Chapter One Hundred Twenty Seven

I Take Life With a Grain of Salt – and Some Lemons and A Shot of Tequila

“Where you go nasty girl?” I had stumbled off of the bicycle that had been impaling me and was working my way through a small crowd of older men when I heard a woman calling me in a stilted Russian accent. “Nasty girl, come here!”

I spun around still naked and completely wet from the 10 minute fucking I had just received by the exercise bike dildo. I really need you to picture spinning multi-colored lights, the smell of stale beer and tobacco mixed with dancer’s body spray and the sound of loud rock and roll or dance music in order to get some idea of the frenetic, chaotic seeming feeling I had in this club.

It wasn’t busy but all the lights and music and just the sheer size of the room – made it seem like something was happening.

“You know nothing? Want big fine then walk away!” she insisted. Her name was Dominika and she had soft blonde hair like Angel’s little sister but cut short with bangs which were falling around her pale face. She was wearing a white leather slutty cowgirl bra-top and matching chaps with a lacy red pair of panties – she looked like a professional dancer with her shit together.

I felt like a mouse whose tail she had caught with her 4 inch stiletto heels as she looked at me with disdain. “Clean it – you want me sit on you pussy juices? You pay me for that.”

She obviously wanted me to clean off the dildo I had sat on but I was already done and had wobbled off the table to get down and almost fell on my ass. I had already had a couple strong drinks but I didn’t feel drunk – the station was just really high off the ground and on a precarious kind of perch.

I shrugged and climbed up the side of the bike – almost scraping my boobs on the bicycle chain. I felt two guys below me “volunteer” to hold me up by my bare ass cheeks as I cleaned the rubber schlong that replaced the woman’s bicycle seat.

I opened my mouth and began to slurp it clean when I heard laughter – loudest of all was Dominika.

“Nasty girl! Why you no clean with soap and rag? You think your dirty mouth is going to be clean enough for ME?” she pointed to a cubby hole that contained some lube, soap and a white rag. It was so dark and smoky inside the Landing Strip and with all the loud music playing – I had simply missed it.

I felt very embarrassed but I could not reach the soap dispenser from where I was hanging. As I shimmied my way back down I found myself balancing on one of the tables – nearly sending a few of the patrons drinks flying off the table.

“What you name is?” Dominika regarded me with a huff.

I was so nervous I almost said Ellen but even here at the Landing Strip – we were playing roles just like at the pool and I said “Mystique, Ma’am.”

“Mystique?” she scrunched up her lips in confusion as if she smelled something awful, “More like Mistake!” she laughed and had several of my previous patrons laughing at me. She told me I had already cut into her time and was costing her money. “Go now! You go other station – put clothes on between station, Miss Steak!”

She shook her hands with the universal “get out of here” wave of her fingers and then proceeded to step around to the other side of the bike where a ladder had been placed and climbed right on to the bike. She moved her panties slightly “Who want see? Five dollars – you want see special show?” she goaded the customers into putting money in the machine as I quickly threw my clothes on. “Not so fast! You put money in too fast – do not rip this material. It is very nice. I buy from special place. You do not have this place in America – only in Ukraine – made by smallest hand of children in sweat shop.”

The Leaner even abandoned me in order to watch Dominika’s performance. I had to get used to the idea of ‘rejection’ at the swimming pool. I had learned there were times when a guy would prefer an older woman or even a heavy-set woman like Daisy and I was not supposed to take it personally, but sometimes when a guy clearly picked someone else I have to admit it didn’t hurt. It actually made me feel competitive with her on some level– like I wanted to try even harder to convince him.

The big difference with the pool is we were all in on this together and going to split our earnings. Here at the Landing Strip the other girls seem so prepared and streetwise and they were all out for themselves only.

A balding man with a t-shirt that read “It’s not a bald spot – it’s a solar panel for a sex machine,” smiled at me as if taking pity on me. He ushered me over to what I could only assume was station #2 – there were no girls on it.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said quietly.

