TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE (25 page)

With a lot more work, I manage to get all of them to relax the, 'You had your rights punk, now talk!' expressions off their hard little faces.
 
I wouldn't use these bitches in a normal Pussycat Lounge show, but I have seen what Temptress and Supergirl did in
Mexico
and I want female muscle on hand if there's violence.

As I found out while talking to the government guys in the library, the sheik has several bodyguards.
 
However, just one of the sheik's bodyguards is American educated and likes the nightlife.

The American educated bodyguard suddenly gets a new buddy who lures him into The Pussycat Lounge for the first private show.
 
The luring isn't all that hard.
 
It turns out that Arab guys like to look at tits and pussy just as much as American guys do.

The night of the private party, a couple of the other girls dance first.
 
Then I dance on stage for my first turn.
 
I spot the government guy and the sheik’s bodyguard in the very upscale crowd.

I'm warmed up and I won't need to dance too much if at all after my first dance.
 
Thus I do a very much over the top dance.
 
I can't repeat the energy level necessary for an all out dance too many times, but tonight that won't be a problem.

I make sure that all of the customers get a good view of my jiggling tits and wide open pussy.
 
I shake it up good and try to create a little excitement among the customers.
 
I also use the projection skills Miss. Hollywood showed me to target the government spy and the sheik’s bodyguard, without being too obvious about it.

My dances are straight nude dances, with no strip.
 
I give it my best for three songs.
 
The audience rewards me with rapt attention and I'm in total control here!

Wouldn’t you just know it, there's a special promotion on tonight and a lucky ticket holder gets a free back room fuck date with the dancer of his choice.
 
Wouldn’t you just know it?
 
The sheik’s body guard is the lucky winner of the special promotion!
 
The government guy sells the bodyguard on the idea that Nocturne is the best fuck in The Pussycat Lounge and she's the one he wants.
 
(Actually the government guy had to do that in any case, it's part of the truth in advertising law!)

I take my time and walk down the hall to the back room, working my pussy with my fingers as I go.
 
When I get there, the sheik’s bodyguard is waiting.
 
My face lights up and I ask him, “Are you a for real sheik of Araby?”

Wouldn’t you just know it?
 
He's a for real sheik of Araby and knows all the Arab secrets of making love!

A totally captivated Nocturne tells bodyguard boy to strip and put on a condom.
 
I mean, the way I say “Big Boy!” damn near makes the guy come in his underwear!
 
Obviously naïve little Nocturne is totally captivated by the tall, dark, handsome Arab.
 
(In your dreams, Arab boy!)

As he strips, I make the usual production of taking off my French bra, making sure that the bodyguard notices that my young breasts are full and firm.
 
I also make sure that he notices that my firm tits can still jiggle a little bit.

The guy is aroused, but doesn't come looking at my tits.
 
I sit on a chair and begin to strip my nylons the scenic way.
 
The bodyguard watches my pussy like a hawk as I manage to show quite a bit more pussy than absolutely necessary while removing my nylons.

The guy reacts to my pussy show and finally rolls on a condom as he gets hard.

I take my time, as the bodyguard is obviously not gonna come just watching me.
 
I put my shoes back on and walk to the bed.
 
Actually, walk isn't nearly a good enough term for the wiggle, jiggle show I put on for the guy!

I look at the bodyguard’s rather large cock and tell him to just take it a little easy on poor Nocturne, because most of my customers don't have cocks that size.

I then step out of my shoes and sort of slither onto the bed.

The guy is excited as hell and joins me on the bed.
 
He wastes no time and mounts me, sliding his cock into me deep and hard.

The guy is young and strong.
 
However, he just strokes in and out of the Nocturne pussy, with no real extra movement.

Since Nocturne is doing a sales job here, I do the movement for him.
 
I not only move, I add moans and sighs because he's such a stud and I'm so excited.
 
(You got the money, honey?
 
I got the excitement!)

He's deep inside me and I let myself get a little excited.
 
I manage to keep the tempo down a bit and the guy continues to stroke at a reasonable speed.
 
He has had his time, but I use my internal muscles to keep him just on the edge of coming instead of getting him off right now.
 
I could bring him off if I wanted to, but this is going to be a fuck to remember and to recommend to his employer, the sheik!

I play the young, strong bodyguard body like a violin.
 
I get maximum effort out of him and give him back maximum pleasure.
 
I have to work very hard to keep from climaxing myself.
 
However, I finally begin to detect signs of the guy weakening and I bring the guy off with what's obviously a shattering climax of his own.
 
I fake my climax and it's a professional fake that I have perfected over time.

After he pumps and I milk all of his cum, he rolls off me.
 
I cuddle to him for a while and tell him that he made me come and that doesn't happen a lot in my business.
 
I also tell him that it was as good as I thought it would be with an Arab stud.
 
I can tell that Arab boy is buying my sales effort here big time!

After a while, I get up and towel off.
 
I throw him a towel as he sits on the edge of the bed.

I then take my time putting on my French bra.
 
I then put my nylons and my shoes back on, giving the bodyguard the grand view of my pussy once again.

He reacts like a desert sheik who has just ravaged the blonde English lady he captured.

I then tell him, “You were so good for me!”
 
