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   I was sitting at the Moon with some friends during the Olympics,
drinking a little too much because my love life sucked at the time and I
knew Bobbi and Paula were giving me a ride back to Provo.  I had a few
months left to go at school and was sick and tired of hiding my sexuality
from everyone but a few close friends and the women I knew at the Moon.  My
first LTR ended with a girlfriend who left me because I wouldn't march in
the local pride parade, my only other ongoing relationship was a little on
the kinky side involving two older women who lived in another state and I
was tired of masturbating in the shower at home, trying to keep quiet so my
roommates wouldn't hear.

   So there I was, a little more than tipsy, talking with a few friends
when Suzy came in.  I had met Suzy a couple of times and she and I had made
out once while dancing, but nothing more ever came of it.  Like me, she was
in the closet to most people but for different reasons.  She had this real
cute little boy, William, who she worried she would lose if he ex ever
found out she was a lesbian.  Her ex was a real asshole who constantly kept
her in court and rarely paid his child support unless threatened with jail
or loss of visitation.  Even when he did pay, it was with a check from his
mother, who was the only reason, besides wanting to make Suzy's life hell,
that he even bothered to see the boy at all.  Suzy saw me and came over and
sat down with is.  She seemed hurried and not interested in small talk. 
She seemed to be looking for someone in particular.

   "Anyone seen Tanya?" she asked after a few minutes.  Tanya was a very
beautiful, although all her body piercing and tattoos turned me off, and
very kinky girl who often came to the Moon and never seemed to leave alone.
Everyone knew she was bi, which was unusual for most of the patrons, and
everyone also knew she worked as a stripper and most thought a little more.
Her favorite pickup at the Moon was the housewife who was hiding in the
closet.  She was known to be into just about any sex act and the stories
about her were legendary.

   Bobbi answered Suzy matter of factly, "With the Olympics in town, nobody
has seen her.  We all figure she is using this time to make a lot of
money." The sarcasm in her voice was evident.  While Suzy wasn't nearly as
blatant about it, it was common knowledge she also worked as a stripper,
doing only private parties and no one really thought she did anything else
but dance..  She had sometimes asked some of the bigger butch women at the
Moon to work as her chaperone and they all agreed all she ever did was
strip and do some grinding on they guys laps.  She once told me that it was
the only way she could make ends meet with her bills, especially legal
bills.  She also kept it very quiet knowing if it came out she would have
her ex fighting for custody of the kid he never really wanted anyway. 
Tanya on the other hand apparently never used a chaperone and most people
thought she went a lot further if the price was right.

   Suzy looked really down on this news.  She ordered a drink and looked at
her watch.  It was about 9:30 and while still early we all knew that she
usually couldn't stay out to late because her mom would be babysitting
William.  Since her mom did that 4-5 nights a week while Suzy was working
her bartending or waitress jobs Suzy rarely stayed out late just for fun.
She also never brought anyone home from the club that we knew of.

   Suzy kept glancing over at me.  I could tell she wanted to talk to me
but was trying to make some kind of decision.  Finally, when the two
couples that were sitting with us got up to dance Suzy finally said
something.

   "Remember when you told me about the Halloween Party in Santa Fe?" She
seemed really nervous and glanced once again at her watch.

   "I can't believe I told you about that, but then again, enough of
these," I held up the margarita I was drinking, "tend to make me a Chatty
Cathy."

   "Well, ever think about dancing for money?" Suzy glanced around quickly
to make sure no one had heard her.

   I looked at her a little dumbstruck.  But something in her eyes told me
she was not kidding.  There was a look of desperation in them.

   "No, and I really don't think I would ever do it.  I mean what I did at
the party was different.  I can't say that I didn't enjoy it and find it
exciting, but stripping for money is just not my thing." I took a gulp of
my drink.

   "Even for a lot of money?" Suzy's eyes were almost pleading with me.

   "I am not interested," I guess my voice was not that convincing because
as soon as I finished Suzy chimed in.

   "Not even for $500 for one hour of dancing?  $500 plus probably another
hundred or more in tips." She looked around once more to see if anyone else
was listening.  "I have a gig for $1000 but it is for two girls.  Bunch of
Japanese businessmen.  Just dancing for one hour.  And all I promised them
was topless, nothing more."

   She took my hand and looked into my eyes.  "I really need the money. 
William's dad has taken me to court again to try and get the support
lowered or get full custody, which he is only doing because of his mother,
and my lawyer won't go unless I at least pay my outstanding balance with
him.  I have $3,000 right now, but need another grand by next week.  This
will really help but I need another dancer and Tanya had said she would
earlier this week but now I can't find her."

   She squeezed my hand and kept looking into my eyes.

