Amy Starts Work

[Frambois]

Amy

hundreds $$ - percentages! testing

He seems to have changed - now not grabbing me, just talking about what I can earn, it feels so strange standing here, naked in front of a mirror whilst a stranger does my hair.

Showing me how to tease with my long hair over my breasts, bending over so they look even bigger, my hair kind of sticks to them with the moisturiser, it looks very sexy.

Its up to me, can I do it?

He is not taking any notice of me as I stand there, my hands sheilding the the tuft of hair that he pulled, I am so aware of the state of arousal of my body I squeeze my legs tight together. My hair is hanging over shoulders partly covering my breasts.
I feel a little foolish now, I thought he was going to rape me, now it seems he was just showing me things, checking how I would react if the customers broke the rules.

My voice is small and quiet as I ask;

"if they, you know get it out or anything, I don't have to touch do I? just dance and talk dirty right? or I can get them thrown out? I mean where do they put, I mean isn't it messy"

that first night in the car with Dave, so hot and quick, him pulling away as I reached for him, then hot and wet over my hand, his embarrassment as he turned away covering himself

he just smiles tiredly at me and nods

"but this touching -

he said no inserting! oh god I don't want to think what he means, but can't help myself as visions of long probing fingers enter my mind, I feel my tummy and bottom muscles tense at the thought

- I don't have to let them touch me do I?"

he just looks at me as I ask my questions, head on one side

"If I do it, which costume would I wear?"

The manequins around the room are all wearing different clothes, ordinary outfits, but made to look sexy, low tops, short skirts, stocking tops that sort of thing. Like nurses, brides, maids - but not like they would really wear in real life.

I don't know why but suddenly I am back in my sisters room - she is dressing me up as a bride, in mom's white floaty dress - we are joking about wedding night's and white stockings and..........

He has an amused smile as he gets back up from his chair, his pants are still undone, his hands still shiny with the lotion, as he moves to the front of his desk and leans back.

 

[Vikingboy]

Tucker

OOC:Tuck is 19, a former football player in high school, now a construction worker. He's working on a BA in English part-time, but needs extra spending cash, so he keeps his $25/hour job working the high steel downtown. The job is hard, but it keeps him in better shape than he's ever been in his life. At 6'1, he weighs 225, all of it muscle. His only vice is that he loves beer & strip joints. And he has the money to enjoy the best of both.

He relishes watching women dance for him. It arouses all of his senses to feel the pulsing bass line running up his spine; smell the smoke of cigars, booze, and female arousal; have a near naked girl dance only for him, secretly caress her thigh or breast while he slips a five spot into her g-string or bra; go into a back room and more openly, but still covertly, feel her up as she dances on his lap. A hot stripper can get him utterly aroused.

But, despite the fact that Tucker would bring his lust-swollen cock (and it is a very impressive lust-swollen cock) home to her and fuck her with a fury after visiting the clubs, his ex-girlfriend just didn't get it. She thought it was disgusting, that no self-respecting woman would flaunt herself so openly, so wantonly. They must all be sluts & whores.

If they are, Tuck really doesn't care.

IC: Tuck has heard about The Naughty Lady, and since he’s looking for some thrills, he has decided to give it a whirl. So, armed with 1's, 5's, 10's, 20's, 50's, and 100's to tip any girl who will "bend the rules", Tuck heads out for a night of watching, feeling, and if he's lucky, fucking.

When he walked into the club he was pleased by the set-up: good sized bar, long runway with two girls working it, booths on the side. He sat at a table about halfway to the stage and scouted the place more carefully. Two bouncers and a floor walker, about what he was used to at other clubs. The place was mostly empty...one girl sitting at the bar, either a local call-girl or a dancer waiting to work.

A "drinks girl" (usually an off-duty dancer) came on to him and he ordered a Sam Adams, for $7.50 with the usual $2.50 tip. She showed him lots of tit and ass and rubbed up against his arm, so he put an extra $5 on the tray.

