From: an296927@anon.penet.fi (DavidTheMild) Reply-To: an296927@anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Liz's Big Payday, Chapter 1/6 (F) Date: Tue, 19 Sep 1995 17:47:12 UTC Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Message-ID: <175319Z19091995@anon.penet.fi> Liz's Big Payday Chapter 1, Liz in Trouble I stared in dismay at the bill in my hand. My husband would kill me! Last month he had let me know in no uncertain terms that my AOL bill had to decrease. Instead, it had bloomed, a result of many new-found friends. I had enjoyed the cyber-sex this last month, but it was now time to pay the piper. Scott indulged me in many ways. Maybe "indulged" is the wrong word. He simply had stopped caring about me, and so I had great personal liberty. But he did care about his bankbook. He would kill me if he saw this bill. What could I do? My brain was addled with indecision. I had had the presence of mind to change the billing from our joint credit card to my own credit card. So, he needn't know about the bill, as long as I could pay it off. But, and here was the kicker, he made me give him all my paychecks, so I had no money he didn't already know about. If I was to pay off the bill, it would have to be money from a new source. "Scott," I called to him, "I'm going out." We were so distant now, that he didn't even look up. In fact, he had even stopped grunting. No questions would be forthcoming, which made me grateful. I got in my car and began to drive around. I racked my brain for ways to make new money. I already worked four jobs. How much more could I do? Finally, weary of aimlessly driving, I pulled into O'Shanahan's Pub, where I often hung out. "Hey Liz!" called Pat, the owner-bartender. "Good to see ya." "Yeah, right," I said. I plopped down on the barstool, looking around. Familiar faces, all. This was my second home. "Iced tea," I ordered. I didn't mean Long Iced Tea, but regular iced tea. I was a lightweight drinker; one hard drink would make me a blithering idiot. I had to think tonight, not get drunk. Pat gave me a hard look. "What's up? Scott being an asshole again?" Well, that was a good assumption, but wrong tonight. "No," I sighed. "I racked up a pretty hefty debt on America OnLine, and I can't pay it without Scott knowing." I took a sip of my iced tea, strong as usual. The caffeine would help me think. "That's too bad. A guy in here this afternoon had the same complaint. I guess this computer stuff is addicting." "Yeah," I agreed, "addicting and expensive. I don't know how I can work any harder." I paused. "You don't know anyone who wants to buy a kidney, do you?" Pat knew I was only half-kidding. "Whoa! You must be in pretty bad shape. How much money you need?" "Only about $200. That's a lot to make up outta the free time I have." I sipped my drink again. Damn! this tea could use sugar or something. "Maybe I should try hooking..." My voice trailed off in despair. Pat looked at me and then went down the bar to fill another order. I watched him, recognizing that he was thinking. He was a great guy, and I trusted him to look out after me. But he also looked to be struggling with something. I was curious. In a few minutes, he came back. He gave me another hard look, like he was sizing me up. "Look," he temporized, "I know a little about you. But I am not sure how to tell you what I want to say, without offending you..." "Pat, we go back a ways. You know me pretty well. I promise not to get upset at what you want to say." "OK. I know you are pretty free with yourself. I've seen you leave with guys, and you're weren't on the way to mass. OK? So I think you might be interested in what a guy asked me this afternoon, but don't think I think you're a whore or anything." This was interesting! "C'mon Pat. Just tell me!" "OK, so this guy wanted a stripper for a bachelor party. He described a girl who is just like you. I even thought of you when he described what he wanted. He asked me to keep on the look out for a girl who wanted to make $1000." I was astounded. A thousand dollars? "Geez, Pat! That's a HELL of a lot of money? What's he want the girl to do? Blow a horse?" "No," he backpedaled, "there's going to be twenty guys. The girl would be all-nude, and would 'service' the bachelor and wedding party. That's 3 other guys. Then the girl could stay for 'tips' if she wanted." That didn't sound like a bad deal to me. I wondered if Pat ever had heard about the night I blew five guys in the men's room here. So, this was definitely interesting. "Listen, Pat," I answered, trying to sound interested, but afraid for my modesty. "That's a hell of a lot of money. Did the guy seem decent?" "Yeah, I've seen him once or twice. He's a big money lawyer. Nice enough guy." "OK," I said, again sounding hesitant. "Why don't you have him call me at work. Can you get ahold of him?" "Sure enough. He left his number." He paused. "Are you sure? I mean, girls who do this aren't often as nice as you are. These guys get a little drunk, they may not respect a 'no' from the girl." "Pat, I'm desperate. It's either this or something worse. You know Scott. He'll go ballistic." Pat looked at me, torn between my stated desire and his desire to help me. He finally gave in. "OK," he said, "I'll call him tomorrow." Liz's Big Payday Chapter 2, Call Girl My daytime job was as a operator for a major sex-toy warehouse. Thus, I was always answering the phone. All that day, I was a bundle of nerves whenever I answered the phone. Of course, he didn't call until about 10 minutes before my shift was to end. "Hello, Toys Galore. How may I help you?" "I'm looking for Liz." He had a deep voice, which I found sexy. I knew right then that this was the call. My heart began to pound. "This is Liz. How may I help you?" My voice sounded husky to my own ears. "Hi. My name's Dave. You don't know me, but Pat O'Shanahan recommend you to me. I'm looking for some... entertainment for a party I'm throwing." He had the confident voice of a lawyer, but he was definitely uncomfortable. "Yes? Tell me more." I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, for two reasons: I didn't want this guy to think I was an amateur, and I didn't want my co-workers to hear me sounding strange. "Well, I guess I might as well be frank. We want a... you're