   "Sorry, Santa Fe was a party and I probably never would have even told
you about it if I hadn't had to much to drink," my voice trailed off as I
could see tears starting to well up in Suzy's eyes.

   "Please," she squeezed harder.

   I had met William once, when I ran into the two of them at the mall.  He
was a real cute little kid and from what Suzy had told me about her ex and
his family the idea of him getting custody sent chills up my spine.  I
thought for a minute.  A bunch of Japanese businessmen?  $500 is cash,
probably more.  The idea of seeing Suzy dance even crept in as I thought of
the one night we had made out in the back of the club.  I had been really
attracted to her and the thought of dancing nearly naked with her had my
too active and slightly tipsy imagination working overtime.

   I looked away.  Suzy started to let my hands go as I could feel her
giving up.  I turned around and tried to smile.  "Okay, but only because of
that cute little boy of yours.  Just topless and I am not doing anything
more."

   Suzy's face suddenly lit up as she pulled my hands to her lips and
kissed them.  "Thank you, thank you." She glanced at her watch.  "I have
everything we need in my car, as long as you don't mind wearing some of my
stuff.  We look like we are exactly the same size.  They are staying at the
Hilton on SW Temple and we are supposed to be there at 10:00.  That gives
us 20 minutes.  We can dress when we get there.  Thanks so much.  You saved
me."

   My head was still spinning since I really couldn't believe I had agreed
to this.  I had danced at Sara and Nichole's Halloween party last year but
that was different.  It wasn't planned and it was at a party, not for
money. I quickly downed my almost full margarita in three quick gulps.  I
knew it would be hitting my head soon and I figured I was going to need it.

   We hopped in Suzy's old car for the short ride over to the Hilton.  I
was now a little beyond tipsy and having trouble focusing as we walked
through the lobby to the elevators.  Suzy had what looked like a workout
bag with her and seemed to know her way around.  The only time I had been
in here before was when Nichole stayed here and I spent a weekend with her.
But then I never did see much more than her room.  We took the elevator to
the top floor.  When the elevator stopped I almost fell over and had to
lean against the wall to steady myself.  Suzy grabbed my hand and squeezed.
She smiled at me and then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek just before the
doors opened.

   "Thanks again, I owe you," she said as she pulled me out of the
elevator.

   The doors in this hallway were a lot farther apart than those on the
floor Nichole had stayed on.  We walked down and Suzy knocked on the third
door on the left.  A middle aged Japanese man answered the door with a big
smile, obviously expecting us.  He looked us both over and I suddenly felt
like I was being inspected.  We were 5 minutes early.

   When we stepped inside the door I could see why the doors were farther
apart.  This was a huge suite, not just a room.  It looked like it had at
least two bedrooms and a huge living room.  I giggled to myself when I
thought of how much fun Nichole and I could have had if we had this place
to play in..

   Suzy spoke quickly.  "No, these were not the clothes we would be dancing
in..  Yes there would be both of us.  Yes we had brought our own music. 
Where was the bedroom so we could get changed?"

   Next thing I knew we were in a huge bedroom and Suzy was taking costumes
out of her bag.  She had several I could choose from.  She planned to start
in a men's suit she had brought with a top, garter belt, g-string and hose
underneath.  She suggested, since her outfit sort of looked like a
gangster's clothes, with the fedora and baggy suit, that maybe her
policewoman outfit would work.  It had a pair of hot pants, short blouse
that would tie in the front with a badge, gun belt equipped with holster,
hard plastic nightstick and handcuffs, 4" pumps for my feet and an officers
cap and mirror sunglasses.  The pumps looked very intimidating in my
current state, but the rest sort of looked fun.  Underneath I would wear a
top and g-string.  I never intended the g-string to be seen since I never
planned on taking the hot pants off.  We both dressed in a hurry and I was
not disappointed as Suzy stripped down in front of me.  Her body was as
beautiful as I had imagined.  Her breasts were full, bigger than mine but
beautifully shaped.  Her pussy was shaved bare except for a small strip of
hair.  I caught myself staring.

   "Come on, get dressed," Suzy had caught me staring and smiled at me as
she stood there naked.  She slowly put on her g-string and top.  "Like?"
She twirled around once to show off and then quickly finished putting on
her baggy men's shirt and suit.  I quickly undressed and put on the
policewoman's outfit.

   When I was fully dressed I looked at myself in the mirror.  The glasses
would stay on I decided, since they hid my eyes and made me a little more
anonymous.  The blouse would come off, and if I had to, the top also, but
if I could get away with it I would keep it on.  On the way over Suzy said
she had planned on getting completely nude and that she would try and draw
as much attention to herself as possible, not only to make me more
comfortable, but because it would also let her get the majority of the
tips. She also said she might do some lap dances, but nothing more than a
bump and grind.  I planned to stay as dressed as possible.