I also tell him, “Tell all of your
 
Arab friends about Nocturne!”
 
I then kind of dance out of the back of the room and down the hall to the ladies dressing room.

As per my plan, the bodyguard exits to the hall he entered from.
 
There he sees Taffy manhandling the government agent, who bodyguard boy thinks is his buddy, down the hall.
 
One of the government ladies is playing the part of the outraged whore watching and snarling insults as the swine who misused her is thrown out!

As the government guy is thrown out a side door, the government lady/whore turns and her anger melts as she sees the handsome Arab bodyguard.
 
She struts past him, so totally ignoring him that she's obviously noticing him.

Bodyguard boy does what any normal male would do.
 
He throws back his shoulders, sucks in his gut and struts past the admiring lady and out of The Pussycat Lounge to find his buddy who drove him to the place.

His buddy, obviously an ugly American type has been thrown out of The Pussycat Lounge for good.
 
The buddy wants to know did they throw the Arab guy out too?

Well, the Arab guy tells his American friend that he not only didn't get thrown out, he had the best fuck he ever had.
 
(According to the agent he manages to project a kind of pitying contempt for a guy who just can't perform like a true, sophisticated Arab stud.)

The American guy is envious and tells the Arab guy that The Pussycat Lounge is a really upscale place that caters to only the very upper crust.
 
So, naturally the girls are the best and the sexiest.
 
If the agent hadn’t fucked up, he would be back as often as his wallet would allow.
 
He then tells the bodyguard, “Hell, the place would make one of your Arab sheiks forget his harem!”

The government agent later tells me that he can see the wheels turn inside bodyguard’s head.
 
Clearly, if a certain Arab sheik would forget his harem, he might well remember his faithful bodyguard at raise/bonus time.
 
And, since there's another private party scheduled for the following week, bodyguard boy has a request to make of his American buddy.

Well, it turns out that the American buddy can get the sheik and the bodyguard in, but it's gonna be tough.
 
It'll have to be just the two Arab guys.
 
The American buddy adds, “Oh yeah, and by the way, try to get Nocturne for the sheik when he goes backstage, as you know she's incredible!”

The Secret Agent Trap

A
S EXPECTED, THE SHEIK’S bodyguard gets back into contact with The Pussycat Lounge.
 
It seems that he wants to set up a private party visit by his boss.

The manager tells him, “Well now, it seems that some of the girls mentioned an Arab guy at the last private party.
 
The Pussycat Lounge will be glad to book a table for two Arab studs.
 
Whazzat?
 
You want to book Nocturne?
 
Listen buddy, do you know how many guys would like to book Nocturne?
 
Why we just can’t let you ...
 
Well, yes sir, for that kind of money up front, you got Nocturne!
 
And you better be ready, ‘cause Nocturne is the very best.”

The trap is baited and set.
 
Basically, only the ladies that the bodyguard saw before will be on duty.
 
The government agent lady who vamped bodyguard boy in the hall will be the waitress for the Arabs.
 
There should be no reason why the Arabs will be suspicious and Nocturne will do her dance and lure the sheik into a back room.

There'll be other couples fucking as the sheik walks back to get at Nocturne.
 
Of course, the other couples will all be government agents.
 
The waitress will then lure bodyguard boy into the hall and then the entire world will fall on two Arab studs.

While the government sets the trap, Nocturne does a bit of business checking on the sheik and then contacts her stock nerd.
 
The government is only worried about the secret information.
 
A stripper needs to also concern herself with the business bottom line!

The government has rented The Pussycat Lounge for the second night of a private party.
 
I again get the four best regular Pussycat Lounge ladies, with one substitution due to a time of the month problem.
 
I also get the same four porn stars as the previous private party night.

I also get the same eight government ladies.
 
They're all volunteers and I'm amazed that they'll actually whore for their government.
 
I talk to them about the matter and I get very little clue that they are doing it for enjoyment or excitement.
 
It's their job and they'll do their job naked or clothed and no matter what.
 
Oh well, it takes all kinds.

I also get several young, tough male government agents.
 
They're not all that big to look at, but Taffy tells me that they're tough guys that even he wouldn't like to have to face in a fight.
 
Since Taffy weighs damn near 300 pounds and makes his living rousting tough guys, I'm impressed and I don't worry about the government agents’ ability to handle any trouble that might occur.

The government has assigned two female doctors or nurses, I can't find out which.
 
They'll do the chemical treatment of the sheik.
 
Again, they don't like to work nude, but they have to be nude if they're backstage to avoid raising any suspicions by the Arab guys.
 
Once again, the government ladies will do it, but only because it's their duty.

Two government agents have the toughest job of all.
 
They have to escort the local Sheriff around until they get the signal and then get him in to do his critical part.
 
The Sheriff is dumb as hell, but he's up for re-election and he needs a big accomplishment to fend off the reform candidate.
 
The government agents have convinced him that, if he'll play ball, they have the accomplishment for him.
 
The predictably stupid reaction of the Sheriff is a key part of the plan.

A private party comes once again to The Pussycat Lounge.

The place is crawling with government agents and we get the word back in the ladies dressing room that the bodyguard and the sheik are out front.