“Wow, I like that – I noticed you were checking out the shirt,” he smiled and told me his grandson had picked it out for him.

“I noticed you were checking out the tits,” I smiled flirtatiously – hoping this man in his late fifties smiled back. It lifted my spirits that he seemed to like that.

This time I saw the cubby-hole with the soap and lube and the ladder but I was surprised to see the station was very different. There were two rings hanging from the ceiling by canvas style cords and a slender metallic trapeze bar like they used in the circus. I understood how to sit on it but underneath was an eighteen inch black dildo! It started out small and then about three inches down became the size of a nice round cock and at the eight or nine inch mark it was at its widest point – easily much bigger than any cock I had had inside of me.

“You think your ass can take that entire thing?” the man in the t-shirt smiled at me with a daring look on his face. The station accepted tokens and it looked like the more you put in – the deeper it would go.

My eyes popped wide open in amazement causing him to laugh and me to blush. I told him, “I think if you let me lube up – I could probably take the middle part, Sir?

I was already undressing – this time I left my top on and took the bottoms off. I would have expected them to rip if I tried to pull them to the side like Dominika did on the previous machine.

“You can take way more than that – all the girls take it all the way to the base!” he said.

I began to suspect that each machine must get progressively harder as I lubed up my ass with an industrial grade “sex-lube” from a red tub next to the soap dispenser. These girls must be well practiced – more so than me. I decided I would try it and wrapped my wrists into the two gymnastic style rings hanging for support. I hadn’t done gymnastics like this since I was eleven years old.

It wasn’t hard after a day of wearing a butt plug and having my ass played with. Once I climbed onto the trapeze, I maneuvered my ass over the dildo and once it was aligned with my butthole, I sat down on it to try and squeeze the tip in between my cheeks and through my tight sphincter. I slid down slightly and that made the man quite happy. He sat down at the table underneath the station and encouraged me while he fed it with tokens.

“WOW!” he smiled up at me as the dildo began slowly driving itself deeper into my asshole and it forced my legs apart – so that my pussy was spread and fully exposed. I couldn’t sit on it without leaving my legs apart.

“The girls tend to try to do gymnastics – you won’t fall now,” he smirked. “You can hang off the trapeze and…” he stopped and asked if I was taking it up the ass.

“Yes sir – you asked if my ass could handle it?” I became instantly aware he had meant that as a figure of speech but he stood up and tucked a ten dollar bill into my shoes when my feet hung down around his face. He called over some other men “Look at what the new girl is doing!”

I had taken cock in my ass several times in the last week and the first stage of the dildo was snug but nothing to make me squirm. I couldn’t close my legs as I sat on the plug though and slid down slowly – and I knew they were looking into my pussy as I inched my way down towards them.

The dildo worked a bit like a carousel ride – slowly dropping you to eye level and then lifting you up again every minute or two. There were six men by the time I had dropped all the way to eye level, ready to tip me in my bra-top and feel me up as they watched my ass bouncing on that rubber cock.

“You rock,” t-shirt man actually sniffed my pussy and noted I smelled like grapefruit. “What kind of body spray is that?” he acted as if this were a perfectly normal question to have with a girl being dropped naked on a metal pole with her pussy splayed wide for the entire club to see.

“I am not sure – just whatever they had back there, Sir,” I smiled demurely – trying to keep it together as the second tier of the rubber dildo began to make its way up my ass and lift me at the same time.

“Whatever they had back there,” he shook his head reverently “That’s my favorite scent!” he teased as my eyes widened as my asshole did likewise to accept the ever growing cock up my ass. The dildo didn’t fuck at a regular pace in and out like the last one did– but rather it lifted me up and down like I was a piece of pussy meat hanging from a conveyor belt.

“I think she is starting to feel it guys!” I heard laughter from what looked like mostly biker types as they commented and judged my body. Some of them saying how they liked my pussy and others how they wanted to see my tits – talking about me as if I were a prize horse for auction and wasn’t listening. Some of them even talked about my teeth and the shape of my eyes as if judging and comparing me to other girls.

