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The usual disclaimer applies. If you are under 18, get out. If you
don't like stories about sex, get out. If you can't distinguish
between reality and fantasy, definitely get out. All characters are
fictional and are a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to
actual persons, dead or alive, is wholly coincidental. The reader
agrees to hold harmless the author.
Also, this story is mine. Please do not use it without my permission.
If reposting it to ASS, please do so in its entirety without
alterations, including this disclaimer--all of it.
A little introduction: Sorry its taken me so long to continue the
story. I’ve had trouble posting. What follows is Chs. 14 and 15.
Earlier chapters can be found at www.deja.com. Thank you to all who
sent me messages. Due to liability concerns, I can not send individual
copies of my story via e-mail. Any and all comments are welcome.
b_nyc
Chapter 14
Chloe, Billy, Joe, and Wade stood nervously, one a little more
nervously than the others, inside the windowless foyer of a place
called the Leopard Executive Lounge. After the movie, the boys had
made Chloe drive around looking for strip clubs. As they got deeper
into downtown, there seemed to be one on every corner. They finally
settled on this one—-only because they thought the neon Leopard looked
‘dope’—-and now Billy was talking to a rather husky usher with a
goatee. The scene was becoming all too familiar to Chloe: as she stood
by in her degrading outfit, Billy would negotiate their entry. Chloe
knew what the price of admission would be.
"Yeah she is cute," agreed the suspicious 5’6’’, 280 pound
usher, "but I still have to know how old you are."
Billy then grabbed Mrs. Myers and placed her directly in front
of the usher. "We’re old enough," he said with commendable
confidence. The usher was not amused by the implication.
"I don’t have time to play games with you, kid," said the
usher. "Either show me your I.D.’s or get the hell out."
Billy realized that he was in for a tougher task than he
originally thought. It dawned on him that the prospect of seeing a
naked cheerleader—-even one as beautiful as Mrs. Myers—-may not be so
novel at a strip joint. Nevertheless, he had faith in Mrs. Myers’
‘assets’ and decided to push on. He went behind her and lifted up her
top revealing her luscious breasts. "Let’s just say we’re 36, 24, 36
years old," he said with a sly grin. That was remarkably accurate,
thought Chloe.
The usher was taken aback by the sudden display of flesh; he
didn’t expect someone to be naked here in the foyer. Furthermore, the
cheerleader’s tits were as fine as any he had seen inside the Lounge.
Still, he was able to maintain a poker face and decided to play it
cool. "I see that all the time, pal. You’ll have to do better than
that."
"Fine," said Billy accepting the challenge. While leaving her
sweater bunched up over her breasts, he reached around to the front of
Mrs. Myers’ skirt and lifted the hem. "How about this?"
The fat usher gawked at Chloe’s neatly trimmed bush and still
puffy lips peeking out from between her thighs. He certainly did not
expect the cheerleader to be pantyless. He took in the entire sight
and noticed just how pretty her face was. She’s gorgeous, he thought,
she’d make a fortune dancing.
Chloe hugged herself around the midriff and tried to fight the
humiliation she was feeling. How many more times do I have to be
naked, she wondered. Just then, the outer door opened and three middle-
aged men in suits burst in. They seemed a little drunk.
"Whoa!" said the first to notice Chloe. "I guess the show’s
out here tonight."
Chloe bit her lip and closed her eyes, literally wincing in
pain.
The added company snapped the usher’s attention away from the
cheerleader’s incredible body. A barely perceptible frown creased his
forehead as he pondered his next move. "I see that all the time, too,"
he said to Billy as nonchalantly as he could. "You still have to come
up with something better." This was a lie. The lounge was only a
topless bar, as were all the clubs in Springfield, and he had gotten
nowhere near any pussy since he started working there, frustrating the
very reason he applied for a position in the first place.
Billy sensed the weakness in the usher’s last remark and
decided to call his bluff. "Well, I guess that’s it then," said Billy,
much to Chloe’s relief, "She really wanted to come here but I suppose
we’ll have to go somewhere else . . ." Billy dropped the hem and
turned to walk out.
"Aww, come on!" pleaded one of the businessmen behind them.
"Let ‘em in," said another.
"At least let the babe in," pleaded the third.
"I’ll even pay the cover," said the first again.
"Yeah," said Joe.
"Come on," chimed Wade.
The usher finally gave in. "Alright, alright! They can come
in. But that’ll be 20 bucks for the four of them," He said to the
businessmen. He would have let them in anyway—-for free, even, if he
could cop a feel.
The oldest looking of the businessmen, the one with gray
temples, pulled out a money clip bulging with bills. He slipped out
two $20’s and handed them to the usher. "That’s for all seven of us,"
he said while making an overly large gesture with his arm. He
disregarded the attempt at change. "Now let us in."
Billy was genuinely touched by the generosity of the stranger
and admired his charisma. He was prepared to let the usher get a feel
of Mrs. Myers in exchange for the cover charge; now he didn’t have to
go through the bullshit. He was feeling magnanimous. Once again, he
pulled Chloe aside and whispered instructions into her ear; once again,
Chloe turned white with fear.