not a cop are you? I'm a lawyer and I'll beat you on an entrapment rap." I just had to laugh! Trust a lawyer to think of that! "No, I am definitely not a cop. Are you?" My voice dripped with good humor. He seemed relieved. "No, I'm not. Look, I just want to be careful, OK? I've never done this kind of negotiation before." "It's OK, Dave. Just tell me what you want, and then we can see if we can reach an agreement." "Alright, here's what we want. We want our dancer all-nude, but not right away. My brother Doug is getting married, and I want to give him a real good time. So if you can tease him for a while, we'd all enjoy it." "I can do that," I assured him. I knew I'd enjoy getting him excited and then keeping him there for a good long while." "I think two sets would be great. Maybe in the first you can do some dancing, getting us all primed. Then, maybe you could get a little wilder in the second set. Then, we want, er, you to, uh, make his last night of freedom a memorable one." "What do you mean, exactly?" I was getting excited. I squeezed my legs together, pinching my sensitive little nub. I could feel my panties getting wet. God, this was hot! "Well, you know. Satisfy him'" He was dancing around the issue, but I sure didn't want to. I dropped my voice, a little quieter and a little huskier. "Do you want me to suck him? Do you want me to fuck him?" I put emphasis on the nasty word. I heard him gasp a little at my forwardness. I wanted this guy to know I was willing to be in charge. "Yes," he croaked, "I want you to suck him. Would you let him ffff... fuck you?" He was excited too, I knew. "Sure," I said, agreeably. "For enough cash." I knew the more mercenary I sounded, the more at ease he would feel talking about what, exactly, he wanted. "Hmm, precisely. Well, I think it'd be nice if you let him fff-fuck you. There's three other of us in the wedding party. I'd like us taken care of too. Then there'll be about fifteen other guys. If you want some more money, I can have a room available where you can collect, er, tips'. That's up to you." "OK," I said, only too aware that I was selling myself. My heart was threatening to pop out of my mouth, and my panties were sopping wet. "I'll give you guys a nice show, let Doug screw me if he wants, and suck off the other three guys in the wedding party for a grand." I stopped speaking, afraid my trembling would be audible. There was a long, pregnant pause. "Tell you what," he said. "How about if we meet tonight and I can see if you're suitable for Doug. If all goes well, I'll give you a hundred bucks toward the grand and we'll check calendars." Now he sounded exactly like a lawyer! "OK?" "All right," I said, trying not to sound as breathless as I felt, "9:00 at O'Shanahan's?" "See you then," he said, and hung up. I sat in my seat for a long time, listening to everyone leave for the day and thinking. What was I doing? Was I a cheap hooker? At the same time, I was terribly excited. I was thinking of how my act would go, what I'd do. Unconsciously, my hands crept down to my crotch. I rubbed a little, feeling jolts of pleasure. I had masturbated at the office often, and I knew I was alone. Besides, I was sitting behind a receptionists half-desk, so no one could tell. I pulled the hem of my skirt up, and slid a finger in the leg bands of my panties. I only had to stroke myself two or three times before I began to spasm in orgasm. I sat there, reveling in my sluttiness. Now I was looking forward to tonight's meeting. Liz's Big Payday Chapter 3, Liz has a Drink It was of course no trouble to get out of the house. Scott was busy scratching his nuts or something when I told him I was going out. I doubt he even noticed that I was dressed more slutty than normal. I was wearing a short-ish wrap-around skirt and a garter-belt with thigh-highs. My blouse was fairly shear, and once in the car I removed my jacket to allow it to be displayed. My bra was a half-cup, about a half-size too small, so that my cleavage was practically busting out. When I got to O'Shanahan's, I spent a minute or two puffing up my hair. I left my makeup sort of conservative; I didn't need a lot of guys sniffing around. I was sure, though, to put on bright red lipstick. I came in and walked to the far end of the bar. I smiled at Pat, who just stared at me. I could feel a half dozen other pairs of eyes on me, and wondered if dressing like this were a mistake. After all, I saw most of these guys at least once a week. Oh well, I decided. Kinda late to change my mind. Pat sauntered over and stood before me. His gaze was... appreciative. "I guess that guy Dave called." "Yup," I smiled at him. "He's meeting me here in," looking at watch, "10 minutes or so." "I hope you know what you're doing." There was an air of caution in his voice. "Ice tea?" "Um, no." I decided. "Peppermint schnapps." Pat shook his head and gave a half grin. He went over to a bottle and came back with a shot glass filled with clear fluid. "Here you go, lady," he said. He watched me down in a gulp, then gave another half-smile. "By the way, you look pretty great tonight." I smiled at him again. "Thanks. I needed that. I guess--" Pat interrupted me. "Here he is." I looked at the guy coming in the doorway. I saw him look around, and then Pat nodded towards me. I eyed him carefully as he walked down the bar towards me. I remained seated on the stool, but swiveled around towards him as he approached. "Dave," Pat began, "this is Liz. Liz, Dave." "Pleased to meet you," Dave said. He took my hand, and squeezed it gently. His hands were big and warm. No nervous sweat there. "Likewise," I responded. I flashed him a smile. "Have a seat?" Thanking me, he sat down. "You want to get right to business, or talk awhile?" I was being more forward than I had ever been before. We both knew what the business was, and I wasn't about to skirt the issue. "Well, uh, if you don't mind, I'd like a drink first." His face was a little white, but then turned dark red. Good, I thought, the guy does have some decency. Pat came over and took his order: beer. I took another schnapps, which was way over my limit. We exchanged a little small talk, both clearly on edge. He asked what I did for a living, and told me about himself. He described Doug, and even pulled