   "Wow," Suzy walked up to me, looking me up and down.  "You look great in
that outfit, even better than I do.  Your long legs," she walked up to me
and ran a hand up the outside of my thigh, "really look fantastic." Suzy
leaned forward and her lips met mine as her hand continued up the side of
my body, brushing the side of my breast and finally ending caressing my
cheek.  "Thanks again," she said, somewhat breathless as the kiss ended. 
She smiled at me and took my hand.  Suzy picked up her cd player and opened
the door to the main room.  My knees were really weak now, and I wasn't
sure if it was the nerves, the margaritas or the kiss.

   The guy who had met us at the door had been joined by 6 others and they
all smiled when we entered the room.  The door to the other bedroom, which
was at least as big as the living room, was open and apparently the other
guys had been playing cards on a table that had been set up in there, and
currently several thousand dollars in cash was sitting in piles on that
table.  They also had watching porn on a big screen TV that was visible
through the doors.  A girl on the screen was currently taking on three guys
at once.  The sound had been turned down but still the image was disturbing
considering the situation.

   I stood there as Suzy walked up to the guy who had answered the door. 
They spoke quietly and he handed her ten $100 bills.  She motioned towards
the other room and he went in and turned off the porn, but not before the
girl on the screen had gotten a face full of cum from the guy she was
blowing.

   Suzy put the money in a little compartment on her cd player and turned
it on.  She walked over to me and said quietly, "Okay, the guy there, he is
the only one who speaks English, and he doesn't do it that well, I told him
that we just dance and the more they tip, the better the show will get.  He
understands this and also understands that no one can touch us unless we
allow him to, and even then no touching our tits, ass or pussy.  Now just
relax and have fun.  Don't do anything you don't feel comfortable with and
just try and be sexy.  I will help as much as I can."

   The music had already started and the four of the guys had taken seats
around the room while three remained standing.  All of them had drinks in
their hands and at least 3 looked pretty drunk.  One of the guys who seemed
pretty drunk was swaying as he stood there and seemed to be rubbing himself
with the hand he had in his pocket.

   We both started dancing around the room.  I felt awkward and clumsy in
comparison to Suzy, who strutted and slinked about with ease.  She made
sure she stopped in front of each guy, teasing them with her eyes and
licking her lips while not touching her clothes or herself.  I tried to
follow her lead but stayed farther away from the guys and my eyes were
hidden by the mirrored sunglasses so I couldn't exactly make the eye
contact Suzy was, nor did I want to.  As the song ended Suzy came over to
me.

   "Follow my lead on this," Suzy softly whispered to me.  "It is time for
you to stop and search me, and I mean search me good.  Play with my tits
through the shirt; feel up my pussy through the pants.  Pretend you find
something and start to take my clothes off.  Remember, you're the cop and
I'm the robber."

   The next song started and sure enough Suzy pretended to steal something,
one of the guy's cigarette lighter.  She dropped it down her pants into her
g-string.  The guys all were hollering in Japanese and pointing and I
played my roll, yelling at her to stop.  She did and I walked up to her. 
Normally I was only an inch or two taller than she was, but in these pumps
I towered over her.  I held out my hand asking for the lighter back but she
played innocent.  She even said I could search her if I wanted to.  She
turned around and put her hands on the back of one of the chairs and leaned
on them, spreading her legs wide.

   I walked up behind her and pretended to pat her down like I had seen in
the movies.  The guys were all pointing to their crotches, trying to tell
me no doubt that she had hidden 'the goods' down there.  I pretended to be
confused and then reached around Suzy and started to rub her breasts.  As I
did she started to wiggle her bottom towards me.  I must say I was enjoying
squeezing and kneading Suzy's breasts even if I did have an audience.

   Suzy started to moan and wiggle even more.  I moved one hand down her
body and started to feel rub her ass and hips.  Even though we hadn't shed
a single piece of clothing yet I could tell the guys were enjoying the
show.

   Suzy whispered to me, "Pretend you can't find anything and then stroke
your palm.  Tell them that if they want you to search farther it will mean
they have to pony up some cash."

   I did as Suzy asked, pantomiming the whole thing.  The guy who met us at
the door said something in Japanese and I was amazed when each of the guys
took out a wad of tens and twenties from their pockets.  I went from guy to
guy and each gave me a bill.  I now had over $100 in tips and we still
hadn't taken off any clothing.  I put the money in my top and went back
over to my 'suspect.'

   "You are doing great," Suzy said.