The three businessmen waited with mature patience for the three
boys and the incredible blonde to make their way inside the club. They
were eager to get inside themselves but didn’t mind staring at the
wonderful set of boobs standing right in front of them. They could
wait, they decided. Unexpectedly, the blonde turned, still topless,
and walked up to the man who paid the cover and put her arms around his
neck. "Thank you for being so nice," she said softly, and proceeded to
give him a kiss. At first, the man was too shocked to know how to
respond. His arms hung limply by his side. He did notice, however,
that the girl was trembling. Soon, he was getting aroused and knew
what to do. He reached around the girl’s slim waist and returned the
kiss just as she was about to pull away. He kissed her passionately
and let his hands roam all over her body. One hand cupped her ass
while the other cupped her breast. He slipped his tongue inside her
mouth and swirled it around. Then he used both hands to squeeze her
firm round ass and pull the cheeks apart. A finger grazed her anus and
she gasped, jerking herself away. She stared at the man in shock, then
quickly looked away.
Chloe felt a mixture of fear and shame. She was disgusted at
what she was told to do, and felt like a whore for having done it. In
front of everybody, she kissed a man she didn’t know and let him grope
her body. His hands touched her in all her private places and she
initiated it. Now she had to do the same with the other two. Chloe
walked up to the second man and tentatively put her arms around his
neck. He smelled less like alcohol than the first, and wore better
cologne. In fact, this man smelled rather pleasant. In different
circumstances, she would have found him attractive. While looking into
the knot of his tie, she again said softly, "Thank you for being so
nice." She swallowed hard and, while still avoiding his eyes, lifted
her mouth to meet his. The man very gently, even romantically, touched
her chin and eased her mouth open. He kissed her deeply. His other
hand came up and massaged the back of her neck. This guy knows how to
kiss, thought Chloe. While still locked in a passionate embrace, the
hand on her chin moved down and lightly stroked her nipple. Chloe
moaned. His touch was so soft it was almost a whisper. She expected
his hand to move farther down to her crotch, maybe even wanted it to,
but it did not. Like a gentleman, he released her from their embrace
and cupped her face with both hands. "No, thank you," he said quietly,
and gave her one, final, parting peck on the tip of her nose. Chloe
looked up and stared into the man’s eyes. She saw in him . . . warmth.
The third man was growing impatient. It was now his turn, and
he wanted it. He grabbed Chloe by the arm and jerked her away from his
buddy. Before Chloe could utter a sound, the man planted a rough kiss
on her mouth. Chloe tasted the foul stench of cigarettes, booze, and
coffee. This man was repulsive, but she did what she was told, and
mindlessly put her arms around his neck. The man was rough and pressed
his body firmly against hers, sandwiching her against a wall. She
could feel his growing erection against her thigh. His tongue roamed
the inside of her mouth as his hands roamed the outside of her body.
He squeezed a breast and pinched a nipple. Chloe squealed at the
sudden pain but the sound was muffled by the kiss. Then both hands
moved to her ass and began kneading it like firm dough. Her cheeks
were pressed together and pulled apart, squeezed tight and rubbed in
circles. All the while, his mouth never left hers. With a loud smack,
one hand slapped her butt cheek. Chloe let out another muffled
squeal. He pulled the cheek away, and with his other hand, ran his
fingers along her pussy lips. Her eyes went wide in alarm as she tried
to push him away. She was practically being raped! Suddenly, she felt
a finger enter her cunt and another probe her anus. This time she
screamed into the man’s mouth. She tried to roll her hips away from
the man’s hands but succeeded only in rubbing her crotch against his
bulging erection. She thought she was going to die.
"Hey, that’s enough, Frank," said the second man as he pulled
his friend off the girl.
"Fuck that! She’s a slut. She wants it," said Frank as he
tried to go back for more.
"No. That’s enough," said the first man. "Let’s go inside and
check out the talent."
Reluctantly, Frank released her from his clutches, leaving
Chloe panting and gasping for breath against the wall. She put her
hands to her face, rubbed her eyes, then pulled her sweater back down
over her breasts. She also remembered to reach behind her and pull
down the hem of her skirt that Frank had tucked into her waistband.
Frank ran his fingers through his hair and straightened his
tie. "Yeah," he said, "there’s a lot more sluts inside." With that,
the three businessmen went in.
Joe, Billy, and Wade stood there mulling over their individual
thoughts. Joe was envious of the three men and a little upset. They
got to do more with Mrs. Myers than he had done. He was upset that
neither he, nor Billy or Wade, was the first to get a kiss from Mrs.
Myers. He yearned to kiss her, to feel her, to have her kiss him.
Most of all, he wanted to fuck her. Billy saw in the three businessmen
something familiar; he saw himself and Joe and Wade in 20 years. He
admired how the first man was taken by surprise but had enough cool to
make the most of the opportunity; how the second man was so confident
and easy with Mrs. Myers that he made her moan with barely a touch; and
finally, how the third man knew what he wanted and took it. Billy
could not decide who of the three he wanted to be. To Wade, the scene
seemed like one out of a movie, one of those on late night cable where
the actors got naked and kissed but never went any further, at least
not on screen anyway. He wanted to see more. He wanted to go inside
the Leopard Executive Lounge.