out a picture. Doug was a strong looking man, with longish blonde hair; the kind of guy lots of girls would have wet dreams about. But I liked Dave better. He was maybe in his mid-30s, with a spare tire around his waist. He was graying at the temples, which I always found sexy as hell. But his hands were very strong and his eyes bored right into my soul. I'd have to watch myself around him. Too late, I realized that I'd already had two schnapps, which was two over my limit. We nursed our drinks for 45 minutes. As we sat longer, I crossed my knees. This made my skirt fall open almost completely. It took about 10 seconds before Dave was staring right into the gap. The knowledge that I was being so damn slutty made me excited, and my nipples began to stiffen. Dave was beginning to stumble in his speech, as he was completely distracted by the display before him. I decided to press on a little more, and uncrossed my legs. I placed my heels on the footstand of the stool, and spread my knees a little. As I did, a waft of female odor drifted out, and Dave's mouth dropped open as he saw how soaked my cotton panties were. I saw with satisfaction a bulge growing in his pants. I decided it was now or never. "Excuse me," I told him, and went to the lady's room. I poofed my hair a little more, and then slid down my panties. I reached in, and wiped off the juices dripping from my flowing pussy. Then, I stuffed them into my purse and returned to the bar. He was dabbing perspiration from his forehead. He stood, I guess to be polite. But, that suited my intentions anyways. "C'mon," I told him, and walked to the door. Dave hurried to follow. I stood outside, and waited just a few seconds for him to come out. When he did, I led him into the back part of the parking lot, where I had parked my car. Now, O'Shanahan's parking lot was pretty dark back here. It was still lit well enough to, oh, easily see the keyhole so as to insert your key, but not much brighter than that. In my slutty mood, it was perfect. Dave was following pretty close, like a protector, so when we reached my car, I merely had to turn and grab his arm. "Whaaaa?" he muttered as I pulled him up against the car. I pressed my face to his and we mashed lips. Then, magically, our mouths opened and we began to tongue wrestle for control. Damn! he was a good kisser! My fingernails began to scrape his scalp as my hands ran through his hair. He began to stroke my hair, which drives me crazy. I stepped back and calmly reached into my purse. I pulled out my lipstick case and slowly re-applied my lipstick. Dave's eyes were bugging out as he realized what was happening. I locked my eyes on his as I put away the lipstick. Then, I looked down to my hands, and his eyes followed. My hands were unknotting the skirt, and I heard him gasp with lust as I let it drop. He was staring directly at my dripping wet pussy, because I was nude from the waist down. I watched his eyes as they followed my fingers to my hole, only to plunge in. My God! I was hot! I frigged myself, leaning up against the car beside mine so that I could spread my legs wide enough. My fingers were covered with my juices when I pulled them away. "Look how hot I am to suck you," I taunted him. "Just imagine how wet your face will get at the party. Yeah, I'll let Doug fuck me. But then I'm going to ride your face when my cunt is wide open." I stepped to him and put my fingers to his lips. He closed his eyes and began to suck on my fingers. This was so fucking sexy! This man was sucking my fingers while I was nearly nude in a parking lot! I pulled my fingers from his mouth, eliciting a groan. This dude was loving it! I wondered how much he'd get off sucking my box. I squatted down to his cock-level. I fumbled a little unzipping his zipper and pulling out his dick. Part of the problem was how hard he was; it simply didn't want to be bent enough to get out easily. His cock was a beauty, 8 inches long, thick, and very, very hard. I licked my lips and smiled up at him. He was staring again, wanting to see me take him in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, again reminded of how much I loved orally pleasing a man. I pushed onto him until he hit the back of my throat. I paused, loving the fullness a dick in my mouth gave me. I began to suck him in earnest. I used lots of tongue and lips, pressing against his shaft to provide more sensations. I tickled the vein on the underside of his shaft. He was moaning in pleasure. I knew he wouldn't last long. I had one more trick to show him before he blew. With him in my mouth, I paused. Then, I sank deeper onto him before my nose hit the zipper on his pants. I only had to slide an inch or so of him down my throat in order to take him all. He was moaning incessantly. Its so nice to have your cocksucking appreciated! Then, he seemed to come to his senses and grabbed my hair. Now, this is my all time favorite thing! It was my turn to begin moaning as he pulled my hair and began actively fucking my mouth. Since he was effectively holding me up, I dropped one hand down and began to stroke my bloated clit. I was wetter than I'd ever been before! He was full-stroking me, mashing my nose against his slacks and then nearly pulling out. I was loving it. In a minute, I began to cum. I was making weird squeaking noises as my squeals of orgasm were muffled by his pounding cock. In the midst of my own orgasm, he pushed all the way in and held there. I felt his swell and then he shot squirt after squirt of jism down my eager throat. I thought I was going to pass out before he pulled out, but I managed to stay there, nose breathing. When he pulled out, I held his half-hard cock. Then, I slid his sperm covered dick across my face, smiling at him. He was again staring, amazed at my wantonness. I stood and said, "Thanks. That was great." "No, thank you!" He fumbled, breathlessly, in his wallet and pulled out a $100 bill. He handed it to me, smiling embarrassedly. "I'd love to have you at the party," he grinned. Alright! One blowjob and I was half-way towards paying off my AOL bill. "I wouldn't miss it," I said. I opened my purse, and pulled out my wet panties. Then, I wiped off my face and pussy with them, making them sticky with both our juices. "Here. A little souvenir." We