Marcy & Rodgers' Adventures Pt. 05

First of all, all persons in this story are 18 years or older. The second thing is that this is my world that I'm writing about, and almost anything can happen. If you have read my other stories and disliked them, you can find one of the thousands of others posted here.

I would also like you to know this is a work of 100 percent pure fiction. Please note that not all couples have monogamous relationships, unlike the majority of couples, which is approximately 95%.

My husband had always wanted me to sleep with other men, and I had resisted until his 45th birthday. On that night, I became a hotwife and had my first threesome, and no, my husband was not one of the participants. He watched me have some of the strongest orgasms of my life, which ended with me squirting for the very first time. Also, on that night, I ended up becoming a dancer at the strip club where the threesome occurred. I also started getting paid for sex, something I really enjoyed anyway. Almost every time a strange man entered me, I wanted to please them because I wanted to please my husband, and he got off on it. I have also come to find out you can truly love more than one person at the same time. In a very short period of time, I have fallen in love with a wonderful man who has become a true lover in every sense of the word.

Another Glorious Day With Mr. S

Tommy tells the story about how he met Meg.

In the morning, I woke to that familiar feeling of Tommy's fingers dancing lightly on top of my landing strip. It was causing a nice tingling feeling in my vagina.

I turned to look at him and said, "Did you have a good night's sleep, love?"

He told me in a low, sad voice, "I feel bad about what I did to you last night. I used you like a common street whore. I hadn't done something like that since before I took Meg off the Streets."

"What do you mean by before you took Meg off the streets?"

He started, "I should tell you the story of how I met Meg. This might take a while."

I sat up cross-legged to listen to his story about his beloved Meg.

When I was a younger man, 25 years ago, I never felt the need to get married. But quite often, like most men, I got horny often. I had watched most of my friends fall into the dating game trap with women who just wanted to get married and get rich. Most of the time, it did not go well; they ended up divorced and half as rich as before.

When I felt the need for sex, I would drive the streets and look for streetwalkers. Most of the time, we just did it in the car's back seat. I would bring the ones I liked to a motel on the Berlin Turnpike and spend the night with them if they performed well and showed any passion.

Then, one night, on the way home after a bachelor party, I was driving through the north end of Hartford, and I saw a woman who caught my eye. I kept having the driver go around the block. I could not comprehend why her clothes were so dirty. She had a ton of makeup, but I knew her facial features would be stunning if not for the gaudy makeup. So, I had my driver pull over to speak to her.

When she came up to the car, she just wanted to get in the car to get away from her pimp. She was terrified and shaking as she told me he was high on drugs and had taken all the girls' money that night, and they had no place to stay.

I had her get in the car, and her pimp ran over and said, "You want my girls? You have to pay me upfront. Thirty for a blow job, be back in 15 minutes; if you want to fuck the bitch sixty, be back in thirty. Pay up now, and if you are late, you pay extra."

I tossed two twenties towards him that blew down the street in the wind, and he ran to chase them down. I had the driver cruise the streets. She did not speak much. At one point, she told me she was hungry, so I stopped at one of the all-night diners on the Berlin Turnpike and got her a burger and fries.

While she was eating, she did not appear to be in the right state of mind, and I asked if she was on drugs. She said her pimp made all the girls snort cocaine so they could not think for themselves. I ended up taking her home, I helped her shower, and washed all the ungodly makeup off of her. I found bruises all over her body. I asked her where they came from, and she said most came from her pimp, and the others came from unhappy Black customers. I had her put on a t-shirt, and I lay down in bed with her. She wanted to know what was wrong with me because I was not trying to have sex with her. I just held her and tried to stop her from shaking. In the early morning hours, she was worried her pimp would kill her when I brought her back.

Later that morning, in the light of day, I could tell she was prettier than I had thought. I sent a maid with my driver to a nearby large box store to purchase some items for her to wear. I also called a doctor to examine her and conduct a thorough physical examination. He said she had no broken bones. He told us he could get medication that would break her from the cocaine addiction, that is, if she wanted to get off. She would not have the shakes after a week or so.

He did a blood test, checked her vagina, and suggested we not have unprotected sex because he was pretty sure she had a venereal disease. He was right and sent over antibiotics and the medication to break her cocaine addiction later that day.