Once I came to the top I couldn’t stop myself from having an ejaculatory orgasm. It didn’t actually matter that the dildo wasn’t fucking in and out of me – the weight, pressure and tug of the plug on top of the intensely humiliating exposure was touching an invisible g-spot. My legs were already parted as I began to spray- my entire pussy opened up and began to rain down cummy juices between my open legs and onto the nearest men in front of me as the dildo forged its path slowly further into my ass. I was getting reamed and there was nothing I could have done to slide off, even if I knew how – the force of the pole was driving me ever up to the ceiling.

“IS she pissing?” I heard someone shout in dismay as I rained down girly juices uncontrollably and shook. A few of the customers left but not t-shirt man. He knew I was having a massive orgasm and he watched as I undulated and jerked wildly for him while waiting to give me another tip.

“You ready for the base?” he sounded excited but I could barely acknowledge him – my chest was heaving and my pussy pulsing.

“You going to be able to handle the rest?” he asked again as I huffed and puffed. I could already feel the plug stretching my asshole further than ever before. It felt like it was tearing me apart from the inside. My Aunt Crystal had given me advice on how to take a cock down my throat – I clung to what I had learned and relaxed my ass muscles just like I had with my throat muscles.

It wasn’t easy because my pussy was undulating beyond my control – opening and closing while my leg dripped with my own sticky cum. I turned off my brain and just let it happen – the plug was going in whether I wanted it to or not. I slid down what felt like two inches onto the bottom tier but was probably much less.

I had four more minutes of this thing being rammed up my ass but once it was firmly lodged up my ass the orgasm passed and I was able to even smile and accept tips from the men. I removed my top and let it drop beneath me as I ventured a few tricks. I let my bottom drop slightly as I lifted both feet up in the air pointing my toes towards the dirty air conditioning vents.

He handed over more money saying “Money can’t buy happiness – but it sure can buy some titty dances!” when my ass dipped low enough for him to attach another tip. The problem with dancing naked is there aren’t many places for money and more than a few of them tried to stick it in my pussy!

I could only do seated ring motions as I was seriously glued to the plug up my ass. I quietly laughed to myself picturing my brother pointing his finger up at me and pretending I was in trouble for playing around up here. “You get down here right now – someone is going to spank you for this!” and I’d have to pretend not to be sorry that I got off while I pleasured myself on the trapeze bar.

It was funny I was thinking about the pool. I should have been planning to get the fuck out of the Buckman and back to Cherry Lawn but I found myself wondering what would happen if they installed stations down at the pool. The girls that hung out there in skimpy bikinis that weren’t even part of our operation might climb and play on them like they were jungle gym equipment I mused!

I pictured Mark’s sister – the forty-something blonde named Jo-Ann down at the pool with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth as she rocked back and forth to please herself begging for it to get higher.

The result was a second screaming orgasm – this time I couldn’t help myself from yelping “Oh, Oh, Oh!” as I began to play with my pussy without realizing it. I had my eyes closed and I let myself go buck wild to full release.

I had a relieved smile right until the ride stopped at the bottom of the table and instead of applauding strip club patrons there stood Dominika, Candy and Skinny – all with their arms folded.

“You mind telling me what the fuck you are doing, Birdie?” Skinny demanded I get off the station immediately.

“Birdie? This Miss Steak!” Dominika corrected while putting me down.

“I thought it was Miss Stink!” Candy scrunched up her nose at me and joined in mocking me.

“I am sorry sir – I changed my dancing name to Mystique,” I explained.

“I don’t give a fuck if you changed it to Ayatollah Khomeni – you ought to be called Twinkle Toes because those big clod hopper high heels of yours are knocking over beers. You realize I have to replace any you knock over, right?” he asked.

“Sorry Sir,” I found myself expecting a spanking as I reached for my ass and felt the plug – almost preferring it to being put on the spot in front of the few remaining customers watching my performance.