Once inside, their senses were overwhelmed. They stood just
inside the doorway, unable to move and digest the wonderful scene at
the same time. Chloe, too, was amazed at the spectacle. She had never
been to a strip club either. Loud rock music blared from huge overhead
speakers, strobe lights flashed, neon glinted, and there were naked
women everywhere! There was a woman on stage, on all fours, wriggling
her ass at the audience. There were half-naked women among the crowd
dancing between men’s legs. There were cocktail waitresses in thongs
with glitter on their chests. Chloe was astounded at the ease with
which these women handled their nudity. Have they no shame?
"This is the greatest day of our lives," said Joe. No one else
could speak.
"Excuse me," said a man in his early twenties.
"Huh?" said Joe. The others did not notice the tuxedoed man
standing next to Joe.
"I said, can I get you a table?"
"Uh . . . sure?" replied Joe not really confident of his
answer. He managed to get the others’ attention and the three boys and
one blushing woman followed the tuxedo guy to a booth against the back
wall directly opposite the jutting catwalk. They noticed that the
three businessmen from the lobby were sitting right next to the stage,
the way one would saddle up to a bar, and were waving money at the
dancer.
The three boys sat there without speaking, absorbing the
delights of this incredible candy store. This was better than anything
they could have imagined. When a thong clad waitress came to take
their order, they thought they were in heaven.
"What’ll it be guys?"
"I’ll have a root beer," said Joe.
"And I’ll take a Mountain Dew," Wade followed.
Billy could not believe what he was hearing. He would have to
talk to the fellas about this later. But for now, he’d have to carry
the load of being cool. "I’ll have a . . . vodka martini, and make
that shaken not stirred," he said smugly.
The waitress thought this had to be a joke. "A vodka martini,
a root beer, and a Mountain Dew, huh?" she asked suspiciously. She
stared at the three boys as they nodded briskly in return. "Just how
old are you guys, anyway?"
As usual, Joe and Wade waited for Billy to respond, and, as
usual, he didn’t disappoint. "If we weren’t old enough," he said with
the same smugness, "would Jake have let us in?"
It had been a long day and the waitress was too tired to
argue. She decided to let it go. "Did you want anything?" she asked
turning to the pretty girl sitting quietly. It seemed strange that
this beautiful woman would be sitting here with these three boys, she
thought. If anything, she should be dancing. Chloe shook her head.
The cocktail waitress turned to get the drinks when her three years of
experience as a waitress kicked in. "That’ll be $11.95, up front."
Billy was caught off guard, but rallied. He knew the usual
Mrs. Myers ‘currency’ wouldn’t work in this situation. "Joe, give her
twenty bucks," he said calmly. Then he turned to Joe and gave him a
laser stare before he could argue. Joe knew what the look meant. He
reached in his pockets and pulled out all his money. He had a ten and
six singles, each wadded up into a ball, and a bunch of change. After
laying it all out on the table, he scooped it up and placed it on the
waitress’s tray. Some of the coins fell on the floor.
"Keep the change," said Joe with a sheepish grin. The waitress
rolled her eyes.
"This is not my day," she said as she walked away shaking her
head.
After the initial shock of seeing so many naked women wore off,
Chloe felt strangely comforted. There were plenty of other women
around so she was no longer the center of every man’s lustful
attention, although she did notice the occasional quick glance. She
also wasn’t the most scantily clad—-far from it, actually—-and her
outfit did not seem all that unusual. The boys had their drinks and
were happily preoccupied. Curiously, Billy seemed to take a liking to
his martini. She sat relaxed for the first time in a long time, and
counted the number of fake boobs: The woman on stage . . . yes. The
cocktail waitress on the left . . . probably. The dancer between the
legs of the truck driver looking guy . . . maybe—-wow, she’s a cutie
too; she’d look better without the big hair. The dancer waiting off to
the side of the stage . . . definitely! . . .
Suddenly, another man in a tux came up and stood right in front
of their table, totally blocking their view of the stage. He was
bigger than the guy who seated them and had a serious look on his
face. Gig’s up, thought Chloe. I guess we’re being booted.
"We have a problem," said the man. The three boys expected the
worst. Chloe was indifferent. "My name’s Tony. I’m the manager of
this place."
"Hi," said Wade.
Tony ignored the salutation. "Seems your little friend here is
causing quite a stir." He pointed at Chloe but looked at Billy. "A
lot of our guests have been asking when she’s going on stage. I tell
them she’s not a dancer here and they get upset. I don’t like it when
my guests are upset. Catch my drift?"
Billy’s mind started churning and a grin came to his face.
"What do you say we do about it?" he asked devilishly.
"Either she goes on stage, or all a’ yuz gonna have to leave.
Some of the girls are getting pissed too."
"Let me think about this for a minute," said Billy.
Chloe was mad. She was infuriated that this man talked to
Billy as if she wasn’t even there. They wanted her to go on stage but
they didn’t even consult her. Why didn’t he ask me, she thought. I’m
just a whore and Billy’s my pimp, is that it? Women in this place are
nothing but objects, meat to be bought and sold for the pleasure of
men. She was seething. Hey, wait a minute. Did he just say I’d have
to go on stage? Chloe felt a kind of fear that touched her soul.
"It seems to me," said Billy, "that it’d be better for you if
she went on stage than to have us leave. Right?"
"Yeah, that’s probably true," said Tony.
"And we would certainly prefer to stay . . . . So, it sounds
to me like its a no-brainer."
"What?" said Wade.
"No, Wade. I wasn’t talking to you." Billy said with a
frustrated scowl. He turned back to Tony, "She’ll just have to go on
stage."
