, she’d established a pattern, and frankly didn’t think about it until Spears warned her she was weaving she was so buzzed. She giggled, but agreed, telling him to make anything else thin. Being more than buzzed didn’t hurt with the lap dances, either… She didn’t protest about the occasional brief grope as she was shimmying and gyrating on a happy customer. There was no thought that what she was doing, simulating sex in public with a series of strangers was wrong, just an awareness she felt great, and the men were falling over each other to do what she wanted. God, she felt powerful.

Her third set flew by, and the crowd was howling and throwing money by the time it ended… She’d gotten into it totally, humping the front pole and repeatedly flashing the big crowd what lay beneath her thong, a thoroughly wet and aroused sex by then. TandA were next on the dance card, and as she finished collecting the bills that had been left on the stage, the next women sauntered out as if they owned the stage, and to the delight of the crowd both women went to work on Sharon’s bare tits pinching, then sucking at her nipples until her head dropped back and she moaned aloud. That seemed to be the signal the women had been waiting for; Tawny dropped to her knees, burying her face in Sharon’s crotch after openly pulling the front of her thong aside. At the same time, Adele stood, bringing Sharon’s open, moaning mouth to her own, kissing her passionately. The men went wild until DJ Jones started the women’s 1st number, and Sharon was finally able to stagger backstage.

She’d hoped to find Go there, but instead, her mug had been refilled. She giggled, aware she was still ***** from her last turn working the floor, but if Go wanted her to have it… She changed as she worked on the new drink, smiling at how hot she still was after the little stunt Tawny and Adele had done… She found herself wondering how it would be actually having sex with the other women. She stood at the break between the 1st and 2nd numbers, watching TandA perform from the side of the stage, amazed at how aroused watching the other women was making her… Sure, she’d fooled around with her Sisters, but it wasn’t like having a big cock… She shivered, pressing a hand against her crotch as desire threatened to overwhelm reason. She giggled, imagining throwing herself out onto the stage with the other women, a 3-way lesbo orgy on display for the crowd. Stepping back, just to make sure she didn’t actually do it, Sharon leaned against the wall, dimly aware she was too ***** to work the floor again. She relaxed when someone took her hand,

“Wow, girl, you look hot to trot.” Sharon giggled.

“Oh yeah… Do you think Mr. Lewis need another lap dance? I could cum too…” The room was spinning and it was hard to focus, but she thought it was Cheri leading her somewhere. “Is it always like this, Cheri?” she slurred. The girl laughed, softly.

“That’s Cherry, sugar, as in virginal. and I guess I hope it’s always heaven for you, but some days it’s a slog just to get through one set.” Sharon shook her head… that couldn’t be true. “Don’t worry, though,” Cheri… no Cherry went on, “When you’re feeling too tired to do it you find me… I’ll help you out, sugar.” Sharon murmured her thanks, but never considered what the younger woman might mean. They’d passed out of the dressing room, and down another hall. Sharon smiled, assuming Cherry was taking her someplace to recover.

“I’m sorry I drank too much,” she giggled, “But they were all so nice, and I forgot to have Spears thin it, you know?” She shivered, “and it’s so much fun making them pant… knowing they want you… That’s such power… Mmm, I’m horny,” she slurred, “Is Go here tonight?”

“Go’s always here, honey,” Cherry answered, “No wonder he’s so high on you… You’re gonna be a gold mine… make it easier for all of us, aren’t you.” Sharon just smiled and nodded, pleased to be helping. She knew they’d gone through some halls. She paused as Cherry opened another door, and then they were in a room lit in deep blue. Sharon remembered something about the light, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Now stand here,” Cherry said, and Sharon did as she’d been told. She hummed, then giggled, almost admitting to the other stripper she was so hot she wanted to masturbate. The other woman was deftly bringing things up, carefully putting them on Sharon’s elbows and upper arms. More went above her knees and to her ankles.