AS he drank, he remembered that Hank, his old man, always talked about the Naughty Lady being on his way home. Tuck guessed a long time ago that Hank came here once in a while (sometimes with mom) and laughed to himself, imagining seeing Dad (and maybe Mom...Karen....too hot to be a mom) walk out of a booth, hair and clothes disheveled, after a really good private dance.

Tuck looked around again and saw a customer slip around a corner, followed shortly thereafter by a dancer. "Ahhhhh, the real private rooms are back there... that's where I want to get tonight." Time enough for that later. For now he nursed his drink and watched the above average girls...not the top stock by any means, fuck the pole for the four drunks in the front row.

As the after-work, business man looking for a good thrill, crowd began to drift in, Tucker drank a bit more and slipped up a few tables to the row one back from the stage. Now the masked girls would get going...now the club would get hot...

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ed White:

"If they, you know get it out or anything, I don't have to touch do I? Just dance and talk dirty right? or I can get them thrown out? I mean where do they put, I mean isn't it messy?"

Ed listens to Amy's soft voice then replies, "Amy how are you going to talk dirty to make that extra money if you have to say "it"? It's a cock, a prick so say that. It doesn't hurt I promise.
"No, absolutely not. Hands off their cocks at all time Amy. Some of the girls will sneak in a quick feel to get more money, but it's against the rules so don't touch their pricks... unless you decide you want to give 'em a quick feel to make more bucks, but don't let anyone see you doing it and yes, it they start groping you can signal a bouncer and they're out of here.
"If they cum, shoot their wad it's messy for them, but if you're back far enough it won't be for you. Just white sperm, cum, jism shooting from their cocks or pricks.
"See Amy, talking dirty doesn't hurt you just have to get used to saying the words is all."

"But this touching - I don't have to let them touch me do I?" she asks hesitating as she does.

"Hell no Amy. That's totally up to you and again it's against the rules. But if you want to let them sneak a feel of your ass or breast to get more money out of them just make sure no one sees it.
"All of this is strictly up to you and no one else but you baby."

"If I do it, which costume would I wear?" she asks a bit more confidently now.

"Considering how innocent you look and your great body I was thinking of the school girl outfit Amy with either knees socks or thigh high stockings and low heeled shoes or flats like you have on now."

"Have you thought about what bird or animal mask you'd like to wear Amy? That'll help us come up with a stage name for you," Ed asks as he kills the club monitor again and comes back around the front of his desk to lean back against it with his cock still visible through his pants.

"So baby, what have you decided? Massage the red marks away and finish moisturizing you or going to get dressed and leave?
"Like I've said I'll hate to lose a big money maker like you, but you have to make the decision not me 'cause you'll be dancing and not me Amy," Ed asks as he picks up the moisturizer once more.

 

[Frambois]

Amy

cock, cum, prick I say the words to myself, I ve heard them all before, I just don't talk that way. My brother is a year older than me and he swears all the time, and his twin sister, I just don't, seems so, so naughty.

"maybe, Ok I will try it once but I don't want touching, will it be like just a guy at a table or in a booth?"

Schoolgirl! I should have brought my own!

he is leaning there in front of me, one palm full of lotion, the bottle in his other hand as I nervously move closer, with my hand out in front of me I manage to blurt out

"If you give me the lotion I can do it myself"

I have one arm covering me as the other reaches out and our eyes lock for a moment, he is smiling at me knowingly.

think customer Amy

"You can watch me do it, if that is what you want" it moved, it twitched as I spoke his thing - cock - definately moved in his pants, and he knows I noticed.

"I will rub it all over my.......all over my breasts" I tell him with a soft voice it moved again I feel suddenly like I have some power here.

I can sense him thinking, his eyes flicker to his lotion filled palm, then back to me.

"I am sure you will find somewhere to put the lotion you have already poured - it smells expensive you wouldn't want to waste it" My eyes are on his as I speak.

I can't believe I said that

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ed White:

"Maybe, Ok I will try it once, but I don't want touching. Will it be like just a guy at a table or in a booth?"

"You'll dance on one of the small stages for a couple of songs and then, if someone wants to pay for it, you'll do private dances at a back table or booth Amy.
"If you don't want them to touch you then tell them so and stay back just a bit."

