TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE (11 page)

The amateurs have also apparently got the word about The Pussycat Lounge undress code.
 
They mostly wear garter belt, opera length nylons and stiletto heels.
 
Some of the better endowed ladies also wear a French bra.

If an amateur lady looks good, can dance well enough and has enough endurance to last through a set, she may well wind up being the featured amateur for a night.

The rest of the girls mostly like to see amateurs because the money the amateurs don't get or won't take is spread among the regular girls.

One night I'm to go back to The Pussycat Lounge at the place where I originally started.
 
I'm not too happy about the assignment, because it's a slow night for the place.
 
A slow night means the same or more work for me and less money for me.

When I get to the place, I'm told that there'll be an amateur girl working for the night.
 
I'm not at all thrilled.
 
The amateur is fresh meat and will probably take some of my business away.
 
For some of the girls, it's a win/win situation.
 
The amateur can be sold for better money than they make and they fuck less and actually benefit.
 
In my case, I get the most money for a fuck at The Pussycat Lounge.
 
Thus, I make less from an amateur fuck than I do if I get the assignment myself.
 
However, if I'm to stay a Pussycat Lounge girl, I dance when and where I'm told and keep my mouth shut.

It turns out there'll be not one amateur, but three this night!
 
I have never even heard of The Pussycat Lounge having three amateurs in one night.
 
Best of all, the ladies aren't whores and don't want any money.
 
That means that Nocturne will split quite a bit of amateur money with the few other regulars.
 
I may not make quite as much as I normally would, but I'll also not have to work as hard.
 
For a slow night, business is looking up!

The three amateurs are in the ladies dressing room when I arrive.
 
They're all beauty queen types.
 
The stuff they're wearing is top of the line and they're obviously not hurting for cash.
 
I can see three trophy wives out for an evening of serious sexual fun.

The amateurs want to know exactly how the routine goes for The Pussycat Lounge girls.

I tell them, “You'll go out on the stage and dance nude.
 
You'll shake it good for the customers, you'll jiggle for the customers and you'll manage to show the inside of your pussy at least once per set.
 
If you get a signal from the Stage Manager or the Bartender, you take a customer into a back room and fuck or suck him.
 
You'll fuck or suck any customer who'll pay your price.”
 
I do tell them that the one out is that they don't have to fuck a customer with a really giant cock, if they think they can't handle it.

The ringleader [as it later turns out] tells me that they already know the rules.

I point out to them that, while they have to fuck or suck any customer who comes up with the price, they're protected by a large, strong brown man called Taffy.
 
Taffy knows what goes on in the rooms because he has closed circuit TV monitors to watch the action.
 
If a customer gets out of hand, Taffy will throw him out.
 
I point out that out of hand means physically.
 
Some of the customers use very nasty language.
 
However, if the language doesn't threaten the girl physically, it's OK.

The ladies don't flinch at the news that not only will they be fucking customers, they'll have an audience.
 
What's more, they don't seem concerned about verbal abuse.

Little blondie then pipes up that she hopes I'm not talking about her regarding the giant penis rule.
 
She informs the room that she can take any size cock and better in black.
 
Then she tells me that, “We girls will fuck anyone who pays our price.”
 
However, she then tells me, “Well, except that the husbands of we amateur girls won't be allowed to 'have sex' with any amateur girl.”

Apparently my confusion shows in my face.

The ring leader then tells me that they have worked out a deal with The Pussycat Lounge management.
 
She's a tallish lady with a pretty face and incredibly clear white skin and dark hair.
 
The next lady has brown hair and also an incredibly pretty face.
 
The last lady is a very petite blonde with a loud mouth and, apparently a very big pussy.

It appears to me that some whores get into the profession because of financial desperation or threats by their husband/boyfriend.
 
Others seem to be born for the task.

Nocturne is scheduled as the first dancer of the night.
 
The Stage Manager tells me that the plan is, if the customers see me first, they won't mind so bad if one of the amateurs fucks up.

I can see problems with the amateurs and their husbands here to stir things up.
 
However, I can only do the best I can and hope to get fucked early and often, before any trouble.
 
I get warmed up when the Stage Manager signals me.
 
When the show starts, I dance out onto the stage and give it my best for a fairly small crowd.
 
I shake my ass and my tits.
 
I show them my pussy and the crowd gets into the spirit.
 
I get the usual nasty catcalls and one red neck even tells me that, “I shore would lahk ta eat that fulla’ ahce cream!”
 
Normally I give back as good as I get, however this time I barely manage to keep dancing without bursting into laughter.

As I finish my set, the Stage Manager gives me the high sign for a back room fuck.
 
As I walk past him he whispers, “Amateur husband.”

I beat the customer to the back room.
 
He has paid for the works.
 
I'll suck him up hard and then fuck his brains out with my nylons on.
 
I try to figure why a husband would let his wife dance nude and fuck other guys for free while he pays top dollar to fuck a working girl.
 
I don't come up with an answer.

I only wait a short time and the guy walks in.
 
The guy is wearing what has to be a very expensive bespoke suit, a custom-made shirt and alligator shoes that must cost a bundle.
 
He's maybe an inch over six feet in height, rather slim and has an average face.
 
He may be crazy, but he's rich.
 
I determine to try to transfer some cash from the rich customer to poor Nocturne.
 