For the first month, we just talked and went out for walks on the grounds, but the one thing I could not shake her off of was her worries that her pimp would fine her and want money from her. Initially, I would give her $500 a day, and she would put it in a drawer in the closet. She started cuddling with me once she had gotten rid of the shakes and no longer needed drugs. I took her to Greta's and bought her nice nightwear, and a week later, we started buying her lingerie. We also got her sexy clothes from a nice women's store down the street from Gretta's.

About a month later, we finally started kissing, and a week after that, we made love for the first time. In the aftermath of our lovemaking, she told me in a joking tone that now that we were sleeping together, her allowance should be raised. The next morning, there was $1,000 on her bed stand. She said she was only kidding and no longer wanted my money, and asked if she could stay with me forever. I told her that as long as she took the money every morning, she could stay because someday I would die, and she would need it to live on, and to consider it as a 401K plan. The money would always be gone.

After two years of sleeping together, we were out at a small bar and met a very sexy bisexual woman who fancied us. She sat with Meg most of the night. Meg had too much to drink, and the woman kissed her neck. That turned Meg on; I could see it as her face went flush, and she kissed her back. Then they started making out and feeling each other up. Being the dirty old man that I am, I asked them if they wanted me to take them home so they could get more comfortable with each other.

Meg looked at me submissively and said, "Yes, please, Tommy. I have never had this feeling before, and I need to see where it goes, so if you don't mind and won't kick me out afterwards, yes, take us home."

In the car, the woman's t-shirt was gone in a flash, and Meg's top came off minutes later. They walked into the house with no tops on, and Meg led her hand in hand to the bedroom. The woman pushed Meg onto the bed and slowly pulled her jeans and panties down and off. Then she slowly stripped herself completely naked. She jumped on the bed, and the woman kissed all over Meg's body, and then she sucked her pussy to orgasm after orgasm. They were some of the strongest orgasms I had ever seen her have. Then Meg turned their attention to me, and the woman rode my cock while Meg sat on my face reverse cowboy. They kissed and fondled each other's breasts. That was our first threesome.

The woman stayed around for three days and left in the middle of the night out of the blue without leaving a name or a way to reach her. Three of Meg's envelopes were also missing from her nightstand. Meg was upset and asked if we could go back to the bar to ask about her. The bartender remembered us and told us the night we met her was the first time she had ever been there, but they would get that a lot because they were right across from the train station, and the two bus depots were just around the corner. I must say that our love-making went up a notch after she had left.

We would occasionally have other people join us in our bed. Once Meg felt more comfortable with herself, she would walk around the house in her lingerie, then in bras and panties, or just panties sometimes. When she did that, I knew I was in for one hell of a night.

But I always left her $1000 on her nightstand. To this day, I have no idea what she did with it; anytime she went out, she used the credit cards I had given her. Three years ago, she died due to complications from cancer, and I stayed with her till the end. When she could no longer have sex comfortably, she took me out to strip clubs, and one night, we met Mindy and brought her home. They kissed passionately, and Mindy would give her orgasms without hurting her. In the days following Mindy's visits, she was always in good spirits.

Carmella had become Meg's caregiver and later my household manager, taking care of my needs when I needed relief. One night, Meg walked into Carmella's room and caught her giving me a blowjob. I thought she would blow her top, but no, she lay on the bed beside me and ran her fingers across my chest while instructing Carmella on how to do it the way I enjoyed it.

However, one of the things I loved about Meg was how happy she seemed when hosting one of my galas. She would plan the event to make sure everything was just right. On the night of the event, she ensured that the guests would have plenty of food and drink, and the models she hired discreetly attended to the male guests so that the married couples would not be upset. Sometimes, she even arranged for some of the married couples to take one of the models up to the rooms.

We started hosting galas four to five times a year, and as a result, all of my business prospered. Later, I found out that some of the salespeople who called on me would benefit from Meg arranging dates with a call girl to keep them happy and secure good prices for me.

He ended the story by saying Meg was not an angel. But I never treated her like I did you last night, and I am truly sorry for that.

"Tommy, you did nothing to hurt or offend me last night."

I kissed him.

"If you had done anything wrong and hurt me, I would have kicked your ass and walked out on you."

"So you did not get hurt in any way?" He asked.

"No, Tommy, rough sex is just that, and we all need it occasionally. You were turned on by me taking Raffia all the way down my throat, and then when I presented you my pussy in a lude new way, it turned you on; you probably thought you were in your own private porn movie, and you took me hard and deep because you were very turned on. I'm eager to see the tape. I wish I had turned it on in the beginning. Boy, did you fuck me silly, and I deserved every second of it and loved it."