"If you give me the lotion I can do it myself," she says shyly.

"Oh I suspect that you can, but I can too and after all do remember what I said about getting used to being touched so you don't over react out in the club or when you may be brushed against as you walk around in your robe out there between numbers.

"You can watch me do it, if that is what you want." It moved, it twitched as I spoke his thing - cock - definately moved in his pants, and he knows I noticed.

"Well I'm sure that you could Amy. Why don't I smear what's in my hand onto your hand then you can do it yourself," he smiles knowing she's seen his cock twitch and start to grow hard again.

"I will rub it all over my.......all over my breasts" I tell him with a soft voice it moved again I feel suddenly like I have some power here.

"Okay baby as soon as I've spread what I already have in my hand on your hand then you take over. How's that Amy?
"Oh and not just your breasts or tits or boobs either. You've got to get used to hearing and saying that too Amy as well as pussy if you plan on talking dirty to them, right Amy.
"You also need to mositurize your butt or ass and your tummy and thighs too."

"I am sure you will find somewhere to put the lotion you have already poured - it smells expensive you wouldn't want to waste it," my eyes are on his as I speak.

"Oh and where would that be Amy," Ed asks speculatively with a grin on his lips and in his eyes.

"Oh and do you want to trim that patch of hair short or want me to do it.
"I even shave some of the girls because they say I do it closer so it lasts longer and do a better job than they do too. Again it's up to you, but it needs to be trimmed either way," he says as he leans backward and takes a pair of haircutting scissors from a desk drawer and lays them on the desktop.

 

[Vikingboy]

Frambois?

OOC: Sorry, but Frambois, your mailbox is full... I'm ok with what you told me

V-boy, aka Tucker

 

[ozme52]

OOC: ditto Frambois. I subsequently said not to worry about it. Let's go with it and rely on our well developed "suspension of disbelief." LOL

But since you asked, you set my age in the opening post. My 40th birthday is coming up.

I've done a slight revision of my previous posting to include my boy Tucker.

And now back to our regularly scheduled show.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Frambois, PM mailbox is still full. Edited my last post. Please read the amendments.

 

[Frambois]

Amy

OOC: sorry about the mail box!

IC:
On impulse I reach out, he seems surprised when I take the bottle.

"No sir, I really do think I can handle it myself, you can watch or get my outfit ready, I like the brides outfit"

my eyes look towards the short, white flared brides dress, it has a very low top almost like a basque. The manequin is wearing white stockings and a garter peeps through the split in the side of the skirt.

I realize I am standing there naked, apart from my heeled shoes, legs apart now in quite a defiant pose as I pour lotion into the palm of my hand. Placing the bottle on a table I rub my hands together.

My right hand moves to carress the side of my left breast with my fingertips, smoothing the lotion into the thin red line along the side and under my armpit as I raise my arm, then the other side and I feel the weight of my breast on each arm as I reach around.

The liquid feels cool on my warm skin and spreads easily, the perfume delicate and somehow relaxing.

Behind him on the wall I see an advert for 'Venetian Masque Parties' - couples can wear masks and be served by a masked waitress - NO ONE NEED KNOW - it proclaims.

Watching his eyes as I cup both breasts smoothing the cool, silky cream over my nipples, my skin feels so soft and smooth as I stroke myself, I shiver a little with the sensitivity of my swollen nipples, round pink caps with the centre slightly raised and hard, as my fingers touch each one.

His eyes follow my hands as I smooth the lotion down over myself, over my flat tummy, fingers apart, hands flat, spreading out over my hips and down my outer thighs before drawing my hands together between my open thighs.

I seem to be pushing my crotch at him, upperbody leaning and hips pushed forward as I draw my fingers back up to my hair covered mound and let them run across my lips, fingers meeting between my legs, I have to stop myself dipping into the opening as I remember the last time I moisturised.

The house this morning, normal, my mind drifts as I try to think what my family are doing now as their sweet innocent little girl is doing this in front of a stranger, daddy so embarrassed earlier at seeing me half dressed, Mommy saying my bra was too tight, top too revelaing!would they believe it? no way!

god! I am so wet, I am again shocked by the reaction of my own body, no matter how hard I try, I get more aroused.

