Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2014 09:52:25 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Bad Wife Good Sub 6

Bad Wife, Good Sub Ð Chapter 06
By
Tappy McWidestance


I heard Jennifer start to struggle as Mistress Jacqui greeted us through my
open door. "Now you freak out?" I remember thinking to myself. I heard
Mistress' heels clicking on the concrete and a few seconds later I heard
Jennifer's door open.


"Do not worry, Miss Tilly," I heard Mistress say in a reassuring
voice. "Heather has brought you to a fun place and will enjoy yourself."


Jennifer seemed to calm down a bit and then I heard her moan. Obviously I
couldn't see what Mistress was doing to her, but I had a pretty good idea
that she was sliding the vibrator in and out of Jennifer's pussy. Of course
that made me a little jealous. But it didn't last as soon we were both
escorted (me by the driver and Jennifer by Mistress Jacqui) into the
house. This time I didn't have to crawl through the backyard. I appreciated
that.


I'd like to tell you that Mistress Jacqui kept us there all day serving her
pussy and having Jennifer serve me as well. But alas, things didn't quite
work out that way. Oh we both ate her to several climaxes and she did have
us 69 each other. She also put us both on our knees leaning on the couch
next to each other so she could simultaneously spank both of us. But in
reality, the entire encounter was too short and a little disappointing. But
then again, it had not been a planned session so I was happy to get
anything I could. I just hoped Jennifer wasn't too disappointed and that
she would hold it against me.


All too soon we were back in the limo. As happened last time, shortly after
we pulled away the driver told us we could remove the blindfold. When we
did Jennifer mentioned she recognized the neighborhood and that she had
partied "up here" on a few occasions. Of course that did little to help
identify who Mistress Jacqui really was, but was more of an interesting
factoid. We arrived back to the house about noon. We still didn't have any
clothes and the chance of getting spied upon by a neighbor had gone up
considerably. The driver said he had a box for me from Mistress and that
there were instructions for Jennifer and I inside. I was to open the box at
6pm and follow the directions. I looked at Jennifer inquisitively. I could
tell she was intrigued.


Just then my front door opened and Tatjana walked out. She looked
refreshed, although surprised there was a limo in the driveway. I rolled
down the window and waved her over. "Did you have a good nap?" I asked
her. She poked her head in the window. She didn't seem surprised that both
Jennifer and I were naked.


"When I saw your coat on the floor Jen Jen," she said slipping back into
Domme mode, "I figured your friend had you off on an adventure. I guess I
was right."


Jennifer immediately went back into little girl mode. "Yes mommy. I've been
bad. Can I come home with you now?"


"I need to be at the tables in two hours. But I suppose I have a little
time to spank you," the firm sounding Tatjana replied. Jennifer smiled.


She got out of the car and sprinted toward my house to get her coat. I took
the package from the driver and walked a more leisurely pace back
inside. Jennifer was already walking back out the door, once again looking
like a Hollywood star in her tailored coat and sunglasses. I figured this
would be the last time I saw her, but she stopped and embraced me. I wish
her backside had been facing the street instead of my naked ass, but I
still melted into her arms when she hugged me.


"I'll be back at 6 to open the package," she whispered in my ear. Then she
walked back to their car. Tatjana was already sitting in the driver's
seat. Jennifer sat in the passenger seat and gave me a little wave as they
pulled out of the driveway. The limo driver looked at me and asked if I
needed anything else. I told him "no" and dismissed him. I then walked
inside with the package and set it on the living room table. It was going
to be nearly impossible to wait 6 hours to open it. I contemplated taking
my own nap, but then decided I should go to the gym because if I was in the
house, eventually I'd give in to the temptation and open the box.


I was a little disappointed that Kim wasn't at the gym since it was a
Saturday. Even though I'd just eaten two pussies within the last couple
hours I was ready for more. The reception girl, whom I am pretty sure knows
about my relationship with Kim, was there but I wasn't sure if she was into
women so I didn't hit on her. I was tempted, but I had a strange vibe from
her to leave her alone. Maybe she was jealous of me. Toni didn't show up
either so I was left to work out alone. Of course that didn't stop me from
discretely spying on the other women at the gym. As usual by the time I got
off the bike my shorts were soaked with womanly happy juice.


By the time I got home I was tired enough to nap without being tempted to
open the box. I had made it this far. I could make it a little longer. So I
laid down for a two-hour nap (I figured I would need the rest later) and
then took a shower. I put on make-up and did my hair like I was getting
ready for a date. I figured that somehow I was, even if Jennifer and I
stayed in tonight. Finally I put on a silky teddy with a matching thong,
thigh high stay-up stockings and slid a pair of 4" stilettos onto my
feet. If the box was a bust, I had every intention of seducing Jennifer for
another night of passion. I walked down to the living room and took a
seat. I was staring at the box with anticipation. A few minutes later my
doorbell rang. It was Jennifer. She was stunned that I answered my door
dressed in a teddy, although clearly she was appreciative of my form. She
was wearing a short dress that exposed her assets and looked ready for a
night on the town or on the red carpet at a movie premiere. It must have
had a built in bra because her breasts sat high on her chest and exposed
almost to the nipple. She stood in the door drinking me in before finally
walking through. Her attention was then drawn to the large box on the
table.


"So that's our future," she said in a quizzical tone. She walked to it and
started to pull back the tape sealing the top.


"Wait," I called out to her. "It's only ten to six. We have to wait ten
minutes."


She looked at me with an "are you serious?" expression.


"Mistress said 6pm. Sit your ass on the couch," I told her trying to sound
like I was in charge.


She said down with a huff and I sat down next to her. "We could kissÉ" I
said implying that was what we should do to kill the time. She smiled at
me. Then she leaned toward me while simultaneously wrapping her left arm
around my waist. Before I realized it, she was back in charge. She was
dressed to kill and I was in sexy undergarments. Without even realizing
that was the reason (I figured it out later) I fell into a submissive mode
with her. She pushed me backward so she was on top of me as she pushed me
down onto the cushion. If she had been a man I would have expected his
hands to be all over me. And Jennifer did not disappoint. As she pulled me
tightly against her, she went for my breast first with her free hand
massaging the silky material and toying with my rapidly hardening nipple.


I wrapped my arms around her neck and tried to pull her even tighter into
the embrace.  I totally forgot about the box as my body reacted to
Jennifer's touch. My pussy began to flood the moment she touched me and
although she had me pinned to the couch, I felt myself trying to thrust my
hips up against her as if she were about to fuck me. My actions did not go
unnoticed. She broke our kiss and pushed her hands against my
shoulders. This did two things. One it pushed me harder against the couch
cushion and two it allowed her to rise up separating us enough to show her
dominant position. I guess it really did three things because she began to
grind her hips against mine forcing our pussies to rub together.


"Does baby want to cum?" she cooed already knowing the answer. It was so
sexy to have her dressed like she was ready for the red carpet while I was
dressed in trashy undergarments meant for the bedroom. I nodded my head. I
wasn't sure what she had planned for me, but I know I wasn't expecting for
her to stand up. She then held out her hand and helped me to stand up. In
retrospect her actions were foreshadowing the rest of our evening, although
I didn't know that at the time. I never did get an answer whether she knew
it either or whether it was a happy coincidence. What Jennifer did was to
turn and grab the box from the table and toss it on the couch. She then
took my hand again and helped me step up on the coffee table. Fortunately
it was a sturdy wooden table so it easily supported me. I was confused as
she plopped herself back onto the couch and spread her legs. I couldn't see
under her skirt, but I was sure her panties (if she was wearing any) were
as wet as my thong.


"Show me how you get that slutty pussy off," she commanded. "Dance for me
and finger yourself."


I was very uncomfortable standing a foot above her on a pedestal and
performing such an intimate act. I hesitated then slowly started
swaying. There was no music, so I'm sure I looked stupid and
uncoordinated. By Jennifer was completely supportive. She told me how
beautiful I was and how sexy I was. She explained that in movies there was
rarely any music on set during a dance scene. "At best," she explained,
"you get a metronome to give you the beat. Just dance to the music in your
head."


That advice helped. I began to move more confidently. At her urging I began
to feel up my breasts and play with my nipples. Then she instructed me to
rub my stomach while I sensually swayed back and forth. I knew I was
turning her on and of course my own arousal continued to build unabated. By
the time, at her insistence, my hand was in my thong, I knew I could come
soon. But my submissive side wanted to hold off hoping Jennifer would
continue her Domme side and give me permission. As I felt the first waves
of orgasm begin to wash over me, I pleaded with my eyes for her to say the
words I longed her to say. She looked at me with a knowing smile, but
instead of telling me to cum, she said "Oh, it's after 6. Let's open the
box."


She probably had that planned all along. If not, it was a good move on her
part. Sure I could have just kept rubbing myself until I came, but I
didn't. I stopped leaving myself frustrated. I kind of liked the feeling
anyway. Whatever Mistress had put in the box would undoubtedly bring me
pleasure eventually and delaying my orgasm always made it betterÉ
eventually. "So what's in it?" I managed to say trying to hide my annoyance
at not orgasming.