   I started to search her even more aggressively.  I worked her tits over
again and this time as she wiggled her bottom I pressed my mound against
it. I found myself getting more and more aroused.  The more I squeezed her
breasts the more she ground into me.  The more she ground into me the more
cheering I could hear.

   "Rip my shirt open...  don't worry about the tie, it is a clip on," Suzy
whispered back to me.  "The buttons are sewed on very loosely and should
pop right off."

   I reached around front and ripped her shirt open.  Buttons flew around
the room.  The guys really started making noise now.  I yanked the shirt
and suit jacket down over her arms, which basically pinned them behind her
at the elbows.  I didn't realize how excited this little bit of bondage
would get me.  I reached around and started to play with her breasts once
again, now with only the very thin material of her top covering them.

   "Tip time," Suzy whispered.  Again I pretended I couldn't find anything
and walked around the room.  Again I came back with over $100.  The third
song was just starting to play.

   "Take my top completely off.  Play with my tits again and I will pretend
to try and run, but pull your nightstick out and stop me," Suzy whispered
as I started to pat her down again.

   I did as she said.  I pulled her top off, she had somehow managed to
untie to strings while I was picking up tips, or had never really tied them
to begin with.  I threw it on the floor and started to squeeze her bare
breasts and roll her nipples between my fingers, her directing me the whole
time, her arms still pinned behind her.  Suddenly Suzy pulled away from me
and dropped her coat and blouse and tried to run to the other side of the
room.  I pulled out my nightstick and yelled, "STOP!!!!"

   She froze, standing there in front of all the guys and put her arms up
in the air.  She spread her legs and stood there, waiting for me to
'search' her again.

   This time the guys had a great view as my hands ran over her body.  I
paid a lot of attention to her nipples, brushing, pinching and rolling
them. I was getting turned on by the domination of Suzy and felt myself
growing wetter and my nipples getting harder.

   I heard Suzy whisper, "Use the nightstick, spank me with it and then use
it between my legs."

   I did what she said.  The playfully spanked her and then stepped up
behind her and slid it between her legs, running it back and forth against
her mound.  She started to moan and squirm, acting poorly but still the
guys were eating it up.  She started to rub and grab her own breasts and
then reached down to stroke the nightstick as it slid back and forth.

   "Time for the strip search, but first tips," I made the rounds again,
this time getting nothing but twenties.  I had stopped figuring out how
much money we were getting and enjoying my little domination of Suzy.

   For the first time I took the initiative.

   "Okay punk," I said, walking up to Suzy.  "If you want to make this
hard." I ran the nightstick over her breast and up her neck.  I ran it over
her lips.

   She sucked and licked at the tip of the nightstick.  "Yes, I want to
make it hard, very, very hard," Suzy moaned as she played with the tip of
the nightstick.  I heard several of the men audibly moan behind me.

   "Okay then punk, I will show you just how hard it can get," I took out
the handcuffs and put her hands behind her back.  I put them on very loose
enough that she could slide her hands out if she wanted to.  I then stepped
behind her and reached around and undid her slacks.  I pulled the zipper
down and let them fall to the floor.  She now stood there, slacks around
her ankles, wearing nothing but the fedora and her g-string.

   Since I was still standing behind her I couldn't see the bulge where the
lighter sat in her g-string.  I pretended to search her again, grabbing and
squeezing her breasts.  I bent down and spread her ass cheeks and pulled
her g-string down in back, when I didn't find anything I pulled it up high,
forcing the fabric to press between her surprisingly full lips.  I was
surprised the small lighter stayed in place so well.

   The guys were all pointing towards her crotch.  I pretended to not
understand.  I turned her around, pretending to show them that I had
searched everywhere.  Then made the rounds one more time for tips at Suzy's
whispered suggestion.  "Time for the grand finale," she said.  I was
surprised to see only about 15 minutes remained of our hour.  I was glad I
still hadn't even had to show anything.  And I can't honestly say that I
hadn't enjoyed being able to play domme to a sub Suzy.  "You need to search
me one more time, but this time your hand goes in front.  You find the
lighter and yank down my g-string, I will do the rest."

   I followed her directions to the letter, sort of.  After getting a whole
lot of twenties and even one hundred dollar bill, I went back to Suzy.  Her
hands were cuffed behind her and from the rise and fall of her breasts and
her very erect nipples I could tell she was looking forward to this finale.
I pretended to pat her down one more time, spending even more time playing
with her breasts.  She ground her bottom into my crotch as I did so and I
found myself once again wishing we didn't have an audience.  I slowly
started to work my hands down her body, as the men were all once again
pointing to her crotch.  I played with the elastic at the top of her
g-string for a minute before I let my hand slide down inside.  Now I
understood why the lighter had stayed in place so well.  Inside the
g-string was a small pocket that the lighter had slid into.  I ignored the
pocket and let my hand slide down past it.  Suzy moaned softy as I did.  I
was drunk and I was horny and I wanted Suzy when we left here so I wanted
to make sure she wanted me.

