Lap Dance Pt. 02

In a matter of weeks, Charlotte had become a regular on the dance schedule. After two months of filling in for girls when they were absent or sick, she got her own slot and was no longer working as a cleaner.

Every night she would do her number and gradually she began to accumulate a few more outfits. She would put her hair in pigtails or braids, and wear a Catholic school girls uniform, communion dress or some other flowery or innocent looking outfit.

It wasn't hard for Charlotte to portray an innocent turned slut because essentially she was innocent. She was still a virgin and had only kissed a couple of guys. It sort of surprised her that she enjoyed being so sexual in front of so many men each night, since she hadn't really had a steady boyfriend in her whole life. She wondered what her fellow dancers, regulars, and the owner would say if they ever found out that she was a virgin.

She averaged 7 to 10 lap dances a night and had learned which moves made the men cum faster. She had perfected the art of the accidental touch, the subtle brush and the vocal moans that drove the men wild. She was quickly becoming the most popular stripper among the men who got lap dances.

In a few months, she had made enough money to pay her tuition bill. She marched into the Dean's Office with her cashier check proudly in hand.

Charlotte continue to strip because it allowed her to send some money home as well as live a little bit more of a comfortable existence at school. She was also saving for a rainy day in case they decided to raise tuition the next year.

One ordinary Thursday night, she was called to the back for a lap dance. She rarely looked at the men directly in the face as most men preferred to remain anonymous. She straddled her customer and started to slowly rotate her hips, and jiggle her breasts. Something about him seemed familiar, and as she removed her bra, she stole a glance at his face.

Fuck!

It was the Dean!

Charlotte was paralyzed with fear and didn't know what to do. At this point, she was on auto pilot with her stripping and dancing, but her mind was racing.

Had he recognized her?

Did he know when she dropped off the check?

Did anyone at school know?

Would she get kicked out?

She kept the dance very chaste and at the end, she was about to walk away when he put a $50 bill in her g string and said in a husky voice, "I'd like the Chastity Special."

She knew what he meant, but how could she jerk off the Dean?! He was married too. She stared at his thick gold wedding band as she let her breasts brush his face. She turned her back to him and allowed her ass to "accidentally" brush his erect penis tenting his pants. When she heard him exhale the teltale moan, she sighed with relief.

She quickly left him and ran into the bathroom and threw up. She wondered what his wife would think of his cum soaked underwear when she did laundry.

After a week went by and when she wasn't summoned to the Dean's office or delivered a letter of suspension, she figured he hadn't recognized her and was in the clear. However, the next night, the Dean showed up again for another lap dance with her.

A few weeks later, she got the annual letter about her scholarship. Every year, she had to interview in front of a panel to maintain her scholarship. It was really more of a formality and was in place in case somebody's grades dipped, or some other reason that would prevent them from renewing the scholarship. She put on navy blue pants and a white blouse with a blazer. It was the same outfit she wore every year to the panel interview.

She was not nervous at all when she arrived at the academic building for her interview as she had done this many times. The secretary greeted her by name and told her to go in the conference room. The panel would be there shortly.

Charlotte entered the dark paneled room with its burgundy carpet and long oak table and took a seat in the middle of the table. Just then, the chair at the head of the table swiveled around to face her. It was the Dean. She tried to hide her surprise as he usually didn't conduct the interviews for the returning students.

"Hello Charlotte. That's an interesting outfit. Perhaps you out to wear that one tonight. It's very demure, schoolgirlish" and he gave her a smile that said I know what you look like under there.

Charlotte was stunned and left speechless and glanced at the door.

"No one else is coming. I told the panel I'd handle this myself. Marsha is now on her lunch break as I told her she could leave as soon as you arrived. We are going to have a chat Charlotte or do you prefer Chastity?"

"Charlotte" she gulped.

"Here's how it's going to go Charlotte. Next weekend we are going to go out of town and stay in a motel. I'm going to fuck you as many times as i need to get you out of my system. When we are done we will go back to our lives and your scholarship will continue as per usual."

