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From: "La Femme Oranje" <lafemmeoranje@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Richard's Club, Chapter 2 (reluc-stripper, exhib, Mf, oral)
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Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2006 21:10:01 -0500
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*****
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*****

By La Femme Oranje

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*****


After Michelle's performance earlier that morning, I found it hard to
concentrate on my paperwork for the rest of the day. After all, when a
beautiful redhead has just peeled her clothes off for the first time in
front of you, it tends to have an effect. Especially when the girl is
horribly consumed by shame and humiliation when she does it, that's just
hot.

I wasn't especially sure that I was going to see her again that night, if
ever, so I was relieved when I finally saw her cautiously enter the club. It
was still too early, the action hadn't really started yet, but she still
obviously got a few lecherous comments from the regular punters, based on
the way that she jumped and skittered like a frightened animal anytime she
got too close to one of the tables. Obviously, she was still frightened and
nervous, so in an uncharacteristic moment of mercy, I decided that I
wouldn't make her dance tonight. Of course, she might not particularly agree
with my definition of "mercy".

She was shown to my office by security, by which time I was sitting behind
my desk, attempting to look as simultaneously confident, powerful, and
benevolent as I possibly could. I'm not sure that I pulled off the look
perfectly, as she still looked like a frightened rabbit.

"Good evening Michelle, so glad you could join us", I said. "After
considering your performance earlier this morning, I've decided that you
need some further practice, so I won't be putting you on the floor tonight".

Michelle's expression was a mixture of relief and apprehension. "But
Richard", she stammered, "I thought we had an agreement... that money you
gave me earlier isn't going to be enough".

"Oh, I still have some more work for you", I said. "I want you to perform
another, 'audition' for me".

Obviously considering that stripping for one person was preferable to
stripping for a whole roomful of perverts, Michelle agreed with more
enthusiasm than I'd seen her use yet. "Oh, sure Richard, um, what do you
want me to do?".

"Well", I smiled, picking up the outfit that I'd specially picked out for
her earlier that afternoon, and sliding it across the desk to her, "How
about you get changed into this, and come back in here and we'll talk about
it?". Her quasi-punky-gothy tartan skirt and mary jane outfit was certainly
hot, but it would get in the way of what I was planning for Michelle
tonight.

Michelle picked up the outfit and looked at me in dismay. Actually, 'outfit'
is probably a generous term to describe the fencenet bodystocking and black
heels that I had picked out for her. The heels were made of soft leather,
with a thin black strap that went around the ankle, the spiky heels not as
obtuse as the ones I'd had her tottering about on earlier, but still
sticking up high enough that she'd probably have trouble with them. Which
was part of the plan.

"Richard!", she protested, "I can't wear this!"

"Why not?", I asked.

"Because", she stammered, her eyes starting to tear up. "I'll be totally
exposed..."

I'd been prepared for this eventuality, and pulled a fifty dollar bill out
of my jacket pocket, and waved it at her. "So, how soon does the landlord
want his money?", I asked facetiously.

"But, it's so...", she seemed to search for words, "unsubtle. Do I have to
wear something so revealing?".

"This is a strip club, not a fashion show", I told her sternly. "We don't do
subtle here. Now, do you want this audition, or not?".

She looked at me for a second, pouting unhappily, before picking the outfit
up and walking down the hallway to my private change room. A few minutes
later, she re-entered my office, blushing deeply, with only the thin strings
of the bodystocking covering her gorgeous body. Most importantly, her
nipples were on full display through the holes, as was her slit. Despite
myself, I felt myself becoming very hard.

"Right", I said, "We're going to practice using the pole first". For
entertaining friends and important clients of mine, I'd had a pole installed
in the corner of my office. "I'll teach you the basics tonight, and I'm sure
that you'll figure out the rest of it on the job". I stood up, dragging my
chair closer to the pole where I could get a better look.

"What do I need to do?", she asked.

"Well, first", I started, "Walk behind the pole for me, and wrap a leg
around it". She obligingly did so, obviously still embarrassed by her near
nakedness in front of me, but apparently starting to cope with it. She
wrapped one of her legs around the shiny metal pole, steadying herself by
grabbing onto it with one hand.

"Now, I want you to see if you can spin around it for me, in that position".
She did her best to spin, but it was more like an awkward hop around the
pole. "Not bad", I said encouragingly, "Try again". She tried to spin again,
almost falling over this time, losing her balance on her spiky heel. "No,
no", I said, "That won't do at all". I stood up and walked over to her,
placing my hands on her tight, supple rear end once more. She winced at the
contact, but was otherwise silent, as I gently guided her around the pole.

