TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE (2 page)
I'm so damn shocked I can't even react.
In a few short hours I have gone from pampered rich bitch to probationary whore.
However, I'm even more scared that I won't make it as a whore than I am that someone who knows me might wander into the place and see me.
Andre tells me, “Clean up the couch first, then get dressed and report to Desiree.”
With that, he turns and goes into his bathroom to get himself cleaned up.
I mechanically begin to clean the couch.
I'm so numb I didn’t really think about my being nude in an office where anyone might just walk in.
When I get the couch finished, I walk over to my clothes and start to dress.
I'm just slipping into my pantyhose when Andre comes out of the bathroom.
Andre takes a quick glance at me and tells me, “You're to keep your pussy shaved clean at all times.
You're to get some stockings from Desiree, instead of that pantyhose shit.”
I finish dressing, still in a state of shock.
When I finish, Andre glances at me, then at the door to his office.
My interview is over.
My self respect is also pretty much over.
I stagger out of the office and go to find Desiree.
Desiree sees that I'm a real newcomer and she sits me down and tells me how things work at The Pussycat Lounge.
I'll dance nude for the customers.
I'll always have my pussy shaved clean with no stubble.
I'll always wear a garter belt and nylons at work.
If the nylons get torn up, I'll have several pairs on hand, The Pussycat Lounge doesn't have girls wander around with nylons with runners or with tears in them.
Some of the customers will demand that I wear nylons while they fuck me and that's $25 extra per fuck.
The customers pay the Bartender before I take them into the back room.
I can still get a tip from the customer in the back room.
When I get the high sign from the Bartender or the Stage Manager, I take whoever the waitress brings me into a back room and fuck his brains out.
Taffy will be watching and make damn sure the customer stays in line.
If the customer gets out of line, Taffy will handle it.
By the way, I'll fuck Taffy, maybe once a week to make sure that Taffy has my best interest in mind at all times.
Through my shock, I manage to ask, “Who's this Taffy?
Desiree waves over a large, brown man.
Taffy is a Samoan.
He's maybe five foot ten inches tall and maybe that wide.
He's not fat.
Taffy gives me a big smile.
He tells me, ”Taffy take care of the girls all the time.”
“Sometime the girls take care of Taffy.”
“You got trouble, Taffy be there for you.”
With that, Taffy turns and he's gone.
Desiree tells me that Taffy is my only defence against a nasty customer.
I'm not to worry because Taffy can handle the biggest, meanest customer.
I ask, “Just how big is Taffy?”
Desiree looks at me then tells me, “Taffy weighs a little under 300 pounds.
You're not to worry, Taffy takes it a little easy on the Pussycat girls.
However, he still wants all his pussy.”
Desiree then tells me that I need to dance.
However, first I'm to take off my dress so that she can better see what I'm doing.
In a desperate attempt to retain a little dignity, I tell Desiree that I'm wearing sheer to the waist pantyhose.
Desiree sighs and tells me, “Not to worry.
You'll work nude all the time and don’t worry about the men seeing you, they see that all the time anyhow.”
OK, I'm not a girl anymore.
I'm just another shaved pussy.
I think for just a moment that maybe starving to death wouldn’t be all that bad.
Rich Girl Learns The Ropes
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HERE'S A LITTLE STAGE, tucked into the back of The Pussycat Lounge.
Desiree takes me to the stage.
She sits on a chair in front of the stage to watch.
I take off my dress, as directed, and get up on stage and start to dance.
Desiree tells me to do something and I don’t understand the terms she uses.
She tells me I need to take some lessons from one Judy and learn dance and its terminology.
In the meantime, Desiree again tells me what to do, this time in simple, rather crude terms.
It seems that the customers want me to shake my tits and shake my pussy.
I work on that sort of presentation for a while until Desiree tells me that I have it down about as well as I'm going to get it down tonight.
The next thing she has me do is to remove my pantyhose and practice a few, really raunchy moves that expose the inside of my pussy.
I can’t believe that a supposedly high class place requires something like that.
However, Desiree makes it clear it's flash my pussy for the customers or leave The Pussycat Lounge.
My working clothes for the night are to be a French bra, matching lace garter belt and black nylons.
I have to buy the stuff, but they'll wait and take it out of my pay for the night.
I would have had to buy a pair of black of black stiletto heels, but I already have a pair.
The items mentioned are to be my entire costume for the night.
I wonder for a few seconds if I can actually appear in public wearing just what I have been told to wear.
However, I find that my need for food and shelter outweighs any need I might have for girlish modesty.
Desiree tells me how to tell when I'm the next girl to dance.
She also tells me, “You'll spend plenty of time in the back rooms tonight as you're fresh meat.”
I mention to Desiree that her terminology is so romantic.
Desiree tells, “Working at The Pussycat Lounge isn't about romance, it's about money.
If a girl has the looks, the moves and will do as she's told, it's also about earning a lot of money.”