“You ride station with ass hole! You ARE ass hole,” Dominika sneered. I didn’t see why she was so angry until she explained, “Now when Dominika do station – she has to do like you or the other men are not impressed. They say we see what you do with your pussy – now you make this very hard on Dominika!”

I was having a very hard time pulling myself off the plug and the other two girls weren’t helping.

“I suggest you stop making a fool of yourself up in here,” Candy suggested. I observed again that she reminded me of the actress Emma Stone – not necessarily just because of her candy red dyed hair but because she was fantastic at expressions that tended to run the gamut between lemony sarcasm and giggling sarcasm and how she would huff the hair out of her eye with an exasperated look.

I wanted to say something but I thought she’d probably laugh at me for thinking about something as silly as that – I was so completely out of my element away from the swimming pool where I had built up the courage to just say things and put them out there.

It was taking all of my courage to pass for a stripper – if only most of these guys really knew I was a scared high school girl just jiggling her tits for a chance to get the fuck out of this crazy inbred town.

“You like taking it up the butt?” Candy asked bluntly adding that Pea-Pod would love me. “He wants it up the ass every single fucking night – I told him after the day I had on my front lawn he will be lucky if he gets anything at all!” She still didn’t seem to realize she was going home with us after the club closed.

It took me some effort but I heard a satisfying pop as my butt cleared the thickest part of the dildo and then it wasn’t that hard to glide off the other two tiers. I smiled gingerly at her, not knowing what to say about my mistake – my ass was still hurting from the fucking I had just given myself.

“You sure do seem to take being put out on the lawn with a grain of salt?” I finally said as I cleaned myself off.

“Yeah, I take everything with a grain of salt,” she held up a shot glass she had taken from the bar and downed it. “A grain of salt, some lemon and a shot of tequila – you should too!” she grinned impishly.

A guy at the bar yelled at her for taking the shot that apparently belonged to him but she told him, “Blow it out your ass Oscar or I will tell everyone what you like to do in the champagne room,” she chided him playfully but he apparently let the matter drop.

She handed me another shot glass and expected me to down it.

I wanted to understand how she could be so flippant and casual about her experiences today but she kept calling me a little baby. “We don’t make Vodka Cosmopolitans with a slice of orange or whatever law-dee-daw drinks you richy-rich snobs drink up in Cherry Lawn Hills…”

I had to yell over the music for her to hear me as I downed the shot “Cherry Lawn Estates!”

“It don’t matter to me where you is from,” Candy’s face looked a little blurry and my throat burned but I was still feeling relatively sober. I barely heard her say something like, “Oh shit, boss man is coming – better look busy,” as she blended in to start talking to some customers leaving me standing alone.

I felt the tap of Skinny with Dominika standing right next to him – her nose turned up at me.

“You have been late at your stations, forgot to clean your last station, rode this one with your ass,” Skinny shook his head as he added up numbers on the clipboard he was carrying, “and I understand from Oscar you stole his drink?”

“I am sorry Sir, I really didn’t mean to…” I started to explain but Skinny cut me off.

“You didn’t mean to steal a drink that didn’t belong to you? I would expect some of these bad habits from our regular girls – but honey child, this is your first night on the job,” Skinny looked half-impressed with my audacity but there was definite scorn in his voice. “Look here - I am trying to cut you some slack but you have to step things up – this is a quality Gentleman’s Club we are running!”

I was still cleaning the dildo when Dominika could give me her Russian evil eye. “Yes Sir – I’ll try to do better,” I promised.

“You better - you know most strippers come to dance here and disappoint their fathers but you come to dance here and disappoint your manager, girl.” I got the impression with how well polished his joke was that I wasn’t the first one he said that too.

I slipped back into my stripper outfit– still feeling wobbly from the liquor and the sensations between my legs after the reaming I’d received. They pointed me to the next station and told me not to use my asshole anymore.

“You make other girls have to compete,” Dominika’s words were bitter as she added, “You fuck pole with YOUR ass then customer expect Dominika fuck pole with her ass – not for this kind of tips I don’t.”