"Now roll onto your stomach so I can give you a massage. You do remember I have to work tonight, don't you?"

"Yes, what time will you get off?" he asked.

"Around 1 am. I should return here around 1:30. Can I take the Jag, love?"

"You sure can. That's why I had it brought up. But Marcy, will you be doing any men tonight?" he asked with sad puppy dog eyes. I could tell he was getting very attached to me, and to tell you the truth, I was falling in love with him.

"Now, lover, you know sometimes that's part of my job, and I'm not sure we should talk about that. You do not have the same makeup as Rodger, who would get off on that? But I will be in your bed fresh and clean like a virgin so your talented fingers can wake me up. Are we going to any dealerships tomorrow?"

I reached over to his nightstand and got his lotion for his massage. While massaging his ass, he would raise it when my finger hovered over his rosebud.

I bent down while I was letting my finger circle around it.

I asked in a sexy voice, "Do you like what I am doing to your ass?"

"Yes," he answered in a husky voice.

"Do you want me to push harder with my finger?"

He raised his ass, and my finger went into the first knuckle.

I whispered in his ear in a low, sexy voice, "I guess you like it?"

I started licking his ear as I pushed a little deeper to the second knuckle.

He moaned and said, "Oh god, all the way, please."

I withdrew my finger and put a big drop of lotion, then reinserted my finger and pushed it in all the way and rotated it to find his prostate and rubbed it while I reached under him and massaged all his pre-cum over his dick. He lifted himself onto his knees, and he fucked my now two fingers. I could tell it was not the first time he had engaged in ass-play. Then, without warning, he shot a very large load of cum into my other hand and over the sheets.

I said, "Tommy, you should have warned me so I could have taken you in my mouth so we did not have to have Carmella change the sheets, and now, who will clean my hand off?"

He sat up, took my hand, and licked it clean. I asked him, "Tommy, you enjoy eating your cum, but you did not want me to snowball you Raffia's cum last night. Why is that?"

"The last time Meg and I brought a man into our bed. He was a bully. He treated Meg like shit, and after he forced her to suck him off, he demanded that I kiss her, and it tasted very bad. I know what my cum tastes like and do it when I want to. Last night brought back those bad memories."

"I see that guy wanted to cuckold you. Those guys are Alfa Males and think they are superior to everyone; every woman belongs to them, and they always have to be in charge. Have you ever had to deal with him again?"

"Unfortunately, yes, I have a thank you dinner for his company tomorrow night, but I'm having it at the Steak House on the Berlin Turnpike, so he does not have to come to this house anymore."

You should have him back here for drinks afterward. So a couple of my friends and I can get you some revenge."

"I can't afford to lose his business. He gives me the best prices of all the people in the trucking trade, and I use them for all my car deliveries."

"No, nothing like that; by the time we finish with him, he will want to suck your dick and cut his prices."

"Hey Tommy, I have to get ready to go to work. Can I grab something from Meg's closet to wear tonight?"

"Sure, but you know I'm going to miss you tonight; after the last couple of days, I've gotten used to you in my bed at night."

I went into Meg's closet and found a set of nude-colored lingerie, which I would let him dress me in. Then, I got a set of red and black ones and put those set in my duffle, along with some various sets of bras and panties. I then found my black share blouse and a black short-flared skirt and put them in a hanging garment bag along with a couple of other outfits. Then, I got a beige wrap-around dress.

There was a sitting area in her closet where she could dress, but I wanted to do it in front of Mr. S., so I walked over to his chair after starting the camera. I pushed the straps of the dressing gown off my shoulders; it caught on my nipples. I reached up and massaged my breast while pinching my nipples, and let it float to the floor, and I stepped out of it. And I ensured his viewing pleasure by doing a proper stripper retrieval. I turned my back to him, then picked up the gown, looking and smiling at Mr. S from between my open legs.

I reached back and opened my pussy, and said, "Get a good look. You won't see it till your talented fingers wake me tomorrow morning, lover."

Then I sat in the chair and put the nylons on very slowly. I was giving him a reverse striptease. Once I had them up to my knees, I stood up, rolled them up the rest of the way, and had Tommy smooth them out. While he was doing that, I put on the garter belt, and he adjusted the straps and fastened them after he had done the front and had me turn around. He then repeated the process in the back. I turned to face and handed him the French-cut panties, and Tommy had me step into them, pull them slowly up my legs, and adjust them the way he liked. He ran his hand over my pussy and gave me a deep kiss. Then he picked up the bra and held the straps so I could slip into it. He tenderly placed my breast in place, then reached around and fastened its hooks. When he was done with that, we shared a very sensual kiss. Then he held the camisole and slipped it over my head only after tweaking my nipples.