I soft gasp escapes me as I touch myself there, and look to see if he noticed.

"I'll trim myself if you can lend me a razor, and.........."

oh my god! is that real!?

"Don't stop Amy, you are doing just fine"

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen

OOC: Karen - Hank's wife; Amy, Lisa, & Tucker's mother
39 years old
Lots of exercise and sex have allowed Karen to maintain an hourglass figure - 36D-26-36
Karen is dark complected, dark haired, dark eyed.
Karen is a bit of an exhibitionist and loves semi-public sex.

IC: Karen anxiously waited Hank's arrival. Tonight was their night to celebrate. While tomorrow was officially Hank's birthday, tonight was the night the two of them would have some fun.

Karen had arranged for a "Venetian Masque Party" for Hank at the Naughty Lady. When she had talked to Ed she had asked for a pretty, "naughty lady." Ed had assured her that he had the perfect girl for the party.

Karen was looking forward to the party. She wanted to watch her husband as he was teased and possilby even pleased by a younger girl. Karen even wondered if she might get to play as well.

Karen hoped Hank would be home soon. She was already dressed, or "undressed", for the surprise. She wore a short black leather skirt with a red silk blouse with the first three button undone to expose the tops of her breasts. Her breasts were supported by a black quarter-cup bra, leaving her nipples uncovered. She wanted everyone to see when the hardened with her excitement.

Karen completed her ensemble with black "fuck-me" pumps and red fish-net stockings, supported with a black garter belt. while some women loved pantyhose, Karen detested them. She much preferred the sexy feel and look of a garter belt and stockings. This also permitted her to go without panties, as she did this evening.

Karen looked at herself in the mirror and thought she looked pretty hot. Ed might offer her a job. She smiled as she thought about such a possibilty. She was certain she could tease and please men. Even at 39, Karen was hot. And she knew it.

Her salacious thoughts were interupted with the sound of a car pulling into the drive. She hoped it was Hank.

 

[ozme52]

Hank

Hank pulled his briefcase from the trunk and 'clicked' the locks shut with his key fob as he strolled to the front door.

He was wondering if Karen was home. Hank had finished running his planned errands and it was still early. He certainly hoped so. He tested the front door and it was unlocked. Hank smiled, mentally pumping his fist.... Yes!!!

He opened the door and tossed the briefcase and keys onto the nearby bureau.

"I'm home!!"

 

[Frambois]

Amy

He looks so powerful now, his voice so commanding, through the door the sounds of the club getting ready for the evening.

I do as he says, my hands slowly squeezing my mound then running back over my tummy to my breasts.

He approaches me, my eyes are fixed on it, I fall back against a chair, legs parted, I am barely aware aware of my hand reaching out and taking the razor he offers, opened and shiny with a horn handle.

He stands over me, his slippery hand moving slowly along his, as I carefully move the blade, hear the hairs being cut, feel the tingle in my soft skin as little by little I remove the gingery blond covering of my mound.

I have to open my thighs wider and hold my mound, slippery with the lotion, with left hand whilst shaving with the other. It feels strange to try to grip my curls, moist with lotion and.....

I can feel his eyes penetrate the slippery, pink wetness of my body as I open under the movement and pressure.

I steal glances at him, can't help myself, he looks so frightening now, like this.

Daddy would be so angry with me - showing myself like this, exposing myself
I remember him at the pool, my new pink bikini, his cheeks flushed as I caught him looking in a strange way, his eyes resting on me, trying to look at my face but dropping to my chest, trying so hard not to look, so funny and strange.
And today in the bathroom, I was sure I had closed the door, but then it was open with him standing there, I did not hear the handle a knock or anything

 

[Frambois]

Amy

I can feel eyes on me as I move through the bar area, they feel almost as real as hands touching me, The looks from the other girls even more searching than those of the male customers. As I pass a group of three men I feel a hand on my upper thigh, as a chorus of Da Da De Da, DaA Da De Da is murmered appreciatively.

