TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE (20 page)
Rick works long and hard.
He tries three times to work up to where he can come.
I finally let him make it on the third try, as I can feel him tiring badly.
He pumps his cum into his condom and, once again, I help milk him dry.
By the time Rick rolls off me, he's exhausted and the combination of two dynamite fucks and too much booze insure that Rick will sleep until morning.
I slip out of bed and get cleaned up.
I then put on a dress I can wear out in public.
I call for a cab for down the street from the hotel.
I sneak down the executive tower elevator, encountering no one.
I get out the back door and down the street just in time to catch my cab.
I ride the cab and make it to The Pussycat Lounge in time to dance one turn before closing.
It takes a week, but the guys at the trade show manage to find the holes in the technology that Rick sold to Lanny.
The price of Lanny’s stock goes way down.
The puts I bought at $1.15 are now worth something over $37.
Little Nocturne is now a millionaire!
That's, of course, before taxes.
Since I, in effect, screwed Rick for a tip of well over a million dollars, I can't really describe myself as a whore.
The word courtesan seems a great deal more appropriate here.
Have Pussy, Will Travel
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FTER THE MERGER PARTY, I have lots of money.
Hell, if I can get myself straight with the IRS, I may even retire.
Then, I read some news in my old hometown news paper.
My father has been sentenced to 20 years in prison.
The charges against him are kind of nebulous, but there's some mention of conspiracy and drug trafficking.
I'm stunned.
I just can't believe that my father was involved in drug trafficking.
However, I don't see anything that I can do to help my father without getting myself in big trouble.
A couple of nights later one of the waitresses brings me a business card.
It's from some nothing company I have never heard of.
However, my father’s full name is written on the back.
After my last dance, I get dressed and go out front to talk to whoever sent me the card.
The guy who sent me the card isn't your typical Pussycat Lounge customer.
He doesn't tell me how hot I was and how excited he is.
Instead, he tells me that my father is in big trouble.
My father is in jail and the drug traffickers will get him if they release him into the general prison population.
The government needs my help.
If I help the government, they'll help my father.
I'm not going to talk to the guy in The Pussycat Lounge.
I do arrange to meet the guy at the public library the next day.
The library is the perfect place to meet someone.
No one thinks it's strange if you whisper in the library and the guy can't get nasty with me at the library.
The next day, I go to the library and the guy is there, waiting for me.
We find a two person table in a back corner and sit down.
I ask him, “Exactly what is it
that you want from me?”
He tells me a story that's just crazy enough that it might even be true.
It seems that my father was buying pre-Columbian antiquities from a man named Hernandez down in
My father would buy the stuff, despite the fact that buying or selling pre-Columbian antiquities is illegal in both the
My father would then smuggle the stuff into the
Hernandez then wanted to force my father to smuggle drugs into the
My father refused and Hernandez brought the weight of the world down on him.
Hernandez is a really nasty piece of work.
He not only deals pre-Columbian antiquities, but also traffics in drugs, murder, illegal arms and prostitution.
The
If I'll cooperate, they'll see that my father’s sentence is reduced to time served and my own problems with the IRS will be no more.
I tell the guy, “Look, I'm a stripper (well, it sounds better than nude dancer) and just how do you think I can help the United States government catch a really big time criminal?”
The guy tells me, “Hernandez is having problems with his drug suppliers.
He intends to throw a really big party at his castle in
He'll have food, booze and dancing girls so that everyone will have a really good time.”
I tell the guy, “If Hernandez deals in prostitutes, he already has all the girls he needs for his party.”
The guy tells me, “Hernandez doesn't have the kind of girls that his oriental suppliers want.
Hernandez wants blonde ladies who'll dance nude and also amuse his oriental suppliers.
If his oriental suppliers like the girls, they'll work out their 'hard feelings' on the girls and not on Hernandez.”
I tell the guy, “You shouldn't quit your day job any time soon and try to make it as a stand up comedian.”
I also tell him, “Oh yeah, believe it or not, there are real blonde ladies in
The guy beats around the bush for a while until I tell him, “You're wasting my time and I'm leaving.”
He then reluctantly tells me the whole story.
Hernandez doesn't just let people in and out of his castle.
If you're a drug supplier or a pre-Columbian antiquities supplier or an arms supplier, you can get in and out.
If you're a dancing girl, you can get in his castle, but not back out.
I tell the guy, “I'm not interested in a one way trip to
I also tell him, “Actually, I don’t know any girls who would be interested in a one way trip to
I pause and then tell him, “Strippers are just funny that way.”
