Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: J Saunders Title: Kims New Experiences Part: 06 Summary: Kim finds her first job boring at first, but soon things pick up and she can hardly stay away (even if she desperately wants to). Keywords: mf, blackmail, humil The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, excerpts may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, non-commercial archive sights. Copyright 2010 by J. Saunders. If you are an editor and wish to publish this story contact me at: jillsconvictions@yahoo.co.uk This and other works may be found here: /files/Authors/Jill/ Introduction: All good things take time, the action does come. Kims New Experiences - Part 7 Rick seems to have taken the bait, he's more focussed on me. I lead the conversation subtly in a work related direction once again by saying that I wonder how many high flyers frequent strip clubs in the city. The big shots at my office seem so much to be on the straight and narrow, perhaps they're watching their reputations. Rick looks contemplative again, but at least this time he looks contemplatively in my direction even if it is down my gaping cleavage. He seems to make up his mind about something and sneers, "The big shots are lower forms of life than many low lifes". He goes on and says, he used to be a so called high flyer not so long ago. Many of the ass licking people in his office were the worst kind of back stabbing, double dealing and even criminal arseholes. Not that he had any illusions at the time that he worked with them, in fact he brags, he kept dossiers on each of the more troublesome ones. Still has them, he could show me proof of what these kind of big shots are really like. The mention of dossiers perks me up greatly, this kind of information would surely more than appease the authorities chasing the bank, assuming he is talking about his previous job with the bank. I must get my hands on these, no need to get Rick to talk about his work which was seeming dangerously unlikely if I can get hold of these dossiers. I pretend to doubt that the big shots at my office would have dubious histories, this seems to provoke Rick which is what I'd hoped for, he mentions the name of one of the public figures that works for my bank and asks if I know of this person. I say that yes I have read business news about him before, surely he couldn't be involved in any dodgy dealings. Rick just smirks at me. I say "Prove it!" Rick says "The stuff I have on him could get me in a lot of trouble too, so I don't think so honey." Just then the DJ comes on the PA and announces that the strip show try outs are about to start, he jokes that anyone wanting to sign up should do so now. At least I assume he's joking given that most of the people in Slims are men. Rick looks me up and down and says, "hey hey, why don't you try out?" "huh? me a stripper, I don't think so" "I bet you'd make an excellent stripper!" Rick persists, "Come on who in here is going to ever recognise you out in your world. This might be your only chance to experience the other side to life, even if only briefly." "I don't think so" I say. Rick insists, "Come on, you'll make them all crazy, they've never seen something as clean as you in here before." Lovely, at least I am "clean" I think to myself. I decide to make a bargain even if it makes me seem a little too personally interested in his past. I say "Ok. I'll try out.. if you show me what you let me in on your supposed `secret and revealing' dossiers. Deal?", I say teasingly, hoping he will take the bait. Rick hesitates, looks slyly at me and says "Ok, deal." and holds out his hand to shake on it. "oh no" I think, "what have I got myself into!". I wont go all the way, I tell myself, I'll just give them a sexy dance and exit the stage as soon as the track ends. We shake on it and I go and speak to the DJ, to my surprise there are several other names on his list, I guess they use the ruse of a try out show to get cheap dancers for a time. I add my name. I go back to the table and see that thankfully a new drink is waiting for me, I thank Rick. I need it and several others to get the courage for this, although I have already probably had too much to drink I think to myself, I must be careful. Three stripers later and my name is called, I watched them very closely to see what I should be doing. It seems spreading my legs as wide as possible, exposing my pussy, plus spreading the lips to give a deep view inside is one of the most popular moves - that I wont be following. Cat calls and whistles accompany me as I mount the stage after a brief word with the DJ about the track choice which ended with him mumbling something incoherent to me. I have pulled up my zip to the top to give me something to show. The music starts with deep, grinding, slow beats, I twirl around the poll, leaning out while hanging onto it and swing around. Then facing away from the crowd I bend over with my legs a little apart. As I bend lower my short black dress rides up my legs, I place my hand over the gap that would have exposed my panties to the crowd. Touching the floor I bob up and down to the beat a few times. Then I pat my covered pussy and give them a flash of my panties as I stand back up again. Back to the poll I sway, standing on one foot facing the crowd, I wrap my right leg around the poll and hug it to my chest while I stretch up its length. Then I press my zip up against it with the crowd on the opposite side. Pushing my boobs to stretch almost around the poll with the dress holding them from enveloping it, I slide my body rhythmically up and down the poll a few times. I then reach my hand up to the top of the tight black dress, and take hold of the zip and look into the crowd. They're all on their feet and cheering raucously now I notice. The feeling is not entirely unpleasant to my surprise, they are after all admiring me, or my body at least so I guess that's not all bad for the ego I think. I make a show of tugging down on the zip without putting any real pressure on it, and then I frown at the crowd. Attempting to pretending that its stuck and vexing me, wondering if anyone will get my act. To my surprise the crowd loves it and shriek for me to "pull harder!!" I tug again, this time allowing the zip to open about an inch and a half, I look up at the crowd again and smile, feigning pleasure at the success of this. "More more" shouts the crowd, badly out of synch with each other. I'm feeling a bit strange, it must be the alcohol I think. I can't deny that I am getting a little aroused with the naughtiness of my act with full public attention trained on me. I tug some more, opening up another 2 inches, the bulging flesh exposed at the top of my tits touches the cool poll, my front is still pressing up against it. My body seems to want my tits to envelope and caress the poll. The shouts fade to the background somehow and I find my mind focussed on the poll. I tug on the zip, sliding it down slowly watching the poll sink into my cleavage as I slide the zip down past the bottom of where my tits hang and down to the end of the zipper, around my belly button. I then reach up and take hold of each tit through the dress and press them round the poll, pushing them together on the other side, with the poll deeply enveloped in mounds of soft flesh. I notice as if in the background the crowd pressing close around the stage. I'm still holding the dress in place covering my nipples and hiding most of the flesh from view. Seemingly as if in a dream, two fingers of each hand move of their own volition and run circles around my nipples that are pressing very stiffly through the fabric. I can feel my pussy is warm and throbbing. The crowd of men looking on in the background look eager for more, very eager. Without any more ceremony I peel back the fabric from my left breast, exposing the rock solid nipple proudly pointing at the crowd. I slide my hand under and rhythmically massage my left breast, causing it to caress the poll more closely. As the sound track starts to fade, I cup my left breast once more, sliding my fingers up to the nipple. I pinch the nipple between index and forefinger and distend it to kiss the right nipple through the fabric that still covers my right breast. I look down at my tits and bite my lip, then back at the crowd once more. Realising my time is almost up according to the song, I half come to my senses. My pussy is so wet by now and I am in such a heightened state of arousal, I'm shocked at myself. I pull back and unwind from the poll, turn my back to the crowd and walk to the back of the stage while putting my left breast back into the dress and zipping up. Then I'm off the stage, the crowd of men parts me and I walk through back to my table with many eyes following me. To be continued.