made firm plans for the big night, and then I got in my car and pulled out. I had to stop and masturbate two times before I got home. Boy was I ever eager! Liz's Big Payday Chapter 4, Dirty Dancing There were a few days between my audition and the actual performance. During that time, I was constantly revising my act, thinking constantly of it. Hence, I was always horny as hell. In fact, Scott even got lucky one night! He is a wham! bam! thank you ma'am! kinda lover, but it didn't even matter. I got off a couple times despite his lame performance. It was then that I realized the full benefit of working for a sex toy warehouse. We had a huge selection of out-of-date stock, which was nearly free to employees. I was able to pick and choose the stuff I wanted, and I wanted some good stuff. When I was done, I had a gym bag filled with assorted adult merchandise. Finally, Friday night, the big night, arrived. I didn't even bother going home. Instead, I worked a little late to calm my jitters. I fought down the urge to masturbate again, because I wanted to be randy. I had a feeling the guys would sense my horniness and respond favorably. At a little before 7PM, I took to the highways to get to the party. I pulled up in front of the apartment building where the party would be hosted. I rang Dave's apartment, and he buzzed me. It was a pretty nice place, as you would expect from a lawyer. I went up to Dave's room, my knees a little weak. He met me at the door with a gin and tonic. Not my favorite, but I really wanted the drink at that point. "All set?" he asked, smiling broadly. I noted his dick was making a tent of his pants, and I was sorely tempted to wrap my lips around him. "You bet!" I said, sounding more confident than I felt. "Great! Let's go down to the party room and you can get ready. I don't want the guests to see you until you come out the first time. That's in about two hours." "OK by me," I responded. Two hours? That's an awful long time to sit and stew. I guess I'd be even more on edge by the time I went on. I followed him to the elevators and we went down to the basement. He unlocked a door and we went into the party room. It was really nice! There was a kitchen/bar area, and a couple banquet tables. But "my" area was in the center of a bunch of cushy chairs. There was a coffee table, and standing lamps that could double as mini-spot lights. I started to rearrange them as such. "Hey," Dave stopped me. "No need." He went to a wall panel and turned off the fluorescent lights, then switched on some actual mini-spots. The effect left the room very dark but for the coffee table, which was brightly lit. Dave showed me a remote control. "Check this out..." He pushed a slider up and down a couple times, showing that the brightness of the spots could be adjusted. "Pretty cool, eh? I aimed them myself," he told me. "Let's check it, OK?" I asked. I went and stood on the coffee table. It was perfect: the lights were centered on my groin, so that they were not in my eyes. I got down and knelt on my hands and knees on the table. The lights were still perfectly aimed. Finally, I laid on the table, knees up and legs apart. Dave switched off the mini-spots, and turned on a single down-spot. Again, it was perfect. "You spent a lot of time doing this, didn't you?" I asked. "Well, my little brother is only getting married once, I hope." He grinned at me, turning up the lights. "What about music?" I asked. I was pretty sure he had that covered as well. He went to a hidden cabinet and revealed a stereo. "The remote controls that too. Wanna pick out some CDS and check out how it works?" He had several CDS and I looked them over. Then I went to my bag and pulled out a cassette tape. He took it and popped it in, then pressed a button on the remote. There was the hiss at the beginning of the tape. "Why don't we see how it all works?" I prompted. "Take a seat," I said, indicating the customary bachelor's seat. He plopped down and turned down the lights. The music began to blare a slow, nasty song. I mounted the coffee table, and began to slowly writhe. I closed my eyes and began to rub my hands over my clothes. I thought about the nasty things I was going to do--I wanted to do--later. I opened my eyes to watch him shifting uncomfortably in his seat. The song lasted exactly 7 minutes, 38 seconds. By the time it was done, we were both highly aroused. I stepped off the table and knelt before him. "I bet you'd love me to ss-suck your cock again. Wouldn't you?" My voice was dripping with nasty overtones, much like my pussy was dripping with desire. "Oh, God, yes." His eyes were pleading. I almost helped him out. "Sorry," I said, standing. "The first one is reserved for your brother." His face showed his lust and disappointment. "But, I promise that you will not be disappointed later! I have three holes I want filled, and you can pick the one you want. Later." It took a second before he realized I had offered him my ass, as well as my mouth or pussy. He got a wicked smile, and I knew which he'd choose. He looked at his watch. "Shit! I gotta go; the guests will be arriving soon. See you in a bit." On impulse, when he stood I gripped him and pressed my mouth to his. This time, our mouths parted instantly and his tongue invaded my oral cavity. With reluctance, he pushed away and, giving one last look, went back upstairs. In the party room were separate mens and ladies rooms. I went to the ladies room, and began my final preparations. I stripped nude, examining myself with satisfaction in the large mirror. I noted that my nipples were already extremely hard and that my lips were visible hanging below my thick dark bush. I wanted to make sure I was clean, so I took a washcloth from my bag and some anti-septic soap and thoroughly washed myself. I used some Nair to make sure my legs and armpits were silky smooth. I had some special preparations to make. I lathered up between my ass cheeks, and used a disposable razor to remove the thick growth surrounding my anus. I was very careful, so it took several minutes. Rinsing it off, I felt the newly smooth area. I had never done that before, so I explored how tender and smooth it was. My flesh was tingling, wanting to be used in the way a man would use it. Then, I took a Fleet enema