"Well," Jennifer replied. "Looks like we have a couple of vibrating eggs."
I watched as Jennifer pulled out two eggs, one red and one blue. They were
larger than I had seen before. In fact they were wider than my biggest butt
plug, although not as long. If I was going to put one of those in my pussy
it was a good thing I was dripping wet.


"Oh, there are two remotes," she exclaimed with glee.


I watched as she pushed a button on the red remote and the red egg sprung
to life. "Here, try the blue one," she said handing me the remote. It was
pretty self-explanatory.  There was just one button and a led light to
indicate when it was on. I pushed the button and the blue egg began to
buzz. "Now what?" I asked.


Jennifer pulled out a piece of paper from the box. "She really has
beautiful handwriting," Jennifer declared. She read through the note
silently although she did say "oh my" in the middle. "What does it say?" I
asked impatiently with a rising voice.


"It says we are to go to Kitty's dance club," Jennifer explained. I knew of
that place although I had never been there. It was part of strip club row
on Industrial Avenue. I wondered if Jennifer would go along with being in a
public place where she might be recognized. I also wondered if Mistress'
expectation was that we would pick up a couple of guys. Although I had told
her that was a hard limit because of my husband, by this point in our
relationship it probably didn't matter any more.


"You are to wear something with easy access to your pussy and tits,"
Jennifer continued reading. "I guess I'm dressed OK," she said while
effortlessly popping one of her mouth-watering boobs free from her dress.
She didn't ask, but since she was offering I leaned forward and began to
suck her nipple. She cooed in approval.


"We are to wear the eggs. I guess that isn't a surprise," she added as a
running commentary. Then she moaned as I continued to minister to her
nipple.


"We are to each hold the remote for each other's egg so we can control each
other. Damn that's hot," she added. Then she moaned again before pulling
her breast back away from me. I whimpered in disapproval at the
loss. "Don't worry baby, I just want you to switch to the other one," she
told me before popping her other breast free and then putting her hand on
my head and guiding my mouth back into service.


"Where were we?" she asked. "Remotes," I mumbled. "Oh yeah," she
continued. "We are to go to the club and get a table near the back. We are
to arrive by 9pm. The eggs have fresh batteries and should last at least
two hours of run time. She wants us each to get at least three lap dances
and run the eggs, while the dancer performs for us. We can run them at
other times, but we are not supposed to orgasm. Damn, what fun is that?"
she exclaimed.


"Don't worry," I said trying to sound convincing. "I'm sure Mistress will
take care of that eventually."


"Let's see," Jennifer continued. "We can pick up a guy and blow him in the
bathroom or parking lot, we can take a girl to the VIP room in which case
we can give her our remote and we can flash anyone we want. Well that
sounds more fun."


That did sound pretty fun. The instructions didn't say so, but if I gave a
dancer my egg's remote (or more accurately if Jennifer gave her my egg's
remote) and she left the egg on while she grinded herself on top of me, I
hardly could be blamed for having a lovely orgasm in the back room.


"Oh there is one more part," Jennifer added. "One of your Mistress' friends
is dancing there tonight. Apparently she lives in LA but feature dances in
Vegas once a month or so. You are to flirt with her and pick her up. You
are to either bring her home or go to her hotel (her choice) and then do
whatever she wants and take care of her needs."


"What?!?" I said. "She's lending me out to a stranger?"


"I guess so," Jennifer replied. "Although it sounds like the girl will not
know. It says her name is Larkin Love. I've never heard of her. Have you?"


"No, Mistress never mentioned her," I answered honestly. "We'll have to
look her up on the Internet."


A quick search of the club's website confirmed she was dancing there
tonight. She was scheduled to do three shows at 11, 12:30 and 2am. I never
heard of a dancer being scheduled. She must be very popular. They had a
picture on the website and I understood why. She was a brunette with a
beautiful face. I suppose that was expected. But she also had tits bigger
than mine. They were obviously fake and much larger than I would have
expected for a dancer. But she was smoking hot. I had no doubt she would
have guys throwing money at her. Then I had a troubling thought. If we were
sitting near the back, how would we get her attention? I assume she would
be giving private dances between her scheduled shows. But if the pervy guys
were between us, how was I going to seduce her. Oh well, no need to worry
about that now.


I did a Google search on her to try and get more information. What I found
did not bolster my confidence that I would succeed. She was an adult video
actress. That wasn't a big surprise. The rest of her body was as perfect as
the head and breast shot on the club website. But from what I saw on her
website, her specialty was dominating guys. I suppose it wasn't a surprise
that a friend of Mistress was a dominant. But I saw nothing to support the
idea that she liked to Domme a woman. I'm sure the guys that would come to
the club, in addition to showering her with hundreds of dollars in a
private show would be willing to pay thousands to take her home for the
night. I found a clip of her on a free x-rated streaming site. She was
giving jerk-off instruction talking down to the guys watching the
video. She was pretending to stroke their cock while telling them what a
bad boy they were being. She was controlling when they could come much the
same way Mistress controlled me. I could picture guys sitting at home
stroking themselves while they watched. She was cupping her amazing boobs
and offering her nipples to the faceless camera.  Eventually after about 10
or 12 minutes, she told the viewers to cum on her tits.


As we watched, I think Jennifer and I both had the thought that we wished
with had a cock right then. We were totally mesmerized by her. "She must be
into girls," I said to Jennifer. "Otherwise why would Mistress want me to
throw myself at her?" Jennifer thought for a minute. "Maybe to humiliate
you. She probably is friends with her, but maybe Mistress knows she is
straight."


That wasn't the answer I wanted to hear. I hit Jennifer in the arm for even
suggesting it. We had some time to kill so we watched more of her
videos. She was very good at humiliating the guys who would normally be
watching. I found myself wishing she would humiliate me and I was creaming
my panties knowing I would see her live in just a few hours. I think
Jennifer was having the same reaction as I spied her rubbing her thighs
together as we watched. She looked so beautiful I just had to lean over and
give her a passionate kiss. Another woman may have been turning us both on,
but I wanted her to remember I was there.


We found a couple of more typical videos this goddess had made, and by
typical I mean kinky videos where she was fucking some BBC. My favorite was
a gloryhole video. I knew it was done on a soundstage and not really in the
back of a sex store, but it didn't matter. The setup was she was in a tiny
room. She was watching a movie from the store's collection and getting
herself worked up. Then a series of big dicks poked through the wall and
she serviced them all like a pro.


"Do you think that really happens?" I asked Jennifer. By now I was so
turned on I was openly rubbing my pussy through my panties under Jennifer's
watchful eyes.


"Don't believe anything you see in a movie," she told me with a wink in her
eye. "I've heard of gay bars in L.A. with holes between bathroom stalls,
but I've never seen one. It sure looks fun though."


That was the best video we found. I was ready to rip Jennifer's clothes off
and fuck her senseless, but she told me no when I moved in that
direction. She said it would be better if we just stay excited and tease
each other until it was time to go. I've never been one to wait, unless
Mistress doesn't give me a choice, but I understood her position. We ended
up sitting next to each other on the couch. We both spread our legs. My
left leg was over her right leg. I had thoughtfully put in a lesbian
bondage movie and we spent the next hour fingering each other's pussies. My
left hand rubbed up and down her slit, through her thong to make sure it
was wet and smelled of a horny woman, while she did the same to me with her
right hand. It was kind of a game to see who could get her partner closest
to orgasming without letting her go over. I hated how good she was at
teasing me, but I also took it as a challenge to keep her on the
edge. Finally it was time to go to the club.


Jennifer drove so that if I succeeded picking up Larkin I wouldn't have to
worry about my car. I took the opportunity to flash my tits at her several
times. Other than stopping at an ATM so we both could withdraw a lot of
cash, it was an uneventful drive over. When we arrived at the club it
didn't look as seedy as I remember thinking the other times I had driven
by. Maybe it was just because I was horny and because of the reason I was
there. I was nervous, but after she reminded me to put in my egg and then
took my hand and walked confidently inside the front door, I was fine. At
first the bouncer collecting the cover charge asked for $20 each. It was
his rote speech and he didn't even bother looking up from his phone. Then
Jennifer cleared her through causing him to look up. He smiled and said
"welcome ladies, have a good time," and waved us through. I wondered if it
was just because we were women or if he had recognized her. Not that I was
complaining mind you, but I was still a little worried about Jennifer
getting in trouble for being in such a place. But she was obviously willing
and continued to lead me into the cavernous main room.


A busty waitress in a tiny bikini top and thong appeared. "Booth, table or
rail, ladies?" she asked. I looked around the room as Jennifer answered
"booth." The waitress led us to a booth against the wall about 20 feet from
the main stage. The booth was spacious. You could fit 6 people in it if you
wanted. Jennifer pointed at it and I slid in. I went to the center position
as Jennifer sat down in position one. As the waitress was asking for our
drink orders, Jennifer grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her. "Sit next
to me so you get a good view of the stage," she said. Then she replied to
the waitress, "We're here to see Larkin. Please tell her that her biggest
fans have arrived. And bring us a bottle of your second best champagne."