“I won’t try to escape,” Sharon giggled, lolling drunkenly, “I like it here… I feel so sexy.” Cherry stared at the woman in honest amazement. Her eyes kept falling to the ring on Sharon’s left hand.

“You really married, sugar?” she asked. Sharon’s head managed a slow nod that nearly brought her over backwards. Cherry couldn’t believe it. “He know what you do?” Sharon giggled.

“I’m a student.” Cherry had no idea what that meant, but she knew not to push it; she’d just seen someone step into the room. She checked once more, then waved, and whoever was manning the wall settings threw a switch. Sharon gasped, then giggled as the various cuffs that Cherry had applied lifted her, off of the floor. Cherry applied the last sling around the pretty white wife’s waist, leaving her fully supported, suspended, horizontal, head lolling back dangerously.

“Wheee!” Sharon giggled, “I’m flying. Wish I could get off, though…” Cherry had never seen anyone so horny… She’d seen women ***** off their ass, but this was unreal. She patted Sharon’s bare stomach, then deftly removed the older woman’s Velcro’d clothing. Sharon giggled, trying to move, then complaining, “Can’t touch myself.” Not wanting to have a problem, Cherry reached between Sharon’s legs. She tickled her fingers through the thin bands of pubic hair, then circled Sharon’s obviously aroused clit. The woman shivered and thrust her pelvis at the air. Cherry stepped back, realizing the 1st customer was there. Nodding at Go and the man at his elbow, the young stripper hurried back to begin working the floor, trying to not think about what was happening in the champagne room.

“Sharon?” Go’s voice penetrated the lust almost overwhelming the helpless white wife. She lifted her head, looking vacantly around the strangely lit room.

“Go?” she slurred, “God, I’m so glad you’re here… I’m so horny, baby… Please fuck me… Make me cum.” She shivered at the chuckle she’d come to know over the last week.

“So you want a cock? Little Mrs. Sobel needs a black cock?” She moaned and nodded,

“Yes, daddy… Please give me your cock.” He stepped forward, patting her shoulder, smiling as she whined, humping at thin air once again.

“You sure doin’ good for a beginner,” he murmured, “You sure you haven’t done this before?” She shook her head, “Damn, then, you’re a natural. Good thing ol’ Dave and Shaun found you ain’t it?” She nodded, trying to focus enough to see him.

“Give it to me,” she slurred, “Fuck me, please!”

“You need to fuck?” She nodded.

“Need to fuck,” she repeated, wantonly thrusting her bare pelvis at the air, setting the swing moving slightly. He reached down, tweaking her unpierced, obviously aroused nipple.

“You remember the champagne room?” She nodded, remembering a vague image of people having sex… remembered feeling Go thrusting into her as she watched. Mmmm… “We usually save this for after the new girls are… used to it,” Go chuckled, lightly spanking her bare, swaying ass, “But you’ve done so well tonight… Well, we can’t put a hot pussy to waste, can we?” Sharon shook her head, aware of little more than a desperate need to cum. “Well, it’s only fitting your 1st is memorable,” Go chuckled, “Seeing’s how you’re the 1st girl in 2 decades got my old man not only hard, but off…”

At that, Mr. Lewis, having watched the proceedings silently, moved up between Sharon’s splayed thighs. His resurgent cock-- a gift of the little blue pill for this 2nd celebration-- drove into Sharon’s drug fueled dripping sex easily. Her back arched and she screamed in pleasure, already trying to thrust herself against him. Part of her knew it wasn’t Go, but that didn’t matter… She had to cum, and he’d get her off… Go was there… Thought fragmented and she cried out again as she climaxed on the older man’s pumping cock. Having moved around, Go didn’t hesitate, unzipping and feeding the panting, hopelessly aroused white woman his swelling cock. She never hesitated, literally gobbling at him, slurping him into her throat and making no effort to get away from him, even when he held himself there for long seconds, blocking her air. If anything it seemed to fuel her climax, hips pumping spastically at his father’s erection. He backed off when he realized he was already getting close to cumming… she really was a talented little cocksucker.