   With one hand on her breast, alternating between caressing the soft
flesh and playing with her very erect nipple.  I let my other hand slide
down over her soft mound.  I could feel her breath escape her as my finger
brushed over her hard pearl.  I could feel her lips full and aroused.  I
let a finger slowly part them, all the action covered by a thin layer of
fabric from the very prying eyes of the men staring at us.  Suzy's juices
instantly covered my fingertip as I let it slide gently between her full
outer lips, slowly caressing her soft and warm inner ones.  I slowly
withdrew it and brought my finger, wet and glistening, to Suzy's mouth. 
She hungrily sucked on it.  As she did I slid her g-string over her hips
and down her thighs.  It started to turn inside out and the lighter fell to
the floor.  She now stood naked, her pussy full and open, in front of all
the men who had stopped hooting and hollering and were now just mesmerized
by the sight in front of them.

   Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable.  Sure, I was fully clothed, well, I
was wearing more than I did to lay out in the sunshine or even sit in the
hot tub at the Alta Peruvian after a day of skiing, but Suzy was completely
nude, and I was gazing at her body with a lust that may have even been
greater than that of the men in the room.  I wanted those men to disappear.
I wanted to get us both out of there so we could be together.  I wanted
Suzy desperately.

   Suzy came up to me.  "God, you were great," she said.  "I am going to
work the room a little.  Why don't you just go make yourself a drink and
watch, you can join in, but only if you want."

   I really didn't even want to watch but I did need a drink.  I walked
over to the bar as Suzy began to move from man to man, rubbing up against
them, teasing them with her naked breasts and ass.  If the guy gave her a
good enough tip that ass would descend to his lap.  An even bigger tip
would get her breasts there.  I found it very disconcerting that I was
getting jealous.  I didn't want those men touching Suzy, and even more so I
didn't want her touching them.  I poured almost a full glass of scotch, a
drink that Nichole had introduced me to and took a big gulp and felt the
fire run down my throat.  I had drained half the tumbler on that one gulp.
It went to my head almost instantly.

   I watched for a few more minutes, draining the rest of the tumbler as I
watched.  15 minutes had passed and Suzy was making going around the room
for a second time.  One guy had given her a $100 dollar bill and she was
now grinding into his lap.  I watched his face and I could see that he was
right on the verge of cumming when Suzy turned around and shook her tits in
his face, rubbing the inside of his leg with her knee, but staying away
from his crotch.  Out came another hundred and Suzy ran the front of her
body down his.  She then turned around and sat down on his lap, alternating
between grinding motions and moving up and down.  The look on her face was
boredom.  He soon closed his eyes, his body stiffening as he came in his
pants.  I couldn't take anymore and staggered, now completely blasted, out
of the room..

   I sat on the bed for a few minutes.  I pulled the money I collected out
of my blouse and threw it onto the bed.  There were several hundred dollars
there in $10's and $20's.  I was getting undressed when Suzy came in and
threw the money she had just made into the pile of money on the bed. 
Besides the original thousand that was still in the CD player there was at
least that much in tip money.  Most of it was Suzy's from her personal
dances.  I looked at the clock next to the bed and realized she had spent
an extra half hour doing those dances.

   I had only managed to get my blouse off and the room was spinning as I
plopped down onto the bed.  Suzy sat down next to me and gave me a very
sensual kiss.  Even in my drunken state I couldn't help but respond.  "Hey,
you know those guys never got to see you," she said as she continued to
kiss me, her hands brushing over my bare skin.

   "Yea, and I like it that way," I said.  The last thing I wanted to do
right now is talk about the guys in the other room.

   "Well, you know, they really would like to see you, see us," Suzy's
fingers were brushing my nipples, which were responding.  "In fact, they
just offered me $1500 to see us.  $1500 plus tips?"

   "See us?" I was responding to Suzy's touch.  Even as drunk as I was I
was getting aroused.  Her fingers gently pinched my nipples, and her lips
quickly took their place.

   "Yes, see us having fun," she said as her tongue ran over my nipple
sending electric sparks through my body, but most were concentrated in my
rapidly moistening mound.

   "Mmmmmm," I said, lying back, wanting more.  Then it hit me.  "What do
you mean, see us having fun," I bolted upright.  "I said strip, no more."