Jennifer had fallen quickly into a role of protecting me in this strange
(at least to me) place. The waitress walked away. Jennifer explained that
if she had ordered a bottle of "the best" champagne that was code for a
private party in the VIP room and that the "second best" would be much less
expensive and probably a better bottle. I asked her about saying we were
Larkin's biggest fans. She said it never hurts to advertise why we were
there. She also hoped the waitress would try to keep some of the guys away
from them. Of course, before our drinks appeared, a couple of guys had
already descended on us, but Jennifer dismissed them with practiced ease.
Still I could feel many sets of eyes on us as the guys looked at us almost
as much as the dancer on the stage.


I must complement the club on their selection of champagne. It was quite
good. As were the quality of their dancers. There were three dancers on the
stage. Each appeared to dance three songs on the stage. Each song meant
fewer clothes until they finished in just wispy little g-strings. They
seemed to be in a rotation. After each song would end, one of the dancers
would walk of the stage and another would take her place. The one who was
done would appear on the floor, usually with a transparent wrap as a top
and begin to work the room for table dances. The better-looking women
always started with the booths. The less attractive dancers started with
the tables.  Jennifer explained that the booths were expected to tip more
than the tables so we got the better talent initially. I could see what she
meant. A couple of the table girls came by to work their charms at the
booths, but found less interest than at the tables. By contrast, the top
shelf dancers were doing quite well for themselves finding lots of
interest. When I pointed out a dancer leading one of the booth guys through
a curtain near the bathrooms I asked where they were going. There was a big
guy standing next to the curtain who looked menacing.


"Probably some kind of VIP room," she replied. "If you have a hundred bucks
or more you can get a much more intimate dance. The more you pay, the
better the dance."


I looked at her wondering how she knew that. "Have you been here before?"


"No, but I have been to clubs in LA. and I did some research for a movie I
didn't end up making."


I just nodded at her. A redhead had caught my eye on the stage and when she
later arrived at out booth, Jennifer bought a dance for me. The girl
climbed onto the table and spent the next song swaying just a foot away
from my face. She moved with grace and poise. I definitely got exciting
thinking about what it would be like to bring her home.  I'm sure my face
displayed my level of lust. Of course that is how these girls make money
some I'm sure she was pleased to see that I was excited.


The sweat from her dance dripped off her ripped dancer's body and clung to
the sides of her breasts. She had tiny breasts (she looked like a real
athlete) but large stiff nipples. Oh how I wanted to suck on them. She
looked pleased at the way I looked at her. When the song ended, she stepped
down from the table. But she didn't break eye contact with me. "Want a lap
dance honey?" she asked. I looked to Jennifer who just nodded. "OK, " I
said.


The dancer gabbed a chair from a nearby table and told me to scoot out of
the booth. I definitely had some flash and jiggle getting out of the booth
as Jennifer didn't get up forcing me to go the long way. I knew the dancer
was looking at me and I hope she enjoyed the view. She told me to sit in
the chair that she had positioned with the back against out table. After I
sat she told me to sit on my hands. "You can't touch me," she said. "At
least not out here in the open," she added with a wink.


I'd watched a few of the other dancers giving lap dances so I had a good
idea what to expect. But my lap dance wasn't like the others. First off,
because Jennifer handed her my remote. With all the sexy female flesh in
the place I had forgotten about it. I had not teased Jennifer with her egg
and she had kept mine silent. The dancer didn't seem phased by it. She just
turned it on with a smile and began her routine. Her dance was more
intimate than the other lap dances I had watched. If I had to guess it was
probably more like a VIP dance, although according to my new friend,
without me touching her. That's not to say she wasn't touching me, however.


She started out sitting on my lap. If I'd been fucking her it would have
been a reverse cowgirl. She was rubbing her ass back and forth on me and
leaning her sweaty back against my chest. She then threw her head back next
to mine and I heard her say, "Oh how I wish we were in the VIP room so you
could touch me."


She had read me perfectly. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to
wrap my hands around her and grab her nipples. My clit, already sensitive
from Jennifer's teasing earlier and the egg vibrating now was throbbing as
this beautiful creature rubbed herself on me. Then she got up and spun
around to face me. This time she wrapped her arms around my neck as she
continued to grind on me. She thrust her hips forward hitting my stomach
with her pussy. It was a far more overt sexual act than I had seen in the
other table dances and had me ready to drop whatever cash was necessary to
get her into the private room. When she grabbed her breasts and aimed them
at my mouth, I was ready to do her bidding. But before I could capture one
of her beautiful nipples, though, she pulled them away leaving my
outstretched neck as evidence that I was under her spell. Then the song
ended leaving me panting.


"Want to continue this in the VIP" she asked trying to close the sale. I
was ready to say yes, but Jennifer interrupted. "Maybe in a little while,"
she said sounding in control, but not mean. "We'd like to see everyone
before we decide.


I thought that would upset the girl, although she already had $60 of our
money for the two dances. But she didn't seem phased. I guess that was part
of the job too. She looked at Jennifer and then bent over and whispered
something in her ear. Then when she stood up and moved closer to Jennifer
and lifted her breast to her mouth. Jennifer gave her nipple a quick suck
and the girl walked away. I was jealous that I just got teased. "What did
she say to you?" I asked.


"She said she recognized me and that if I wanted to go to the VIP later she
would cover our half."


"What does that mean?" I said quizzically.


"Whatever tips the girls get, the club usually takes half. So if it's $200
for a VIP, the girl gets $100. She's willing to pay the $100 the club gets
out of her own pocket to dance for me."


"She wants more than to dance for you," I replied.


"Yes she does," Jennifer said with a knowing smile.


Then I realized the dancer still had my remote. The egg had turned off when
she left our booth, but I didn't see her give the remote back to
Jennifer. When I asked Jennifer about it, she just smiled. "I guess she's
in charge of you now," she replied.


Another dancer appeared at our booth, but I wasn't that into her look. I
was also trying to catch my breath after the redhead's performance. We
dismissed her and she moved on to the next booth. The two guys in that
booth apparently were not as picky as us and soon she was on top of their
table. Four minutes later I got to see what she did for a lap dance. While
the guy got hard, the girl certainly did not give as intimate of a
performance as Red had given me. Then it was time for Larkin's first show.


All the other stage dancers finished up and the announcer gave Larkin a
glowing introduction. The dancers were still mingling in the crowd as she
took the stage, but they were not finding many clients as all eyes were
glued on the pornstar as she began to strut her stuff. I was
mesmerized. She was gorgeous. I can't say she was as good a dancer as Red
or some of the other girls, but she had the look that made me drool and
made grown men fall to their knees and worship her.


How long did she dance? I'm not even sure. I was so focused on intimately
watching her that I don't know to how many songs she performed. I do
remember looking down once at Jennifer and she looked as mesmerized as
me. I also glanced around the club. It had been about half full when we
arrived, but now seemed packed. I guess guys knew what time Larkin was
going to begin and arrived just in time. I looked back at the stage while
thinking "how am I going to compete with all these horny guys for her
attention?"


She received a standing ovation when she finished. The announcer urged the
crowd on whipping them into a fever pitch. I wanted something else whipped
and I wanted Larkin to be the one holding flogger. The announcer told the
crowd that Larkin would be seeing "generous VIP members" in a couple of
minutes and to line up near the curtain. Immediately about 10 guys jumped
up and sprinted to get in line. I did the math in my head. If the VIP was a
$200 minimum and since the announcer said "generous VIP members" I had to
assume she would really charge at least double. She would probably pull in
$4,000-5,000. Of course it would take about an hour and a half of strenuous
work, but still, even if she gives half to the house, that's serious
money. I didn't get in line. I knew she had three shows to give tonight and
I figured maybe by the end of the night I could get her attention.


Another bottle of champagne arrived at our table, complements of a table of
guys. They recognized Jennifer and wanted to flirt. I think she must have
been getting a little tipsy because she went over to them to thank them and
leaned over the table. I couldn't see it but they must have gotten an
eyeful of her boobs. I saw one guy put his hand on her ass and she didn't
move it away. Another guy approached our booth, but I shooed him away. My
focus was on one person tonight. Jennifer returned and commented that the
guys were pretty nice and if Larkin didn't work out we should hang with
them. I didn't think that was a good plan, but I kept my opinion to myself.


I got another lap dance from Red during her next rotation. Of course she
still was controlling the egg in my pussy and was all to happy to have me
buzzing away while she danced for me. I was really tempted to take her into
the VIP, but I also wanted to save my money to take Larkin in there after
her next show. We drew a crowd around us as she ground herself on top of
me. I got them impression she was close to climaxing from rubbing herself
on me, but unfortunately (for her, me and the assembled crowd of guys with
their tongues hanging out of their mouths like cartoon dogs) the song ended
and she had to move on. Immediately the guy who had put his hand on
Jennifer's ass called her over. She gave him a lap dance, but she was
looking at me the entire time. I'm sure he was hard under her ass, but I
didn't see the same look in her eyes compared to when she was on top of me
and I think her moment of passion had passed. She was now back to doing her
job. When the song ended and she stood up $20 richer I saw a thick bulge in
his pants.