"O.k.," said Tony, "Its a deal. When we’re ready for her, I’ll
send someone to get her."
Chloe’s fear intensified.
"There’s just one small thing we need to discuss, though," said
Billy as he eased himself out of the booth. He and Tony then proceeded
to have a private conversation off to the side. The conversation ended
with the two of them laughing and shaking hands. They seemed to have
hit it off during their private little chat.
"That’s no problem my man," said Tony with a smile. "I’ll take
care of it."
Chloe was afraid to ask, but knew it had to be bad.
Chapter 15
Fifteen agonizing minutes later, an incredibly stunning
redheaded woman in a skin-tight evening gown walked up to their table.
"Hi, I’m Raven. I’m here to take Miss Chloe Myers backstage to
get ready for her performance."
"Cool," said Joe, and all three of them pointed at Chloe—-as if
Raven couldn’t have figured it out. Chloe looked up at the woman and
tried to plead her way out of it with her eyes. Raven stared at the
angelic face tucked under the hat and felt a twinge in her crotch.
This cheerleader was cute!
With wobbly knees, Chloe took Raven’s extended hand and got
up. They made their way hand-in-hand through the throng of men,
eliciting wild hoots and hollers the whole way. They reached the
backstage area and Chloe felt like she was going to throw up.
"I can’t do this," she said on the verge of tears. "I’ve never
done anything like this before. I don’t know what to do. There’s all
these men! They’ll see me naked!" She was babbling incorrigibly.
Raven gave her a comforting hug and stroked the back of her
head like a little baby, "Shhhh, Honey, it’ll be o.k. Its always hard
the first time, but its also a rush and you might like it."
"I’m too scared. I don’t know if I can move let alone take off
my clothes."
"Don’t worry about that. Raven will take care of everything.
You won’t have to do a thing."
Chloe felt better. Does that mean I won’t have to strip,
thought Chloe. Before she could ask, Raven had already started walking
away.
"Now just wait here," she called back. "I’ll be right back,"
she said, and her full, swaying hips disappeared behind a curtain.
Chloe stood there shaking.
A few minutes later, Raven reemerged as a whole different
person. She replaced the tight evening gown she wore earlier with a
conservative blue business suit, complete with slacks and white
blouse. Her hair was up in a bun and she wore glasses. She looked
more like a stock-broker than a stripper.
"After this song is over, we’re up," said Raven.
Then it dawned on Chloe. She wasn’t trying to look like a
stock-broker, she was trying to look like a TEACHER! She’s the teacher
and I’m the cheerleader! I would have to get naked after all, and the
performance was going to be a duet!
"I can’t do this," said Chloe again.
"Yes you can," said Raven. "I’ll make sure you have a good
time."
"I don’t think so," said Chloe.
"Here, let me put this on you. It’ll be easier." Raven pulled
out a bright red handkerchief and proceeded to blindfold Chloe. It
didn’t help. She was still scared to death.
The song ended and a voice came over the loud speaker. Chloe’s
heart pounded frantically. "And now," said the booming voice, "the
Leopard Executive Lounge is proud to present . . . The Teacher’s
Pet!!!" Chloe heard loud clapping and cheering, then a fast-paced rock
song blared from overhead. Chloe felt the adrenaline rush as Raven
took her hand and led her, presumably, on stage. She took three more
steps and was greeted by thunderous applause.
Billy, Joe, and Wade couldn’t stand the anticipation. They
were going to see their beautiful 8th grade teacher do a striptease.
This was beyond their wildest dreams. They had waited thirty minutes
for this moment; it may as well have been a lifetime. Finally, a
blindfolded Mrs. Myers was dragged on stage by a conservatively dressed
redhead. Was that Raven? All eyes soon turned to the trembling
cheerleader. The music pulsed and Raven walked to the beat,
exaggerating her side to side movements. She brought Mrs. Myers three
fourths of the way to the end of the stage where there stood a pole.
She positioned Mrs. Myers in front of it and circled her twice while
dancing seductively. Every once in a while she would rub her chest on
Mrs. Myers body much to the delight of the audience.
Chloe did not know what was going on but was extremely grateful
for the blindfold. It was a lifesaver. She sensed that Raven was
dancing around her and rubbing her body up against her, but it was
somehow easier to take with the blindfold on. This way, she couldn’t
see the audience and wouldn’t have to bear the shameful weight of their
stare. She felt less like a participant in this degrading act and
could thus maintain some semblance of dignity, at least in her mind,
anyway.
The boys watched spellbound as Raven grabbed Mrs. Myers’ arms
and brought them over her head, further accentuating their 8th grade
teacher’s incredible breasts. Deftly, Raven locked Mrs. Myers’ wrists
in a set of handcuffs that were attached high up on the pole by an O-
ring. All the while, Raven never stopped swaying her tantalizing round
ass.
Before she knew it, Chloe could not move her arms. She tried
to pull them free but realized it was useless. Raven stepped aside to
reveal her prized catch and the crowd erupted. They knew they were in
for a special night. Chloe felt more vulnerable than ever before, more
so, even, than when she was tied to the deck this morning—-there were
more people now and she knew she would soon be naked in front of them.
