TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE (5 page)

Desiree asks, “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

I tell her no and the admission comes out in a very small voice.

By now it's getting along toward closing time at The Pussycat Lounge.
 
Desiree notes the time and tells me, “Sucking cock comes with the territory around here.”
 
She then calls Taffy.
 
Desiree explains that Taffy helped me out with the hand job guy.
 
Because of that, I owe Taffy one.

It seems that I'm about to pay Taffy back by sucking his cock.

Taffy appears and sits on the chair that Desiree just vacated.
 
Since I don't have nylons on after my last fuck, I reluctantly kneel in front of Taffy on a pad Desiree produces from somewhere.

Taffy unzips his pants and draws forth a large, brown cock.

Now, I wasn't a virgin when I got to The Pussycat Lounge.
 
After tonight, I'm definitely not a virgin.
 
However, this is the first time I have actually seen a man’s cock up close.
 
It doesn't look too inviting.
 
However, I gotta earn a living and a girl has to do what a girl has to do.

I take Taffy’s cock in my hand and very cautiously lower my mouth onto the end of Taffy’s cock.
 
It doesn't taste too bad and I begin to suck on it a little.
 
I'm rather tentative about the whole procedure and this is apparently not good.

Taffy tells me, “Suck on it girl, really suck on it.”
 
He sounds annoyed and he's a great deal bigger and stronger than I am.

I begin to suck harder.
 
The cock gets bigger and harder and I find that I'm actually quite pleased that I can cause this to happen to a man who could crumple me up with his hands like he would crumple a ball of tinfoil.

Desiree is by my side and she tells me to stroke the shaft with my fingers as I suck the head.
 
I'm then directed to use my tongue to trace various parts of the head of Taffy’s cock and even lick the hole at the end.

I'm really involved in the mechanics of sucking Taffy’s cock and I don't realize just how excited he's becoming.
 
Suddenly I can feel him tense and then he's pumping cum into my mouth.
 
I start to pull away and even manage to spit the end of his cock out of my mouth and try to pull away.
 
However Desiree won't let me pull my head back and I take the rest of Taffy’s cum in my face.
 
I'm not happy, especially when more of the cum runs into my mouth.

Desiree scolds me and tells me, “A customer pays to shoot his cum in your face.
 
You'll not only put up with it, you'll pretend like it's really exciting for you.
 
If any of the cum gets in your mouth, you'll swallow it, not spit it out.
 
You'll pretend it's like eating ice cream.”

I'm not very happy about the whole situation, but then Desiree tells me how much I can get for sucking a man’s cock.
 
I realize that sucking cock is going to be one of the things, like washing dishes, that I don't like to do but have to do to get along.
 
I also realize that sucking cock is going to be a real money maker for Nocturne.

Taffy tells me that the blow job was OK, but that I still need some work.
 
He then tucks his big, brown cock away, zips up and leaves.

Desiree tells me, “You did better than I expected for a first night.
 
Your dancing was a little less than I would normally accept from a Pussycat Lounge girl.
 
On the other hand, your 'dates' were better than I expected and jacking the one customer off was a really professional move.”
 
She then continues, “You did so well that Andre is going to keep you on full time.
 
However, there are things you still need to learn and improve on.”

Desiree has made an appointment for me with Judy who will teach me and improve my dancing.
 
Judy is strictly a dance teacher and won't get involved with the really raunchy stuff.
 
However, if I'm good at the dancing, Judy will teach me how to strip.

Desiree tells me that she lives in an apartment not too far from The Pussycat Lounge.
 
The place is a little expensive, but they have a good security system and a 24 hour a day desk with TV surveillance of all the halls.
 
Desiree tells me that some of the bolder customers have followed girls home and tried to follow them into their apartments.

Desiree then tells me that I have the looks and the style to make it as one of The Pussycat Lounge Girls.
 
Not just one of the dancers who float through the place from week to week, but a headline regular who can regularly make $1,000 per night and maybe more.

I don't believe what I have just heard.
 
I ask Desiree, “Do you mean I can actually make $200,000 per year dancing at The Pussycat Lounge?”

Desiree says, “Yes, you can, if you keep yourself in shape and work the customers for back room visits.”
 
She not only tells me what I can make, but also how much of it I'll need to report to the IRS.
 
The amount I'll report is less than $200,000.
 
Actually, the amount is quite a bit less.

She also tells me that The Pussycat Lounge also provides girls for private parties.
 
The girls get $2,500 each, plus tips, for such an event.
 
She then kind of rushes past the point that each girl is expected to fuck up to five times during such an evening.

I'm pretty much exhausted after only three customer dates and a hand job.
 
However, I'll get used to that sort of schedule and $2,500 is $2,500!
 
Plus, I'll have a chance to work the customers for tips.
 
I seem to have a real talent for getting tips.

Desiree cautions me that I need to keep my bikini area shaved smooth at all time with no stubble.
 
She gives me a can of some sort of product that's supposed to remove hair.
 
I'm told that I'll keep shaved or keep smooth with the goop in the can, if it works for me.

I reflect that I would have just died if a boyfriend saw my bikini area up close not too long ago.
 
Now, I'm trying to interest a whole roomful of men in the same bikini area after it's been shaved clean of hair for their viewing and fucking pleasure.

While we're talking, people keep walking through the ladies dressing room in the process of closing down The Pussycat Lounge.
 
Desiree and I are both nude and out in full view of the casual passerby.
 
