Lolita Night at the Pink Pussy
The Guidance Councilor
It was right there in the middle of the bulletin board:
Great Opportunity!
Well paid, fun job for attractive, athletic girls who like to dance!!!
See your guidance councilor for details
How could I resist? I was looking for an after school job to help with the family budget, and this sounded ideal. I went in to see if I could talk to Miss Harding right away.
I was in luck. She was in her office and not busy. I walked in and said, “I’d like to know all about the job opportunity on the bulletin board. Can I work after school?”
She looked me over from head to toe and smiled. I felt uncomfortable since I don’t like people looking at my body. “Good morning. I’m pleased you’re interested in this opportunity, miss, uh… Dalton,” she said, glancing at her computer screen. “You look like you have what it takes, but there are a few things I need to explain to you. Please have a seat.”
“You know the school district rejected the Naked in School Program this year, even though there’ve been requests from every High School and thousands of signatures on petitions. Well, we’re doing our best to get the school board to change its mind. One promising approach is to show them some of the career opportunities opening up to schoolgirls when they get NiS experience. We got together with some of the sexually oriented businesses in our community, and they agreed to take advantage of the new laws permitting public nudity and lowering the age of consent.
“Friday night The Pink Pussy is going to sponsor its very first ‘Lolita Night’ so that girls from puberty to age 18 can find out what its like to work in a strip club. CHS is helping recruit girls for tryouts. You look like you meet the qualifications, and I’d be delighted to help you sign up.”
I was shocked. My parents would never let me do something like that, and the last thing I wanted was to have the Naked in School Program come to my school. What a nightmare being naked in front of everyone for an entire week! I was just looking for an honest after school job to earn some money to help out my family. We didn’t have any money since daddy got laid off last year, and momma didn’t know how we were going to pay the rent this month.
Besides, my parents had never gotten over what happened with my big sister Darci. She was the black sheep of the family. When she was my age she never listened to momma and daddy and was always getting in trouble at school. As soon as she turned sixteen and was old enough, she quit school and went to work as a stripper. That was too much. Momma and daddy threw her out of the house, and I haven’t seen her in almost two years. There was no way I was going to end up like her!
I told Miss Harding I wasn’t that kind of girl and would ever do anything so tawdry. I asked her about other after school jobs, but nobody in town was hiring. The only other jobs were also in the sex industry, and some of them made this one sound tame.
“I’m sorry, Traci, there’s just nothing out there. I’m surprised you aren’t ready to do some dancing. Your sister loved it when she tried it.”
“How did you know about Darci?” I asked Miss Harding. “My family never talks about her to anybody.”
“Didn’t you know? I helped her find her first dance job! Of course, back then she had to wait until she was 16, but that gave her lots of time to check out the local scene and see where she could make the most money. Although I think she was really trying to find out where she could have the most fun.
“Anyway, it’s a shame you’re not in the market. You know that The Pink Pussy pays $500 for every girl who comes to Lolita Night?”
I was shocked before. This time I was just surprised. That was almost enough to cover the rent! “$500! How can they afford that?”
I felt a little naïve when she explained. “Well, they’re expecting to pull in a huge crowd. But you’re right, they’re almost sure to lose money. They’re doing it to bring in new business, and now that the laws about public nudity have been repealed and the age of consent has been dropped to puberty they see a great opportunity to recruit a whole new generation of strippers. Girls your age are going to be headliners very soon, and they’re going to be making some very big money. And the strip clubs are going to bring in a lot more customers. Not just their same old audience, either. They think parents might start coming to support their daughters, a lot like going to dance recitals. That want to make it fun for the whole family.”
Wow. That was something to think about. “What would I have to do?”
“Why, nothing, really. We have a contract with them to recruit girls, so I can vouch for your looks. You're a very sexy girl, mostly because you're trying not to be. All you have to do is show up and go up on stage. Every girl between 13 and 17 who does will get $500 cash. You don’t even have to wear anything naughty. Everybody who doesn’t get picked as a finalist can go straight home with her money.”
Shy Stripper
And that’s how I ended up here tonight. I told momma and daddy I was going to a sleepover at Sarah’s house, then I rode my bike the three miles to the club.
The Pink Pussy was a typical strip club with stages, poles for the girls to dance on, bright colored lights and a huge dark area full of tables for the audience. Out front were huge LED signs with pictures of girls and advertisements like
Lolita Night!
Young Beauties
First Timers!