"One more time?", I suggested, after I'd helped her around the pole. She
obligingly started spinning again, still a bit jerky, but much improved from
her first few times. "Good, there we go", I said approvingly.

"Now", I instructed, "I want to see you rubbing yourself against the pole".
She looked at me quizzically, not comprehending. "The punters love to see a
hot girl grinding for them", I explained.

"Grinding how?", she asked.

"Let me show you", I said, a big smile on my face, despite myself. I put my
hands on her hips and started moving them in circles, so that her slit
started rubbing against the shiny pole. I noticed, much to my approval, that
with each circle, she was depositing something pale and wet on my pole,
obviously she was enjoying herself more than she was letting on.

"Okay", she said, "I think I get it". I removed my hands from her hips and
took a step back to watch her as she moved her hips around in little
circles, her pussy rubbing sensuously against the metal of the pole.

"Remember to main eye contact with me, and give me your sexiest pout", I
said. My cock felt like it was about to explode out of my pants as she
looked me dead in the eye, and gave me a pout so hot that it could melt
bitumen. "Now, do another spin, and turn around, I want to see that bottom
of yours grinding against the pole", I instructed.

She wrapped one of her legs around the pole and spun around again, ending up
facing me with the pole behind her. She reached up with her arms and grabbed
the pole high above her head, and started rubbing her tight, nubile little
arse against the shiny metal.

"You're getting the hang of this", I said encouragingly, not having to lie.
"How do you feel?".

"I... I just want to get this done so that I can get my money and go...",
she said, the quivering, shy tone in her voice not matching in the least
degree the sexy contortions she was putting her body through right before my
very eyes.

I reached into my pocket, pulled out a hundred dollar bill, and stepped up
behind her, pulling some of the tight fishnet on her hips back just long
enough to slip the money under it, before letting it snap back into place.

"I think that's enough audition...", I said. She dropped her arms back down,
and then suddenly, as if she'd suddenly rediscovered shame, moved to cover
her breasts with them. I made a mental note that I'd have to train that out
of her, but I was willing to put up with it for the time being. It was time
to put the second part of my plans for Michelle tonight into action. "How
much do you need to pay off your landlord?", I enquired innocently.

She blushed. "Four, five hundred", she said. "Once I've got that, I'm going
to stop working... I only need the money to get out of trouble". Four, to
five hundred! But then, looking at her, I decided it was worth the money.

"I may be able to help you there", I said. "Remember how this morning, I
said that we might be able to help you make some extra money beyond what
stripping will get you?".

She looked at me apprehensively. "Yes...", she trailed off.

"Well, I might be able to help you out with getting out of trouble. Are you
interested?"

"What would I have to do?"

"Well, I'll give you four hundred dollars if you suck my cock, right here
and now".

She recoiled in shock. "What did you say?".

"I said, I'll give you four hundred if you give me a blowjob. Take it or
leave it".

It was obvious from the look on her face that she wanted to leave it, but
she still hesitated. I could see that the lure of money was being to crack
her innocent exterior and corrupt her deep inside. "Won't that get you out
of debt?", I added, more gently.

She nodded slowly. "Yes it will...", she said softly and quietly. "Alright",
she then said a bit louder. "I'll do it... for four hundred".

"Excellent", I beamed. Four hundred bucks for a blowjob was a lot of money
to pay, but in time, I figured I'd be able to get down to her feeling lucky
to only have to suck my cock before she started work. I stood up, undoing my
pants, finally releasing my cock which stuck out towards her like a
fencepost. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.

"Have you ever seen a cock before?", I asked. I was guessing that she
hadn't.

"No", she said softly. "I've never... done this before either".

"That's alright", I said. "I'll teach you how to suck cock like a blowjob
queen. Come over here, and kneel down in front of me". Obligingly, she did
so, kneeling down so that her pretty face was level with my rapidly
hardening prick.

"We'll start slowly", I instructed her. "Wrap your palm around the shaft at
the base, and hold on". She gingerly reached up with her right hand and
wrapped it around my cock, holding it firmly. I smiled, and adjusted her
grip, and then started gently rubbing her hand up and down. "I want you to
keep rubbing me like this, the whole time", I said.