I nodded, already turning flush faced, and made my way past ass-pinchers and gawking guys to the next station while some dance music played in the background.

The new station was a “Sybian” – a straight fucking machine you sit on and there was no doubting I was supposed to take my clothes off and let the machine fuck me. It was fairly intuitive – almost like sitting on a guy’s lap and just letting it pound me. It didn’t make me orgasm but it definitely kept me wet when it was running.

Men were seated at a bar around it and only a few put tokens in. I found that it wasn’t that unpleasant but every time it stopped it left me there frustrated and waiting for another token. My nipples ached each time it stopped – as if the world stopped turning and I wanted to keep fucking it.

The guys continued their conversations about football, work, or whatever they were talking about, as if I didn’t exist. I was a mere bar prop for them to glance at every now and then.

I felt like shouting, “Hey guys! Teenage girl – hot, please look! Put one of those little golden tokens in the machine and make me huff and puff for you!” I took my clothes off completely by the five minute mark – silently begging for their attention and the less I received the more I really wanted.

I realized there were clocks placed strategically around the bar for us to figure out when we were supposed to move to the next station. I could barely understand the DJ over the music and was thankful for the clock timer. I noted they didn’t think too much of our intelligence as they were all digital clocks – no need to be able to tell time.

I barely made five dollars at the station, got dressed and cleaned up on time. The thing was – I was actually very turned on by the simple little machine. It was so surreal that I had stripped naked in front of men who were so used to watching girls cycle on and off the machine they barely seemed to notice my orgasms.

“You are doing better,” Dominika was already on my heels. She was ready for her turn on the Sybian. “You didn’t cause fire this time, Miss Stink!” as she undressed completely in front of me as if we were completely alone…

“You don’t have to be so mean, Dominika?” I wasn’t sure why I confronted her – but I had already said it before I had a chance to think about my words.

“I don’t have to be so nice, either!” she dropped her bottoms on the floor and lined up her pussy on the Sybian like she was mounting a throne. “You fly away little birdie,” she dismissed me with a wave of hand. Then she yelled at the men who were barely paying attention, “You watch now – Dominika not fuck herself for nothing,” she complained.

“I’ve been telling you to go fuck yourself for years,” one of the balding men at the table laughed with his friends.

“You hush Oscar – you nasty little man,” Dominika remained haughty and aloof towards him and the guy actually stood and slipped a few dollars into the garter around her leg – the only article of clothing she had on.

“This much? Gee thank you, I can get surgery now for my Grandmother,” Dominika chided him to give her a little more and he actually did.

I started to see the parallels between what these dancers did and what we did at the pool – although I didn’t think most of the girls were as rough around the edges as Dominika, she definitely had a following of guys who seemed to like how she talked to them.

After I was dressed I grabbed my stuff and found my way to the fourth station. This time it was right near the DJ booth and there were two straight nine inch dildos. I swallowed – clearly one was to go up my ass. There couldn’t be any other reason and they were too close together to put one in my mouth. I had already made this mistake before – but I wondered if maybe they were only mad I had fucked myself in the ass at the WRONG station.

Candy had her arm around a younger guy and an older man as she strutted to where I was standing. “Looks like we are gonna be partners,” she smiled at me with that lemony snark straight out of an Emma Stone movie – like the one where she just found out she has to date the geeky boy in order to get straight A’s.

“We do it together, Ma’am?” I could see Candy wasted no time bending over and undressing completely – except her heels. Her pink asshole spread right before me as she showed absolutely no modesty undressing.

I assumed as a stripper – she probably was well over her shyness and insecurities, but then I thought maybe she was just compensating for some of them. The alcohol definitely seemed to help with that.

“Let me show you,” Candy reminded me of how outspoken Savannah could be at times and when she removed my top and helped me undress I heard a few guys cheer as she looked over her shoulder and smiled at them. “There are four sets of stations here – we do crazy eights all night rotating through the stations. They intersect on the fourth station so the girls double-up,” she explained as if this should be completely self-explanatory as she walked me out of my clothes pile on the floor for the benefit of the men watching while she pointed to the tub of lube.