Geoff was there… the 1st night was always reserved for the help to enjoy the new girls… Go had learned long ago that sharing the benefits kept his staff dedicated and happy. and few of the men out front would be able to fuck like those he’d assembled to put on such a wonderful display night out and night in. Many were fellow ZB Brothers. They weren’t all hung like he and Dave and Shaun, but there were enough big cocks in his employ to keep even Sharon satisfied, and she’d find more of his regular clientele were better hung than the boys at the university who’d been enjoying her. He smiled, watching her cum again on his ***’s thrusting cock as she gobbled at Geoff’s shaft, admitting it wasn’t just the money she’d make and the pleasure she’d bring his staff… the little cunt was a great fuck… he’d have to start making her his own each night before she danced…

Checking that they were positioned so the hidden cameras he had spread throughout his business would catch every moment, Go patted his father on the back, then headed for the door to relieve Spears… The man had been the 1st to let him know hid father had found his muse… he deserved a go with the hot new headliner.



Sometime later, Sharon managed to look around and wonder just where she was. The room was lit in blue, and she wondered why it was familiar and whether the walls were really blue or white… She giggled at the stupid thought, only then realizing her body was moving… She looked around again, seeing the blue lit straps leading to the ceiling. She blinked, trying to remember where she’d seen something like that. To one side she saw a similar contraption tied up against the ceiling, and then she flashed on a memory of Adele, fucking the stranger on the swing in the champagne room.

Her head snapped up and she managed a gasp, already aware it’s where she found herself… Someone was leaning over her, and she moaned, aware of pleasure as he went on thrusting into her. She tried to get a better look at him, face shadowed by his position. She was too embarrassed to consider asking him. She struggled to remember… Had he asked her to join him in the champagne room? Had she agreed? She shivered, having meant to strip and do lap dances, but nothing more… This was so wrong, it was little different from the string of men she’d been servicing at her apartment…

She shuddered, feeling a climax ripple through her body, and realized it was maybe a little different… God, it felt good… For a minute or 2, her focus returned to what was happening to her body… She quickly came again, then felt the man stiffen. He groaned and her breath caught as she was sure she felt his release inside of her… No condom? He went on thrusting at her a moment longer, then sagged back. It was Raoul, another of the bouncers, a big Italian guy she wasn’t sure even spoke English. He smiled down at her, as he pulled out.

“You like?” She managed a weak nod… she had cum, after all. His smile broadened, “I, too, grazie.” and then he was zipping up and moving on. She looked around more carefully… Several of the other girls were in various stages of passion with customers. She shivered wondering if soon someone else would begin to use her, and whether she wanted it to happen. She wasn’t sore, but felt strangely filled. She tried to reach down to her sex, but found her arms were still tied in place by the cuffs and her hanging weight. The sounds of other men and women lost in pleasure began to reach her, and she sighed, dimly aware of the keen need she’d felt, and so confident she’d been well pleased… but unsure of by whom. Go? She doubted it… The man might share her with Raoul, but he wouldn’t use her after other had, or at least that’s what she chose to believe. She wondered at the time… It’d been after 9 when she’d done her last set… She’d been supposed to be home by midnight.

Something hit her bare foot, spinning her half way around. A shadow moved with her, staying at her foot. She blinked, trying to see the face. She looked around, seeing other performers on the settees around the room, women she hadn’t been able to see before. Cherry saw her watching and smiled as she slowly took a man’s cock into her throat, cheeks hollowing wantonly. Something slapped against her bare sex. She gasped, as the cock backed off, slipping down over her labia before thrusting easily into her.

“Ahhh,” she managed, feeling herself filled still more, and aware her body was responding.