He said, "You look good enough to eat my love."

"You had your chance this morning, buddy."

I have to get going. Will you help me with the dress?

He helped me with the dress. Then I put on a pair of flats.

He asked, "What, no stripper shoes?"

They are in the duffle. It's too hard driving the Jag with them on.

"You got a point. Marcy, I'm going to miss you tonight."

I reached into the bottom of the duffle I had taken from my house and looked for a special CD. I found it and handed it to him. "Watch this tonight. Maybe after your happy fingers get me going tomorrow morning, I'll reenact it for you."

He looked at the label, which read, "Part 1 Marcy masturbating Solo" and "Part 2 Marcy masturbating with toys."

I whispered in his ear, "This will keep you busy tonight. I hope after you watch it, you'll be ready to jump my bones in the morning."

I got in the Jag and left for work; luckily, there was a spot up front. One of the bouncers came over to tell me to move because the spots were for dancers only. When he saw it was me, he opened the door and helped me out. The bottom of my dress had ridden up my legs, and when I got out, He got a very big smile when he noticed my nude-colored panties and nylons. I opened my legs wider to give him a good look. He said, "Boy, you are going to knock them dead tonight, Mrs. Robinson." He grabbed my garment bag and duffle from me and carried them inside for me.

When we got inside, one of the girls said, "Hey, you never carried my bags in for me."

The bouncer said, "That's because you never share your tip with the bouncer, and you treat us like second-class citizens. I'm not your fucking bellboy."

I knocked on Mindy's door, and she said to come in. I said, "I'm here. Do you have anything lined up for me?"

She came over and said, "As a matter of fact, your first client is upstairs in apartment #2, and what do you have on under that dress, sweet thing?"

I pulled the belt and let it fall open.

She said, "Holy shit, girl, you look fantastic. Maybe I should have booked you for two hours because he will want to stay at least that long, that's for sure."

She handed me a key and said, "This will get you in both doors."

When I left Mindy's office, Walter, Mr. S's driver, was standing in the club looking around.

I snuck up to him, put my hands around his chest, and asked, "So Walter, are you here for pleasure, or to spy on me?"

He said, "Mr. S asked me to get your license so I can make a copy of it, and he wants you to call him with your social security number. The corporate office needs them to add you as an authorized person to drive any cars with their dealer plates."

I led him into the office, made a copy of my license, wrote my SS#, and said, "Here you go; no need for me to call him. I trust you just like I trust him."

He left, and Mindy asked, "What was that about?"

"Mr. S needs a copy of my license and SS# to put me on the list of people able to drive his cars with dealer plates. I'd better get upstairs. Don't start his time for another 15 minutes because I kept him waiting.

The client was sitting on the bed when I got to the room.

I walked up to him and opened the dress. He instinctively put his arms around my waist on the top of my ass and gave it a small squeeze. Then I said, "I apologize for being tardy, love. I had something I just had to take care of, but your time won't start until 4:30. Is that OK with you?"

He said, "I would have waited all night for you to come up. I've wanted to spend time with you since you started working for Mindy."

I asked, "How would you like to spend the next hour?"

"Let's start by getting rid of that dress?"

I pulled his head so it was against my camisole. The client moved the camisole up, kissed my stomach, and licked his way down to the top of my garter belt.

"I love the smell of your perfume; what's it called?"

"Lust, my dear, I am just aroused from your touch. It will get stronger as you get me more worked up." I was pumping up his ego and playing my little game, making him feel like a king.

"Can we just remove the panties and leave the rest on for now?"

"Sure, would you like to remove them, or do you want me to?" I asked as I slipped my hand inside the panties and played with myself.

He reached up, pulled the band of the panties down, stopped at my hand, then moved his face closer and inhaled. He then started licking all around my hand. I ran my index finger through my lips and offered it to him, and he licked my wetness off. Then he pulled me down on the bed and finished pulling the panties off, then licked up my thighs and all around my labia. He was not very good at it. When I would move his head around to pleasure me, he would return to what he wanted to do. So I faked that I liked what he was doing and started talking and moaning like a porn star.

He asked, "Do you like what big daddy is doing to you, my little girl?"

I whispered, "Oh ya, Daddy, you made me cum twice already."

"You ready to take daddy's big dick in your tight young pussy now?"