   Suzy tried to calm me down, "Oh baby," she caressed my face.  "You know
I wouldn't even ask if I didn't really, really need the money," her
fingertips were brushing over my inner thighs.  Involuntarily I spread my
legs a little, enjoying the feeling, but still adamant that we were
leaving. "It would almost give me everything I need to pay the lawyer. 
And, I have wanted you so bad, wanted to love you, wanted to taste you." A
finger started to play with the hem of the hot pants, slid under it and
gently brushed against the thin material covering my mound.

   I moaned as I felt myself responded.  I was wavering between the idea of
feeling Suzy's full lips against my very wet mound, and stalking out right
then and there.  Suzy's lips kept gently brushing mine, her tongue gently
parting them, running over my teeth.  I opened my mouth to let it in.  I
opened my legs as Suzy's finger slid under the thin material and gently
probed me.  My breathing was giving away my desire even as I told her to
stop, that this wasn't going to happen.  I melted as her finger brushed
against my aching pearl.

   "Please, lets have a little fun, let me do you like you did that woman
at Nichole and Sara's party.  You told me how hot that made you.  You just
be her, let me dance for you, let me love you," Suzy had taken my hand and
somehow gotten me to my feet.  The room was spinning and I was too drunk
with alcohol, desire or a combination of both to resist as she led me out
of the bedroom.

   The guys were all sitting around a chair from the poker table that had
been placed in the middle of the room.  Suzy led me to the chair and I sat
down.  The scotch had gone straight to my head and even though I knew what
was happening I could not, and perhaps did not want to stop it.  Suzy
turned on the CD player once more and began to dance in front of me.  At
first she was a few feet away, swaying to the music, caressing her breasts
and body.  I watched, the room slightly spinning.  Suzy's hand left her
breasts and moved down between her legs.  She slowly started to rub
herself. My eyes were glued on her, the men in the room, the sounds all
seemed to fade into the buzz that was getting louder and louder in my head.
I watched two of Suzy's fingers disappear inside her.  When they came out
they were glistening with her juices.  She slowly moved towards me, her
face coming towards mine.  She sucked one of the fingers into her mouth,
suckling it, licking it.  When she was done she offered me the other.

   I took Suzy's finger eagerly into my mouth.  It tasted as wonderful as I
had imagined it would.  As I sucked on it Suzy's mouth moved down to my
left breast.  She easily slid the material of my top to one side and her
mouth quickly found my very sensitive and erect nipple.  I moaned as she
gently squeezed it between her teeth and played with the tip of it with her
tongue.  Her knee had found my crotch and I was starting to move, grinding
myself into her, aching to have her touch me.  I continued sucking and
licking her finger until the taste was gone, all the time continuing to
grind my mound into her leg.  When I let go of her finger she moved her leg
and replaced it with her hand, rubbing, pressing.  I moaned, my head
falling back, my legs spreading wider.  Her finger slid under the fabric,
it came out with the tip wet.  She ran her fingertip over my lips; I could
smell myself on her finger.  She quickly replaced her finger with her lips.
I loved the taste of myself on our lips.  Suzy's hand was caressing my
breasts as we kissed.  Somehow she had managed on completely removing my
top which was now laying on the carpet next to us.

   How long the kiss lasted I have no idea, but I didn't want it to end. 
Sometime during the kiss Suzy's hand had left my breast and traveled down
my tummy and was playing with the button on the shorts I was wearing.  I
felt the button released and Suzy slowly pulled down the zipper.  I arched
my back as I tried to raise my mound up to her moving hand.  I felt her
place her hand back on my tummy and I inhaled, flattening my tummy so her
hand could easily slide down into the shorts.  They cupped my
fabric-covered mound, her middle finger gently pressing between my very
swollen lips.  I placed my hand on top of hers and pressed myself against
her fingers.  I started to rub myself with her hand, until she took over
from me.  My free hand reached up for her, but she used her other hand to
move it back to my side.  Her lips left mine and began to kiss my face, me
ear, my neck.  I opened my legs wider and slid down on the chair.  Her
fingers moved up slightly, then slid them down under the thin fabric that
was now drenched with my juices.  I cried out as her finger brushed over my
aching pearl.  I melted as that same finger pressed itself between my out
lips.  I was blossoming and dripping as that finger entered me and started
to probe and caress my opening.

   Suzy's lips had continued down my body.  They played with my breasts. 
Her tongue explored the texture of my nipples.  Her lips sucked and her
teeth nibbled on my flesh.  My breath was coming in short gasps as I
yearned for her to continue on her journey.  But her hand was trapped, her
wrist bent as she tried to move down.  I felt myself lifting my bottom,
hands, helping slide the shorts and g-string down, my legs coming together
just long enough for them to fall around my ankles.  I lifted on leg out of
them and spread them wide as two of Suzy's fingers dipped deep inside me,
rubbing that spot inside while the heel of her hand pressed against my
aching pearl.  I was ready to cum, but Suzy had other plans.