I lathered up my fingers with a copious wad of the white sex-lube from the oversized bucket that was sitting out. Candy stopped me from touching myself “Uh – you do me and I do you?” she said expectantly.

I smiled sheepishly and rubbed her pussy as she played with mine – failing to get that much lube where it really needed to go while twirling my clit with her finger and finger fucking me. “That’s enough – now sit on this dildo,” she pointed to one of the nine inch dongs sticking straight up at the DJ booth as she blew a kiss to her boyfriend.

“Peapod!” She shouted at him again to get his attention, “PEAPOD – I love you!” she shouted and then I heard under her breath, “You skinny little freak,” chuckling to herself and then looking up at me as she sat down on the dildo.

“Get some thin garters, too! Woody has some for sale,” she pointed out that the thin straps on my legs would make it easier for men to tip me. As she got up on the DJ booth she mumbled in a not so quiet voice, “This is why I don’t want Angel working here – I don’t have time to teach you two how to fucking strip,” she whispered with impatience as she lined up the 9 inch dildo with her pussy and began plunging up and down on the huge dildo, fucking herself on it as she faced the crowd of guys cheering for her lewd display. She made sure she faced her freckled, white rump towards her boyfriend. It looked like she was ignoring him – or intentionally trying to make him jealous at times – or both.

I quickly grabbed a couple of garters from Woody and then got up on the DJ table myself and plunged down on the huge dildo myself. The way we had to seat ourselves our knees were spread wide and touching as we fucked ourselves side by side on the dildos. The only thing holding our weight up was our legs, and our legs were so wide that the guys in front of us could see everything as we fucked ourselves on the giant dildos. We got into a rhythm and Candy had us face each other and then hug, smashing our tits together as we stared at each other in the face closely; as we continued to pump the dildos in our pussies. We were putting on quite a show for the guys watching.

It looked like she wanted to kiss me. I could smell vodka and cigarettes on her breath and her eyes begged me to lean in and kiss – which I finally did and several men cheered.

Candy pushed me back slightly and whispered “Don’t make out until they put tokens in the fucking machine or they NEVER will, Miss Steak!”

“How do we know when they...” I almost finished my question before I felt the thrum of the dildo turning inside of me. It wasn’t going in and out – it was definitely twisting and fucking. There were pearls inside that tickled and turned me on in a new and exciting way.

Candy smiled playfully and bit my lip before kissing me. She whispered sweetly in my ear, “See Dummy – that’s why I don’t like having a noob to train. You ask too many questions when you gonna find out how it works anyway,” she was enjoying the fucking she was getting while talking down to me and I could see pleasure dance across her eyes.

“So your reason for not wanting Angel to dance is not that you’d mind making out with her on a pole in front of men – just that you don’t want to answer her dumb questions?” I kissed back and whispered my question in her ear as we both pressed our tits against one another while men told us what to do next to one another.

“Yeah?” Candy found it odd that I would ask such a question. “It’s fucking money – nothing more,” she cooed as her ass dipped and rose on the dildo while it did its job to pleasure the young girl. Candy looked over her shoulder at Pea-Pod and blew him a kiss then shot him a “fuck you” expression before turning her attention back to me – pulling me close and forcing my mouth open with her tongue so she could lick it.

“You can play with my titties,” Candy took the lead and pulled my hands to her nipples so that I would play with them. “It’s cold in here under the vents – they aren’t hard but they are chubby,” she said of her own nipples as she pressed my hands to cup them with a smirk.

I did as I was told and she told me I fumbled around like a 5^th grader trying to play truth or dare in the closet before showing me exactly how she wanted me to tweak her nipples, with hard and steady pinches.

“You know what it’s like growing up with a much hotter younger sister like Angel? She was always the one the boys wanted, even though I was the older one. She was in middle school and my high school boyfriend wanted to fuck her.”