from my bag and used it. I found myself even more aroused as I knew that one of these guys would surely be taking the place of the water in my bowels. I tried to hold in the liquid as long as possible, but of course I began to cramp and the water spilled out in a torrent. I refilled the bag and did it again. The flood this time was completely clear. All the while, I recognized that I was preparing to sell myself, like a whore. In a few hours, I may have had 20 unknown cocks spilling their sticky seed into any of my holes. The idea excited me tremendously! It was all I could do not to cum from the naughty excitement I felt. I began to put on my outfit for the first set. Underneath it all I wore fishnet pantihose. In the crotch, my pussy was covered yet very visible. My dark patch pushed through the I holes, and I couldn't help but tug on it. Ripples of pleasure ran through me, and I resolved not to do it again lest I fall down from my wobbly legs. My clit found a strand of the hose and rubbed constantly against it, leaving me even more excited. Then, I put on a "merry-widow," which was a kind of corset/teddy with half-cups that pushed up my breasts. The one I had selected allowed my nipples to stay almost covered. When they were stiff, they would pop out. Regarding myself in the mirror, I thought I looked like a complete slut. Good! My clothing done, except for the red high heels I was going to wear, I began to apply my make up. It was going to be dark, so I had to put on a rather flamboyant amount. I looked garish in the antiseptic lights of the bathroom, but I knew it would be necessary for the darker room. Besides, these guys were not expecting a conservative girl! I made sure I was wearing the brightest red lipstick I could find. I had matching fingernail polish I would put on later. But first, my hair. I took a brush and carefully, methodically, brushed my hair until it shown. I am blessed with thick hair, which was now a little past my shoulders. I inverted my head, so that the hair would fall down over the top and brushed it some more. The act of brushing my hair somehow always makes me horny, as if I could get any more horny! I took a set of Carruso curlers and rolled my hair into them. I like my hair when it is slick and smooth, but I know I look much sexier with loose curls. True to the advertisement, in ten minutes I had gorgeous curls that looked like a perm, but better. My final touch was a banana clip. I slid it in, making sure it was very tight, so that the sides of my head were smooth, but behind the clip was a mass of curls. My hair was pulled by the clip; some girls find it uncomfortable, but having my hair pulled is a huge turn-on for me. The tautness put me even more on edge. I swung my head left and right, feeling the curls bouncing. God I felt hot! My hair done, I carefully applied the nail polish. I applied two coats, and then a sealer. My nails, a little longish, positively begged to scrape a man's back. And I had every intention of doing just that! Completed, I looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't recall when I looked sexier. I was still staring when I heard the doors to the party room open, followed closely by the laughter of quasi-drunken men. My stomach went into knots. This was it! A couple minutes later, there was a soft rap on the door. "It's David," he called softly. I went and opened the door a crack. He handed me a Bloody Mary, and said, "about five minutes?" "OK," I said, a little tensely. He began to close the door, but then paused. "These are nice guys. I'm sure you'll enjoy it as much as they do." "Thanks," I replied. "Come and get me when you're ready." I slipped on my shoes and downed the drink. The butterflies in my stomach intensified, but as I checked again my look, I felt a warmth spreading through my loins. Five minutes went like five seconds. I heard a knock on the door and a soft "we're ready." One last look and then I opened the door and strode out. The room was nearly pitch black, but for the glow of the down-spot. No use walking sexy, but as I approached the light, I saw all faces turned to me. They were a handsome bunch, almost all around their mid-twenties. They stared at me, their faces pictures of lecherous anticipation. I began to swing my hips like a model on a catwalk, and the hooting began. I strode directly to Doug, who I recognized. He smiled at me with a drunken stupidness I didn't anticipate. I bent over and took his face in my hands, and planted a hot wet one on his lips. His mouth didn't part on its own, so I yawned mine open and thrust my tongue in. It was a very wet, sloppy, sexy kiss. When I broke, I saw that his face and ears were beet red. The guys were cheering and whistling. In a flash, they were drowned out by the music. It was the slow sexy song again. I mounted the table and kept myself focused on Doug. Our eyes locked and I made sure he knew I wanted him. My hands began to slide over my undulating body, pausing over my crotch, teasing at what was underneath them. Then, they slowly moved to my nipples. I could feel them sticking out over the cups of the merry-widow. I closed my eyes and pinched them, hard. My mouth made an "O" and my head tipped back at the pleasure. I spent almost a minute pinching and pulling and rolling them, a minute of pure sexy enjoyment. Then, I locked eyes with Doug again, who was now flushed with excitement. When the song ended, every guy in the place was sifting in his seat, trying to hide their erections. At that moment, I felt tremendous power. I knew these guys wanted me, and I knew they'd do a lot in order to gain the privilege. I felt so very sexy being the center of their undivided attention. The next song started, a faster song made for dancing. I hopped of the table and strutted around it, making sure to eye every guy, until I came back to Doug. I did a couple moves I knew he'd like, and then turned my back to him. I looked over my shoulder at him, and unzipped the merry-widow (which zipped on the side) a little way. Then, I urged him with my eyes to finish it. He leaned forward and slowly, slowly!, unzipped it the rest of the way. I cupped my breasts with my left forearm beneath the corset, so that they would remain hidden. Then, I turned around to face him again. My