Raven continued to do a sexy dance behind Mrs. Myers and the
pole. She reached around and began touching Chloe all over. She
started by rubbing the front of Chloe’s thigh just below the hem of the
skirt. She gave them a firm squeeze then moved her hands to the sides
of Chloe’s hips. She lifted the hem slightly, but not enough to show
any pussy. She then proceeded to feel Chloe over her clothes. The
crowd went wild. With her left hand, she held the skirt down over
Chloe’s crotch while her other hand lifted up on the right, teasingly
revealing a thigh. Raven released the skirt but continued to feel
Chloe over her clothes. She brought her hands up and squeezed Chloe’s
tits. She hefted the globes and pushed them together, rubbing them
against each other. As the crowd’s cheers got louder, Chloe’s face got
redder.
Before long, Chloe felt Raven release her breasts and cup her
face. Next she felt the hands slide to the back of her head and tug at
the blindfold. NO! She wouldn’t!, her mind screamed in denial. She
can’t be untying my blindfold! Chloe was almost hysterical when she
realized that she was. Why!, she thought. "Please," Chloe begged,
"Please don’t take that off. I don’t want to see them looking at me!
I can’t!" But her plea was drowned out by the cheers and the music.
Raven would have ignored her anyway. Soon Raven loosed the knot and,
without warning, flung the blindfold into the crowd. Involuntarily,
Chloe’s eyes flew open. She was instantly terrified. There were a sea
of faces and a hundred pairs of eyes gazing upon her. Men in suits,
men in denim, men in tuxes—-they were all looking at her, checking out
her body, watching her reaction. She was the center of a horrible
universe and could do nothing about it.
Raven sensed her fear, and nibbled on the cheerleader’s ear.
"They all want to fuck you," Raven purred into her ear enticingly.
"Every man in this room wants to put his cock inside you . . . ."
Chloe looked around and knew Raven was right; she could feel it in
their stares. Chloe was shocked at the revelation and deeply
embarrassed. Raven went back to feeling Chloe’s breasts over her
clothes, then reached up, grabbed Chloe’s hat, and flung it into the
audience. Chloe forgot she was even wearing a hat. Raven licked her
ear some more before dancing to the front of the stage. The crowd let
out another cheer. Chloe closed her eyes.
The three boys watched as Raven pranced back and forth in front
of Mrs. Myers. She rolled her hips, shimmied her shoulders, and did
the magical bump and grind. She continued to dance to the music while
unbuttoning her blazer. She took it off and forcefully threw it to the
curtain behind her. Next, she untucked her blouse and, one by one,
loosened the buttons. When all the buttons were undone, she grabbed
the front of the blouse with both hands and held them . . . closed.
With practiced ease, and with her shirt still closed, she danced to the
very front of the stage and spread her legs. When the music hit a
crescendo, she dramatically tilted her head back and flung open her
shirt, thrusting her huge breasts toward the audience. She had on a
white, lace bra that barely contained her globes. Her aureoles could
be seen easily through the sheer fabric and her erect nipples were
trying their hardest to poke through. The crowd went crazy, more so
because of the drama than the display. Some even gave each other high-
fives.
Chloe heard the cheers and opened her eyes to see what was
going on. She saw Raven standing directly in front her, easing her
shirt off her shoulders. Chloe could tell Raven was now rubbing her
boobs. Then Raven turned around. She faced Chloe with her back to the
audience. Chloe couldn’t help noticing how beautiful Raven was. Even
in her bra and slacks, Chloe could make out the exquisite curves of her
hourglass figure. With her long auburn hair, rich tan, full lips,
green eyes, and thin nose, Chloe thought Raven was the most striking
woman she had ever seen. All of her features were so exaggerated that
she almost seemed like a caricature. Raven noticed that Chloe was
staring and gave her an alluring wink. Chloe gasped at the unexpected
gesture. Raven slowly leaned forward at the waist, while keeping her
legs straight and together, never taking her eyes off Chloe.
Raven’s ass stuck out robustly as she arched her back and
lifted her head. Her swaying ass, perched high on the stage, seemed to
be suspended over the crowd. She rubbed her butt and slapped it a
couple times. Raven stood up straight again as her hands went to her
waist. She looked back over her shoulder and gave the audience a
coquettish smile as she slowly lowered her zipper. Even from behind,
the audience saw her forearm move from her waist to her crotch and knew
exactly what she was doing. They cheered lustily. Raven leaned
forward again while arching her back. The top of her white thong
panties appeared. She grabbed the slacks at her waist and gently eased
them down over her cheeks while swaying her ass from side to side in
long, slow, delicious pans. She revealed more and more of her full,
round, ass until, finally, her thong covered pussy appeared between her
cheeks. Her pubic mound was large and full and stuck out like a wedged
baseball. When the slacks were free of her hips, she released her grip
and let them fall to her ankles. She had on a pair of white, thigh-
high stockings with lace at the top. The white fabric contrasted
sharply against her skin, framing her hips and ass, accentuating them
further. She looked over her shoulder again and gave the crowd a wink,
then blew them a kiss. It was a kiss good-bye. From this moment on,
her sole focus would be on Chloe. She was determined to seduce the
sexy cheerleader. She fixed a provocative glare on the frightened
woman.