“Hmmm,” the voice said, low and close, “I can see why the old man could get off… You like to fuck, don’t you, little slut?” She managed a nod… no use arguing that with a man already fucking her. “I’ve already had you 3 times,” he went on, “Think I’ll have to make it a regular thing… Maybe you can blow me under the bar… I could even do you Doggie at the end by the register…” She shivered, realizing it was Spears. He’d had her 3 times? Who else had used her? Everyone in the place? She shivered, and not only in humiliation and some lingering horror at that thought… God, could she really be aroused by that? Her body jumped at his next in thrust, and she blushed, glad for the dim light at the obvious truth.

“Oh yeah,” he’d obviously felt her tense, “Four hours taking cock and you’re still good to go? You’re a queen slut,” he picked up the pace, “Too bad we can’t keep you overnight… Boss says I got to cut you down when I’m through.” Sharon was shocked at the part of her that didn’t want him to do it. But it was Saturday now… sometime in the early morning hours… What if Chris had called? Even the thought of her husband wasn’t enough to keep her from getting off as Spears went on fucking her, though. Finally he finished, gruntingly loudly as he spent himself inside of her. He disappeared momentarily, and Sharon found herself worried he’d only been teasing about cutting her down.

Abruptly the harness holding her suspended began to drop, and she was steadily lowered to the floor. Nothing hurt, but she reached a newly free hand down to cup her sex as her ass hit the cool tile floor and a flood of jism began to leak out. Horrified, Sharon struggled to keep it inside of her, even as she tried to remember if there was a shower in the prep room so she could clean up. The clothes she’d brought were dropped on her lap before Spears set about unbuckling the cuffs that’d supported her during her marathon session. He laughed, seeing her obvious dilemma. Pointing at the clothes, he murmured, ‘

“Don’t worry, slut, Go is looking out for you…” Then he was gone. Sharon suppressed a groan and determinedly kept from looking around as she used one hand to tease the underwear from the tangle of her clothes. She worried at the stain she’d leave on the Range Rover’s seat, then belatedly realized the panties weren’t the thong she’d worn… It was latex or rubber briefs. Grateful but embarrassed, she lifted her pelvis before removing her hand and struggling into the tight fitting panties. Even so, a generous amount of strangers’ jism was smeared on her inner thighs by the time she could stand up.

She was a little surprised to find her purse and a bag with 3 of the mugs like she’d been drinking out of were at her side… She guessed she wasn’t supposed to go back into the changing room… It would be the late shift, working, anyway, she reasoned. She was also aware that she was very tired… Her body felt as if she’d done an extremely hard day at work. She looked for the exit unsuccessfully until another of the dancers came in, leading not one but 2 eager young men. Both eyed Sharon openly and she smiled reflexively, wondering how many men had been inside of her that night. At the entrance, Geoff, the other bouncer she knew by name nodded. She resisted the urge to ask if he’d fucked her… she doubted he’d like thinking if he had that she didn’t remember it. She smiled at him and started for the door but he held up a finger, then rapped on the glass where the weasely guy who handled collecting money and checking ID’s worked. From the man’s open leer, she was more than sure he’d fucked her, and blushed accordingly-- he wasn’t the sort of man she’d ever want to have inside of her.

The struggling white wife paused at that… Chris was the only man she was supposed to want inside of her, she scolded herself. Before she could ask Geoff what he wanted, the man behind the Lexan screen… she couldn’t remember his name… pushed a legal sheet through the slot for her.

“Your schedule,” he said, his voice as nasal as would’ve expected based on his pinched expression. “We’ll see you back here tomorrow night.” Sharon nodded and didn’t argue, clutching her schedule in one hand as she hurried for the Range Rover. She drove home, oblivious to the new ‘Follow me to Snake Eyes’ bumper sticker, opposite the BZ Bitch sticker that’d been recently applied to the other side. With each mile, the night’s exertions caught up to her. She parked as if she was still *****, staggering into her apartment. Plucking at the tight rubber panties that had stopped most of the leakage in the car, she pouted at having to clean up. She took a step toward the bathroom before flopping heavily on to the bed… In just a minute, she told herself… she’d get up and shower and douche… The thoroughly used white housewife fell asleep a moment later, the panty dam locking her co-workers jism in place…