I checked my watch checking how long until Larkin would dance again. I had
seen her leave the VIP and head backstage again. I was trying to raise my
courage to take her to the VIP next time around. The guy with the big boner
stood up and walked toward our booth. He leaned over Jennifer and whispered
something in her ear. I had expected her to slap his face or at least
rebuke him in some fashion. I wasn't expecting her to look directly at his
crotch and then to reach out and rub the front of his pants. I knew she was
bi like me, but somehow I thought she was on my quest for new pussy
tonight. Granted, based on his bulge the guy was packing he probably was a
good lay. Still, I was surprised how forward he was being with a Hollywood
star. I doubt he would have tried to pick her up on the street, but since
we were here, she obviously had sex on her mind. I watched as she looked up
and nodded. I wondered what he had said to her. She looked back at me.


"I need to go to the bathroom," she announced. I started to get up to join
her, but just then the announcer began his introduction foretelling the
second appearance of Ms. Love. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," Jennifer called
out to me as she was standing up. The guy was grinning like a cat who
caught a canary. He followed her with his hand on her ass. I heard the
cheers as Larkin took the stage, but my eyes were on Jennifer as the
reached the bathroom doors. She went into the ladies and he went into the
men's room. I didn't fully understand what was happening, but as Larkin
began her second feature dance, I was overwhelmed by rush of arousal. Screw
it. It was time to meet her.


I got up, grabbed my purse with my cash and headed over to the VIP curtain
where the line had formed for her services before. The bouncer looked me up
and down appreciatively. I looked at his crotch, but he wasn't hard like
Jennifer's new friend. I guess when you work here you have seen it
all. Every other guy was giving Larkin Love his undivided attention. For
the first song, so was I. Two other guys joined me in line at the VIP, but
I think the first guy was more interested in checking me out. I could feel
him leering at me. Just after the second song began, my second favorite
dancer, Red, (I didn't remember her stage name but I was in lust with her
hair) came out from behind the curtain. She almost ran into me. We both
were startled. I was embarrassed and dropped my eyes to the floor. It was a
reflex maneuver as I was in awe of her.


"Bobby," she said to the bouncer. "She doesn't lose her place in line,
right?"


"Sure thing Crystal," he replied. I didn't understand what they were
talking about.


She then held up my remote like it was a trophy. Bobby the bouncer
definitely saw it. When Red click the button I know he saw my knees buckle,
so I'm sure he realized what was happening. Red then reached out and
grabbed my hand. She then pulled me behind the curtain into the VIP.  There
were booths similar to the ones in the main area of the club, but no
tables. There were two other dancer with clients that Red, sorry Crystal,
led me past before pushing me into the booth furthest from the curtain. It
was also darker than the rest of the room.


"Look honey," she told me. "I know you're here for Larkin. That's cool and
I can help you, but I'm so horny right now I need a releaseÉ so you're
going to help me first."


I was in shock when she advanced on me and straddled my leg. She had not
told me to sit on my hands this time. She started grinding her pussy on my
thigh. I sat there dumfounded. She reached forward and grabbed my wrists.


"Don't be shy. I know you want to touch them," she said as she pulled her
hands onto her breasts.


She was right. I did want to touch them. I wanted to do a lot to her. But I
was still not sure of the protocol, but I was guessing that Crystal wasn't
following the rules anyway. She wasn't dancing to the music. She was
working my knee trying to get off. I pinched her nipples and was rewarded
with an appreciative moan. So I did it again. She responded by increasing
her pace.


"Don't expect Larkin to do this," she warned me between gasping for
breath. "She gives great tease and the guys line up for her. I'm a good
tease, but eventually I need to cum. How's that egg doing? Keeping you wet
and horny? Did that hot slut make you wear it?"


I got the feeling she was talking dirty to me mainly to get herself
off. But I was close to cumming too so I told her about Mistress Jacqui and
her plan for me tonight.


I felt her stiffen, but she kept riding my leg. The third song started and
I knew we only had a couple of minutes left. I wanted her to have her
orgasm. I wanted one for myself, but if that didn't happen, that could
wait. I gave her nipples another firm pinch to get her attention. I looked
up and she looked down. "Let me eat your pussy," I told her loud enough
that I'm sure the other patrons probably heard me. She looked around. I'm
sure that was against club rules. Had I paid her it probably would have
been illegal. But that didn't stop her. She stood up and pulled her tiny
g-string to the side. Her pussy was wet and puffy. Dancing nearly naked for
a couple hours will do that for a girl. She looked down at me with pleading
eyes. I guess she didn't think I would really do it. She was wrong.


I leaned forward and buried my face in her pussy. My mouth easily found her
clit. It was large, engorged and beautiful. She was apparently blessed with
being very sensitive as well. She howled and grabbed my head. Nothing else
needed to be said. She was getting what she needed and so was I. Her pussy
was wet when I began and was a flash flood by the end of the song. I kept
munching away on her pussy and clit trying to get her off. She was rolling
her hips rubbing herself up and down on my face. We were in our own world
as she held my head tight and finally came with a shriek. She held me hard
against her spasming cunt and rode my face for at least 30 seconds until
she finally came down to earth. I was as worn out as she was. She let go of
my head, stepped back and adjusted her g-string back into place. She was
covered with a sheen of sweat and her hair was a mess. She looked exactly
like she had just been fucked.


"Take your panties off," she commanded me and I quickly obeyed. I handed
them to her and she pulled her g-string aside once more before rubbing my
panties over her pussy. She then pushed them against my nose and mouth.


"Remember me while you are being teased by Larkin. I can make you feel so
much better than she can. She let go of my thong and turned and walked
out. I was still in a daze by what had happened in the last 10 minutes. I
did not make a move to stand up or to pick up my thong, which had fallen
from my nose to resting on my chest. Then without warning I heard the deep,
husky voice of my target for the evening. "Well what do we have here? I've
been told you are my biggest fan." I looked up and there she was. Larkin
Love was towering over me. She was smiling, but it was a menacing smile,
like she was toying with me. She picked the wet thong off my chest and
smelled them.


"Yours?" she asked drawing out the syllable because she already knew the
answer.


"Yes," I replied meekly. Then I added, "The juices are Crystal's. She
wanted me to remember her."


"Ah, Crystal," Larking waxed poetically. "She really likes the ladies. Oh,
and she gave me this as I was walking in."


Larkin held up my remote. I wasn't embarrassed in the least. I just hoped
she would leave it on long enough to get me off. Then again part of me
wanted the tease she gave the guys in her video. I settled for watching as
Larkin deeply inhaled the panel of my thong again. Then she turned them
inside out and did it again.


"Your side is sweeter," she told me. I blushed.


"Do you always get strippers off in the VIP?" she asked with a definite
condescending tone. She had begin to rub her breasts and had a predatory
look in her eyes.


"Um, no," I replied. "That was a first. I've never been to a strip club
before."


She stopped rubbing her breasts long enough to sniff my thong again. "I
don't believe that, baby," she told me.


"No really," I said almost pleadingly wanting her to trust me. "I'm only
here for you," I blurted out. I regretted saying it almost immediately.


"For me?" she said questioningly.


I didn't want to tell her my Mistress ordered me to pick her up. I wanted
her to feel special. I imagined her lifestyle made it difficult to have
intimate friends and even if it was just for a couple of hours, I wanted
her to feel close with me.


"I've looked at your website and watched your movies. I wanted to meet you
in person."


As I said the words her expression changed. I noticed it became more in
control like in the movies where she dominated guys.


"If you watch my movies, you know what I am like," she said.


I nodded.


"Spread your legs," she ordered curtly.


I was just like when I was with Mistress. I felt a surge of power as I
acquiesced to her desires. She flicked a switch and instantly she was my
Domme.


"Did the other dancer get you off?" she asked me.


"No," I told her. "Crystal rubbed herself on my leg and then I ate her
until she came."


"Oh," Goddess Larkin replied. She moved closer to me. Although my legs were
spread, with her dancer's flexibility she was able to straddle both my legs
with ease. She was taller than me meaning her amazing breasts were exactly
mouth high. She wrapped her arms around my neck.


"Did Crystal turn your egg on for you?" she asked. When I replied that she
had, Larkin gave me her first command.


"I want you to masturbate for me, little girl."


While that command was music to my ears, being called little girl was the
icing on the cake. It made me feel innocent (as laughable as that might
seem) while still imposing her dominance over me. I reached between our
legs. I accidentally brushed the front of her g-string on the way to my own
bare pussy, now leaking juices onto my thigh.


"Don't me so presumptuous pet," she told me. "You're not really my type."


I started to open my mouth in protest but she pushed her boobs against my
face and muzzled me. I didn't get a nipple in my mouth, but I did get a
generous scoop of warm tit flesh. My right hand found my pussy and my left
fingers found my clit.


"That's a good girl," Larkin cooed. She sounded just like she did in her
jerk off videos. "Show mama what a good girl you are and how you play with
yourself.  I melted against her. I'd been horny before, but now my lust was
on overdrive. She leaned back and fed me a nipple. I moaned against it. My
fingers were dancing and my orgasm was building. I didn't know if I should
let it consume me. Had I been with Mistress I would have know better than
to think I would be allowed to cum that quickly. But Larkin didn't know
that and from all indications, she wasn't about to stop me. But I suppose,
that was just wishful thinking. The song ended and she stood up. My hands
were still on my pussy.