Raven fell forward onto all fours and proceeded to crawl out of
the slacks at her feet, giving the boys, and everyone else, a great
view of her shapely bottom. She looked like a lioness stalking her
prey as she slinked toward the handcuffed Mrs. Myers. Billy, Joe, and
more than a few other men, noticed the growing, wide-eyed apprehension
on Mrs. Myers’ face as Raven got closer. All it did was turn them on
more. Seeing what seemed to be genuine fear on the captured woman’s
face elicited deep-rooted, primal desires of what they wanted to do to
her. Fantasies of lust and power filled their consciousness.
Raven finally reached Chloe but remained on her hands and
knees. Then to everyone’s surprise, Raven began licking Mrs. Myers’
feet. The boys could see Raven sucking on Mrs. Myers’ toes from
between Raven’s spread thighs. A few more cheers went up from the
audience, but, oddly, not as much as before. Raven continued suckling
on Mrs. Myers’ toes for another few minutes. Then she leaned back on
her heels, lifted her head up, arched her back, and leaned way
backward, resting on her elbows so that her head touched the stage.
Her head was upside down facing the audience and her crotch was pointed
toward Mrs. Myers. The position looked painful, but did serve to
highlight her magnificent chest. Raven held the position for another
second then, finally, kicked her legs out and laid on her back. She
quickly extended her long legs and spread them, forming a majestic
"V". She opened and closed her legs a few more times then planted both
feet firmly on the ground. She lifted up her butt and back and reached
under her to unclasp her bra. That done, she brought her hips back
down, rolled her shoulders forward, and slipped off the bra. Without
looking, she threw it to the back of the stage where it landed on top
of her blazer. A few more cheers went up from the audience, but this
time even less than before.
Chloe could not stop looking at the voluptuous woman sprawled
out in front of her. As the woman undulated her hips, she loosened her
hair from its bun, releasing a thick mane of fiery red hair. She
noticed too that Raven had not stopped looking at her. Chloe was
mesmerized by what Raven was doing and by what she had done. What is
she trying to do, Chloe wondered. Is she trying to turn me on? Chloe
was in a trance as she saw Raven lift up her hips and seemingly point
her crotch right at her face. Raven grabbed both her breasts and were
playing with them furiously. She tweaked and pulled the nipples, even
managing to suck on them. Then she brought one hand down and rubbed
her pussy through the fabric of her thong. She soon developed a carnal
rhythm where her hips bucked to the music and her wonderful tits
bounced to the beat. Still, even while she masturbated through her
panties and licked her own nipples, she did not stop looking at Chloe.
Chloe was in such a daze that she could not distinguish the difference
between the camera flashes and the strobe lights.
Wade watched in wonder as this Raven woman rubbed her crotch in
front of his teacher. Then he saw Raven roll over, get up, and slowly
stand directly in front of Mrs. Myers. Raven pulled her close until
they were pressed firmly together, and straddled her legs. Raven
slowly began grinding her crotch against one of Mrs. Myers’ thighs.
Standing together as they were, Wade noticed just how large this woman
was. She seemed to dwarf Mrs. Myers by half a foot. Raven looked
about 5’10’’ or 5’11’’. She also had really large tits and wide hips.
Her slim waist only exaggerated her full figure. Raven seemed to be
the 64-ounce, big-gulp version of Mrs. Myers. They both had fantastic
figures and had similar proportions; one was just bigger than the
other. To Wade, Raven looked exactly like the superheroines in his
comic books.
Raven wished to God she could take off her thong, but knew it
was against the law in Springfield to do so. She was getting so turned
on. This cheerleader was just about the prettiest thing she had ever
seen. Raven wanted her; the wetness between her legs told her so. She
couldn’t stand it any longer and leaned forward and kissed her. The
cheerleader kept her mouth closed at first, but after some gentle
probing, opened her mouth. Raven kissed her passionately as the
cheerleader nervously extended her tongue. Raven didn’t hear the
expected uproar from the audience. In fact, the crowd had gone eerily
silent. No matter. She continued with the intimate French kiss.
Raven pulled herself away from the cheerleader’s soft, supple
lips and stared into her eyes. Raven noticed just how frightened the
cheerleader still was. She gave her one last reassuring kiss before
she slithered behind her once again. Chloe closed her eyes, not
wanting to be reminded of where she was. A new song came over the
speakers-—it must have been the fourth or fifth—-that was slower and
more melodic than the others. Raven swayed gently to the slower song
and let her hands roam over the cheerleader’s body. She felt so soft
and so round all over. She was all feathery lines and curves, not one
harsh feature about her—-not like a man. She leaned forward and
nuzzled her neck.
Chloe felt a shiver run up her spine as the wonderful hands
were supplemented with sensational nibbling on her neck. Chloe loved
to have her neck kissed. This woman was so gentle and delicate, Chloe
lost herself in her spell. "I want you," came a soft whisper in her
ear. Chloe let out a deep moan.
The crowd too was caught in the hypnotic web of the two women
on stage. They were witnessing something they had never seen at a
strip club; they were seeing two women make love. No one clapped,
anymore. No one cheered. They all sat in enchanted silence.
While still kissing Chloe’s neck, Raven reached up from her
midriff and grabbed the hem of her sweater. Something deep inside
Chloe fought through the haze of her lust and told her this was wrong.
"No, please," she said softly.