right hand found the snaps to the crotch of the corset and in a single move I yanked the snaps and pulled off the merry-widow. Then, I slid my arm down and lifted my hands up to grasp my breasts. I held them out as I heard the guys gasp. My nipples were pointing right at Doug, so I stepped in and leaned down. He looked at me and I made a kissing pucker with my mouth. His mouth opened and he took my left breast into his hot orifice. UUUmmmmm, that felt so good. But, he was being a little too gentle, so I dropped my other breast and grabbed his hair. I mashed his face into my breast until he began to be a little more vigorous. I squealed with delight when he chewed on it. I pulled it out and offered him the other. Unbidden this time, he immediately used a lot of teeth and suction. Heaven! I tipped my head back, feeling my mane sexily draping on my back. When the song ended, I was very close to cumming. I reluctantly left Doug's mouth and mounted the coffee table. "You boys doing OK?" I asked them. They responded with a chorus of "oh yeahs." One guy loudly asked "how bout you?" I looked directly at Doug, and replied, "I am fucking hot!" Just then the music started; another slow tune. I swayed my hips for a second, then briefly pulled on my nipples, sending spasms of pain/pleasure to my wet pussy. I stopped and bent my knees a little, then began to pull on my cunt hair through the stockings. I let a little gasp of "oh yeah" escape, and there was a general shifting of male asses in their seats. My red nails flipped across my clit, making my body jerk. I was getting off in front of a room full of guys! I reached in my stockings, grinding my hips. I felt down and began to stroke myself. I knew they could easily see my fingers through the stockings, and there were murmurs of "look at her" and "this is one hot bitch". My fingers flew across my clit and I began to cum. It was a great one, so that I could barely remain standing. When I was fully recovered, the song was ending. The next song was the last for this set. I sat on the edge of the table, and presented my feet to Doug. Instead of just taking them off, he began to suck on the high heel, his head bobbing up and down. Kinky! He sucked for about fifteen seconds before removing my shoe. Then, he did the same for the other shoe. I stood and turned my backside to him. I began to shrug down the hose, and he took my hint and began to pull them off himself. When his face was in the right place, I stepped back a little, so that his nose was buried in my asscheek. He froze, unsure of what to do. I finished stepping out of the hose, his face buried between my cheeks, but him not doing anything. I felt so damn sexy completely nude in front of this crowd. I stepped away and walked around the table. One guy was almost drooling, so I sat on his lap. I whispered in his ear, "want a taste?" He nodded yes, speechless. I took his hand, and placed it directly on my flowing pussy. I used his fingers to rub me until he was soaked with my muskiness. Then, I put his fingers to his mouth and got up while he licked them clean. A little further around the table, a guy pinched my ass. Instead of jumping away, I stepped back into range. The bastard had the gall to immediately begin circling my asshole! I pushed back at him and he pushed his finger roughly into my ass. I let him play there for maybe five seconds, enough so that everyone knew that I wasn't opposed to it. Still, I resolved to make sure I was lubricated there next set! The song was ending by the time I finished my round. I stopped and picked up my stuff. "Thanks guys!" I called, walking as sexily as I could to the ladies room. "Let's give her a hand!" Dave called out, and my ears were filled with whoops and applause. My head was spinning with desire and relief and appreciation as the door closed behind me. I couldn't help myself, but sat down on the stool and began to madly masturbate. It took maybe 30 seconds before my hand was covered with a flood of juices as I came and came. I raised it to my mouth and licked it off, a dozen male faces flashing in my mind's eye. Even though I had just cum massively, I was still incredibly horny and had to fight down the urge to keep on masturbating. My introduction being such a big hit, I couldn't wait for Act II! Liz's Big Payday Chapter 5, Horizontal Mambo Eventually, I calmed down enough so that I was able to think of preparing for my next set. I had agreed this would be the wild one, but I didn't think I could feel any hotter than I did already. As it was, I had been almost combustible. Still, I had some plans that would ensure these guys would never forget the evening. I knew that guys loved garter belts, and I was only too glad to comply. I put on a black garter and thigh-high fishnet stockings. Then, I put on a stretch dress, red with short sleeves. Looking in the mirror, I saw how my nipples jutted out. Perfect. I let down my hair, and again brushed it out. I missed the tautness on my scalp, but with my hair down the guys might be more inclined to grab hold. I teased and starched it so that it was very big and very slutty. I reapplied my makeup, since a little had sweated off. Next order of business was another enema. I wanted to make sure I was very clean, since I was sure at least Dave would try me there. After that, I spent a couple minutes working a finger in and out, applying a load of lube. Then, carefully, I wiped away the external remnants, so that my inner slickness would be a surprise for the adventurous. I had just finished putting some supplies in a tiny clutch purse when I heard a rap on the door. Showtime! Again, I was filled with jitters, but I was also filled with anticipation. My pussy was aching with need and I knew without checking how very wet I was. I took one final look and strutted out the door, garnering instant cat-calls and hoots. "You boys ready?" I asked. I was answered by shouted affirmatives. I nodded to Dave and the music began again. This was a very slow, erotic song. The lights dimmed, and I was surprised to see that red lights came on, setting a perfect mood. Trust Dave to be on the ball! I didn't want to waste anytime, and these guys were eager besides. So, I began playing with the hem of my short skirt, bringing first one side and