It appears that, in less than twenty four hours, I’ve gone from pampered rich bitch to working whore.
Still, it's better than starving to death although I have to work to convince myself of that.
After she finishes with me, Desiree lets me dress right out in the open, in full sight of anyone who wanders by.
She then tells me, “You can stay in the motel for tonight.”
It turns out that the motel is next door and I can leave out the back way from the Pussycat Lounge after tonight's work and walk over to the place after the customers leave.
Tomorrow, I can see about getting a real place to stay.
I think that I may be lucky and die and there'll be no tomorrow.
However, I drive my car the short distance over to the motel, get a room and get checked in.
I decide to take a nap since I'll be up until early the next morning and I can use the rest.
I think I actually want to take a nap so that I won't have to think about what I'm going to do and, for that matter, what I have already done.
The wake up call jolts me out of a dream about the house where Daddy and I lived until today.
A place where I was a Princess like the girls I used to read about in stories.
A place I that really never thought too much about is now like paradise.
My paradise lost!
I have to force myself to get up and face what's ahead of me.
I slowly shower and put on my make up.
I then put on my required working clothes and put extra nylons in a shopping bag.
I then put on a coat and half run to The Pussycat Lounge, so as not to be late for my first night of work.
I have been told not to bring any other clothes to work, as they would likely mysteriously disappear before the night is over.
It appears that the customers want souvenirs of the girls and are willing to pay enough to make theft very profitable.
Oh well, it's just another welcome to the world of the working girl.
There are several girls in the 'ladies dressing room.'
Well the sign on the door says, ladies dressing room, but there are likely to be men wandering through from time to time.
There are quite a few girls in the dressing room.
They're not particularly friendly to me.
I find out that some of the girls are dancers and some of them are waitresses.
The waitresses work nude, just as the dancers do.
However, the dancers get to take more guys into the back room and use what the ladies charmingly call, 'the money hole.'
The waitresses don't like the dancers, because the dancers make more money.
The dancers don't like the waitresses, because the dancers are talented artistes, while the waitresses are just sluts with trays.
I can see that the dancers are better looking than the waitresses.
It would appear that the waitresses would like to be dancers, but don't qualify because of the looks thing.
I'm pleased to be a dancer, but I would just as soon be somewhere else with Daddy still supporting me.
Oh well, Daddy is gone and I have to support myself!
I'm not to dance until near the end of the rotation.
I decide to watch the other girls and see what they do.
I have to do well if I'm to survive here and I might learn enough to make it if I really watch the more experienced girls and learn in the process.
The first girl is a really good dancer.
She's pretty and has a good body.
However she also really knows how to move and display herself.
I can’t begin to do what she does on stage and I can see that I'm going to have to learn to really dance if I'm going to last here.
The first girl finishes and the second girl comes out.
The second girl isn't as good a dancer as the first girl, but she's still pretty good.
The guys in the front row are making the same rank comments as with the first girl, however, the second girl gives it right back to them whereas the first girl just ignored the verbal crap and danced.
At the end of the second girl’s routine, she doesn't come backstage as the first girl did.
Instead she goes through a door backstage and disappears somewhere.
It occurs to me, with a sort of a feeling of dread, that she has a customer date in a back room.
It hits me like a hammer that I must make the same trip if I'm to survive.
I watch the rest of the dancers and try to learn what I can.
I get so involved that I'm surprised when a dancer taps me on the shoulder and tells me I'm next.
I try to thank her, but she's already gone and I'm alone.
I start to get warmed up a bit and it hits me.
I'm going out there nude in front of however many men and dance.
I have never done this before.
I'm not a very good dancer compared to the girls I have just seen.
I'm scared as hell!
The girl on stage finishes and comes backstage.
It's my first turn and I go out on the stage.
I start to dance.
To avoid having to think about the large group of men, I focus on just one guy.
However, he begins to notice me staring at him.
So I shift to another guy and then another, but just one guy at a time.
The guys are making the same rank comments as they made to the other dancers.
I have had time to listen to the material and I have some good comebacks.
Surprisingly, that seems to help.
However, no matter what I do or say, the customers focus on my breasts and/or my pussy.
I shake it up good.
Remembering the old phrase about the customer being always right, I make sure they get lots of views of both my breasts and my pussy.
Suddenly, the music changes and I realize I have made it through the first of three songs!
I continue through the second song in pretty good fashion.
By the third song, I'm starting to get a little tired.
I still move in rhythm to the music, but I make some slow turns to expose my pussy fir the customers.
The turns take less energy than the fast dancing and I'm gonna’ make it!
The third song ends and I have made it!
As I dance off the stage, I get a sign from the Stage Manager that I have a back room date.
I remember Desiree's remark about 'fresh meat.'
Now, I'm not a virgin.
However, I have never before been in a situation where I had to just walk into a room where I knew I was gonna have to fuck a guy I have never seen before.
It's definitely not a fun situation.