"It’ll be alright," said Raven. "I promise." She delicately
lifted the hem of the sweater until her firm breasts were gradually
exposed. As her erect nipples finally sprung free from under the
sweater, an audible gasp came from the audience. Raven lifted higher
until the sweater rested under Chloe’s chin. She reached out and
palmed both globes. Then with the middle finger of both hands, she
traced circles around each nipple. Chloe felt her breasts tingle and a
warm rush flooded her chest. Raven tickled the sensitive undersides
of her breasts, and Chloe thought she would die. She started to squirm
against her bonds, trying to get away from the delightful fingers.
With one hand still on her breasts, Raven trailed a finger
along Chloe’s back until she reached the waistband of her skirt.
"You are so beautiful," she whispered into the cheerleader’s
ear. She pulled on a nipple and rubbed it gently between her thumb and
forefinger.
"Ohhhhmyyyyyygodddddd," moaned Chloe.
Raven’s other hand found the zipper to her skirt and slowly
began to pull down.
"Please, don’t do this," Chloe whispered again. "Don’t do this
to me. Not here . . ."
"Trust me," said Raven. "Somewhere deep inside you, you want
this." When the zipper was all the way down, Raven squatted on her
haunches, straddling the pole and Mrs. Myers. She grabbed a shin in
both hands and began moving her hands up slowly. Chloe could feel her
inner wetness leaking from her cunt as the soft hands made their way
over her knees, over her thighs, and up to her most intimate place.
When her hands reached the cheerleader’s skirt, Raven grabbed
the hem and gave it a gentle tug. The skirt came free of her flared
hips and fell to the floor with a whoosh. The audience let out another
collective gasp, louder than the one before. A bottle fell out of
someone’s hands and shattered on the floor. Everyone stared in awe at
the cheerleader’s naked pussy. Chloe was startled by the sound of
shattering glass amidst the relative calm and opened her eyes. She
looked out and saw a hundred faces, no one moving, all of them gawking
at her naked body. Even the cocktail waitresses and the other dancers
stopped what they were doing and stared at the soft, blonde, downy, fur
between Chloe’s succulent thighs. For many in the audience, the sight
of Mrs. Myers, trembling and naked, wearing high heels, with her wrists
bound helplessly above her, would be the single most erotic thing they
would ever see in their lives. Chloe pressed her legs tightly together
and tried to fight the wave of humiliation that threatened to overwhelm
her.
Raven, too, was taken aback. She totally expected the woman to
have panties on. She would not have taken off her skirt if she knew
she was naked underneath. This is one hot babe, she thought. But now
that she was totally exposed, there was no turning back. There was no
way she was stopping now. She quickly stood up and whispered into the
cheerleader’s ear. "Let yourself go. You’re so hot. Don’t stop
now." Chloe did not know what to do. She closed her eyes and prayed
for the best.
Raven resumed massaging Chloe’s body, paying careful attention
to the places where her panties should have been. One hand reached up
to grab a breast while the other scratched her fuzzy pubic hair. Every
so often, she would wriggle a finger between her tightly clenched
thighs, trying to get to the cheerleader’s flowery petals. All the
while, Raven kept whispering encouragement into Chloe’s ear, "You are
so pretty . . . I want to fuck you . . . I want to lick your pussy . .
. You’re making me wet . . . I want to make you cum . . . Please, cum
for me." It was beginning to work.
Chloe had been brimming with sexual tension for the past week.
She hadn’t had sex in over a month, but nearly been raped, forced to
strip, photographed naked, tied up, groped, handled, exhibited, and
used as barter. No matter how humiliating and no matter how hard she
tried to fight it, her body yearned for physical release.
Raven sensed Chloe’s defenses weakening and increased her
intensity. She walked in front of Mrs. Myers and leaned down and took
a nipple in her mouth. She rolled her tongue over the erect nub until
she felt the cheerleader shiver. Then she moved to the other nipple
and did the same thing. After five minutes of suckling on her nipples,
Raven dropped to her knees and squeezed the cheerleader’s luscious
ass. She pulled her closer and probed her bellybutton with her
tongue. Chloe squealed in unexpected pleasure. The wet tongue in her
bellybutton sent an electric shock to her loins. Chloe’s stomach
heaved reflexively. Raven could smell the musky scent of arousal
emanating from Chloe’s pussy and her own juices started to flow. Soon,
her white thong was soaked through at the crotch--as the gentlemen in
the front row could plainly see. Raven’s pussy lips were becoming more
and more visible through the increasingly transparent fabric. Raven
reached up with both hands and fondled a breast.
Five more minutes at her bellybutton and Raven wanted more; she
wanted it all. She gently trailed tiny, delicate kisses from her
bellybutton to her pubic mound. There, she nuzzled her nose in the
soft hair, reveling in the intoxicating aroma of the beautiful
cheerleader. "Mmmmmm." "Uuhhhhhhh." Raven and Chloe groaned at the
same time. Raven eased a finger between her thighs again but this time
her legs parted slightly to accommodate the insistent hand. Raven
worked her fingers back and forth along Chloe’s engorged clit and moist
slit until Chloe writhed in ecstasy. She didn’t resist as Raven
grabbed the cheerleader’s leg behind the knee and draped it over her
shoulder. She was still wearing her white high heels. Chloe’s pussy
was now totally exposed.
