TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE (7 page)

The Whore Who Wanted More

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VER THE NEXT FEW weeks I learn to dance better, mainly thanks to Judy.
 
I also learn to whore better, mainly thanks to Nocturne.

The dancing thing is actually fairly complicated.
 
A woman’s bare breasts aren't too well designed for rapid movement.
 
In order to stop the flop that occurs even with a French bra, a girl has to learn just how to move so as not to start her breasts flopping, yet still move just enough so that her breasts jiggle just the right amount to turn on the customers.
 
If it sounds complicated, it is.
 
That’s one of the reasons I earn the big bucks dancing nude!

I can use my internal muscles to much better effect than when I first started at The Pussycat Lounge.
 
I can bring an average customer off almost as quickly as I want to.
 
There are, of course, really strong, really experienced guys who can resist me for a while, but not too many.

My one remaining big problem is that I still some times orgasm for real.
 
Most of the girls who have been at the nude dancing and back room whoring thing for a while are like Halloween; they come once a year.
 
A whore needs to be in control.
 
A girl who is orgasming is, by definition, out of control.

I have begun to develop some little tricks that make me a surprising amount of money.
 
One such trick is the ‘big cock.’
 
I tell my customers I charge an extra $20 for big cocks.
 
Of course, each of my customers has a big cock, at least in his own mind.

Another little trick is the personal message.
 
When I sell any of my fetish clothing in conjunction with a fuck or a blow job, I sign it with a personal message.
 
I started out using pretty much just the one personal message.
 
However, I now have five more, ‘spontaneous’ personal messages I can use if the occasion demands.

I can now dance as well as most of the girls at The Pussycat Lounge.
 
In fact, I can dance better than most of the girls.
 
I know this last is true, as I have been promoted to the stripper corps.

Not all of the girls at The Pussycat Lounge are allowed to strip.
 
If a girl wants to strip she has to pass Desiree‘s dancing evaluation.
 
She also has to pass Desiree’s stripping evaluation.
 
Even if a girl can dance well enough, she has to be able to get out of her clothes with some style and grace.
 
Many of the girls who try to strip think that all they have to do is dump their laundry and they are strippers.
  
That's, however, not what The Pussycat Lounge thinks and Desiree enforces the policy.

Before I got to The Pussycat Lounge, the strippers almost all stripped from baby doll nighties or from bra and panties.
 
If I want to earn the big bucks, I have to come up with something different and better than what the other girls are using.

One day I was shopping and I ran across a really fancy silk lady suit that had been ruined.
 
There was an ugly stain on the back of the coat that wasn't coming out.
 
It would cost too much to replace the back as there's a lot of tailoring involved.
 
However, the estimate of cost was for a suit that a lady would wear to work or to a social occasion.
 
If the coat was to be used as part of a strip act, it didn't have to be so perfect.
 
I got a new back for the suit on the cheap, but good enough so that the patch job isn't apparent to the customers as I dance.

I dance my way onto the stage.
 
I'm dressed in the kind of lady suit the little pampered Princess I used to be might have worn, including a string of fake pearls.
 
I look classy and out of place on a strip bar stage, which is just the way I want it.

I dance just enough that the cruder customers start cat calls at the way overdressed girl dancing on the stage.

I then flash the coat open to show I have only a French bra on under the coat!
 
The cat calls stop.
 
The guys are watching a genuine pampered Princess forced to reveal herself on the stage, or maybe she's a nymphomaniac, who knows?

I work through the first song with no more than an occasional flash of my tits to the customers.
 
The tit show is way less than they usually get from a stripper.
 
However, the idea I have planted in the minds of the customers is that it's not a stripper they're watching, but a for real virgin Princess!

At the start of the second song, I take off the jacket but keep covering the nipples of my French bra supported tits with my hands like an embarrassed virgin Princess might.
 
First the customers see my nipples, and then they don't.
 
Forget the fact that nearly all of the customers have seen me dance nude before.
 
This isn't Nocturne, this is Nocturne’s virgin little sister!
 
Or so the customers have convinced themselves.

During the second song, I gradually become more confident and spend more time with my nipples exposed.
 
Thus, I'm able to flash my skirt from time to time to not quite fully reveal my pussy or maybe my panties, which is it?
 
(If you wonder how it could matter pussy or panties to a customer who had already seen my shaved smooth pussy many times, you need to be here and see for yourself, Big Boy!)

Just at the end of the second song, I lift my skirt high in front can-can style.
 
It turns out that I'm wearing panties!
 
(What a tease.)
 
I then remove my skirt and begin the third song.

The virgin Princess is now embarrassed.
 
She has revealed herself to be the kind of girl who wears a sexy French bra under her so-proper lady suit.
 
And she also wears a pair of tiny lace, thong panties.
 
But, will she be brave enough to remove the panties?

Since I'm dancing at a strip bar, the answer is obviously yes.
 
However, there are a lot of customers who are moving their hands inside their pants pockets as they watch to see exactly what will happen.
 
(They ain’t jingling change out there sports fans!)

As the virgin Princess gets bolder through the third song, she flashes the panties, really quickly.
 
You can see just a flash of the Nocturne pussy that The Pussycat Lounge customers have come to know and love!
 