Camera Friendly! Stills and Video! Beautiful Memories!
Families Welcome
I was just as nervous as I expected, but what I didn’t expect was the warm tingling sensation I was getting from standing up here in front of a room full of horny College boys.
Not me, of course. I was raised to be a proper young lady. That’s why I put on my Sunday Church dress along with my very proper black Mary-Jane shoes with white, ruffled socks. I was even wearing white cotton panties, even though no one would see them. I braided my hair into pigtails and put on a large hat to complete the innocent little girl look. Nobody could possibly think I looked sexy, no matter what Miss Harding said.
It was hot up here with all the other girls. The music was blaring and the lights were flashing. In the neon glare I couldn't even see out into the audience except for the guys right at the edge of the stage. In fact, I had to be careful to keep them from looking up my skirt. They started yelling and clapping as soon as the MC came up on stage behind us.
“ARE YOU READY TO PARTY?” his voice boomed out over the loudspeakers, cutting through the noise. An even louder cheer went up, and I tried to smile a little, realizing the cheering was partly for me. It felt kind of nice.
“WELCOME TO THE FIRST EVER LOLITA NIGHT AT THE PINK PUSSY!” More wild cheers. “WE’RE GOING TO MAKE HISTORY TONIGHT!”
“TONIGHT WE’RE NOT JUST GOING TO BRING YOU THE MOST GORGEOUS DANCERS IN TOWN. WE DO THAT EVERY NIGHT!”
“TONIGHT WE’RE GOING TO BRING YOU A WHOLE NEW GENERATION OF PINK PUSSY!!!” Now they were yelling, whistling, and banging on the tables. Flash bulbs went off as guys took our pictures. I was blushing and scared, but I had to admit it was exciting to be up there getting this much attention from so many guys. I never in my life saw guys act that way about me before, and I started to understand why some girls liked it.
“RIGHT NOW WE’RE GOING TO SELECT OUR FINALISTS SO YOU CAN SEE WHAT KIND OF TALANT THEY’VE GOT. I’M GOING TO WALK ALONG BEHIND THEM AND HOLD THIS FUNNY LOOKING MAGIC WAND OVER THEIR HEADS,” for some reason everybody laughed at that. “YOUR JOB IS TO APPLAUD AND PICK OUT THE FIVE GIRLS YOU WANT TO SEE MORE OF!” They all cheered at that. “THEN WE’LL SEE WHAT THOSE GIRLS WILL DO FOR A GRAND PRIZE OF $2,500!!!”
What? Nobody told me anything about a Grand Prize! That would keep our family going until Christmas. Now I started to wish I’d worn something sexy after all. Never mind, I was never going to do the kind of things I’d have to to win.
It took forever for him to walk behind us while the audience acted like a bunch of wild animals. I just wanted to get down from there and collect my $500, but I had to admit that I’d be humiliated if my turn came and I didn’t get any applause.
Was I surprised when I heard a burst of loud cheering when the MC held his wand over my head. How could that be? I dressed to look as young and innocent as I could. How could all those horny guys get turned on by that?
He touched my cheek with the wand. It was long and thick and purple, with a round tip. I don't think he even knew what a magic wand looks like, but the audience got all quiet when he rubbed it on my lips.
It wasn’t the most, but the applause was much louder than what most girls were getting. I was surprised by how relived I felt, and even more surprised by two other feelings. One of them was pride. The other might be something I’ve only heard about. Was it horniness?
It was definitely fright after the other girls cleared off the stage and I was up there with the other four finalists. The announcer had said “EACH GIRL WILL GET THREE SONGS TO SHOW YOU WHAT SHE CAN DO. NO RULES!!! DANCING, FULL NUDITY, TOYS, WHATEVER SHE WANTS. AFTER ALL FIVE FINISH YOU’LL GET TO VOTE FOR THE GRAND PRIZE WINNER.”
I stood at the back of the stage while the other four girls took their turns. The first two were good dancers (I had to admit), and real sluts. There was no way I could compete with them. The second girl stopped dancing and played with herself right up there in front of everybody. She had this big purple thing that she started licking, and then she took it and put it all the way up inside her pussy. It looked a lot like that magic wand! After the music stopped after her last song you could still hear her moaning while she thrashed around until she came right there in front of everybody.
The next girl tried to dance, and she was very graceful (especially after all her clothes were off) but all of us knew we didn’t have a chance anymore. The girl before me was trembling even before she stepped out into the spotlight, and as soon as the music started she just froze. She stood there for a full minute before she turned and rushed off the stage. I think she was crying.