Raven pulled back slightly and noticed just how pretty the
cheerleader was. Her skin was flawless and her tiny bikini line was
elegant. Her bush was neatly trimmed and followed her tan line
exactly. Her milky white skin contrasted stunningly with her rich
golden tan. Her outer lips shimmered in the flickering light and her
inner lips swelled to form a thin, pink tantalizing furrow. Her clit
stood out unsheathed, moist and red and begging to be licked. Raven
accepted the invitation and went right for the little slick nub. She
pulled on it with her lips until it slipped from her mouth, then went
back and pulled on it some more.
"Ohhhhh, Gaaaaaawd," Chloe wailed breathlessly. She had never
felt such exquisite pleasure. Perhaps it was the pent-up frustration,
perhaps it was the lewd situation, perhaps it was . . . a WOMAN eating
her. Raven released the sensitive organ and stuck out her tongue.
Starting from as far back as she could reach, she licked the entire
length of Chloe’s vagina. Another electric shock coursed through
Chloe’s body. She didn’t know how many more of those she could take.
Raven slurped up all the secretions coating Chloe’s crotch and greedily
sucked one of her puffy lips into her mouth. She rocked the labia back
and forth between her pursed lips and flicked with her tongue the
portion in her mouth. This woman knows how to eat pussy, thought
Chloe. Where do you learn these things?
Raven released the puffy lip and went back to the clit.
Chloe was shaking uncontrollably now, grinding her pussy against
Raven’s face. More and more juices began to flow out of both women.
Chloe’s face was twisted in delicious agony while Raven’s was coated
with sticky liquid. Raven inserted a finger into Chloe’s cunt and felt
the tight muscles constrict around it. She continued to roll her
tongue around the clit as a second finger joined the first. The
cheerleader’s breathing became ragged. Chloe felt herself approaching
a tremendous climax. The wonderful feelings radiating from her groin
was about to overtake her entire body. Raven sensed the impending
orgasm and flicked her tongue feverishly over Chloe’s clit. Raven kept
pumping two fingers into Chloe’s cunt, then reached up with the hand
that was stroking her own pussy, and inserted her pinky into Chloe’s
anus. That propelled Chloe powerfully over the edge.
Chloe shook with uncontrollable ecstasy as she reached an
explosive climax. Her hips bucked wildly and her whole body shook with
spasms as wave after wave of earth shattering convulsions wracked her
body. She threw her head from side to side and let out a shriek as cum
gushed from her cunt. Raven tried to keep her tongue on Chloe’s clit,
wanting to ride out the storm, but Chloe’s thrashing made that almost
impossible. Chloe thrashed her hips more forcefully to try and get
away from Raven’s tongue; the sensations were almost too much. The
inside of Chloe’s thighs were covered with sticky juice, smeared there
by Raven’s face. Unable to stand any more, Raven brought both hands to
her own crotch and worked herself to an equally powerful orgasm. She
slumped backwards and cried out shamelessly as she let her own
explosive climax wash over her. "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Yesss! Yessssssss
. . . . ! Ahhhhhhhh!"
After a full minute, Chloe finally came down from her orgasm.
She hung limply by her wrists as she tried to catch her breath.
Residual convulsions coursed through her body and caused her to shiver
occasionally. Her face was crimson and her body was covered with
blotches of red. The smell of sex was everywhere. She looked down and
saw Raven lewdly spread-eagled on the floor in front of her, gasping
for breath too. Her face was a shiny mess. Deeply embarrassed, Chloe
looked up and saw the same hundred faces. There was no music—-it
stopped a long time ago-—and the audience didn’t make a sound. They
didn’t seem to have moved an inch. She finally remembered where she
was and realized what she had just done.
"Oh my God!" she cried, "What’s happened to me? What have I
done?" She felt so dirty and ashamed. Raven slowly got up to her
knees and crawled behind the bound cheerleader. The audience could see
the sticky mess between Raven’s thighs. Chloe looked at her pensively,
afraid of what she would do next. Raven pulled herself up to her feet
using the pole to steady herself, then whispered in Chloe’s ear,
"You’ve done something beautiful." With that she reached around to the
front and worked her hand between Chloe’s thighs. Chloe was too beaten
to resist. Raven insert two fingers back into her cunt and twisted
them around. They slid easily inside her slippery box. Raven pulled
out the slick fingers and traced a line from Chloe’s cunt upward along
the center of her body, leaving a trail of glistening wetness. The
sticky liquid finally dissipated between Chloe’s breasts. Then, Raven
brought the fingers to Chloe’s mouth.
"Taste it," she whispered hypnotically. "Taste how beautiful
you are."
Without thinking, Chloe opened her mouth and let Raven insert
her fingers. For the first time in her life, she tasted herself.
As Raven began unlocking her handcuffs, a smattering of
applause came from the audience. As more men came out of their sex-
induced trance, the clapping grew louder and louder until it reached a
thunderous applause. Chloe was horrified and humiliated. They had
seen her in her most intimate act, an act that only one other man had
ever seen, and were now acknowledging that they saw it and liked it.
With each cheer that went up, it stamped in Chloe’s mind the
realization that she committed adultery, with another woman, to the
point of orgasm, in front of a hundred men. How can I ever live this
down? As soon as her hands were freed, she grabbed the skirt at her
ankles and shuffled offstage, not even bothering to pull down her
sweater. All she wanted was to get away from the stares of all these
men as fast as she could. She hoped to God she would never have to
come back to this awful place.
End Ch. 15
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