"I can't do that" she said in a small voice. "I'm not a hooker."

"No, but you are a whore. I see how wet you get when you are giving a lap dance. Your pussy juice practically drips out of you and I know you cum with some of the customers, but never with me. That will change next weekend."

While he was talking, Charlotte was estimating her weekly take from dancing and trying to calculate if it would be enough to get by without her scholarship, but by her estimates she was about $10k short.

"I won't do it." she said in a soft voice.

There was no way she was going to give her virginity to him. He wasn't bad looking for a man his age and his cock was sizable, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. The same reason she never came when she danced for him, even though she was often on the verge.

"Well, then I have no choice, but to cancel your scholarship on grounds of poor moral turpitude. I won't submit my recommendations until next Friday. If you say yes to my invitation, this will all go away."

Charlotte stood up and walked out without another word.

When she got to the club that night, she was on the verge of tears. One of the older dancers, Honey, with whom she had become friendly, pulled her in the back and sat down next to her on the couch.

"Sugar, what's wrong? You look like you're going to break."

Charlotte burst into tears and then told her the whole story.

"Well that explains alot. I always wondered what a smart girl like you was doing in a dump like this. Why don't you just fuck the guy and be done with it. It's only 1 weekend out of your life." Honey reasoned.

"Because, well, because" Charlotte stammered not sure if or how she should tell her.

"Spit it out. No need to be embarrassed around me. I've been around and have done everything you can imagine. I have plenty of regrets."

"Because, I'm a Christian and a virgin."

The stripper let out a whoop of laughter and took a few moments before she could speak.

"You've got to be shitting me!"

Charlotte shook her head to indicate she wasn't.

"Well I'll be dammed. No wonder you can play the sweet innocent girl so well, you are one!"

Charlotte nodded.

"Hmmm well if you don't want to give it up to him, and you have to drop out if you don't, you are in a bind. How much would you need to get by without the scholarship?"

"If I keep working here, probably $10-12k."

"That's alot, but not totally impossible. I know you don't want to give it up to him, but how about someone else?"

Charlotte looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"There are sites where you can auction off your virginity and sell youself to the highest bidder. Some of the girls get $10-15k especially if they are really pretty like you."

"I'm not a hooker" Charlotte protested.

"Who said anything about being a hooker. You are just selling off a valuable asset. Besides, its only like an 8 inch difference from what you are doing now."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you dance and you get the guy off. Maybe sometimes you cum yourself. Guys see you naked, a few more inches and they'd be inside of you cumming instead of creaming in their pants. Really not much different."

Charlotte thought about that and had to agree there was some logic to it. If she fucked the Dean, where would it end. He'd have something lord over her every year. He could blackmail her into being his fuck toy whenever he felt like it. He'd never leave her alone and she'd always be under his thumb.

Selling her virginity to a stranger whom she'd never see again seemed like a better, albeit scarier option. It was easier for her to be sexual with complete strangers. But the Dean could hurt her academic career if she rebuffed him. Also, he probably wouldn't hurt her since she could easily tell his wife. His wife! Why hadn't she thought of that?

The rest of her shift passed quickly and she used the time to think about what she would say to the Dean the next day.

The next day, she marched straight to the Dean's Office and asked to see him. After the door shut behind her and she sat down, he smiled at her.

"I see you have come to your senses. What time should I pick you up of Friday?"

"What time does you wife make dinner? I wouldn't want to disrupt her schedule" she said in a pointed way.

"My wife knows full well about my intention to fuck you till you can barely walk. In fact, she was the one who suggested it. Our physical relationship ended over a decade ago and we still love and care for each other so she allows me my freedom to meet my needs."

He sat back in his chair with a smug and satisfied smile.

"Then I'll tell the board about your, your sextortion!" Charlott spluttered.

"Go right ahead. once they find out you are a stripper that gives happy endings, they will revoke your scholarship based on the morality clause."