"I have to get back to work you horny slut. If you want to get off, follow
me to the dressing rooms after I'm done here. I want you to keep playing
with yourself at your booth. Your friend can help if she wants, but don't
cum. I'm keeping these," she said picking up my thong. She then rubbed them
in my pussy again causing me to gasp.


"You might be fun after I finish up here tonight. I recognized your friend,
by the way. "Is she mas much of a pussy sub as you are?"


"Not as much as I am," I replied finally getting my composure back.


"Well if you can get her to go along with you, maybe I'll take you home
tonight. That's why you are here isn't it?"


I nodded.


"OK, we'll see how it goes. Now get out of here."


She said that last line almost comically. I stood up and started walking
toward the curtain. But before I left, Larkin called back out to me and
held up the remote. I watched as she pushed the button. I didn't make a
sound, at least not one that could be heard over the music, but my eyes
gave me away. Larkin walked back up to me. "I'm going to make sure this
gets passed around, but don't worry, nobody will make you cum until I give
the OK." Then she smiled which melted my heart.

Larkin pulled back the curtain and claimed her first paying customer as I
exited. He had a small bulge in his pants. I was sure she was paying $400
for the privilege of having her tell him how to jerk off and when to
cum. What a country. I looked at Bobby who had a non-phased look on his
face. Yes, he had probably seen it all and when Larkin handed him my remote
and whispered in his ear, he just nodded.


The other guys in line had all their eyes on me as I walked back to my
booth. Jennifer was back and greeted me with a big smile and then a
kiss. Immediately I tasted cum on her lips.


"Gloryhole," she said proudly. "He had a big thick dick."


I was only somewhat surprised. "Did you fuck him?" I asked.


"No," she replied as if she was offended. Then she added with a wink, "Not
enough room. How was your private dance."


"Crystal rubbed herself on me and then had me eat her pussy. She should be
good for a while," I said with a smile.


"And Larkin?" Jennifer asked.


"She said I wasn't really her type." I tried to look disappointed. "But
then she made me masturbate so I don't know."


"She made you masturbate?"


"OK, she told me to masturbate."


"And you just did it?"


I'm sure Jennifer was hardly as surprised that I would do that as she
pretended to be. I decided not to dignify her question with a response.


"She wants me to go backstage after she's done in the VIP," I told her.


"No shit?" Jennifer replied. "I thought you were not her type."


"I don't know," I replied. "That's what she said."


"So do you think you can seduce her?" she asked.


"I doubt it," I replied. "I mean, how would I do it. I could throw myself
at her. Tell her I'll do whatever she wants. But that's all I've got."


"She's smokin' hot," Jennifer countered. "We could offer her both of us."


"I thought you were into cock tonight," I said with more than a hint of
sarcasm."



"No. Well maybe. He had a big dick and I always wanted to try a
gloryhole. I'm not going to fuck him though."


"Well OK then," I said.


"Hand it over," Jennifer said sounding more authoritarian.


"Hand what over?" I replied confused.


"Your remote dummy," she said.


"Oh," I said finally understanding. "Crystal gave it to Larkin who gave it
to Bobby."


"Who's Bobby?" Jennifer asked.


"The VIP bouncer. She said something about passing it around and then
whispered in his ear."


"Oh. Interesting," she said.


The waitress appeared asking if we wanted another bottle, even though our
current bottle had plenty left. Then my egg started buzzing. Looking up at
her I saw her clutching the remote in her hand under her tray. I was sure
she saw me jump a bit when it turned on and I know she saw the lust in my
eyes. We told her thank you, but we were good. The egg stopped and she
walked to the next table.


Crystal appeared back on the stage and distracted me from my lust for
Larkin and the fire in my pussy. There was a new girl dancing with her. She
had jet black hair which hung down her back in a long pony tail.  They were
dancing together which was driving the guys crazy on sniffers' row. I admit
I had impure thoughts about the two of them as well. Larkin's waiting line
was going down. I was impressed at her stamina. I saw her come out from
behind the curtain and grab the next guy. I thought about getting back in
line since she had not charged me the first time. But Jennifer was chatting
away about the dancers on stage and I didn't want to abandon her.


The last guy in line for Larkin's VIP attention went in at the same time as
Crystal and her new friend left the stage and started working the
crowd. Crystal was at a table with a bachelor party, but her partner with
the long black hair appeared at our table.


"Hey baby," she said to me. "Want to go into the VIP?"


I wanted to but I also was committed to seeing my submission to Larkin
through.


"No thanks," I told her. "I'm waiting for someone else."


"Come on sweetness," she cooed egging me on. "Crystal says you are a good
pussy sucker and you love smelly panties. Mine are real stinky." When I
didn't respond right away, mainly because I was imagining how her panties
would smell and taste, she turned her attention to Jennifer.  "How about
you?" she asked. I was surprised when Jennifer asked what she would have to
do.

I was keen to hear, but Larkin appeared at the VIP curtain and started
walking toward the bar. She pointed at me a crooked her finger. Then she
pointed at the bar. I practically jumped up. I don't think I even excused
myself from the stripper and Jennifer. By the time I made it to the bar,
Larkin was already there. She wasn't sitting on a stool. Instead she was
bent over the bar top. She has bubble butt and it was on clear display. I'm
sure she was posing for potential clients and not for my benefit, but the
sight of her ass made me want to bury my face between her cheeks. She
turned toward me as I approached. Then I saw the bartender hold up my
remote.


"Hello slut," she said. "That was quick. Been waiting for me?" she mocked.


She picked up her drink and started walking. "Well come on," she said to me
loud enough to be heard easily. "I need to cum after teasing these guys for
two hours."


I followed behind her like a lost puppy. Like a lost puppy with a vibrator
buzzing away in its pussy. She led me backstage to the dressing
rooms. There were a few small rooms, all cramped with dancers making
themselves up before they danced. There were also a couple of girls I had
seen dance taking breaks. Larkin Love brought me to a dressing room at the
end of the hall which had a star on the door. "It's not much," she
said. "But it's private and I don't have to share." She opened the door and
pulled me inside. She then shut the door and told me to sit down. There
were two chairs. One was a recliner. The other was a desk chair in front of
a makeup table. I looked to her for direction as to which to pick. She
glanced at the table and began to move toward the recliner. I sat down at
the table and turned to face her.


"So I turn you on, do I?" she asked. But before I could answer she
continued. "I told you that you are not my type. Take your clothes off."


She was a study in contrasts. I wasn't her type but she wanted me
naked. Maybe she was just testing me to see if I could follow orders. I
quickly stripped down. She was only wearing her tiny g-string. Even though
she had a few extra pounds, she oozed sexuality. I was so primed to submit
to her that I knew I had to do something to get that chance. I watched as
she started rubbing her pussy through the g-string.


"I like to be watched, baby," she cooed. "What do you like?"


I watched her masturbate for a few seconds then decided to go for broke. "I
like to be told what to do," I confessed.


"Be more specific," she told me as her hands began to pick up the pace.


"Sexually," I said. "I like to be told what to do sexually by a strong
woman. I enjoy serving them and being punished when I act bad."


I figured she already knew I was into girls but I guessed it wouldn't hurt
to make sure.


"And what about Miss Tilly out there?" she asked.


"We just met. She's pretty kinky, although I think she is a switch. I'm a
born sub."


I was growing more confident in my answers figuring this was just a game
she was playing. I knew she was a Domme to men so I assumed she could sense
my true nature from the moment we met.


"I'll be honest," Larkin told me. "I'm not that into sub girls. I like the
gifts sub guys provide, but usually if I decide to be with a woman, I like
her to be a little more of an equal. I've loved Jennifer since I first saw
her in Let it Ride and I would take her back to my hotel and bang the shit
out of her if I could."


I saw that as my opening. "I can arrange that," I told her. I figured I
could use Jennifer as my wingwoman to satisfy Mistress' order that her
friend be well taken care of, but I wanted her for myself too. Just sitting
near her, me naked and her good as naked, had my juices flowing.  "But
really, you should try me," I said with a smile. "I can make you feel good,
you don't have to worry about offending me and I'll do anything you ask."


She stared at me as if pondering the implications and options inherent in
my last statement. "I doubt I need you to pick up Jennifer. I saw from
behind the curtain how she was looking at Crystal when she gave you the lap
dance. She had pure lust in her eyes andÉ" I watched as Larkin cupped
her ample breasts. "Nobody can resist me when I put my mind to it."


I had no doubt she was correct about that boast. I needed to find a way to
sell myself to her. "I'm sure you can have anybody you want," I said
stroking her ego. "But I can make sure she is comfortable going with
you. I'll make it easier for you. I also know how to turn her on so you
don't have to do all the work."


"Ha," Larkin laughed at me. "I'm pretty much a pillow princess. If I take
someone back to my place they had better be ready to work to make me
happy."


"I'm a good worker," I replied.


"You talk a good game. But is your mouth writing checks your body can't
cash?"