He was talking like he was in another world. This appalled me, and my pussy dried up in a flash.

"I'm not sure. It might be too big for me, but we need to wrap it up; let me put a condom on that monster for you, Daddy."

He was not that large, but I pumped up his ego by telling him how big he was as I put his condom on. I just rolled it down using my hand and did not use my signature style of rolling it down with my mouth and then giving him a blow job.

I thought to myself, 'I guess they are not all going to be fun.'

After I got the condom on, I turned my back to him and mounted him reverse cowgirl so I did not have to look at him. I had a strange feeling about this one. I lowered myself down, telling him that he was too big and I had to go slow so he would not hurt me. The real reason was that I needed to build a little moisture so he would not fuck my dry pussy. I was daydreaming it was my husband Rodger and Tommy fucking me, and that did the trick. My pussy started getting wet, and I started my show.

"Oh my god, Daddy, you're right. You are big. Can you feel how you filled me up?"

He said, "Ya daddy knew he could fill your tight young pussy and get you all wet just like he gets mommy wet."

He was in a fantasy land. It sounded like he was talking to a young girl.

"Are you going to be a good little girl and cum for Daddy just like Mommy does?"

I don't know why I said, "Oh, Daddy, is this my birthday present?"

He said, "Yes, it's your present, honey."

"Oh, thank you, Daddy. Please cum for me and fill that condom full of your cum for me, Daddy. Show me how much you love me."

Just then, he bucked hard for about ten seconds and filled the condom. I got up and found my panties on the floor, and put them on, then put the dress on and tied it. I went over to the nightstand, opened the envelope, and checked it for money. There was $300. I put it in my purse and started to leave.

He said, "I thought you had to stay the whole hour?"

"No, buddy, I have to be able to get into a date. I can't get into it with a pedophile who thinks he fucking underage children. Please do not ask for me again. GOOD BY!" Then I walked out.

When I got down to the club, I was pretty pissed off. I went over to the bar and ordered a shot of Jack. Steve could see I was upset and came over and asked what was wrong. I told him, and he told the bartender to call Mindy and tell her to meet him upstairs. Steve and a bouncer went up and escorted the guy off the property, telling him not to come back. He was walking away before Mindy made it to the front door. As they stood outside, a police cruiser stopped and asked if we needed any help, and Mindy told him that she thought the guy was a pedophile and wanted him trespassed. He was, and we never saw him again.

I went to the empty satellite stage and danced around the pole for just a few minutes before some middle-aged businessmen started coming over to watch me. I danced around in front of them and would squat down to ask their names, flash them a straight-on view of my stocking and panties while they put the tip in the top of the stocking. I looked over and saw Steve smiling at me. He said something to Mindy and walked over and took a fifty from his pocket and ran it up the nylons, but he kept going up my thigh, passed the top of the stocking right to my panties, and hooked it in one side and out the other covering my damp pussy. I was shaking and was ready to cum when he whispered in my ear and said, "I want my fifty back." Then he walked away. Then, just like that, all the men wanted to do the same thing. I would let them go up my leg with the bills, but would guide him away from the promised land. I would pull the panties up and let them put the tip inside of it, then move their hand over the top of my panties. I loved the expression on their faces when they felt the dampness that Steve had caused. Ever since my first visit to the club, I dreamt about a threesome with him and Mindy again, but the next time I wanted to be in bed for the night.

After 45 minutes or so, a young new dancer wanted to horn in on my tip-gold mind and told me it's your turn on the main stage. I was a little pissed but left and went to the left-hand side of the main stage, and all the businessmen followed me and left her on the satellite stage all by herself.

I would do a little pole routine and then split time in front of all of them and talk a little with each of them as I took the twenties they were putting on the rail. A couple of times, I would sit on the rail, facing one of them, and let the guy run his hand up to the top of the stocking, then stop him when he felt skin. Mindy came over and suggested I let another girl use the stage and do some lap dances.

I asked, "Any of you guys want a lap dance?"

The one on the left said, "No, I want some VIP Room Time."

All the other said, "Me too."

I told them, "I'll be right back. I have to call my husband to make sure he is OK with me taking some good-looking men in a dark, intimate place like a VIP room. He told me I could only do lap dances. I'll be back in a minute. Let's see if I can convince him to let me do it." I looked over my shoulder, giggling like a schoolgirl as I walked away.

I went up to the bar, got my phone out, called Ming, and told her about my plan to get revenge on this bull who thought he could run roughshod over my new rich friend.