The guy then tells me, “Look, we'll get you and the rest of the girls out.”
I tell him, “I don't believe you and no sane girl would believe you.”
He then tells me, “You'll go in with two
I tell him, “I still don't believe you.
For one thing, government ladies don't screw criminal suspects.”
He then, in desperation, offers to let me talk to the government ladies.
I finally agree to meet with the two government ladies.
They're the two hardest bitches I have ever met.
They do, however, have the looks to at least fake it as nude dancers.
I ask, “Why do you want to dance nude, fuck any number of men and risk death for the crummy amount the government pays you?”
It turns out that Hernandez killed the brother of one of the ladies.
The other lady lost her partner and was damn near killed herself trying to arrest people involved in a Hernandez drug deal.
We talk about the matter of Hernandez and his castle for a long while.
I find out some things that are seemingly of no use to the ladies or the government, but will enable us to get out of Hernandez’ castle alive.
I explain to the ladies that I'm a professional in the area in which we'll have to operate.
I lay out what must be done if we're to get out alive.
What must be done includes the ladies learning to dance nude and fuck before we go to
To my surprise, the ladies agree.
I take the two ladies down to The Pussycat Lounge.
Andre fucks the lady we decide to call Temptress.
Taffy fucks the other lady, the one that we have given the name Supergirl.
Both ladies pass the fuck test and I get then into dancing practice right away.
By right away, I mean they don't even dress after their fuck test.
I point out to them, “Actually, female privacy is a little scarce around The Pussycat Lounge.”
The ladies aren't dancers.
However, they do practice some sort of kung-fu thing and they learn dancing moves very quickly.
We decide that they should avoid some of the fancier dancing moves like high kicks.
The ladies are used to moving, but not without a bra and not in stiletto heels.
Just to get them used to the conditions, I get Desiree to shave Supergirl’s pussy out in the open, while Temptress dances.
Then Desiree shaves Temptress’ pussy while Supergirl dances.
At first, the ladies think that their dancing should be graceful and artistic.
I quickly let them know that their dancing is all about showing tits and pussy, not artistry.
The ladies then want to know if it's absolutely necessary for them to dance nude at The Pussycat Lounge and to fuck customers before we go to
I tell them that it is.
They have to have the experience of dancing in front of a crowd and they have to have the experience of fucking customers, so they can get used to different men.
I point out we're all going to get gang raped in
Once again, the ladies don't like it, but they'll do what they have to in order to get Hernandez.
The next night, Temptress and Supergirl dance at The Pussycat Lounge.
Temptress is scheduled to dance first, then I'll dance, then Supergirl will dance.
I watch Temptress dance and she does well, quite well actually.
However, her facial expression needs to change.
She regards the customers as a bunch of horny creeps and it shows in her facial expression.
We have set the two new girl's prices at the low end of what The Pussycat Lounge charges.
That means the two ladies will get fucked early and often.
Temptress is the first to get a back room call and she goes to the back like a trooper.
She fingers herself on the way back so that her pussy is lubed and ready.
The guy is waiting for her and she makes a production of taking off her French bra.
The customer likes the view but doesn't seem like he's going to come watching her remove her bra.
Temptress then sits in a chair and lets the customer have a good view of her pussy as she strips off her nylons.
Again, the customer doesn't seem like he's going to come watching her.
Temptress then kicks off her shoes and jumps on the bed.
The customer joins her on the bed and then mounts her.
He has a big cock, but not a monster.
He begins to stroke in good fashion and Temptress actually seems to be enjoying it, at least as far as can be told from the image in the TV monitor.
I have warned the ladies about bringing the customer off too quickly and Temptress gives him a good ride and waits a while.
The guy continues pumping and then begins to speed up a little.
As soon as he speeds up, Temptress apparently tightens up on him and he comes long and loud, into his condom.
The stupid son of a bitch then decides not to dismount.
Instead, he just lays on Temptress.
Temptress is strong enough to throw him off, but she waits for Taffy to come and pull the guy off her.
After Taffy rousts the troublemaker, Temptress comes down the back hallway and I join her.
We go into the ladies dressing room.
Temptress is so mad she's shaking.
She tells me, “I wanted to kill the son of a bitch!”
I tell her, “You're going to meet a lot of those kind of customers.
If you try to handle it yourself, you'll give yourself away and we'll die down in
You can't handle it yourself, you just have to call for help.”