However, it can’t be Nocturne.
 
No, it must be her virgin little sister.
 
What a turn on to see what nobody probably ever saw before!

The Pussycat lounge uses three song sets for its dancers.
 
However, Nocturne is using a four song set here.

At the beginning of the fourth song, Nocturne’s virgin little sister removes her panties, but she's too shy to just show off her shaved pussy.
 
She therefore dances for a bit with first one hand, then the other hand over her pussy, because the little virgin Princess is too embarrassed to really show her pussy in front of all the men in the audience.

However, toward the end of the fourth song, the little virgin Princess gets carried away.
 
She does the same kind of raunchy, open pussy dance her big sister Nocturne is famous for.
 
Of course, it's not just the same dance, because this is the shy little virgin Princess.
 
The crowd loves it and they're going nuts out there!

At the end of the fourth song, I have to dance back out on stage five times because the customers are about to tear the house down!

When I finally get off the stage for the last time, I have four guys who have paid for a back room fuck.
 
Actually I have a lot more than four, but four is my nightly limit.
 
The demand is so high that there are several near fist fights for the right to rape the shy little virgin on her first night!

When I finally get off the stage and down the corridor to a back room, there's a guy waiting who's so worked up I figure I may be able to jack him off and save the wear and tear of a fuck.
 
However, he has paid for a nylon fuck and he's damn well going to get my nylons.

I do what I can to work the guy up while removing my French bra.
 
However, I can't see any way I'm going to get him to come except by using my pussy.
 
Since the titty show is not gonna’ do the job, I kick off my shoes and jump onto the bed.

The guy then removes his pants and under shorts and manages somehow to put on a condom, although his hands are trembling so badly I wonder how he gets it done.
 
He then sort of leaps at me and I manage to catch him, more or less, before he stabs me to death with his hard cock.
 
I grab the hard cock and shove it into my pussy before it can do harm elsewhere.

The guy starts to pump so hard and so fast that I don’t really have to do much.
 
By the time I wrap my nylon clad legs around him, he is about to come like an 18-year-old boy on his first fuck.
 
In what has to be only a few seconds, he does come.

I manage to fake a little orgasm scream and then roll the guy off me.

The guy is ecstatic that he was the first barbarian to rape the Princess and also disgusted that he lasted so little time.

I autograph my ripped and run nylons with the usual message, with a slight change:
 
“For a stud who took EVERYTHING, Princess Nocturne!”
 
Despite my literary eloquence, quick boy doesn't tip me.
 
Oh well, you run across cheap bastards from time to time in this business.

I then retreat down the back corridor to get another pair of nylons.
 
I put on the new pair of nylons and then, from the dressing room, I talk to the Stage Manager.
 
I tell him I'm ready to go again, since the first guy lasted only a few seconds.

The Stage Manager tells me “The sooner the better.
 
I got three guys waiting here with their cocks in their hands.”
 
He also gives me the sign for a nylon fuck.

I scamper back up the back corridor and around to the front corridor.
 
I find the second guy waiting for me.
 
He's in much the same condition as the first guy and, of course, it's another nylon fuck.

I play the same game.
 
I do everything I can with my French bra and I think maybe the guy shoots cum in his drawers.
 
However, he's still looking like ready to go.
 
I kick off my shoes and jump on the bed.

The guy drops his drawers and puts on a condom.
 
He then manages to get on the bed without it looking like he's jumping out of a second story window.
 
He mounts me and puts his condom clad cock in my well lubed pussy and we get started.
 
At first he takes it slow and deep, but after I wrap my legs around him, he speeds up and he gets so excited that he comes fairly quickly.
 
However, he does manage to pump what must be a world record amount of cum into the condom.
 
I think it takes a dozen finishing strokes before he runs dry.
 
He then dismounts and I get up off the bed.
 
I put my shoes back on and wiggle my ass over to a chair.

I remove my ripped and run nylons and once again I autograph with my new semi-virgin Princess message.

I put my shoes back on and I'm getting ready to run back down the corridor when the woman who cleans the back rooms after a fuck arrives.
 
She has new nylons, which I need, and a new garter belt and French bra, which I don't think I need.
 
It turns out I do need the bra and garter belt, as some stud wants souvenirs.
   
She also has some wet wipes which I can use in the room and save myself a trip up and down the corridor.

I get myself cleaned up and dressed, if that's the word.
 
Then the third guy walks into the room.

The third guy is a brown guy.
 
Apparently, he thinks he's going to have revenge on the white Princess for all of the wrongs ever visited on the brown people of the world.

I tell him to calm down.
 
I also back away from him, because I'm scared.

He doesn't calm down and he keeps moving toward me with a really nasty look on his face.
 
It looks like real trouble.
 
However, Taffy appears and ushers him out, none too gently.

The next guy is also a brown guy.
 
He doesn't want revenge.
 
He wants pussy.
 
You got the money, I got the pussy!

The guy has a big cock, but I have just had two fucks and I'm loosened up pretty good.
 
I give him the big cock financial message.

I then remove my new French bra with the usual titty show.
 
The guy doesn't come and I kick off my shoes and then get on the bed.