It's strange to tell, but nobody really gives us a glance.
 
It appears that if a man sees tits and pussy all night, every night, a nude lady isn't all that much of an attraction.

I again ask Desiree about the sale of my working clothes, if that sort of stuff can be called clothes.

Desiree tells me, “The Pussycat Lounge is a fetish place.
 
The customers aren't interested in naked women, but rather in nude women.
 
Nude women, in The Pussycat Lounge, always wear French bras, lace garter belt, nylons and stiletto heels.
 
The stuff we wear is peek-a-boo lace, not durable stuff.
 
The purpose of the fetish garb is to excite the customers, not to conceal anything.”

I mention, “I have seen a few of the Pussycat Lounge girls wearing panties and real bras.”

Desiree tells me, “Some of the customers like to see ladies strip to nude.
 
However, you can't be a stripper until you can dance better.
 
Also, the girls who strip have to be trained in the proper techniques for taking off what little they take off.”
 
Desiree sums it up, “Clumsy does not get tips!”

I ask, “What happens when a girl gets to be 'old hat' in The Pussycat Lounge?”

Desiree tells me, “There are four Pussycat Lounges in carefully selected areas.
 
They're not all that far apart, but the locations are carefully selected so that each place draws from a different population area.
 
A girl rotates from club to club to perform in front of new customers, with big money homecomings!”

Then Desiree tells me something that really shocks the hell out of me.
 
Desiree tells me, “Amateurs sometimes dance at The Pussycat Lounges.
 
The amateurs aren't the usual run of the mill girls trying to get on as regular nude dancers.
 
The Pussycat Lounge amateurs are ladies who would qualify as regular nude dancers, but don't want to work at it regularly.
 
Their husbands bring them in and they dance shifts, just like the regular girls.”

I ask, “Do you mean to tell me that there are really husbands who would let their wife dance nude in front of other men?”

Desiree tells me, “Actually, there are quite a few men like that.
 
There are some who will also let their wife 'date' customers.
 
In fact, the wife getting fucked by other men is the lure for both the husband and wife in many cases.”

I ask, “Don't the amateurs 'dating’ customers cut down on earnings for the regular girls?”

Desiree says, “The amateurs are paid only a fraction of what the regular girls earn, if anything.
 
Then the difference between what the amateurs earn and the regular price is split up among the regular girls.”

I'm astounded.
 
I ask, “Do you mean that there are women who work as nude dancers and 'date' customers just for the fun of it?
 
And they do it in front of their husbands?”

Desiree tells me, “Most of the amateurs will dance nude, 'date' customers or blow customers but won't accept any money from a customer.
 
After all, if they accepted money, they would be whores.”
 
She quickly tells me, “Try not to think about it, it'll only make you crazy.”

The Pussycat Lounge is closing down.
 
The last couple of girls dance a turn and then they do a last call for alcohol.
 
They begin to shut the lights off, a little at a time.
 
The Pussycat Lounge will soon be dark and it's finally time for me to go back to the motel and get some sleep.

I put on my coat, over a garter belt and stiletto heels, and walk out towards the motel.
 
One of the Pussycat Lounge workers walks me out in case some customer wants to get friendly after working hours.
 
When I almost get to the motel, he wishes me a good night and I walk the last few yards to my motel alone.

I get the key from the guy at the desk and go to my room and get cleaned up.
 
It's as if I'm trying to wash the whole first night of my new life away.
 
It doesn't really work and I still feel somehow dirty.
 
I go to bed hoping to forget my new life for at least a while.

My body is tired, but my mind is whirling at high speed.
 
I do sleep, but I dream of me lying on a bed and a long row of naked men are waiting for the guy who's fucking me to finish, so they can take their turn at me.
 
The vision of the men is bad enough, but I also climax as each naked dream man comes inside me.

Integrated Love For A Whore

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N THE LATE MORNING I get my wake up call.
 
I didn't really sleep well after my first night at The Pussycat Lounge.
 
However, I did survive and even made quite a bit of money.
 
Also I now have a steady job.
 
Along with my new job comes a list of things to do.
 
I get up, get ready and then drive over to see Judy, the dance lady Desiree told me about.

When I get to the address for Judy’s place, it proves to be in a little tiny mall.
 
I have to search a bit and I find that it's a little hole in the wall dance studio in one corner of the mall.
 
I try but can't open the door.
 
I knock and Judy has to let me in the locked door.

Judy is a little old lady who earns a living teaching dance, mostly to The Pussycat Lounge girls and other stripper or nude dancer girls.
 
She doesn't leave the door unlocked because she doesn't want men in the place.
 
Given the girls who use Judy’s services, it seems like a reasonable precaution.

Judy puts me through an hour of hell.
 
I learn a few useful tricks about how to move, how to stop and how to pose at the end of a kick.
 
The lesson is expensive, but it's a necessary business expense.
 
Despite Judy’s demure little old lady appearance and age, the entire lesson is all about a dancer displaying tits and pussy.
 
I guess that Judy also has to do what she has to in order to make a living.

After my dance lesson, I stop by a place that Judy recommends and buy some of my own French bras, garter belts and nylons.
 
The stuff I buy has sexy lace like The Pussycat Lounge stuff, but in colours that work for me.
 
The Pussycat Lounge black stuff is OK and works for everyone.
 
However, I'm a blonde girl and I'll always use the color blue instead of black, if I have a choice.
 
The colour blue works really well with my hair colour and complexion.