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This little tale is a work of fictiion. No one in this story is based on anyone in real life. Any apparent references or relationships to real people or events are purely coincidental, and not intentional.

The reader should also recognize that, as everything in this work is fiction, this story is meant for entertainment and amusement. There are many acts described of violence and behavior considered unacceptable by society. No actions are condoned or otherwise sanctioned or encouraged.

Krissie Beavers

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Midas Freshman Part 2

Pink Slipper

Car springs groaned and shocks struggled to counteract the potholes in the dimly lit parking lot. The shops were very run down. The garish pink lights of one low set building did little to enhance the surroundings, merely underscoring the dingy, cheap atmosphere of the strip joint. Medi was checked through the big man at the door. His white collar was frayed and his white cuffs were smudged. The music was as loud as ever. The lighting was as low as ever, with all brightness focused on the stage. A scantily clad young girl was gyrating on the stage. As Medi’s eyes adjusted, he could make out a handful of patrons setting around.

Selecting an empty table about two rows in, Medi sat down. Almost immediately, a girl was there, asking if he wanted a drink. She wore a tight T-shirt, cut low to expose a modest cleavage. And her tight jeans left little to the imagination. He knew, from experience, that these bar maids either weren’t pretty enough or talented enough to be dancers. But they had to dress the way they did to compete with the girls for tips. He ordered beer, knowing it would be wildly overpriced. She put a napkin down on the stained table as she left.

Fingers stroking his arm announced an eager capitalist. He looked up into the face of an obvious bottle blonde with shaggy hair, heavily made up. She was asking him if he wanted a dance. Her golden bikini displayed her slightly overweight condition. DESTINY was having an effect on him. He could feel his cock beginning to harden. He shook her off without a word.

Casting his eyes to the stage, he checked out the dancer. She was also blonde, and her red top was coming off to liberate a fine set of knockers. She was prancing around the stage to the beat of the music, showing off her wares for anyone who cared. His view of the stage was blocked by another girl. She was asking him if he wanted some company. At least she was a redhead. He shock his head and she murmured that she would be back later, when he was ready. He shifted his legs to make room for his manhood in his jeans.

His beer arrived as the dancer on the stage shucked her bottom. Adorned only in hoop earrings and 5 inch fuck me heels, was running her hands over her body in a manner she assumed was alluring. Taking a sip, he surveyed the room. He counted seven other men in the room. Two of them were in some manner of conversation with scantily clad girls. Two men were watching from the same table. The others, like himself, sat alone. He could see three other girls, aside from the one on stage. Two of them had already tried him. The third was readying herself to go on stage.

Blaring, almost incomprehensible words announced the completion of Tamara’s performance, and inviting the house to give her a warm hand. As she picked up her tips the DJ was telling the audience that she was available for special Texas style lap dances. And then he was announcing that the next dancer would be Raven. And the Hispanic girl was bouncing up onto the stage. A feather in her long hair, her suede vest just contained her large breasts. And her suede G-string was cut so low she had to haven shaven before the performance. And her knee high moccasins highlighted her shapely legs.

She strutted and gyrated across the tiny stage. Picking up his beer, he moved to the stage rail, deciding she was the one for tonight. He laid a couple of ones on the stage and she obliged him by coming over and dancing for him. He was eye level with her crotch as she gyrated in front of him. He leaned forward, his tongue out and she artfully backed away from him. He put down a couple of more ones as she unlaced her vest. She played peek-a-boo with her tits, almost showing them and then hiding them again. Just before the song ended, she dropped the vest at the back of the stage, showing her proud breasts for all to see.

A wild second song started and she came over to dance in front of him, again. She began to almost slide her G-string down and then pull it back up. Standing in front of him, she pulled it out and he peeked a look inside. She was shaven. He put down a couple of more ones and she slowly shimmied out of her G-string, baring her pussy. She got down on all fours, facing him. She rubbed her nose against his and then put her arms on his shoulders and pulled his head to her breasts. Hidden by her halo of hair, he kissed one of her breasts. She pulled back from him and crawled over to another customer, who had come up to the stage to enjoy her dance. In the process, she made sure to position herself so her ass was facing him, allowing him a good look at her two holes. She wiggled and jiggled until the dance was over. Medi dropped a five on the stage and returned to his table.

Raven, on all fours, crawled over and scooped up his money. She smiled and winked at him as she stood up and took a quick bow. She traipsed off the stage as one of the blondes strutted out. Medi took another pull of his beer as he watched the black haired girl put her outfit back on. And then she was walking straight to his table, ignoring the entreaties of the other guy at the stage.