I don’t dance at The Pussycat Lounge just to show off my tits and pussy in public.
 
I’m actually in it for the money.

Average rich guy does not pause, but immediately begins to take off his clothes.
 
As he strips, I make a production of taking off my French bra, jiggling my tits just so for the rich customer.
 
I watch the guy and then damn near fall on my face on the floor in surprise!
 
The guy pulls a lethal weapon cock out of his silk boxers.

I recover enough to give him the pitch about extra pay for big cocks.

All rich guy does is sit on the bed and hold out mighty meat.
 
I push him back on the bed, kick off my shoes and get on the bed.
 
I grab his cock and try to fit the enormous thing in my mouth.
 
I make it, but it's a close thing.
 
I suck on that big tool until he tries to tell me something and I make out that he wants the harpoon out of my mouth and into my pussy.
 
I spit out his cock and slip a condom on it.

I lie back on the bed and wait.
 
He plunges his big thing into me.
 
Fortunately, I have been working on myself with my fingers and I'm wet inside.
 
I relax my internal muscles and let what feels like a Greyhound bus slip inside me.

Fortunately, rich boy isn't all that strong.
 
So, I'm able to take the big cock without too much pain, as it's slid into my pussy rather than jammed into it.
 
As I get accustomed to the sheer size, the Nocturne pussy gets into action and I'm able to clamp down a little on the huge thing inside me.
 
I'm so damn excited that I think I'm gonna get into multiple orgasm and be worthless for the rest of the night.
 
However, as I orgasm, I'm so loud and demanding that rich boy comes in his condom, drawn along by my orgasm.
 
Then, as he collapses on top of me, I manage to deflect him just enough so that I'm not pinned to the bed.
 
I then cuddle to him a little and tell him what a stud he is and how he made me climax really hard with his big thing.

He mumbles some very nice words to me.

I then get up and make a production of removing my nylons so he'll get a good view of my dripping wet, red pussy.
 
I then autograph the nylons, “For a giant stud who took EVERYTHING, Nocturne!”

I then put my shoes back on and take the nylons over to the guy, who by now is showing some signs of life on the bed.
 
I help him sit up and drape the nylons over him.
 
He tells me to wait and reaches for his slacks.
 
He extracts a plump wallet and pulls out four $50s for my tip!
 
As reward, I make a production of putting my French bra back on in front of him and then I'm on my way.

As I get back to the ladies dressing room, there are two amateur ladies there.
 
One amateur is out on the stage dancing.
 
Little blondie turns to me and asks, “How did y
ou
like my husband’s big cock?”

I'm too surprised to even speak.

She smirks at me and says, “It's all right for him to fuck, as long as it's not in our hometown or one of our neighbours.”
 
She then starts to say something else.
 
However, she stops and turns away.

I suspect that she was going to make some nasty crack about, “And not a lady who is part of our class.”
 
However, I don’t know that for sure and I decide to keep my mouth closed.
 
I don't need a cat fight with some amateur girl.

The dancer rotation continues and, after a while, it's my turn to dance again.

I go back out and the crowd is really up and cheering for me.
 
I don’t know why they would be so excited, as most of them have probably seen me dance before.
 
However, I don't disappoint customers and I give it my best.

I use the dancing moves I have learned and even try some of the new ones where I'm really pushing the envelope.
 
However, it all works and I'm at my tit jiggling, red pussy spreading best.

The customers are yelling all kinds of things at me.
 
I'm able to come back with the material I have learned over time and I'm giving back better than I'm getting.
 
However, I'm wondering why the guys are so worked up?
 
I even have customers trying to reach out into the stage and grab at me.
 
This is a no-no and a couple of the bouncers have a word with those who are getting out of hand.

As I get to the finish of my third song, I realize that my first back room guy must have spread the word.

As I exit the stage, the Stage Manager gives me the full treatment sign again and I suspect that it's another amateur husband.

I find myself wondering if it's to be another giant cock?
 
If it is, I'm hoping for a giant tip to match!

The Long Amateur Night!

T
HIS TIME THE GUY is already waiting for me in the back room.
 
He has paid for the works.
 
Once again I'll suck him up hard and then fuck his brains out with my nylons on.

The guy has to be my second amateur husband.
 
He looks much like the first guy.
 
He has an expensive suit and everything else.
 
He's not handsome, not ugly, but exudes the air of confidence of those who can buy anything they want.
 
He's a little shorter than the first guy, but otherwise looks pretty much the same.

Second rich guy takes a long, close up look at me and then begins to take off his clothes.
 
I again make a production of taking off my French bra while watching as he takes off his under shorts.
 
He has a good sized cock, but not the monster of the first guy.
 
I'm relieved, but not too overcome to forget to give him the pitch about extra pay for big cocks.

He smiles and tells me that he's big, but not as big as Al.
 
I guess that Al is the previous guy with the giant cock.

I kick off my shoes and, since he doesn't move to have me take his cock, I get on the bed.
 
He walks over and sticks his cock in my mouth and I start to suck him up.
 
I'm hoping to get him off here and make some money the easy way.
 
However, he's too wise for that and extracts his cock before I can make him come.
 
He then joins me on the bed.
 
He tells me that he wants me to, “Wrap those long nylon legs around me and let me all the way in!”