She said, "I could do my shy little girl act to set him up, but I have a better idea. I have a friend in town for a couple of nights. She is like me, very, very passable. She is Colombian and 6 feet 2 without her CFMs on. Can I bring her along to help with the fun? She is very dominant when it comes to sex, and I have seen her turn men that love women into she-male lovers that crave dick in less than one night."

I said, "Sure, and gave her Mr. S's address and told her to be there around five tomorrow afternoon."

Then I called Mr. S and asked him to get a stretched limo to take us all to dinner. Then I told him I had got the two special girls who knew how to handle guys like him and that he would never act the way he did with Meg and him again.

I returned to the business guys and said, "He said he's OK with it just this one time, or should I say four times, but you have to get extra deluxe shows with a two-song Minimum. He wants you to get me, Horney, for him. Are all four of you OK with that?"

I took them in one by one. Once in the room, I said, "Two dances will be $150. The first guy handed it over, and I opened my dress so he could see all of my sexy lingerie.

"Now I can strip this stuff off and eat up your time, or I can just lose the dress and panties."

"Can you lose the bra also, but leave the camisole on?"

I did as he asked, and I did the thing that us girls do to drive men crazy and slipped the straps down my arms to pull both straps off, then unhooked the bra and pulled it out of the bottom of the camisole. I love the look on a man's face. When I do that, it drives them absolutely bonkers.

I opened his pants and bent down to get a condom, and rolled it on his now-hard dick. Then I said, "Don't get excited, buddy. All you're going to get is an expert Hand job. I sat beside him and kissed his neck while moaning and whispering in his ear while sliding my hand up and down his dick. He lifted his hand and sensually massaged my tit's over the silk camisole. He got my nipples so hard they were beginning to hurt. I moved his hand down so he could run it over my panties as the second song started. He was tender and good at it, and I started to get wetter.

He got me worked up, and I whispered in his ear. "You're making me all wet. You're not just going to leave me hanging. Or are you going to make me cum?"

I was slowly pumping his dick up and down in my hand. He said, "I'm almost there. Come with me, please."

"I'm almost there, too. Rub my clit, and we'll cum together."

I faked an orgasm, and he filled the condom while we moaned into each other's ears. I got a towel from under the love seat and removed the condom, put it in some paper towels, cleaned him up, and tossed the towel down the laundry shoot. I put my dress back on, stuffed the bra into my purse, and we left.

The next three were almost identical, except the last guy wanted to suck and lick my nipples while I jerked him off.

It had been a pretty good night so far, 300 for the ass hole upstairs and 600 for the VIP room, and a purse full of twenties and fifties. I went into the dressing room to take a break, and a couple of girls that were in there said, "Bitch you steel all the good customers, and we get stuck with the rest. It's not fair." I did not want to listen to the bull shit, so I went to the bar.

Nancy asked, "I'm running low on twenties. Do you have any? I'll give you hundreds for them. I got them somewhat straightened out and handed her the wad, and she counted them. She gave me four hundred and one of the twenties back.

An older man with beautiful silver hair came up and said, "Hello, I'm Armand. You must be the new girl I've heard so much about. I'm Steve's father."

I said, "Nice to meet you, Armand. I've heard a lot about you, also."

"So, what have you heard about me?" he asked.

"Only that you do a very good bikini trim with a little extra on the side for your payment. I understand you have very talented fingers." I said, batting my eyes at him. He was the spitting image of his son, and I felt myself getting damp down below while flirting with him.

Nancy leaned over and added, "And tongue."

"Maybe someday you can give me trim, dear."

"I saw Star leaving Mindy's office and asked if I could speak to her."

She asked, "About."

"About the other girls, they're unhappy and think I am hogging all the good customers. I want to know what I should do to handle it without getting fired."

"Which girls?"

"I'm not sure of their names, the three in the dressing Room."

Star opened Mindy's office and told me to take a seat. She then came right in with the three witches. Mindy sat there quietly as Star hollered at them.

"Now, what the fuck is your problem, ladies, and I use that term loosely."

"This old lady comes in late, then goes right up onto the satellite stage and takes all the guys with money over there, and we end up with shit."

"How many of you were on the regular stage?"

"All of us"

"Did she ask any guys to come to that stage?"

"No, she was just pole dancing with all her clothes on, and they all left our stage and left us all alone with no one to dance for except the creeps and perverts."