then the other up over my hips and ass. I was flashing these guys, but good. Finally, I left both sides up and over my hips, revealing my pussy. I reached between my legs, cupping my hot femaleness. I swung down and looked between my legs at Doug. He was grinning even more stupidly at me. I doubted he would last the night. But he was sober enough to stare as I spread my lower lips and dipped a finger in. I stood and stepped off the coffee table. I offered it to him, and again he eagerly sucked my finger clean. When he was done, I slipped an arm through the shoulder of my dress. Then I slipped the other through. Staring right at him, not more than two feet away, I let my dress fall so that all my assets were revealed. I felt so damn horny, revealed like this! I sat down on the coffee table and asked Doug to take off my shoes. In a daze, he did. Then I stood and asked him to take off my hose. It took him a long time to do it because of his drunkenness and because he stared right into my crotch the whole time. Then, completely nude, I strutted around the circle of guys again. I got a lot more pinches this time. The alcohol was removing any decency they'd had. I made a large circle around the guy who'd fingered me before, staying out of reach. I stopped right in front of him and bent over to look at him between my legs. He was smiling broadly, but his face went white when I reached back and spread my cheeks. I wriggled back a little, so that I was well within his easy reach. He reached up and pressed his index finger against my asshole. Then, he popped it in. He looked in wonder as it slid in easily. He pumped me several times before I stood and instead of walking away, squatted down onto his finger. The guys went ballistic! He added another finger, and I had to drag myself away--it simply felt way too good! I had one more thing to do before I settled down to work over these guys. I completed my strut, and moved the coffee table closer to Doug. Then, I grabbed my purse, sat on the edge, and placed my feet on the arms of his chair, so that I was openly displayed to him. Then, I pulled two things out that made the guys cheer wildly: a disposable razor and a gel shaving cream. "Would you put some on?" I asked Doug sweetly. He held his hand out and I squirted a large amount onto his hand. He paused a second, and then tentatively touched my pussy. I sighed, and told him, "You have to rub it in pretty well." I laid back and arched my back as he began to rub my pussy. I focused on the pleasure as he clumsily stroked my bush. Still, it was too much for me. I moaned very loudly, and the room went quiet (I guess Dave turned off the music). "Oh, yeah, baby. Cover my cunt with it" He used both hands to massage me from taint to belly button. I pressed myself against him, grinding. My hands found my nipples and rolled them around. In all, it took maybe two minutes for me to cum. I thrashed on the coffee table, my ass banging hard on the surface as I convulsed. Cumming back to earth, I sat up and flashed him a satisfied smile. "Thanks," I told him. "You were a big help!" It had been my original plan to let Doug shave me. However, there was no way I was going to let this drunk come near me with a blade. So I took it myself and began to carefully remove my patch. Guys around me were expressing disbelief at my display. For most of these guys, this would be a once in a lifetime vision. I took maybe five whole minutes, but when I was done I was baby smooth. That was it. Show over. But now the fun would begin. I walked to Doug and pulled him to his feet. I gave him another deep soul kiss. Then, I asked him, "So, would you like to feel how smooth I am now--" I paused for effect "--on the inside?" The guys began to cheer wildly. "Oh yeah, baby!" "Turn around, then!" Although confused, he did as I ordered and I reached in my clutch purse. Giving the men a nasty, smiling wink, I pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "OOOhhh Boooyyy" the guys cheered. "Go Doug Go!" He dared not turn around, and so was surprised when I grabbed his wrists and clamped on the handcuffs. It took him about a second to realize I was in control. Still, he looked a little mortified. "It's OK, darlin'" I reassured him, "just relax." I stepped to him and kissed him long and deep. After a minute, I pulled his sport shirt out of his slacks and lifted it up, still kissing him. I ran my hands over his chest, intense heat starting to burn in my bare crotch. He was excited too, and his nipples got hard as I lightly brushed them. He let out a low moan of pleasure and savagely tongued my willing mouth. Oh shit! I was turned on! I bent my head a little to kiss and suck his pointy little nipples. My world became a blur of pounding, sensual music, and burning heat as I sought to turn him on beyond his means to control himself. Somehow, I unbelted his slacks, and they fell to his feet. My hand cupped his shorts-encased cock. His underwear was a mess of sticky pre-cum, soaked completely. I knew if I sucked him even a little he would cum. I wanted my own orgasm, but I guessed he would be able to get it up again, so I hesitated only a little before pulling down his shorts to reveal a purple, madly drooling tool. With a soft moan, I sank to my knees. I paused, accompanied by more hooting and calls of encouragement. With a purr, I opened my mouth and sank onto him until he hit the back of my throat. I pressed my lips tightly around his shaft and sucked on the up-stroke. I popped off, having milked a good amount of salty pre-cum out of him. "Feel good, baby?" I asked. I didn't wait for a reply but instead again took him into my mouth. This time, when he hit the back of my throat I didn't stop. I conquered my gag reflex and pushed him down my throat. I heard general gasping from the other men. To show my prowess, I let him out of my throat, only to rapidly pump in and out of my neck. For his part, Doug was saying, "Unnghhh! Ooooooohhhhhhh, Goddd! "Ungh! Ungh! MMMmmmm" Good conversationalist, right? But to me it was pure music and made my pussy juice begin running down my inner thighs. He was attempting to fuck my mouth, but he was doing a poor job of it with his hands cuffed behind his back. So, just to help him out (and because I loved a good mouth