TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE (9 page)

She then moves back and we begin to strip.
 
I get my blouse and skirt off despite the fact that my hands are shaking like a young girl stripping for her first screw.

The other girl is only topless and she reaches out and moves my hand to her breast.

It's the first time I have ever felt a breast, other than my own.
 
I caress the fullness of her and then gently rub her aureole with my thumb, as customers in the club have done to me.

She responds strongly and tells me, in a husky voice, to strip nude for her.
 
I sit down on a chair, take off my shoes and then remove my nylons slowly and sensuously.
 
Just from habit, I make sure that she gets the same views of my pussy that a back room customer would back at The Pussycat Lounge.
 
She seems to enjoy it, just as the male customers do.

She then removes her skirt, panties and shoes and then begins to caress her own pussy while she continues to watch me strip my nylons.
 
At soon as I have my nylons off, she can wait no longer and she gets me up and pushes me back on my bed.

She lowers her face to my pussy and begins to gently trace the outside of my pussy lips with her warm probing tongue.

I'm shocked by the idea that a woman is licking my pussy, but I'm also more excited that I thought I would be.
 
I can hear ragged breathing and I'm surprised when I realize the sound is coming from me and I'm so involved with the other girl’s licking of my pussy that I didn't even realize the full extent of my involvement.

The lady continues to lick my pussy lips and even to flick her tongue into my hot, wet pussy.
 
I'm so turned on that I begin to buck my hips against her questing attack on my pussy!
 
She licks harder and thrusts her tongue deeper and then suddenly licks my clit!

I climax like a firecracker!
 
I hear myself moan in orgasm as if I were listening to some other woman surrendering herself.

The lady slides up alongside me, pausing to lick and suck on my nipples and to arouse me again.
 
Then she moves up and French kisses me again and I taste my own juices.
 
I'm both revolted and strangely excited about the whole process of making love to another woman.

She then tells me that I'm now to lick her pussy.

I'm suddenly revolted and I can't go through with it.

She strokes me gently and tells me, “You I have already tasted a wet pussy, now taste mine.”

I'm a slave to her desire and I slide slowly down the length of her, again pausing at her breast to lick and suck for a while.

Her desire is like a palpable thing and she begs me to lick her pussy.

I slide down until my face is between her legs.
 
Although I'm repulsed by the idea, I find myself also very excited.
 
I steel myself and begin to trace the outside of her pussy lips, as she did mine earlier.

The lady begins to buck her hips.
 
She also begins to moan.
 
I think she's trying to tell me something but she's overcome with passion.

I realize that I'm in control of a lesbian lady on my very first time.
 
I damn near climax myself at that moment!
 
I then repeat what the lady did to me.
 
By now, I'm so excited, that I don't pause, but continue to attack the lady’s pussy, even as I taste the musky taste of her love juices.
 
After a little while, I lick her clit and she climaxes noisily and surrenders herself to me!

I slide back up and French kiss the lesbian lady I have just conquered.
 
I then tell her that I'm going to fuck her with a strap on dildo.

I have previously obtained the sex toy and I get up from the bed and strap it on.
 
I then get back on the bed and, for the first time in my life, I mount another woman.
 
I'm a dancer and I'm in very good physical shape.
 
I wiggle my ass for a living and the muscles down there are strong and also have endurance.

I thrust the dildo deep into her wet pussy and get a cry of lust in return.
 
I begin to pump the thing in and out of her.
 
Strangely, I don't much feel my own responses.
 
I do feel the responses of the lady I am fucking.
 
I have been fucked so many times by male customers that I understand every feeling she's experiencing to a level that it's more like I'm fucking myself!

I thrust savagely into her and, after a time, bring her to another wild orgasm.
 
I join her, not because of any physical feeling of my own, but because of what I know she's feeling.
 
I have conquered another woman!

I dismount and clumsily remove the damned dildo.
 
I then slide up alongside the other girl and we cuddle for a bit.

Although we're two women, I begin to have some small understanding of what my male customers must feel when they fuck me at The Pussycat Lounge.

We cuddle for a time and then I tell her that she must go, as I have appointments in the morning.

She goes into the bathroom to clean up.

I don't really know why, but I put my nylons back on, slide into my shoes and even, as a sort of afterthought, put on a French bra.

When she comes out of the bathroom, she's dressed and ready to leave.
 
Her eyes devour me and it seems as if she might try me again.
 
However, she leaves, pausing only for a long, lingering French kiss at the door.

I shower before bed.
 
I then spend a long time staring at my own nude body in the full length mirror before I go to bed.

I have learned a great deal about lesbian sex tonight.
 
However, I realize that I don't yet completely understand all that I have learned.

Let’s Party!

A
FTER MY VERY FIRST lesbian encounter, I return to work at The Pussycat Lounge.

Strangely, the lesbian encounter helps me with my work.
 
My dancing and my stripping are the same as before.
 
However, now when I take a male customer into the back room for a fuck, I understand quite a bit more about what the male customer is feeling when he slides his cock into my pussy.
 