The brides outfit is a little tight, pinched at the waist, my legs seem so long from the high white shoes to my almost bare bottom, the top of my thighs bare above the white shear stocking tops.
Ed had insisted that he place the garter in position, his hand brushing my newly shaven mound through the silk of the panties.

All the time advising me, crudely, of what I should do, and not do, and what the bouncers did to guys who broke the rules.

He had been so nice Daddy's face fatherly almost as he had helped me dress, letting me shower first in his own bathroom, so smooth, my fingers had so wanted to make myself O, but I knew he was peeping ready for my first appointment in the booth at the rear that I could just make out in the dim light of the club.

A man, I was told youngish' was waiting there drinking as I made my way through.

"tell them to fuck off" a girl in a white bikini advised, as I struggled to pass the group singing 'Here comes the Bride", but they let me pass, I could hear there comments as I brushed past and felt myself blush.

Pausing outside the booth I see that the area the girl 'performs' is visible to the club, the man cannot be seen though. Taking a deep breath, and enter.

 

[Vikingboy]

Tucker

Tucker saw the girl in the bride's outfit and almost came on the spot. "Damn, she's fucking perfect." His one over-riding fantasy was a girl the age & build of his kid sister Ami. She was his absolute wet dream.

He'd caught a glimpse of her once or twice, in her underwear and her bikini bottoms...no top. He had only had the briefest glimpse of her perfect tits that time, and he'd gotten so hard, he'd jerked off twice in a row and STILL been hard for Cheryl, his ex. His sister became his personal sex fantasy from that minute on... He'd tried to see her naked and had succeeded once, when she was just getting out of the shower....

If this girl could dance and get him hard as Ami's image did, he'd tip her a fucking fortune. He signaled his waitress over and inquired how he could get a booth dance or more. He slipped the waitress a 20 and she smiled. "Just slip into booth # 1 and I'll set you up, sexy," she whispered.

Tucker moved into booth # 1 and noticed that while the dancer would be visible, he wouldn't. He sipped his beer and relaxed. This could be lots of fun....

Then she entered, looking really nervous. He smiled and said, "Hi, sweetie, what's your name?" He put a 20 on the stage to coax her on.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ed White & Bartender:

Once Amy's dressed in her bride's outfit and gone out for her first set Ed picks up the phone and uses it's intercomm function to call the bar.

"Okay, one new girl's just been hired. Keep an eye on her and send in the next one looking for a job here."

"Will do bossman."


The bartender walks over to the bar where she sitting and says, "The boss is free now. His name's Ed White.
"You'll find him through the door where the bride just walked out at the last door in the hallway."

 

[Frambois]

Amy

The mask seems too tight, it tickles and stops me seeing anything that is not right in front of me, but it does seem protective, I could never have walked across the bar wearing so little without it. I can still feel the touch of the strangers hand on my inner thigh, and the hot stale breath of his companions as they pressed up against me.

Turning to the table, my head is bowed nervously, the customer is sitting back in a curved leather booth chair, it is big enough for two or three three! imagine three! he is in the middle, leaning back with his legs outstretched.

The back of the chair is high with ornate woodwork, to oneside I can see back past other booths into the bar where several men are looking my way, laughing together and pointing my way. I don't know if I can do this

"Hi, sweetie, what's your name?" Name! his voice sounds vaguely as I try to think of a name,

"Amy" I finally wisper simply not able to think of a name that I could say outloud.now what?

Looking towards the next booth there is a tall black girl in a leapard skin outfit, she is moving in time to the music, she has shiny skin, her breasts capped with amazingly long black nipples, she is squeezing them, now turning away from the guy and arching her back, long legs apart, shiny black bottom raised.

Ok, slow and sexy, earn the tip

I start to try to pick up the music, its a slow, sexy Madonna track, and I try to pose like a bride, raising my arms, head high, haughty. Moving around the small space as if on the arm of a handsome prince.

With my back to him I do a bow to an imaginary audience, actually it's a real one and I get a whistle from the guys at the bar, and an long gasp from the one behind me as he sees up my short white dress.