"Why don't you find out?" I taunted her.


She looked me in the eyes for at least 15 seconds and then she stood up. I
watched her sashay over to me. In my sitting position I was level with her
incredible breasts. She didn't say a word, but instead wrapped her hand
around the back of my head and pulled my face into her cleavage.


"I like my breasts worshiped," she told me. I couldn't breath with my nose
and mouth surrounded by mounds of amazing tit flesh. I tried to say "Yes
Mistress," but it game out as an inarticulate mumble. She began to rub my
head around her boob. I was able to gasp for breath before she pulled me
tighter again. "How are you at sucking nipples? What about pussy? Do you
think you can satisfy me?" she asked. She had a completely condescending
tone. Just like I expect from a strong Domme and just the kind that made my
knees weak. I was glad I was sitting in a chair.


She continued to hold my face pressed against her breasts for another 30
seconds or so. I began to feel light headed. Then she released me and
stepped back long enough to remove her g-string. "At last, " I
thought. "She wants me to lick her pussy." But I misjudged her
interests. Instead she pressed her smelly, wet underwear against my
nose. "Smell my scent," she commanded. I took a exaggerated deep
breath. Then I felt her take one of my hands and bring it up to her sopping
g-string.


"Keep smelling it and then lick it clean while I get myself off," she
commanded.


I did as she asked. Fortunately it was a tiny g-string so it didn't cover
my eyes. I watched as she sat down in the recliner and spread her legs. She
put one leg over each armrest and began stroking her pussy. It was
glistening in the light. Larkin continued to verbally abuse me while she
played with her clit. It was obvious she was getting off on telling me what
a dirty, nasty slut I was (true) and how nice girls wouldn't let themselves
get in this position (also true) and then she taunted me to see if I was
getting turned on by tasting her pussy on her panties. I was ashamed to
admit that was true as well. Her abuse, the events of the night and the
buzzing egg in my pussy had me begging her for permission to cum almost
immediately.


"How long does your Mistress make you wait?" she asked me.


"Never this long before," I replied.


Her tiny dressing room began to reek of aroused female, as she got closer
to the release she sought. Holding her panties tight to my face I reached
down with my other hand and began rubbing my own pussy. That action brought
a quick rebuke as Larkin reminded me that I was there for her pleasure and
not my own. I whimpered in frustration and although I couldn't tell if she
reacted, I was willing to bet that she enjoyed hearing my displeasure.


Then, without warning, the door opened and a dancer I had not seen before
walked into the room. She was talking on her cell phone and initially
oblivious to what was happening. She asked Larkin if she could use her
eyeliner without breaking the cadence of her phone call. When she finally
looked down expecting an answer she saw me. The look on her face was
priceless. Then she turned at looked at Larkin whom I thought would climax
triggered by excitement of exposing herself to this new girl. But she just
said "sure," without missing a stroke although she did give a throaty moan
right after it. The girl looked back at me since I was blocking access to
the dressing table. I started to move out of the way but the girl pivoted
again looking at Larkin.


"Send over your friend with it when you are done. I could use a good
fluffing before performing tonight."


"Fine, but go out to the bar and get the remote for her vibe. If we don't
turn it off soon she will be worthless to us."


The girl agreed and then turned back at me and smiled. "I love MILFs," she
said before peeling down her panties and tossing them too me. I caught them
out of the air with my previously pussy stroking hand. I also took another
deep breath of Larkin's scent. I was getting light headed by the turn of
events.


"My boyfriend fucked me while I was wearing those before I came to work. He
gave me a creampie. Be a dear and clean them for me before you bring the
eyeliner."


She didn't wait for an answer. She just walked out of the room. I looked at
Larkin who was clearly about to orgasm. "Switch panties," she told
me. "Suck his cum off them."


She was obviously turned on by the nasty side of what I was doing. It was
one thing for me to sniff her panties since I was doing my best to seduce
her. But this other girl was a stranger I'd only met for less than a
minute. Yet there I was licking her boyfriends cum, which had dripped out
of her pussy, out of her soiled panties. I was completely lost in the
eroticism. Larkin had a noisy orgasm shortly thereafter and I found myself
wishing she was wearing her panties again so I could have cleaned her fresh
cum out of them. I also wished Larkin would have given me leave to crawl to
her and taste the source of her pleasure. But she was a pro and it was time
for her third and final show. She told me to switch places with her so she
could get ready. I sat down in the chair and spread my legs like she had
done hoping to entice her. But it didn't work. Like most Dommes, she was in
complete control of her emotions. She had used me to help her get off, but
now if was time to dance.


I sat there lost waiting for affirmation. Then the egg turned
off. Apparently the remote worked from the hallway. Although my legs were
spread and my pussy was leaking, I dared not touch it. I kept lapping at
the other stripper's panties. Larkin told me to give hers back and slipped
them back on. She then tossed me the eyeliner the other dancer requested.


"I needed that cum," she told me. "But I'm not 100% on taking you home
yet. I'll have to see who is out there for the late show. That's when the
generous guys usually show up. Go take care of Kerry. She likes her pussy
licked before she dances. If any of the other girls want anything, take
care of them too. You can join your friend when you are done."


She then walked out of the room leaving me spread and on display. I was
distressed that she had not decided to take me home (or to her hotel) but
at least there was an opening and that possibility. I didn't want to miss
any of her set, so I jumped up and went to the other dressing rooms looking
for the other dancer. The first room was full of women jockeying for
position around a small vanity trying to get their makeup right so they
could get out on stage, but no Kerry.  I found her in the second room. It
was less crowded. There were three other dancers with her. She scolded me
saying "it's about time," when I walked in and handed her the eyeliner. I
also handed her panties back to her.


"Why did she have your panties?" one of the other girls asked.


"This is Larkin's new toy. She gets all the hot ones. This one cleaned
Tommy's cum out of my panties for me. She gets off on licking dirty
underwear. Don't you slut."


The girl was talking to me in a domineering tone, although I didn't peg her
for a Domme. I think she was just trying to pretend. Of course that didn't
prevent me from agreeing with her. I bowed my head in submission.


"Yes mam. I like to smell and lick panties," I confessed.


The girl who had asked about me now took charge. "I don't have a BF, but I
did masturbate twice in these panties today. Why don't you clean them out
for me?"


I expected her to pull her panties off, but instead she just sat down and
spread her legs. She didn't have to give me any more details about what was
expected. I dropped to my knees and crawled between her legs. I tentatively
stuck my tongue out and licked the front of her panties. The taste was very
strong. I could tell she wasn't the cleanest down there. I pulled my head
back as I did not enjoy her taste. But she was having none of it. She
grabbed my head and pulled me back tight against her smelly snatch.


"I know they're stinky, but you middle aged women love us young girls,
don't you?" she mocked me. I was unable to respond as I had a mouthful of
her soiled undergarment and she was still holding my head, but I managed to
move enough to nod.


"Come on Kelly," I heard a young voice behind me say. "You need to get
on-stage or Toby is going to be pissed."


I felt the girl drop my head and push me away. I was kneeling in front of
her as she stood up looking down at me. "Stick around until after this set
and I'll let you eat my pussy," she told me before walking out of the
door. I didn't say anything. I really wanted to get back to Larkin before
somebody else scooped her up for the night, but I wasn't going to tell Miss
Smelly Panties that. I did get a nice view of her ass as she walked out of
the door. Then I started to get up.


"Not so fast," the young voice said again.


I dropped back to my knees reflexively and then turned my head to match the
voice with a face. She did not disappoint. I know the dancers all have to
be at least 21 since the club served alcohol, but this girl was definitely
playing the role of jailbait. She was a pixie wearing a Catholic schoolgirl
outfit and had her hair pulled back into two pigtails. She was the only
girl I had seen who was not wearing high heels. She had on black leather
dress shoes completing her outfit. She looked like she didn't have a lot of
mileage on her and definitely looked too innocent to be working in a place
like this. Of course, looks can be deceiving.


"Do you like my outfit," she cooed.  I nodded.


"I make lots of money from mommies and daddies," she told me. Then she
lifted her tiny skirt and I discovered she was wearing a very tiny Hello
Kitty panty. I began to drool. Mommy/daughter was never a fantasy of mine,
but this dancer was perfection and she knew it. I began to crawl toward
her. It was my intention to bury my face between her strong, toned legs,
but she wasn't that easy.


"I should be on stage right now making money," she told me. "If you want to
lick my panties, you have to pay me."


As humiliating as it was to lick the other dancers' panties, a fresh wave
of shame washed over me as I realized there was no question that I would
acquiesce to her demand. My tiny purse was still strung over my head so I
hurriedly opened it up and grabbed a twenty. I lifted my hand to her as an
offering.


"You can do better than that," she said. She also started rubbing the front
of her kitty slowly. Her hand mesmerized me slowly, hypnotically moving up
and down over the cartoon character. I grabbed another $20.


"That's what I make on the stage just from sniffers row. You have to make
me your VIP if you want to taste my sweet, delicate flower."


She pulled the edge of her panty over just enough to let me see her
pussy. I could tell how turned on she was by playing this game. Her lips
were puffy and her juices made her labia glisten. I did was to eat her, but
I also needed my money for Larkin. I had just enough for one more trip to
the VIP room.