Since I understand more of what he's feeling as he fucks me, I'm able to ask him for actions that'll stroke his ego while his cock strokes my pussy.
 
My tips pick up a bit!

For the first time since I started, I'm dancing at Pussycat Lounge locations other than the first place I went to work.
 
I have no real choice, I have to continue to find new customers if I'm to make the same kind of money that I have become used to.
 
Of course, eventually I'll have to relocate if I'm to continue to enjoy the same success. There are only so many potential customers for Nocturne in the current locations and I'll run out of guys willing to pay the high fee for me.
 
However, for now I can solve the problem by relocating within the same area.

At the new club, there are customers who have never before experienced the inside of Nocturne’s pussy and that lack is being remedied on a very profitable night by night basis.

Each location of The Pussycat Lounge requires me to wear at least a garter belt and nylons.
 
After a little thought, I also always add a French bra to support my fairly large tits.
 
After a bit more thought, I begin to upgrade my gear.

I upgrade my nylons to lace top units that cost quite a bit more, but also get me fucked more.

It takes a while, but I finally find the perfect French bra.
 
It's a model that's lacy, yet durable.
 
It also looks fabulous!
 
However, I can't get a matching garter belt.
 
At least, I can't get a matching garter belt at the only store that sells the French bra I want.

With the precise style of French bra I want firmly implanted in my mind, I then do quite a bit of research.
 
(Hey wait a minute.
 
Who's going to notice minor differences between the bra and garter belt?
 
A garter belt is just a garter belt, right?
 
Wrong!)
 
The correct style and the correct lace are small items, but the type of thing a professional works on.

I have to hit at least a dozen stores before I find the source of the perfect matching French bra and garter belt combination.
 
Then, I have to go down to a wholesale shop and buy sets in quantity.
 
It's a lot of work, but it's well worth the effort.

It's amazing how many of the ladies who work in the lingerie shops are lesbians or at least have lesbian tendencies.
 
On more than one occasion I think I'm going to get raped before I get out of the shop.
 
However, it's just one more danger of walking around in just French bra, garter belt and nylons.
 
Oh well, it comes with the territory.

I also select several pairs of fancy stiletto heel shoes.
 
When a customer mentions my shoes, the specific brand and style goes into my book and the legend of Nocturne gets yet another buff!

I keep on management about assigning me to private parties.
 
They seem a bit reluctant.
 
They point out that the private party ladies service both male and female top executives.
 
I then go in and discuss my previous lesbian training encounter with Desiree.
 
It takes a while and I have to answer quite a number of very personal questions, but she finally agrees to talk to management on my behalf.

Finally, the owner of one of The Pussycat Lounges talks to me.
 
He asks me quite a few questions, including pro sports, local night clubs, wine, etc.
 
I pass the conversation test with flying colors and they'll schedule me for a private party!

I have a talk with the existing private party ladies.
 
I want to wear a very see-through lace dress over my usual Pussycat Lounge stuff.
 
They're not happy with my selection as they claim it goes too far.
 
We finally settle on me wearing a little silk number with a deep V neckline and no back at all.
 
The back is cut so low that it just barely covers my garter belt.
 
That is, it'll cover my garter belt if I don't move or breathe.
 
It also has deep slits in the side.
 
Because of the backless nature of the dress, I'll not wear my usual French bra under it.

The night of the party arrives and I'm prepared.
 
What I'm wearing will attract any man who's not blind.
 
I have also done my homework as far as the annual report for the company throwing the party goes and I can identify the top executives by sight.
 
I also have the local trivia memorized and can talk intelligently about sports, tourist sights and restaurants as long as I don't have to say more than a line or two.

I walk into the party with a little style.
 
As I have planned, I don't wear any sort of bra.
 
Thus, I show a bit of tit bounce and sexy jiggle.
 
My dress does cover my pussy, if just barely.
 
The tops of my nylons are well below the hem of my skirt.

I walk up to the CEO and sort of pose in front of him.
 
There are people around him, but I make damn sure that he knows by eye contact that my posing is just for him!

He, playing the polite gentleman, asks my name.

I tell him that I'm Nocturne.
 
I also tell him that I'm new.
 
I then ask him if he is T. William Smith?

He's obviously surprised, but tells me that he's indeed that person.
 
He then asks, “How do you know my name?”

I tell him, “A lot of people know your name after the article about you in the trade publication.”

He tells me that he's pleased that I saw the article.
 
(I didn't really see the article.
 
I had one of the girls do a search on the Internet and she found the article after a search on his name.)
 
He also introduces me to the other high-ranking executives around him.
 
I'm polite and as correct as I can be while wearing a whore dress.
 
I do make sure to stay very close to T. William as I meet the others.

When the introductions are over, I'm now in.
 
I'm part of the circle of people around T. William and I can smell the scent of money in the air!

The boys around T. William ogle me long and hard.
 
The last matches their disposition.
 
There's also one woman in the group.
 
She's Teresa, the Treasurer.
 
She's apparently a bit unhappy about my outfit, as I'm showing more skin than any of the other ladies.
 
Since I'm showing the most skin, I get the most attention.