“Hi baby. I just wanted to thank you for being so generous.” She was standing beside him, leaning over him, displaying her cleavage for him. She was holding out her hand. “My name is Raven. What’s yours?” He told her it was Medi. At first she did not understand and he had to repeat it. Her hands were stroking his arm.

She wanted to know if he wanted a dance. He could smell her cheap perfume. His cock was throbbing. He wrapped his arm around her waist. Her bare skin was smooth and firm. “How does it work,” he asked? She told him that she could do a table dance for $5, or a couch dance for $20, or a VIP dance for $30. His hand was wandering over her hip. Her hands were stroking his chest hair as she leaned against him. “What is the difference?”

She was pushing her breasts against his face. “Well, I can dance for you here, or we can get more comfortable over there.” She motioned toward some overstuffed sofas. He asked what the difference was between a couch dance and a VIP dance. “Oh, well, it costs more. But we can have more privacy.” She was stroking his chest hair a little more rapidly and his cock was rock hard. “Is that what you want?” He nodded.

In a flash she was up, pulling on his hand. He followed her as they made their way to a booth. She was pressing her body against his. She smiled at him. “You only have to pay $10 for a VIP passport. It is good for the week.” He took his wallet out, making sure she saw the bills he had. He gave the bored bouncer a ten and let her pull him into a much darker area. She steered him around a corner. “We can have more privacy here.” She pushed him down onto a couch and stood in front of him. “I need $30 baby, and then I can dance for you, okay?” Out came some more money, which disappeared into her little purse.

She smiled at him as she unlaced her vest and tossed it aside. She slipped out of her G-string and pulled off her moccasins. She straddled him, pressing her naked crotch against his throbbing manhood. “Oh, you are eager, aren’t you baby?” In time to the music, she rubbed her self against him. She looked around and then took his hands and pressed them against her tits. “Oh, baby, that feels so good, doesn’t it?” Lithe and agile, she turned around on him and slid between his legs. Pressing her firm ass against his cock, she humped back against him. “Oh baby, give it to me hard. Take me from behind.” She was making little sounds, imitating sex. She leaned back against him and he wrapped his hands around her torso, something she obviously wanted. When his hand strayed down her stomach, she pushed his hand away. He felt about ready to burst.

The music came to and end and she slowly stopped. “Would you like another one baby?” She was looking at him, with large brown eyes. Her hand was stroking his chest hair.

Medi was just barely holding his seed back. “Do you do private dances.” She stopped, cold.

“What do you mean?” She was looking at him, hard eyed.

He made no attempt to move his hands. “I was wondering if you did private dances after work. Don’t worry, I’m no cop.”

“I don’t date guys I meet at the club.” She was still setting in his lap as the bouncer came up, asking if everything was okay. “Sure Chad, everything is fine.”

“I would make it worth your while, perhaps some little gift for you?” He had to admit she did feel good and he really needed a woman. If he couldn’t get her, then maybe that overweight blonde would do.

“I really shouldn’t, you know. I could loose my job.” She was biting her lip. “I would need at least $200.”

He swallowed. “That would be okay with me. When do you get off work?” It was 10:40. She said she got off at 2:00. “Is there any way you could leave early?” He was starting to stroke her naked ass, and she was settling down against him again. She said she might loose out on other dances and the only pay she got was from tips and stuff. “So you think that would be about another $100?” She nodded. “Then my present to you should be $300, right?” She nodded and kissed him lightly. She started to get up. “You will wear your little outfit, right? It is such a turn on.” She nodded, gave him a little kiss and said she would meet him outside, by the bus stop, in about 10 minutes.

Medi tossed down the last of his drink and wandered over to the door. As he walked out, the bored bouncer wished him a good evening and invited him to come back sometime. Medi smiled at him and went to his car. He watched and waited. At eight minutes after, he saw her come out a side door. Briefly illuminated, he could see she was wearing a knee length coat and the moccasins. He watched as she stopped at a car, and then walked on over to the enclosure for patrons waiting for a bus.

He started his car and drove over, rolling his window down and unlocking the doors. He turned on his interior light as she peered at him. Confirming who he was, she jumped into the car, lighting a cigarette as she did so. She was smiling at him. He pulled out into the street. “Where do I go,” he asked? She told him to go down to the corner and turn left, that she knew a place. He reached out and touched her exposed knee. She seemed not to notice it, directing him to take a right. He pressed his fingers down between her closed thighs, another move she did not acknowledge. And then she was directing him into the parking lot of a rundown building, THE LONE PINE MOTEL. “Do you have $20, baby? That’s all they need, okay?” He handed over another bill, and she was out of the car.

He could not resist stroking his cock through his pants. If she didn’t hurry, he was going to loose it in the parking lot. And then she was back, motioning him to follow her. She was all business as they went up the exposed stairwell to the second landing. As she tried to rub her back, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The room was hardly larger than the bed. It had a small bathroom, a TV, and a phone. Nothing else.