   My eyes were closed and I was biting my lip, trying not to call out.  I
felt Suzy's mouth leave my body, while her fingers continued to probe deep
inside of me.  I felt an elbow and a hand spread my knees further than I
thought was possible.  Her hand withdrew slowly and then plunged in deeper
than before, soft kisses being planted on the insides of my thighs as she
did so..  Soft kisses, gentle nips, fingers sliding in and out making a
sound that was both embarrassing and arousing.

   I moved my own hand over towards my mound, wanting to caress my aching
pearl but once again Suzy moved my hand back.  Instead her mouth left the
inside of my thigh and I felt her tongue alternating between licking my
swollen lips and her own wet fingers.  I opened my eyes, vaguely aware of
other faces watching and gazed at Suzy as her tongue licked hungrily at the
liquids her fingers were drawing out of my body.  Suzy looked up at me as
she slowly let her fingers slide out of my now very open pussy.  I felt a
gush of liquid follow them, oozing out and down between my cheeks, pooling
on the fabric of the chair.  Without ever breaking eye contact Suzy moved
forward once again as I watched her tongue dip into my open sex.  She moved
it slowly, her tongue pointed, gently parting me.  I felt her parting my
inner lips as her tongue, which suddenly seemed impossibly long, began to
enter me.

   But it wasn't her tongue that brought me over the edge.  As she pressed
her mouth against me, driving her tongue in deeper and deeper, her nose
began to nuzzle my aching pearl.  Her hand, still soaked with my juices,
pressed against the top of my mound and pushed up, causing my pearl to peek
out from under its little hood.  It was so hard it was standing straight
out, and if I had not been totally lost in the combined haze of alcohol and
lust I would probably have felt embarrassed, because as I looked at it I
was amazed how much it looked like a little cock, hard and sticking
straight out, waiting for someone's lips to find it.  Instead of lips
however the tip of Suzy's nose brushed against it and when that happened I
swear I saw fireworks.  I felt my muscles beginning to contract around
Suzy's tongue as she continued to watch my face, her eyes locked on mine,
knowing exactly what she was doing.  She nuzzled again and again until I
couldn't take anymore and my I closed my eyes as I let out a sound that I
was sure was coming from some animal I had not seen before in the room.  My
muscles contracted and I felt more of my own liquids being forced out of
me, covering Suzy's tongue and lips.  Instinctively I grabbed for he head
and held it against my mound as the muscles in my bottom clenched, making
humping motions against her face.  Her tongue left me and suddenly I felt
lips wrapping around my pearl, sucking it deep into a place so warm and
wet. The animal in the room howled and the lights seem to go out, as my
entire body seemed to explode.

   It was as if Suzy was trying to breath life back into my body.  Her lips
were softly kissing mine.  The taste of a woman was on them and I wanted
more of that taste.  I sucked her lip into my mouth, my tongue licking it
clean..  Her hands pulled me forward and I felt myself being lowered to the
floor.  There were pieces of paper everywhere, green paper, with pictures
on it.  Suzy lay me down on my back and I felt my legs being spread open.
There were pieces of paper dropping down on my body.  I felt Suzy's body
covering mine, her smooth shaven mound hovering over my face.  I had to
taste that.  It looked so yummy.  It was open and wet.  I lifted my head
and started to run my tongue over it as I felt someone doing the same to
me.

   I don't know how long we lay there.  The pieces of paper seemed to be
falling from the sky.  Far off faces seemed to drift in and out and I heard
voices in what seemed like another room, "The walls must be very thin," I
thought to myself.  I don't know how many orgasms I had, or how many Suzy
had as we enjoyed each other.  We rolled over once, me taking the dominant,
on top position for a while.  I heard noises behind me.  There were flashes
of light.  A storm?  I was lost in a whirlpool of lust and drunkenness,
Suzy's body the only thing keeping me on the surface, keeping me from
drowning in the dark waters that were swirling around.  My whole body
seemed ready to drop into an abyss if Suzy had moved even an inch away from
me.

   It was the sight of the camera that suddenly brought me out of it.  One
of those very small, very expensive, video cameras that hadn't even reached
the US market yet.  Then I saw other cameras, stills cameras, all very
expensive, and faces, faces of men.  They were leering and smiling.  The
paper was money, hundreds no thousands of dollars, a carpet of money on the
floor and stuck to our bodies.  I pushed Suzy away and ran into the bedroom
where we had changed.  Ran into the bedroom and violently vomited into the
very beautiful toilet.  A twenty that was stuck to my body followed the
contents of my stomach into the bowl.  I flushed, only to fill it again.