"I can't," I told her. "I need that money for someone else."


"Ain't nobody here with as sweet a pussy as me," she boasted.


"It's complicated. I want to eat your pussy, but I can't spend $200 to do
it. Please let me eat you for just $40," I pleaded.


"You make me sound cheap," she countered. "What other pussy in this place
is worth $200? My pussy is the best. It is tight and tasty."


I couldn't believe I was having this discussion. I was on my knees in the
dirty dressing room of a strip club arguing whose pussy I should pay to
eat. It was beyond degrading. But my own panties were soaked through. I
took several deep breaths and then decided to come clean.


"My Mistress wants me to pick up Larkin Love tonight."


I hung my head in shame.


"That's understandable," she said without missing a beat and seemingly
without judging me. "If you like big women, those fake tits of hers are
really something." She then dropped her skirt and started unbuttoning her
button down dress shirt. "Mine are not too big," she began. I watched as
she pulled her shirt open. She had tiny boobs, a B cup at most but maybe
even just an A. "But I'm blessed with big tasty nipples," she said while
she began to rub them. "They are very sensitive. I can cum just from having
them sucked."


Her actions were very deliberate. Her nipples were spectacular as they
responded to her fingers and engorged with blood. She was clearly trying to
seduce me and take my money. And it was working. I was falling under her
spell.


"I've worked with Larkin before. You're not her type. I'm sure the rich
guys who come for her last set are lining up for the VIP room."


"I know she likes women too," I told the young dancer.


"She does like women," the girl confirmed. "But she likes them to be take
charge women. You're way to submissive for her. The fact that you're
groveling before me to kiss my pussy proves that."


I was crestfallen. My plan to offer my services to Larkin was
failing. "I've watched her videos though. I know she is a Domme," I said.


"With men yes," the stripper said while still taunting me by rubbing her
nipples. "And on screen, definitely yes. Much more money to be made doing
what she does. But in her private life, at least with women, she like to
give up control."


The girl stopped paying with her nipple and lifted her skirt again. There
was now a visible wet patch on her kitty's head. My eyes were drawn to it
and I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes.


"I don't have time to waste. Either treat me like the VIP you know I am or
I'm leaving," she told me. I was still kneeling on the dirty floor. My mind
was racing. This girl was amazing and she had the right attitude in how she
was treating me. But I had been fantasizing about submitting to Larkin ever
since I had looked her up on the Internet. Even half an hour ago she seemed
to relish dominating me. I couldn't believe she was really a switch with
women. But then again, maybe she just needed some quick relief and I was a
way to do that. Maybe she was fantasizing about submitting to me while she
got herself off. MaybeÉ Oh my head was spinning.


"Time's up slut," the dancer told me. "Pay me for the privilege of serving
me or run back to Larkin and find out what I'm saying is true."


I could feel her eyes on me as my hand moved toward my purse. I was still
struggling with making this decision so I didn't open my purse right
away. I was looking down at the girl's feet. I couldn't lift my head. I was
so embarrassed to be in this situation. When I heard another female voice I
finally looked up. "Who's the mommy slut?" another dancer asked. She had
obviously just finished a set as she was only wearing a g-string and
covered in sweat.


"She is about to pay me $200 to pleasure me," my Hello Kitty goddess told
her.


"We'll hell honey," dancer number two exclaimed, "I'm horny as can be after
my fifth set tonight. You can eat me for free."


That sounded much better to me. As horny as I was I had the hope that this
girl might reciprocate if I did a good job for her. I stood up trying to
break the spell the first girl held over me.


"Sorry to disappoint you," stripper number one told stripper number
two. "But this one wants me and will be masturbating for weeks because she
had to pay to lick my pussy."


As I stood I came face to face with her and finally could look her in the
eye. At first she didn't say anything more. She just stared at me. I could
feel my willpower to resist her drain from my body.


"You see this one has been around the block," the young girl told her
coworker. "See the wedding ring? She has a man at home, but here she
is. You have to know how to handle a woman who crave another woman. Not too
many of them walk in here, but the ones that do will pay your rent."


I began to feel almost faint. The girl continued to look me in the
eyes. She was looking through me into my core.  Mistress Jacqui had given
me orders, but this girl had tapped into my soul. I began to drop back to
the floor.


"What's her name?" the second girl asked.


"It doesn't matter," my new dominant friend told her. "Don't get
attached. She'll be back for more next weekend. She knows where to find
me. Once you find a sugar mama, just tip the bouncer on duty and he'll look
the other way." She then turned her attention back to me. "Open up that
wallet sweetie. Give me all your cash."


I did so without further hesitation. She had broken me. Of course it was
much more than the $200 she had asked for. It was well over double as I had
been prepared to purchase Larkin's attention in the VIP.


"See," my newly appreciative partner told her friend. "$475 and all I have
to do is sit back and have my new mommy eat my pussy. Not a bad way to make
a living."


Dancer number two did not comment. My face was flush as I had been exposed
before them as a pussy craving sub slut.  "Kiss my kitty," the girl told me
as I got the first taste of her juice through the Hello Kitty panties. The
girl didn't seem to be reacting, but I was enjoying myself.  After maybe a
minute, she told me she wanted to sit down. When she did, she also removed
her panties.  Now I could really go to work on her and I did with
gusto. I'd paid for the chance to eat her juicy pussy and I intended to
enjoy it. The girl was not giving me much feedback except for affirmative
comments when the other dancer asked her questions about how I was
doing. Apparently dancer two had never been with a woman before and wanted
to know what it was like.


"Put your hands behind your back," I was ordered and immediately I did.


"See how she follows commands?" my girl told her friend. "That's how you
know she is a winner. I could take her home with me and she would do
anything I told her all weekend just to please me. You could take her home,
tie her up and take turns with your boyfriend raping her. She wouldn't say
no. She's a sub slut who loves to be told what to do."


My head was spinning because I knew she was describing me perfectly.


"Really?" the other girl asked. "She'd fuck my boyfriend. He's always
bugging me to have a three-way."


"Spank her ass a couple of times and ask her yourself."


I was crazy with lust not knowing the names of either of these young
dancers. Although I wasn't old enough to be their mothers, there was a
definite age element to how our relationship was developing. Dancer two was
definitely inexperienced in the world of kink. Her first two spanks on my
ass were tentative and relatively soft. When she asked about having a
three-way with her boyfriend she was not assertive. She should have told me
I was going to do her boyfriend. I decided not to answer at all until she
asked me properly and kept eating girl number one with gusto.


"Why didn't she answer," I heard her ask her friend. She chuckled.


"This one as been trained well. You didn't make an impression on her. Hand
me my hairbrush."


"Now we are getting somewhere," I thought. The girl ordered me to stop
pleasuring her (I was really pleasuring myself by eating her) and to put my
head to the floor. That left my ass high in the air waiting for her
discipline.


"To get the consideration of a slut like this, you need to get her
attention."


She was in an awkward position sitting in front of me, but she was able to
lean forward and wind up. The first blow was firm, stinging, and made me
shout out in pain. Well, maybe not pain, but surprise. Usually Mistress
starts with a few light impacts to warm me up. The girls seemed to like
that I screamed.


"You have to show a slut who is boss. Plus I am sure she gets off on
spanking."


Several addition quick swats rained down on my ass. I howled, but I didn't
try to get up. Girl one pulled my mouth back onto her pussy. Of course I
resumed my ministrations to her albeit with renewed enthusiasm.


"Here," she said to the other girl. "Take my hair brush. Spank her until
she makes me cum."


I hoped she was close after all the work I had put in on her. I also hoped
her spanking me had aroused her further. Since she was pretty quiet and I'd
never been with her before, it was a challenge to read her body
language. Except of course the copious amount of juice flowing from her
pussy.


Stripper number two was not as forceful as number one had been and I
appreciated that. I can take a long hand spanking but the hairbrush was
much more harsh.  The girl kept asking questions about how hard to hit me
and whether or not to concentrate on one area. (By the way, the answers
were "as hard as you want" and "yes, bruise her so her hubby knows what she
is.") I could tell she was still unsure of herself because after a couple
of very hard blows, she lowered the force. Then she asked if she could
finger my pussy. I wasn't expected that. I wiggled my ass as an invitation.


Stripper number 1 made fun of me silently begging for it, but then
thankfully told her friend to go ahead provided "I didn't cum before she
did." I mouthed into her pussy "Of course not Mistress." Then I moaned as I
felt two fingers push inside of me.


"What the hell is that?" asked stripper two. I realized she was talking
about my egg. I wiggled my ass and she pulled it out.


"Well, damn," she exclaimed. "She has a vibe in her snatch."


"What a dirty girl," stripper one retorted. "Fuck her harder for being such
a bad girl."