Then Mindy started in. "I've heard everything I need to. All of you get your stuff and get the fuck out of my club. You think men should give you the same money as her for walking up and down the stage and bend over and show them your little titties occasionally. No, it doesn't work that way. She dresses very sexy, unlike you sluts, and sells the idea of sex to her customers that come in, wanting to leave their troubles at the door. She gives them exactly what they are looking for."

They all stormed out, hollering at the top of their lungs, but the bouncers ushered them out quickly.

I was sitting there shaking my head. Mindy asked what was wrong.

I told her that two days ago, Greta had spoken out of turn in front of Mr. S, and it turned out that he was a silent partner in her business and had fired her. Now, with this, I feel like the angel of death.

Then Mindy said, "Look, why don't you take me for a ride in that Jag and get our mind off all this shit."

We took the car out and went for a ride, letting the wind blow our hair around and making our dresses blow up and open. We got on the highway, and Mindy reached over and ran her hand up my thigh. The further up her hand went, the faster we went. Before we knew we were turning around in Danbury. I asked if she wanted to drive it back. She said, 'Sure,' and got out, then changed seats. Now, it was my turn to run my hand up her dress, and she floored it. When we got back and got out, she hugged and kissed me, then pushed me against a car, pulled up my dress, and licked me until I had a fantastic orgasm right in the parking lot under the stars. Luckily, there were no spectators.

When we were done, she looked at her watch and said, "Oh shit, you have an appointment waiting for you. This guy will be easy. He lasts a while, but you don't have to get undressed. He'll pull your dress up and panties to your knees and fuck you, doggie, while he looks at a picture of his wife when she used to act like a slut her him."

"You know I have rubbers in my purse. Send the guy out here, and he can take me over the back of the car."

She said, "You are a crazy girl." And left to go inside.

A couple of minutes later, he came out. I said, "Hey buddy, I'm behind the Jag." He walked back to see me with my dress open, playing with my pussy.

"I hear you like it kinky, and your wife is not into that stuff anymore?"

He said, "Yes, I do like it kinky."

"Come on over," I said.

I opened his pants, dropped to my knees, and sucked him in my mouth, putting the condom on as I took him in. When he was hard, I got up, took the dress off, placed it on the trunk, pulled the panties down, let them fall around my ankles and, stepped out of one leg, spread my cheeks, then said, "OK, let's get kinky under the stars, baby."

He stepped up and fucked me slow but hard for fifteen minutes. Just after he came and filled the rubber, we heard a voice say, "Hey, that looks like fun. Is she a hooker?"

He said, "No, she's my wife, but if you want to fuck her pussy it will cost you $250; that's if she still needs more dick. Do you want to get fucked again tonight, Hun?"

"Yes, Hun, I'll do what you want. I'm your slut, but he needs a condom."

The guy reached into his pocket and pulled out his money. It was wrapped with a rubber band with a condom in the middle. He counted out five fifty-dollar bills and tossed them on the trunk. He then dropped his pants. He started to put the rubber on, and my make-believe husband told him to stop.

Then said, "She has a unique way of putting them on. Let her do it."

I said, "Yes, let me do it for you. Just enjoy this." I dropped to my knees again and put the rubber on with my mouth. Then, I went back into my position on the trunk and got him wet, sloppy, and almost ready to blow, by running him up and down my sodden slit.

This guy lifted my leg so my make-believe husband could see his dick going in and out of my pussy. He was putting on a show, almost like he was cuckolding him. I was moaning not because I was putting on a show but because he had very good technique. He only lasted five minutes and pulled out with a pop.

Three guys had stopped and were watching. My make-believe hubby said, "When was the last time you did a gang-bang, dear?"

"How about we give my pussy a break, and I just give them the best blowjobs of their lives."

"One guy said, "I am not paying 250 for a blow job."

I said, "Hay sweetheart kick his ass for insulting me; you know my blowjobs are worth that or more."

When my make-believe husband turned to him with a pissed-off look on his face, he was getting his money out.

I ended up giving four blowjobs in fifteen minutes. When I was done, I pulled my panties up and put my dress back on when I heard a very familiar voice say, "You never gave me a BJ under the stars or let me fuck you on the back of a stranger's car. What would happen if the owner of that Jag came out?"

"Hay make, belief husband, I never got your name."

"Tony"

"Tony, this is my real husband, Rodger, the pervert, and Rodger, this is my play husband for this hour."