 

[Vikingboy]

Tucker

"Amy" Her whispered reply made my cock lurch in my jeans. How did she know? I thought. Yes, she could be a twin to my sister, but it had to be a coincidence, cuz my virginal baby sis would never be caght dead even looking at a place like this. She was so different from me or Dad or my twin or even Mom.......

Mom...the time she walked in while I was jerking off. She just smiled, licked her lips, and walked out again.....

I came back from my reverie and saw my bride bowing to the crowd, her ass cheeks fully exposed to my view under that obscenely short dress. Hell, I knew the rules, and that the bouncers could probably beat me senseless if I touched her. But there was no rule against talking and against touching myself.

"Amy, sweetie, turn around and let me see the rest of you...." I said, urging her. When she turned, her face was flushed. I had one hand holding a 50 and the other resting on the 10" bulge in my jeans, lightly stroking it. "Would you help me take care of this problem I have, Amy love? There's more wher this came from..." I whispered as she came closer.

I saw her glance toward the curtained booth entrance...no motion there. I knew that bouncers wouldn't come running unless she screamed. What she did in here was her business, as long as the boss got his cut. And anyway, this was too close to my fantasy of taking my sweet innocent sister as my lover... teaching her the things I'd learned at home.....

 

[Frambois]

Amy

"Amy" that voice, familiar and yet strange as I move, dance for him I can feel my breasts lifting up in the tight bodice, its a little small for me and lifting my arms has almost lifted me out of the top.

"Amy, sweetie, turn around and let me see the rest of you...."

I allow my hand to take the hem of my dress and lift it as I turn, the bareness of the top of my thighs visible, I know the panties are shear but am not sure how much is visible to him, the skirt has a zipper at the back and I lean towards him and reach back for it, my breasts two big creamy mounds above the basque as I pull the zip down.

"Would you help me take care of this problem I have, Amy love? There's more wher this came from..."

thats big! as Ilean towards him, and the zipper goes down I see him stroke himself, the shape clear in his pants, long and thick,

wow! so much! he has placed a $50 on the table.

"no touching sir, look but no touching your bride" I lean forward further to wisper to him, hearing his sigh as my cleavage moves past his face as Turn and start to push the skirt over my hips and let it fall to the floor.

Standing there, back arched, my bare bottom exposed to his view, just the thin white string between my cheeks. Arms up positioned as Ed showed me as I turn slowly, chest thrust out, the basque barely covering my nipples and just the thin silk of the panties covering my newly shaven mound.

this is getting easier, don't like it but easier the men at the bar are still watching, talking with two of the girls, arms around them.

 

[sexyeyes62]

Lola

"The boss is free now. His name's Ed White.
"You'll find him through the door where the bride just walked out at the last door in the hallway."


Liz Looked back to the doors where the bride just walked out with a sigh . " You got to be kidding ... Costumes" She thought this was a class joint. Or as classy as one could get for a place like this, it had a good rep on the strip as far as clubs went. She shook her head the took a long pull of that drink she had been drinking, set it to the table and lifted of the bar stool smiled to the bartender." Thanks sweetie".

Both hands lifted to tweak each nipple to a harden nub as she shook that mane and licked her lips walking to the door with a sly grin over her lips. One high heeled foot crossed over the other causing those hips to roll and shift in a rather seductive manor as she pushed her hand out to open the door. that she was told was the managers office stepping inside.

There he sat, at the desk monitoring the bar on some screen. Looks like he had the bride on one of them, but she was not sure. She let the door close behind her as she walked in a bit more and smiled. A hand to the door frame and one to her hip she had shifted to the right definitely striking a pose of sorts to gain his attention." Good afternoon Mr. White, I'm here fro the job. I was told you can see me now. I'm Lola De'Barge.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Ed White:

"Hello, come on it and take a seat," he says as he pivots the office chair so it faces the door, "and I'm Ed White. If you're driver's license say Lola De'Barge I'll give you fifty dollars and if it doesn't you do anything I want for the next hour.

"Is it a bet," he grins across the desk at her as he eyes travel over her body then back to her eyes with a twinkle in his.