I knew exactly how she felt as the announcer took my hand and lead me out into the spotlight. The music started and I tried to dance. I’m a good dancer. I’ve had six years of ballet and I took every dance class I could in school, but I was scared. I couldn’t move, I could hardly breath. Hundreds of eyes were staring at me, and video cameras recorded every instant, but there were no cheers now.
Suddenly I felt two feminine hands gently caress my shoulders from behind. A wave of comfort and relief washed over me as her huge breasts pressed into my back and spilled against the sides of my neck. I gave out a little moan and leaned back against her, feeling warm and safe. That only lasted until she reached around and expertly unclasped the hooks on my high collar. Then she started unbuttoning my blouse.
A familiar fragrance filled the air and I turned my head toward her face. Her lips met mine and I froze in the embrace of Darci, my lost sister! The audience broke into cheers as her hands invaded my blouse and cupped my small, braless titties. For the moment I was too shocked to resist. Her slippery tongue invaded my lips and I felt a wave of fear and confusion mingled with an astonishing but delicious feeling of what had to be horniness! I had never even kissed a boy, let alone a girl, let alone my big sister in front of a cheering crowd of horny guys! How twisted was that, that I was starting to love it?
My nipples tightened in response to her expert Sapphic touch as I turned and melted into her embrace. She felt wonderful! But not in a sisterly way. Never had I felt such amazing sexual attraction, not just because of what we were doing but because everybody was watching us. My inhibitions melted away in the growing heat radiating from my pussy throughout my body as my world turned upside down.
Darci was so much more beautiful than I remembered. She’d always had nice boobs, but now they were tremendous. If they were artificial then I promised myself right then and there I was going to get the same thing done to me; they were pillow soft and firm and warm! And they were huge! Each of them dwarfed Darci’s head.
The rest of her was just as incredible. Her eyes were as blue as her lips were glossy red. Her fine blond hair fell free, cascading over her shoulders and almost down to her bubble-butt. Her waist couldn’t be more than 20 inches, giving her the figure of a living Barbie doll. Her skin was bronzed to the darkest tan I’ve ever seen. Her legs made up more than half her height, and were incased in shiny leather platform boots that added another 8 inches to her height. They stopped just short of the thigh gap below her smooth, bare pussy. Yes, I was entranced by my sister’s pussy with a sudden passion I’d never imagined. If I could’ve wriggled free of her tight embrace I think I’d have sunk to my knees and buried my tongue inside her right there in front of the cheering crowd! What had come over me?
Instead I fixed my attention on the hard little balls sticking through both of her tits. My fingers pinched one as my lips fastened on the other. The tip of my tongue tickled the tip of her tit as I gently nibbled its base, her nipple studs just inside my teeth. I got a little thrill from her sensual moan of response. My own response started to build as her hands roamed down my back and began to caress my ass. I could feel the warm moisture overflow from my pussy and begin to leak onto my thighs as she pressed her pillowy soft breasts more urgently against my hand and mouth.
It seemed like the management had anticipated little incidents like this, because the stage had soft padding positioned where it would do the most good. Darci remained perched gracefully on her eight-inch platforms as she parted her knees to embrace my trembling body. We lingered there for a long moment, my mouth still engulfing her tit, her hands still pressing my hips forward as our pussies molded into a frustratingly exterior kiss. Even as we rubbed frantically against each other we both longed for more intimate contact.
Forgetting everything except the hunger in our pussies she tumbled backwards, pulling me with her and pushing my head down, away from her massive tits, across her flat tummy, until my nose came to rest against a tiny line of pussy hair leading from the top of her mound to the beginning of her cleft. I drank in the intoxicating aroma wafting out of her pussy as my tongue began to probe its source. I grabbed her hips as her hand wrapped around the two long pigtails on either side of my head, trapping my face just where I wanted it to be.
She squealed loudly as her rising orgasm overcame the last vestiges of her self-control. You could hear her even over the noise of the audience. I responded to their cheers and applause with a mixture of pride and desire as my tongue plunged into the depths of my sister’s spasming quim. Her girl juice covered my mouth and face as I licked up the furrow of her puss and closed my lips around the hard nubbin of her clit. Her moisture dripped from my chin as I swirled my tongue and nibbled her little button, hanging on for dear life as her hips thrashed wildly in her dance on my face.