“No Ma’am – I don’t actually know what that is like,” I said as more money was put into the machine.

“Put it in my garter not the machine – half of that goes to the fucking house,” Candy complained to the customer who had just put tokens in the machine, but he walked away.

“Fucker could at least stay and watch,” Candy laughed under her breath as she massaged my tits and suggested he could have brought us both a drink while forgetting my earlier question.

“Stop calling me Ma’am anyway.” She pinched my tits hard causing my mouth to open slightly and then she kissed me for the benefit of the men watching. Her own nipples reminded me of long thin pink eraser heads sticking straight out. I was caressing them and playing while she touched me back. I have to admit it was definitely turning me on – even as vulnerable and exposed as I was. It may have been the fact that I was vulnerable and exposed, and that was what was heightening the excitement – especially because people seemed to act like this was totally normal and walked past us or stood up to tip us a dollar now and then.

“Then stop calling me Miss Steak or Miss Stink,” I suggested without explaining it had become such a force of habit over the last week to call everyone Sir and Ma’am that I no longer even realized I was doing it.

“Fair deal,” she caressed my tits before slapping them playfully and then said, “Here comes Gary – he is a first class cheapskate - watch this,” she smiled slyly at an older man who walked up to tip her.

“A dollar? Oh thanks Gary,” she smiled at him with a patronizing tone I knew all too well.

He didn’t seem to notice or care as he rounded the dancer and stood directly behind looking directly between her ass cheeks.

“You gonna want a dance later, Sugar-boo? she cooed at him – still with an element of skepticism that coated her sales pitch.

“Maybe,” Gary’s answer was hardly a commitment.

“Now Gary – you gonna stand there and stare at my back door and not buy any dances?” Candy removed her hands from my tits – causing me to actually miss their touch as she reached around behind her back and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart for him to see, as she continued fucking herself on the dildo along with me.

“Maybe,” Gary’s answer was exactly the same.

“Get a good look then, Sugar boo,” she was surprisingly generous to a man she clearly didn’t like and who wasn’t going to buy a dance. I was actually confused until he walked away from our station.

“I farted right on him as soon as he got close,” she giggled as she whispered in my ear and then smiled at her Boyfriend who was watching us both. “Kisses Pea-Pod!” she waved at him.

Our song had about a minute left and she returned to playing with my tits – her soft eyes staring directly into mine. She had a trashy kind of allure; and when she wanted, she could seem very vulnerable.

“Have you wondered why your dad traded all of you for a week with Maw-Maw?” I asked while we waited for someone to tip us.

“Nope,” she observed that she hadn’t. I was kind of surprised she hadn’t at least wondered, but then she explained that she knew why. “I think your little brother talked him into dropping the hammer around the house and disciplining us,” she started.

I was about to apologize but she didn’t seem to blame me for that. “The reason is he can’t fuck any of us besides my mom and he can fuck mom when she gets back at the end of the week.”

I was a little confused and asked, “But you said you would make out with your sister so..”

“I’d fuck my dad?” She laughed that was gross and crossed the line and acted like I should know that. “You would fuck your own dad?” she asked.

I was kind of shocked she drew the line any place and almost amused at her until I thought about the question. I spit back a definite no – but couldn’t help the awful visual she had put in my mind.

“Then I don’t see why you think I am such hillbilly trash I’d do my own father if you wouldn’t,” she scrunched her nose at me with a hint of scorn. The song was wrapping up and she was already pulling away from me to slide herself up and off the dildo – leaving her bald, dripping pussy exposed like a split Georgia peach.

“Woo!” Candy hollered and slapped her own ass and looked up at the DJ booth, “Feel’s just like your cock baby!” she shouted. Then she leaned in to me and whispered, “His cock ain’t nothing like this – the one thing I can say about this job is the money sucks, but pumping ass is way better than pumpin’ gas!”

I was getting giddy from all the alcohol, lack of food, and the flashing lights. Loud music was only making it harder for me to concentrate. I suppose that was what they were counting on for the customers and possibly us dancers too!