Charlotte got up abruptly and tore out of the room. She didn't want him to see her tears.

Charlotte spent the next day scouring the internet for virginity auction sites. She had a university computer and alot of the sites were blocked, but after some carefully worded search terms she was able to get on a site called Vetted Virgins.

The site required a certificate from a doctor certifying an intact hymen, nude photos and a blood test to show no sexually transmitted diseases. The men would post what they were looking for, how many hours they wanted with the girl, and what they would pay and the girls would indicate the ones they were interested in. Charlotte was able to get the certificate and blood test from the campus health center and Honey took a few naked pictures of her.

If she could earn enough, she could earn the rest dancing if she worked all summer.

"Sugar, I don't know why are going to so much trouble. Just fuck the man. It'll be over in less than an hour and you can get on with you life" Honey had advised her.

But at this point, it was a battle of wills. She browsed the men's profiles, submitted her 3 picks to the website and then waited to see if any of the men were interested and what they would bid.

The next day, during class, she heard the ping of the email come through. One of the men had bid $13,500. He had a few conditions. He wanted her for 4 hours, leaving open the possibility of having sex more than once. He wanted his identity hidden under a wig and a mask and he wanted her to strip and dance for him, but after that she was to be completely passive while he did what he wanted with her. She had indicated that she would be ok with oral and vaginal sex. No anal, no bdsm, no toys.

Charlotte couldn't believe this had worked. She hoped he wasn't too ugly for fat, but she was going to accept regardless. Losing her virginity was bad enough, but she wanted it to be her choice, on her terms, not forced to fuck the Dean for something her grades had earned for her.

The next day, she received further instructions. She would arrive at a hotel just out of town at 6 pm. The money would automatically be deposited in her account at 10 pm unless the man put a stop on it. He could only do that if she didn't look like her pictures, she wasn't a virgin or if she refused to have sex with him until 10 pm.

Charlotte was so nervous, but excited as well. She actually grew wet when she clicked the accept button. She couldn't believe she was going to have sex with a masked stranger. The thought turned her on in a surprising way.

The day of the big event, she showered carefully. She shaved her legs and armpits and trimmed her pubic hair. Although she advertised as natural in this department, she decided a close crop look was sexier. She put on her white cotton bra and panties and the Catholic School girl outfit. She was ready long before 6 pm.

When she got to the hotel, a key and instructions were waiting for her at the desk.

"Chastity - I will be in the room waiting. Please come in and dance for me and I will take it from there. I will not speak, but you will know what I want."

Naed

Naed? It was pronounced Ned. She wondered if he was Swedish. She was both terrified and excited as she walked down the hall to room 216.

Charlotte quietly opened the door and took in the room. It was a typical mid range hotel room that looks the same in every city. A middle aged man was sitting in a chair in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. He was tall and wore a batman style mask that almost made her giggle. He was also sporting a toupee from what she could tell. He wasn't bad looking from what she could see. He was a little soft and had a paunch that most middle aged men had, but he was not repulsive like she feared. He looked like her typical client.

Naed turned and looked at her when she entered the room, undressing her with his eyes. She put her bag down on the desk and sauntered over to where he was sitting. He had music playing on the clock radio and she closed her eyes and straddled him as she started to move.

Charlotte was now Chastity and she rotated her hips in a seductive way bending over so he could peek down her blouse. His cock had already sprung to attention and was straining against his boxer shorts.

She slowly unbuttoned then removed her white blouse and spun her breasts, still locked up in her bra, in a circle inches from his face. He kissed each acorn hard nipple through the cotton fabric. She felt a trickle of wetness form between her legs.

After some more swaying and dancing, she removed the plaid skirt and danced before him in her chaste white cotton bra and panties. Her underwear was soaked from her arousal. Naed had freed his cock from his underwear and it stood rock hard at attention while she writhed and gyrated.

Charlotte took a moment to examine his cock. It was actually the first male member she had seen in person in her life. It was about 9 inches long with a large head that had a bead of precum on the tip. His balls appeared full and it looked as if he had shaved himself for the occasion.