She turned to him, stiff and hard. “Do you have a present for me?” He opened his wallet and counted out $300 in 50’s. She could see there were still bills left as he folded it up. He held out the bills, but she motioned for him to put them on the bed. Aware that there was some legal nicety, he dropped them on the faded, nondescript green bed spread. She swept them up and into her purse.

She was suddenly all smiles as she pushed him back on the bed. She opened her coat, revealing her club outfit. Medi was throbbing so hard, he could hardly stand it. She tossed her coat onto the TV and turned to him, hips swaying provocatively.

She cocked an eyebrow. “Do you want me to dance for you?” She was turning to the TV set. But he shook his head in the negative. She could tell he was in a bad way. Wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible, she smiled again. “How do you like it? Do you want me to suck your cock first?”

Medi was amazed at his desire for this woman. “No, I want you now. I want to be on top.” She offered that she really preferred to be on top, but he was having none of it. She shrugged and reached into her purse. She was pulling out a condom. “Oh come on baby. We don’t need that, do we?” She was tearing it open and wanting him to open his pants. “I’ll pay extra to do it naturally. After all, I’m taking as much of a risk as you are.” This struck a cord with her, and she wanted to know how much. They settled on an extra $100.

He pulled her to him, and she did not resist as he kissed her stomach. His hands reached up and rubbed her tits through her vest and she leaned against him, waiting to see what he wanted. He pulled the cords to her vest, opening it up, and ran his hands inside, beginning to massage her enhanced tits. Leaning forward, his mouth sought one of her tits, and she pulled back, beseeching him not to bite her. He took her into his mouth, gently sucking on them. Her nipple was already hard and she stroked his hair as his tongue worked on her.

Still sucking on her, his hands went down to her remaining garment. She obligingly spread her legs as she stroked between her legs and up under her body. Switching to the other tit, he pulled her G-string down around her knees, and let his head come down as he pushed it over her moccasins. She gripped his hair and pulled his head against her bare stomach, inches above her womanhood. He could smell her womanhood as his fingers moved up into the most interesting portions of her anatomy.

Raven was beginning to breath a little harder as this oily little Arab pawed over her body. She wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, and go on home. She leaned very heavily against him, laughing as they fell back on the bed. Her hands quickly found his belt, and undid it. She could feel his hardness as she tugged at his zipper and exposed his manhood. Even hard, and he was very hard, he was on the small side.

Medi could stand it no longer and rolled both of them over, with him on top, between her legs. He raised himself and she reached down and guided him in against her womanhood. He urgently pushed against her, beginning to open her up.

Raven adjusted her body to his weight as he was finally beginning to enter her. He wasn’t all that heavy so he wasn’t going to crush her. In fact, she was almost as tall as he was. As his small cock worked its way inside her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. When he began to rock on top of her, she moved under him, matching him. She made little sounds, egging him on, and smiled when he quickened his strokes and arched his back. She knew that, as soon as he was done, she would be out of here.

Medi, knowing his time had come, pressed his body down against her. Grinding his teeth, he gripped her as hard as he could. He grunted and groaned as he shot his Arab seed into her unprotected belly. He felt as if he were the River Euphrates emptying himself into her.

Raven was helping him cum, when her eyes suddenly popped wide open. She was suddenly wracked with the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. Emitting an animal moan, she gripped him as hard as she had been held, and she writhed under him, willing him to continue. His every movement inside her caused more orgasms, equally as powerful. He continued to pump on top of her, and she frantically matched him. When he finally tired, after all too short an interval, she was deeply disappointed.

Medi was breathing as hard as the girl under him. When he began to disentangle himself from her, she held tightly to him, obviously not wanting him to go. He rolled off of her, careless about pinning her leg as he did so. Still panting, and covered with sweat, she immediately moved against him, hooking her leg over his crotch. Her sticky, wet crotch was plastered against his leg.

Raven cast aside all thoughts of an immediate departure. Nor was she particularly concerned with milking him for more money. After all, having performed this act with numerous men, and a few women, she was seldom impressed with her partners. But this skinny little Arab was an exception. She giggled as she began to unbutton his shirt. He feebly tried to resist, but she won out, exposing his hairy chest. The thought of of it against her soft, vulnerable breasts excited her. He raised his body as she stripped him to the waist. Standing up, she pulled his shoes and socks off, before removing the remainder of his clothing.