I knew it would not take long of her finger banging to bring me over the
edge. I just had to earn that cum by making number one cum first. I
continued eating her and nibbling on her clit. I should have reached up and
played with her nipples. She had already confessed how quickly that gets
her off, but I was enjoying holding my hands behind my back too much. Even
though they were not cuffed, just holding them in the small of my back was
giving me a thrill.  Finally girl one pulled my hair and wrapped her legs
around my head. With an "oh baby" and "good mommy" she orgasmed into my
mouth. I dutifully lapped up all her girl cum until she released my head
and pushed me back slightly. Of course I didn't get up. I concentrated on
rutting my pussy back onto the hand busily banging me. As I forced my ass
back onto her hand I called out for her to spank me more while she fucked
me. I was not nearly as quiet as girl one had been. I'm sure they could
hear me throughout the backstage area where the music is reduced to a
relentless dull beat. She spanked me a couple of times and I could feel a
whopper of an orgasm building. Then number one really fucked me.


"Stop for a second. Just hold your fingers still."


Girl two stopped finger fucking me. I didn't care. I kept forcing myself
back onto her hand. Girl one grabbed my hair again and pulled my head up.


"Don't get greedy," she told me. Then she said to the other girl, "Now ask
about the threesome with your man."


You know how I felt about only playing with girls because that isn't
"cheating," but in my hyperaroused state, it didn't take much convincing to
promise to be "their play toy." Truthfully I wasn't sure if I would to go
through with it (In the moment I wanted to but I figured after I came I
might change my mind.)


Then girl one said word I definitely wasn't expecting. "Well let's
introduce her to him."


Girl two backed away and girl one stood up. I was left high and dry which I
wasn't about to let stop me. I reached between my legs and started rubbing
my clit. I was close. Real close. But a sharp crack with the hairbrush
(harder than the others) and a verbal admonishment brought me back to
reality. Stripper two then offered her hand to help me off the dirty
floor. God how I needed to cum. But apparently these two young girls were
not going to allow that just yet.


I was led back into the hallway that led to the stage area. I was
disheveled and looked exactly like I felt. None of the guys in the club
would have any trouble figuring out what I had been doing. My humiliation
was continuing. As we reached the door I suddenly thought about Jennifer. I
had left her alone a long time ago. I hoped she was alright.


"Are you here with someone?" stripper one asked. I told her I was. "Well go
to your table. We'll be right over." I nodded and began to walk alone back
to our booth. Jennifer was sitting alone. I though she might be pissed at
me, but she smiled. As I slid into the booth she leaned over and kissed me
hard. She forced her tongue into my mouth. I should not have been surprised
to taste another load of cum. I wondered if she could taste pussy on my
lips.


"Well you look like hell," was all she said.


I pointed to the two dancers. "Yeah, it was interesting. The Catholic
school girl is a wannabe Domme."


I watched as a muscular guy began walking toward us with stripper number
two. Number one was walking onto the stage and as I had anticipated, the
guys sitting around the stage instantly appreciated her outfit. When they
reached the table, stripper two introduced him as Tommy, the club's
manager. He shook my hand and said "Starlight tells me you want to have a
threesome." Jennifer quickly turned her head to look at me with her mouth
slightly agape.


"Well maybe," I replied. "But not tonight. I sort of have other plans."


Starlight spoke up, "Yeah, she thinks she's going home with Larkin."


Tommy replied, "She doesn't seem like Larkin's type, but maybe she'll get
lucky. Do you have a grand on you? I hear that is the minimum charge to
take her home. But given the crowd we have tonight, that number may be
low. Of course as a reputable club we don't know anything about that."


I didn't want to tell him another one of his strippers took all my money
and made me beg to lick her panties.



Starlight then interjected. "Tonight may still work out. Angeline took all
her money backstage. She's broke."


He looked down at me with a predatory look in his eye. "Not broke," I
replied. "Just cash poor at the moment. My friend Jennifer is going to loan
me some money and I'll get the rest out of the ATM."


"I'm not judging you," Tommy said. "Most ATMs around here only let you
withdraw $300 a day so unless Jennifer has $700, you're probably out of the
race for Larkin's affections. Actually you probably need $1200 from your
friend."


Jennifer then spoke up. "I'd give it to you but I'm down to my last
$200. Sorry."


Just then Larkin walked out of the VIP. My lust for her instantly returned,
as did the fire Starlight left behind in the dressing room. The three other
people at the table all saw my eyes glaze over as I watched her walking
back toward the dressing room. She was almost there when Tommy waved her
over. I started getting nervous.


"Hi babe," he greeted her. "What's the top bid so far?"


Larkin replied, "$1,750 and he has big dick."


"Well this fine lady wants you too. But she's broke."


"I know," she stated matter of factly. "We met earlier. Did you take care
of my friends?" she asked me.


"Yes, but Angeline took all my money and Starlight here just finger fucked
me until I was ready to cum and then she stopped," I told her trying to
sound mad.


"That's too bad," Larkin said. "Is Angeline wearing her Hello Kitty panties
tonight?"


I answered yes. We all turned to look at her as Angeline started a lap
dance two tables away from us.


"Stand up," Larkin ordered. "Who has her remote?"

"I don't know," I replied almost pleading. "They took the egg out in the
dressing room."

Of course I also obeyed her command. By the time I was standing next to
her, my knees were weak again. By the time she put her hand under my skirt
and started rubbing my drenched panties, I was panting.


"They really left you desperate and wet, didn't they?" she said
sarcastically. I nodded. "Let's see if we can take care of that," she
said. "Hop up on the table." Instantly I obeyed. I wanted to show her how
well I followed directions. She reached back under my skirt.


"Business is business. I have to leave soon," she said as she began to rub
my pussy through my panties. But I'm sorry my young friends didn't let you
cum. That was very rude of them. Starlight, Tommy and Jennifer all were
enjoing the show as the gorgeous dominatrix toyed with my body and
emotions. I was so hot I didn't care that our audience was growing as guys
realized I was being masturbated in the open. Larkin paused for a moment
appearing to think. Then she told me to stand up and give her my
panties. Had I been thinking straight I would have refused that order
instead of following it and exposing my pussy in public. Well my skirt hid
it, but that was short and I was sure I'd be up on the table again very
soon.


I watched as Larkin took a deep breath smelling my scent. She then turned
and moved the six feet or so to Angeline's lapdance. Angeline was grinding
away on a guy obviously happy to have a young girl tease him.


"Trade panties with me," Larkin told her holding up my thong. Angeline
stood up from the guy's lap and began to pull down her tiny Hello Kitty
panties.


"What the fuck!" shouted the guy.


"Oh, behavior yourself," Larkin said as Angeline slid my wet panties up her
legs. I don't blame him for being pissed that his dancer paused, but hell,
he got a free beaver shot so why was he complaining? I credit Larkin for
diffusing the situation by pulling his head into her ample chest. She then
shook her massive tits back and forth against his face. Her sweat greased
the way as she assaulted him with her boobs. It didn't take long for
Angeline to be back in action as Larkin released the lucky guy and Angeline
climbed back into his lap. She then turned back to me.


"Up on the table again, but lift your skirt first."


Now I was sure other people were going to see my oozing pussy, but I didn't
really care. Nor did I care when Larkin flipped Angeline's panties 180
degrees and put them over my head covering my nose and mouth like a
surgical mask. The smell and taste was heavenly. Then she went to work on
my pussy again and her fingers were magic.


"Are you loud when you cum," she asked me. I moaned yes.


"Starlight," she now commanded. "Go to work on her nipples. Jennifer you
can help her."


My blouse was quickly discarded as my breasts joined the free show the
club's patrons were getting. Having two beautiful women sucking my nipples
while the feature dancer was finger fucking me was a way better show than
anything happening on the stage. But I hardly noticed if we were even being
watched. My entire focus was on Larkin's jet-black hair, her ruby red lips
and her massive tits. My orgasm was once again building like a freight
train and I silently prayed she would bring me off and wasn't just doing
this to tease me. I think I would have gone insane if that happened and I
definitely would have walked out the door no matter what punishment I had
to face from Mistress Jacqui.


But fortunately leaving me begging and panting to cum wasn't in Larkin
plan. A consummate performer, she was giving the patrons one final show
before she took her act more private and more profitable. I remember
hearing a song end and realized the DJ didn't start another one. Larkin was
forcefully finger banging me now and as I looked around everyone in the
place was looking at me. Hello Kitty entered my mouth with each breath as I
gulped for air. Angeline scent was driving me wild as I remember what she
did to me in the dressing room and the memories mixed with the stimulation
I was feeling at that moment. Larkin could tell what I was feeling. "Don't
worry about begging me to let you cum. Just riding my fingers and let
yourself go," she told me.


I was getting dizzy again from all the stimulation. I was getting close.
The crowd could sense my excitement and began to cheer. Then she curled her
finger around inside my pussy and began tapping on my g-spot. With her
other hand she began to rapidly rub back and forth against my clit in time
to her tapping on my g. "Let it go for me baby," she cooed. "Cum for all
these people. Show them what a good little slut you can be." I was right on
the edge. I wanted to cum but my body was holding out. The humiliation of
my situation was glorious. Being stimulated at four points plus the smell
and taste of Angeline's panties was driving me insane. I wanted it to last
forever. But then without warning, I started squirting. I remember seeing
fluid shooting out at high velocity out of my pussy right into Larkin's
face. Then I blacked out.