She looked up at me and nodded, her eyes red and puffy, obviously holding
back tears. Some girls are stoic and brave the first time that they get paid
for the use of their bodies, but girls like Michelle made no attempt to hold
back their fear and shame. I decided that I liked that better.

"Now", I said, once she'd gotten the hang of wanking my cock. I want you to
kiss the head of my cock, right on the tip". She cautiously leaned forward,
a tear rolling down her face, and gave the tip of my swollen purple cock
head a little peck. "That's good", I encouraged her, a brief moan escaping
my lips. "Now, keep kissing it, without taking your lips off it".

She leaned forward again and resumed kissing, her clumsy sucking on the tip
of my cock bringing forward soft moans from my mouth. I ran my fingers
through her wavy red hair with one of my hands, eventually gently gripping
the back of her head with it, holding her steady in front of me.

"Alright", I instructed when it started to get too much for me. "I want you
to take the head of it into your mouth, and keep sucking gently on it". I
gently pulled her head forward onto my cock as she gingerly opened her
mouth, and I moaned softly as I felt her warm, wet mouth close around it.
"Good girl", I said, "Wrap your lips around it nice and tightly and suck".

She looked up at me as her lips wrapped themselves around my iron-hard cock,
her eyes all red and puffy, and a couple of tears rolling down her face.
Mentally, I made a note that next time we did this, I'd make her wear eye
makeup, because if there was anything hotter than a teary girl giving you a
blowjob, it was a teary girl giving you a blowjob and smearing her makeup
all over her face.

I was starting to get close to blowing my load, and I decided that rather
than dragging things out, I'd finish up with her and let her go home. The
blowjob she'd given me was still a bit clumsy and amateurish, which was all
a part of the charm, but with the amount of practice I was planning on
giving her, I was sure that I'd be able to turn her into a little blowjob
queen.

"Ok", I said to her, "I'm about to finish up, I don't want you to get up
until I tell you to, or spit anything up, do you understand?".

She looked up at me, and nodded, my cock still lodged in her soft, warm
mouth.

I started gently rocking my hips, rubbing the head of my cock slightly
against her tongue, and before long I was ready to cum. I let out a long,
low moan as I began to pump my sticky white cum directly into her mouth. She
immediately started to gag, and tried instinctively to pull her head back
off my squirting cock, but I held her head firm until I'd completely
finished squirting my sperm into her.

Once I was done, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, making sure to leave a
sticky little trail down her chin as I went. She looked as if she was about
to gag or puke, but I wanted to see her swallow down her first load of cum.
"Michelle", I said sternly, if any of that leaves your mouth, you're not
going to get a cent, do you understand?

She dutifully nodded, and I continued, "I want you to swallow it all down,
and then open your mouth so that I can make sure that it's all gone". She
screwed her face up and closed her eyes, obviously not happy about the
reality of her situation, but after a couple of little gagging sounds, she
finally managed to choke it all down. Remaining in front of me on her knees,
she opened up her mouth.

I put my fingers inside her mouth, roughly groping around inside her soft
wet mouth to make sure that she wasn't trying to trick me and hide my seed
under her tongue or anything. Fortunately, she was an honest as she was
beautiful; there wasn't a trace of cum anywhere that I could feel in her
mouth. I stepped back and gestured for her to stand up, as I went to my desk
and opened the cash drawer to pull out the money.

She looked disgusted with herself as she took the money, but she still took
it. "Are you finished?", she asked, "Can I go home?"

"Sure", I said, grinning like a dead fox, handing her the money. "I assume
you'll be here on time for work, tomorrow night?"

She nodded. "Do I have to wear heels like these?", she asked, as she kicked
off her exaggerated high heels.

I made a show of thinking about it. "Of course, if that makes you feel more
comfortable", I said. I had no intention of letting her out there in
anything but slutheels, and in fact now that she'd mentioned it, I was going
to have to find some more extreme footwear for her to wear. But there was no
need to tell her that yet, and if I'd read her correctly, as soon as I
actually had her in my office, the promise of more money would be too much
for her to refuse anything.

She relaxed a little bit, and I noticed that she was no longer making as
much of an effort to cover herself with her arms. "Alright", she said,
"I'll... I guess that I'll see you tomorrow".

I sat back down in my office chair and looked at her. "I'm looking forward
to it, don't be late". I grinned, and then added, "And don't forget to get
changed before you go".

She blushed heavily as she slid out of my office, her fishnet covered butt
scooting out of my door for the relative safety of the change room. It was
days like this, that I really enjoyed what I did.
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