Charlotte teased her clit with the tip of his cock through her underwear. She heard his sharp intake or his breath as he felt her wetness. She unhooked her bra and let it it slide slowly down her arms revealing her pendulous breasts inch by inch.

Naed reached up and squeezed her breasts. As she continued to dance, he took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to lick, suck and tease it until it was hard and elongated. He then did the same with the other one.

Charlotte took a deep breath and knew it was time to get to the main event. She slowly shimmied down her underpants and stood before him completely naked. Her arousal covered her inner thighs at this point. She straddled him again and teased her clit with the head of his cock. They both moaned.

At this point, Naed couldn't wait any longer. He stood up, quickly divested himself of his clothes and motioned for her to get on the bed.

Nervously Charlotte climbed up on the queen sized bed and parted her legs. During this time, Naed rolled on a condom. He crawled up between her legs and hesitated for just a moment as to say, "are you sure?" She nodded and in one stroke he entered her roughly, shedding her hymen to bits.

Charlotte cried out in both pain and pleasure as she was filled up with Naed's cock. She felt preternaturally full, but the feeling of pleasure was overwhelming. He began to move in and out of her. She bucked her hips to meet his. He reached down and began to finger her clit as he entered her over and over. The feelings started to overwhelm her and she moaned and cried out "Oh God!" as her body convusled in a powerful orgasm.

Having made her cum, he took a few more strokes before sinking deep in her with a low moan. He collapsed on top of her, still hard inside of her. After a few moments, he rolled off of her and took off the condom, tied a knot and headed into the bathroom.

Naed came back out a few minutes later with a wet washcloth and a towel. He set about tenderly cleaning the blood from between her legs and inner thighs. He brought her a glass of water which she gulped eagerly.

After he had cleaned her up and dried her, he put the blood soaked washcloth in his bag. He then began to kiss her tenderly between her legs. The feeling was exquisite. He licked the length of her slit. Charlotte felt herself grow wet again. When he got to her clit he licked it gently with little flicks of his tongue. She squirmed and arched her back to meet his mouth.

Naed continued this slow assault on her most tender area. He then inserted a finger inside of her and swirled it around while he teased her clit with his tongue. Charlotte was moaning and writhing on the bed.

Just as she was about to cum, he pulled his finger out and backed away from her. He rolled on another condom and flipped her on her stomach. He lifted up her hips and entered her from behind. His finger reached around for her clit and she came almost instantly. He slammed himself inside of her over and over making a thwacking sound as his pelvis smacked her ass. He released himself deep inside of her with an audible moan.

He rolled off of her and they both fell asleep. About a half an hour later, Charlotte heard something, but could barely open her eyes. She realized by the sounds that he was masturbating himself over her naked body. When she felt the warm cum splatter on her breasts, she fell asleep again.

The next time she awoke, he was fucking her again. Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out, ripped off the condom and came on her face and in her hair. She was too tired to protest.

He then spread her legs and began to lightly hit her between her legs. He was spanking her pussy. He then pulled her lips apart and began to lightly hit her clit. She started to grow wet. He then inserted one finger, then two then three and finally his whole hand disappeared inside her. He fucked her this way until she came shamelessly on his hand. Then he entered her swiftly and came quickly. She fell asleep again.

When she woke up, he was gone. She grabbed her phone and checked her account and the money was there. She had done it and it wasn't so bad. She gingerly got up and went in the shower. It hurt to walk as she was so sore from being fucked many times and fisted in a 4 hour period. She washed herself off and then went home.

The next day, she arrived at the bank as soon as it opened to get her cashier's check. She marched to the Dean's Office with her head held high. When she asked to see him, the secretary said, "The Dean is out but he left something for you."

She took Charlotte's check and handed her a small bag. She opened it as she walked out and her legs gave out underneath her. The contents rolled out on the floor.

A batman mask and a blood stained wash cloth.

Fuck!

What had she done?!

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