   Suzy came in a minute later.  Her arms were full of those awful pieces
of paper.  She added them to the ones on the bed and came into the
bathroom. She helped me to my feet and back to the bedroom.  She dressed me
and put away everything we had brought with us.  I was crying, sobbing as
she tried to wash my face.  While she dressed I lay on the bed, curled into
the fetal position, tears wetting the bedspread by my face.

   Suzy nearly carried me from the bedroom.  The men were gone.  I heard
laughter and fuck sounds coming from the other bedroom.  I remembered the
picture of the woman on the television, a man cumming all over her face and
hair.  I vomited once more before we left the room.  A steaming pile of
bile on the beautiful rug next to a dark wet spot where I remembered
laying.

   Somehow Suzy managed to get me to the parking garage.  There I once
again emptied what little was in my stomach.  Emptied it until nothing but
mucous came out.  Suzy held me.  "You shouldn't have drank so much."

   "FUCK YOU," I screamed.  "YOU SAID ONLY DANCE.  WHAT THE FUCK DID WE DO
UP THERE?  CAMERAS, THEY HAD FUCKING CAMERAS." My voice echoed through the
dark cavern.

   "SHUT UP," Suzy forced me into the car.  "I am sorry, okay.  But you
seemed willing to.  And I needed the fucking money, all right.  You think I
like doing this.  And as for the cameras, they are from fucking Japan.  Who
will ever see the pictures?"

   I stopped screaming and returned to weeping.  Suzy drove me back to her
place that night, were I lay on the couch crying until I fell asleep.  In
my dreams I saw faces and cameras.  In another dream I walked into the
computer lab at school and on every screen I saw a picture of my face,
buried in a woman's crotch.  When I awoke at first I thought it was all a
bad dream, but the smells on my face and hands told me it was not.  Smells
of sex and of vomit.  My head pounded as I ran to the bathroom, trying in
vain to purge the horror of my dreams but instead only dry heaving until my
stomach and ribs ached.

   I didn't even wait for Suzy to get up, but rather went outside, planning
to catch a bus home.  I waited for 10 minutes at the bus stop before Suzy
drove up.  She told me to get in and drove me home.  We didn't talk.  She
handed me an envelope as I was getting out.

   "There is over $2000 in there, almost three actually," Suzy said.  I
could hear the pain in her voice.  I threw the envelope at her and walked
away.  I wanted nothing to do with that money.

   Luckily for me my roommates had all gone home for the weekend.  I left a
trail of clothing from the door to the bathroom.  I showered, first ice
cold, shivering as I wept, and when I couldn't take it any more, water that
was so hot it was nearly scalding.  I scrubbed my skin until it was raw,
nearly bleeding.  After the hot water finally ran out I finally climbed
from the shower and walked, dripping wet and collapsed in my bed.  I would
leave the bed only to piss, vomit and to shower 5 more times that day.

   I didn't sleep, because every time I closed my eyes I saw the faces and
cameras.  The next day I finally climbed out of bed and picked up my
clothes.  My roommates would be coming home and I needed to get them
washed. An envelope lay in the middle of the room.  It was a few feet from
the door that it had been slid under.  I picked it up.  It was thick and
heavy.  I carried it into my room and put it deep into one of my drawers. I
took another shower.  I returned to bed.  I showered another 3 times before
the first of my roommates got back that afternoon.

   I stayed in bed for most of the next week, alternating between feelings
of rage, disgust and shame.  I finally made a class on Wednesday and first
ate something on Thursday.  I had lost nearly 15 pounds.  My roommates were
ready to call my parents, but I just kept telling them that I was sick,
food poisoning I said, nothing more.  I only wept when I knew no one could
hear.

   Suzy called several times, and Friday I finally agreed to take her call.
I had been telling my roommates that she was the friend I had been out to
eat with when I got sick.  Suzy tried to talk me into seeing her.  I
refused.

   Weeks passed before I could live with myself.  Weeks more passed before
I could finally admit to myself that I had to see Suzy.  Before I did I
finally took out the envelope.  It held $2780 in various dominations.  I
put it away, unsure what to do with it.

   Suzy brought along William and I found myself drawn to him.  He was such
a cute little boy.  She had won her case.  Her ex had arrived drunk and his
own lawyer had walked out of the proceedings and the judge had not only
thrown his complaint out but also had jailed him for one week for contempt
of court and he had been told not to show up in court again on any kind of
child custody or support issue.  Suzy said over and over how sorry she was.
I told her it wasn't her fault, well not entirely.  I had finally come to
terms with what happened and realized I had to get on with my life.  A
month later we saw each other again, at the Moon.  William was over his
grandmother's for the night.  I went home with her and we made love the way
we should have the first time.