Watching the naked girl, standing there, Medi began to feel himself stir a little. She oozed back to him, straddling him, her womanhood squarely against his manhood. Raising herself, she began to rock back and forth on him, and he felt himself stir further. The slight widening of her eyes was the only indication that she felt it as well. He reached up and cupped her breasts. She put her hands over his, pressing her flesh against his. He felt the effects of the drug as his cock began to throb and harden under her.

Raven, feeling his increasing interest, wanted to hasten the process. Sliding down his body, she pushed between his legs. She wrapped her ample breasts around his cock and undulated her body, encouraging him. And then she moved her face down to his cock, and began to lick him. He tasted of her and him. Her hair got in the way, and she pushed it over her shoulder. Gripping his base with one hand, she wetted her mouth and gave him a slurpy kiss and suck. Protecting his sensitive skin from her teeth, she took him in as deeply as she could. She felt his hands entangle themselves in her hair and she began to bob up and down and he thrust his hips up to match her. One of her hands snaked itself down to her pea in a pod and she began to pleasure herself as she gave him head.

Medi gave up holding onto her head and lay back on the bed, enjoying a first rate blow job. He began to breath more heavily, and he felt sweat break out on his body. He was considering holding her down while he came when she stopped. He opened his eyes and watched as she climbed up on him. Spreading her legs, she gripped his rod and empaled herself on him with a moan of pleasure.

She leaned forward on him, grabbing some of his chest hair. She bucked on top of him, careful not to let him fall out. He wasn’t all that big, but she wanted her own pleasure from him. She worked on him, willing him to pleasure her. Closing her eyes, she began to climb the mountain to golden bliss, becoming one with her partner. She felt him arch his back, actually lifting her up. Forcing herself down on him, her second mouth prepared to swallow his issue. And then he was pumping up into her, and her moans of pleasure quickly became screams of urgent desire. Bombarded with unending orgasms, she rocked wildly on him, loosing him. Frantically, she grabbed him and forced his slowly deflating cock back into her. She continued to rock in pleasure until he was too soft to stay in her. Sweating and panting, she collapsed on top of him.

Raven, meaning to stay only for an hour, spent a long night with the funny little Arab. He wasn’t much to look at, but he was a wonderful fuck. And an incredible fuck. The did it an amazing nine times before the sun lightened the top of the curtains, signally that the night was over. Gritty eyes blinking in the illumination of a too bright parking lot, she clung to him. She knew she must be a sight, matted hair, mascara smeared on her pretty face. Her pussy was sore from all the fucking she had done, but she admitted she would jump him if he gave her any reason to think he would do her again.

Back in the parking lot, Medi was looking forward to going to sleep in his own bed. He was feeling the drug abating in his system. She leaned forward, ready to kiss him if he wanted. Curious, he reached out and gave her head a gentle push toward his crotch. She smoothly completed the motion and nuzzled him with her head. And then she was undoing his clothing, exposing him yet again. Her practiced mouth went to work on him. Working together, they brought him to a sufficient degree of hardness. He let her pull him over into the passenger seat as she straddled him for yet another go. Pushing the protection of her sticky G-string aside, she wolfishly pulled him inside her.

It was 30 minutes before they finally parted. She had given him her card, giving him an opportunity to provide his name. He didn’t, but promised he would be around. She was disappointed, but there was little else she could do. Besides, his balls were aching from all the exertion he had put them through. It was only the aches and pains of his marathon that kept him awake as he drove back to his apartment.

Raven drove home, pleasantly exhausted from her tryst. Only after she got home did she remember that she was supposed to have called Steve after getting off work last night. She showered and went to bed, remembering the exhilaration of the night with the funny little Arab. When she woke up, late in the afternoon, it was time to get ready for work. To her annoyance, she discovered that her period had started. Since she was on the pill, this should not have happened, but there was nothing she could do. Rather than make a mess, she called in to work and let them know she wouldn’t be coming in for the next couple of days.

Medi returned to the PINK SLIPPER two weeks later. It was as run-down and dingy as he had remembered it. He ordered his beer and sat down. Within a few minutes, a breathless Raven was at his side. Rather than a lap dance, he asked her when her break was. Less than an hour later, they were out in his car, rocking the shocks and steaming the windows up. He promised her he would return after the show. But he didn’t. Medi learned that, a couple of months later, Raven was with child.

Medi recognized that he could have run into serious trouble, had Raven had a serious boyfriend. Since he was not physically as well endowed as many of the men he dealt with, he correctly concluded he needed more support. As such, he engaged one of the more seedy private investigation firms in the college town. The man he dealt with was as disreputable as they came. He was pathetic in his obvious attempt to mimic a Grade B movie American gangster. For a surprisingly small amount of money he was able to hire a couple of Hernandez’ men as body guards, on demand. After looking them over, he selected Jarvis, coal black, and Grimes, a flat nosed skin head.