Then I added, "Rodger, you are not quite off my shit list yet; if you don't piss me off tonight, I have plans to come home Sunday afternoon, and we can talk. Oh, and by the way, I will be working for Mr. S for a little longer. This Jag is mine. How long have you been watching us tonight?"

"From when he took you over the trunk for the first fuck.

Rodger asked, "Tony can I pay you for a shot at her pussy tonight? I'll give you $300. It's been four days. I miss fucking her."

"No fucking way, asshole, but I know you like watching me. Tony still has ten minutes left on his time, and I can't let him go home with the hard-on he's sporting, so enjoy the show."

I dropped to my knees and gave Tony a bear back blow job and let him cum in my mouth. He only lasted two minutes. I went over to Rodger to offer it to him, and being the perverted fuck that he is, he took the snowball.

Both Tony and I fixed our clothes and went back to the club. On the way, I asked Tony, 'Did you pay Mindy your fee, or do I need to get it from you?'

I was going to get a cash advance, but he handed me $1250 from the Five Guys in the parking lot. Once in the club, Tony gave me the 500 for his hour, plus a 100-dollar tip. I put it in my purse with my other $1320. I thought to myself, good night, $3170, and I have 2 hours to go.

I worked the rest of the night dancing on the stage after I changed into my red lingerie. All the guys loved the lingerie and the fact that the panties were not tied too tight, and they could see the sides of my pussy; I had on a shelf bra, and when I bent down to talk to them, my nipples popped out. The stage stayed packed all night. The guys were tipping extra to run their hands up and down the red nylons. But surprisingly, not a single guy tried to go higher than the top of the stocking. There were a couple of times I sat on the railing of the stage, I would stretch my legs out and hook my Heels on the top of the chair. I would shake my crotch in their face, and the panties would fall out of place. Whenever my hand got too full of money, I would spin around the pole and leave the money in my purse, which was beginning to look like a stuffed pig.

Mindy made the last call for alcohol, and I went into the bathroom to relieve myself and counted the last of the stage money. There was another $1050. I took out $420 for the club, $200 for the bouncers, and $200 for the hostess, then went into the dressing room and put on my skirt and blouse from the garment bag. I folded the bag and put it in the duffle with the dress and other lingerie. Then went over to each bouncer, gave them a fifty, and thanked them for watching over me. Then I found Joe and handed her the money. She thanked me, and I looked in the tip bowl for my envelope and put the club's money in it.

Then I left. On the drive home, I was thinking, $3400 net was a good night in a couple of ways. I got paid for doing something I enjoyed and was able to give back to those who helped me. Then something hit me. I never gave anything to Nancy, and she always made sure all the credit cards made their way to my slips. So I turned around and went back to the club. I knocked on the door, and the bouncer let me in. I walked up to Nancy, gave her a big tongue kiss, and stock $400 in her blouse. She pulled it out and said, "What's this for?"

Hey, I have forgotten to tip you at the end of the nights I've worked.

Mindy ran up to me as I was walking out and asked, "Why do you tip these guys?"

"OK, start with the bouncers. They keep me safe all night, and they don't receive tips; the hostesses do receive tips, but they ensure I have clients all the time. Now Nancy also makes tips, but she busts her ass keeping all the credit card slips in line and makes sure I get my credits for dances and cash advances. All the girls should do it; they may get more work for themselves. In my opinion, if I keep them satisfied, they will continue to supply me with good clients.

Mindy said, "Don't get me wrong. I used to do the same thing before I became the manager for the same reason, and my mom did it when she danced. I feel the same way you do."

I left and went back to Mr. S's house. When I got up to the bedroom, there was a note with my tape. The note said, "Thank you for letting me see your most private moments. If you'd like, I'd greatly appreciate a copy of this for my collection. Just so that you know, I'm saving a big load for you. See you in the morning. Love Tommy."

The note made me hornier than I was already. So I set up the camera, turned it on, and recorded myself fingering myself to two good orgasms and talking to Tommy as I did it, lying right next to me.

I was saying things like, "I wish you had been awake when I got back last night, so I made this tape just for you."

"Tommy, I can't wait until morning when you wake me with your tongue licking my pussy. I hope it stays wet for you."

"Oh, Tommy, I'm cumming for you right now."

After I came the second time, I scooped some cum from my pussy and brought it over to the camera to get a close-up of me licking it off my fingers and shutting the tape off.

I took the tape out and wrote a note that said, "I can't wait for you to wake me, Lover."

Then went to sleep.

The next chapter is being edited and will be out soon. Thanks for reading my stories, and I'm looking forward to your comments.