When her hands and legs finally went limp, releasing my face from the grip of her pussy, I inhaled explosively, relieved at being able to breath again. Darci gazed lovingly down the length of her body at the sight of my face drenched in her girl cum, playing gently with the two pigtails she had used to trap my mouth tightly against her cunt. For the first time I noticed the guys lined up at the edge of the stage shooting videos and jockeying for position to film our naughtiest places.
I returned her gaze with my chin resting on her mound, knowing she was staring so deeply into my eyes that she could look all the way down into my cunt and see the longing there. We were lost in each other’s eyes.
I couldn’t help myself. It was my turn now. Still staring deeply into the blue heaven of her eyes, I rose to my hands and knees and crawled forward until my aching pussy hovered right above my sister’s beautiful face. Resting on my knees, I slowly settled my full, wet lips onto hers. The audience responded just the way I was learning to love, but my sister provided an even better response. Her tongue thrust deep inside my tight virgin pussy, bringing with it sensations I had never known nor imagined. We had won the grand prize, but we were both more interested in a more immediate prize.
After a long and wonderful time Traci cuddled me in post-orgasmic bliss. Our faces sparkled with each others juices as Darci shifted position to whisper in my ear. “You might be surprised who came to see your first dance. Take a look at that table over there by the back stage.” I shaded my eyes against the neon glare and looked out from the floor of the stage over the audience. I could see a man and a woman sitting at a table next to the stage Darci pointed at.
No. It couldn’t be! There was a little boy with them and they looked exactly like…
“Mom! Dad! Jimmie!” I exclaimed with astonishment. "What are they doing here?"
“I invited them. They were angry at first when they found out you lied to them and came here to dance, but when they found out you were doing it to help the family they came around. They didn’t like it, but they love you and they knew you were doing it for them. After they admitted that I told them the least they could do was come and support you. Plus I think daddy was interested in seeing both his girls dancing together.”
Our little show was extremely popular with the guys, but it was exhausting for a girl like me who never had sex before. After we took our bows we went to join the family and watch some of the other girls dance. It was great to see momma and daddy hug Darci and make up with her after being apart for so long. I was a little embarrassed at first, but it wasn’t easy to be shy after what they saw.
“Jimmie, what do you think of your sister now?”
“Gosh dad, I never knew she was so cool! Bob Edward’s sister was in The Program before they moved here and he got to see her naked, but wait’ll I tell the gang both of my sisters are strippers. I bet none of them ever got to see their sisters lick each other like I did!” The family broke down in laughter at Jimmie’s enthusiasm.
"Don't worry, son, I got the whole thing on video. Your friends can all get a look if they don't believe you. And especially if they do!" Everybody broke out laughing.
We talked until closing, helped along by the free drinks for the Lolita contestants. Jimmie put his head on the table and fell asleep. That night it seemed like all our problems were solved. Darci thought we could do a sister act once a week and make The Pink Pussy the hottest place in town. I thought she was right, but mainly I just liked the idea of doing it again.
“With both of you living at home and bringing in the kind of money strippers make, we’re going to be just fine until daddy can find a new job,” said mom.
“That’s right. Plus I’ll be there to help out Traci in her new career. You know sis, there are lots of things that’re important for a stripper to know, but the most important one is how to give a good lap dance. Why don’t you climb up on daddy’s lap and I’ll show you how.” Daddy smiled.
Epilog
We got home and settled down in my bed around 8 a.m. I could barely keep my eyes open, but there was one thing I wanted to know. “How did you know I was going to get so turned on up there? I was scared and embarrassed when I first went up on stage. It was like magic when you showed up and started undressing me.”
“Honey, we’re sisters. I remember exactly what it was like right after I hit puberty and discovered sex. I was at my first boy/girl party and somebody brought a bottle of booze. The girls started dancing and pretty soon the boys were all watching us. I was just as scared as you were, but the minute they got me out on the floor with everybody watching it was like I turned into a different person. At first I was just dancing, but when they started yelling to take off my clothes I found out I loved it. And so did the boys! The only hard part was waiting till I was 16 so I could get a job as a stripper. You’re so lucky. You don’t have to wait!”
“But how did you know I was going to be there in the first place?”
“I found out right after you talked to your guidance councilor. She and I had a thing ever since she found out my career goals. She called me as soon as you left her office, and I made arrangements to give you a little sisterly help.”
"Cool," I said. "I wonder if daddy is serious about running for school board? I bet The Program would be fun!"
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