 

[Frambois]

Amy

I can see his eyes sparkle in the flickering artifical candlelight, as face him and step out of the skirt, the dance is supposed to last 15 minutes how do i know how long? what if I end up naked with ages to go? or take too long?

I use my hands to stroke my breasts and cup them, present ing my cleavage to him, chin up, legs apart my hips swaying, then kind of thrust towards him with my hips and raise one foot onto the stool next to the table, the light falling on the shear front of my panties.

I can hear his breathing heavy, his hand is on his zip and I look anxiously at the curtain, one man is still glancing over the others have gone with girls.

Holding the position with one leg raised I reach behind to start unclipping the basque, as he leans forward for a closer look.

 

[sexyeyes62]

lola

"And I'm Ed White. If you're driver's license say Lola De'Barge I'll give you fifty dollars and if it doesn't you do anything I want for the next hour.

"Is it a bet,"

She smirked and movd over to the desk a slow yet steady stance then lowering down to the seat in one graceful motion. Still not a word only a look of arrogance mixed with confidence in those sea green eyes of hers. She said not a word then lowered her hand into the back pocket of that leather mini skirt and lifted out her license ,held it between two fingers and handed it to him. Yet suddenly pulled it back and leaned over closer.

"How about I get fifty bucks and I get double the weeks pay the frist two weeks . If it dose" She winked back at him handing over the license over that did say Lola De'Barge. She had it made when she was a danced way back when a second identity . Yea it was fake but it kept her real name free and clear, an she would us it to chash cheeks and stuff comepleat with fak Socical security careds and all. she was no hick form the swamps in Mississippi .she sat back with a smug look on her face and crossed one slender leg over the other waiting.

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen

Karen ran to her husband, practically tackling him. She kissed him deeply.

"Happy Birthday, Baby. You nned to get ready, Honey, because I have a night of fun planned for you."

Karen noticed the hungry look in her husband's eyes. She knew her choose of clothing met with his approval. She knew Hank wanted her, lusted for her. She was tempted to give him a hot fuck right there in the living room, but for tonight she wanted him to be horny. She'd satisfy any and all of his sexual needs later.

"You can shower and change. Wear something comfortable, but something that shows just how hot and hunky you are. I'm taking you somewhere special for dinner. And I'm not going to tell you where, so don't ask. It's a surprise, but one I'm sure you will enjoy. Now get going."

Karen quickly kissed Hank once again, then shoved him toward the stairs.

 

[KHAN-E]

Karen

As soon as Hank is out of the room, Karen goes to the phone to call the Naughty Lady to confirm the reservation. It would be terrible for things to fall apart now.

Just thinking of the Hank and her being served by a delightful and delicious young lady has Karen hot. She hopes everything will go as planned. She is sure Hank will enjoy himself.

"Why don't they answer the phone?" Karen thinks with some degree of annoyance.

Finally someone does answer. She asks to speak to the manager. She can hear the rock and roll music over the telephone, the bass thumping even through the phone lines.

After a few minutes she hears the voice of the man she had spoken with earlier, Ed.

"Hello, sir. This is Karen Tucker. I called earlier in the week about a Venetian Masque Party for my husband and I tonight. I just wanted to make sure everything was set."

 

[Frambois]

Amy

his hand is in his pants! what do I do? I will look so silly if I call out in fright on my first attempt, and I am scared of falling over on these high heels.

I can still feel the strange stretching in the back of my legs as I walked across the bar, the heels make you feel so tall, change the way you walk and everything, the last time I wore tshoes like this was dressing up as a kid.

stay still, don't be scared I hold my position, one foot on the stool, my other knee turned out as I unclip the basque, as it pops open at the back I feel my body expand in relief and cool air run around my midrift.

Time seems to stand still as my hands move, one just gravitates to my upper thigh, fingers touching the silk of my panties, the other holds the basque to me at the front - the only thing that is stopping it falling to the floor.

they are soaking! my panties are soaking, moulded to my body, he must be able to see everything.

God no!in the instant that I realise that the silk of the panties is soaking wet, the guy leans forward in the booth for a better look and I freeze in shock. no way, no way my mind shouts out but my open lips are silent.

you have to get out of this somehow