fucking!), I grabbed his ass and repeatedly pulled him into my face. The guys were chanting "Cum! Cum! Cum!" and I knew it was only seconds away. I felt his cock swell slightly, so I pulled off completely and opened my mouth. One long stream of spurt arched its way into my eager mouth. The second fell a little short and hit my lower lip. Afraid I might get completely covered, I wrapped my lips around his shaft again and sucked. He had several more shots left, which I swallowed. When he was done, I let him drop from my mouth and used my tongue to clean him off. Soon, he deflated to a half erection. I stood and gave him a spermy kiss, which he willingly took. This guy was as nasty as I was! I left him standing there, the guys shifting uncomfortably. I pulled a nut ring from my bag. This is an elastic band that went around the scrotal sack. It prevented the testicles from rising into the "engaged" position. Unless his nuts could engage, he wouldn't be able to cum, no matter how excited he was. In effect, I was making sure he wouldn't cum again until I wanted him to. Poor boy! Then, I stood and pushed him down to his knees. I sat down on the coffee table and spread my legs wide. I grabbed his hair and pulled him to me. I began to rub myself in front of his face, spreading my lips to reveal my inner hole. Again I grabbed his hair, this time with my right hand while holding myself open with my left. I forced his face into my cunt and he immediately began to lick and suck me. Yow! I felt hot! It took maybe two minutes of his efforts to get me off. I leaned back and bucked into his face as I came. His face was covered with my juice. I was shaking when I asked, "OK, Dave, who are the rest of the wedding party?" Dave and two other guys stood. "Well! Get those pants off and come here!" In a flash they complied. Dave stood to the left of me and Ken stood to the right of me. Dan stood in front of me, over the kneeling and eating Doug. I could practically smell the cock sweat these hot guys were putting out! I leaned a little to the left and took hold of Dave's extremely hard cock. I held so that just the tip was out of my hand. I put it into my mouth and sucked hard on it. He groaned, already near orgasm. I slid my hand down a little farther, to the base of his cock. I squeezed him very firmly, stopping his orgasm. Before moving on, though, I slid him smoothly into my mouth and down my throat. He praised my cocksucking as I let him go to move onto Dan. Dan's cock was very meaty and heavy. He was eager, and when I began to suck on his head, he grabbed my hair and pulled me on deeper. I love having my hair pulled, so it was my turn to moan as I sucked like a Hoover. Realizing that I was getting off having my hair pulled, he got a better grip and fucked my face hard and fast. All I did was open my throat to welcome his invading dick and focused on my own pleasure. Doug was wriggling his tongue deeply into me, sending waves of pleasure through me. Dan was yanking my head down and onto his up-rushing phallus. The continual tugs on my scalp were making me crazy. His balls were slapping heavily against my chin as he buried himself to the hilt. I was a complete slut, and I was loving it! I began to cum, moaning out loudly. Doug matched my moans as he was suddenly flooded with my love juice. Then Dan gasped and held himself deep in my throat. He squirted about a gallon of his steamy spunk down my throat. I swallowed, thereby milking his cock with my throat and I was rewarded with more moans and sticky sperm. With his cock in my neck, it took a while to breath normally after Dan pulled his deflating manhood from me. I was ready for more cock, so I looked at Ken. Unfortunately, he was rather under-endowed, although he was pointing straight out. I've always tried to be one who made lemons out of lemonade, so an idea sprang to mind. I reached down and lifted Doug's chin, where he was still greedily sucking my flowing twat, so that he was kneeling upright. From my purse I took the keys to the handcuffs. I quickly unlocked his left arm and put it back on so that his hands were in front of him. "Would you guys move this coffee table?" I asked Dave and Ken. When they had, I ordered Doug to lay down on his back, which he did. I knelt next to him and examined his genitals. His nuts were swollen with the need for release, and his cock was dowsed in pre-cum. I sensually slid him into my mouth and cleaned him off. "You want to cum, don't you?" I asked him. Now nearly sober, he nodded yes. There were beads of sweat on his brow. "Well, I'm gonna fuck you. If you make me cum, I'll take off your nut ring and let you fill my hole until it overflows. Then," I said, looking at Dave, "Dave is going to suck you out of me. Sound OK?" He moaned yes', very loudly. I held his cock straight up, and knelt astride him. Then, as slow as I could, I lowered myself onto him. I could feel my juices pouring out, soaking Doug's pubes. "C'mon, Ken, fill my ass!" The guys were cheering, wanting to see both my holes filled. I figured Ken's less than ample dick was a good primer for my ass. I leaned down, offering my ass to Ken. But, whatever he lacked in size he made up for in coarseness. He roughly spread my cheeks, pulling them far apart with a tight handhold of cheek in each hand. Shit! It HURT! Without a pause, he pushed his dick in. My breathing stopped as a wave of pleasure/pain rolled over me. Then, the little buggerer rapidly fucked my ass. It felt like a thick stiff tongue flicking into my ass, teasing in its pleasure. Then, he reached in, grabbed my hair, and snapped my head back so that he could fuck me as hard as possible. My head swum in pleasure. "Dave," I gasped, "let me suck you!" He didn't need to be asked twice! Ken was holding me up with my hair as he slammed in and out rapidly, so my face was at Dave's dick-level. I took him and swallowed him. All four of us were moaning like imbeciles, and then Ken came with a pop. The hot flood of jism into my bowels set me off and I ground my clit against Doug's pubes and came. I forgot all about Dave as I lapsed out of consciousness. Each orgasm had been bigger than the one before, and this was the hardest yet. Poor Dave! He still hadn't cum. But, I had made a promise to Doug. I wearily crawled off him, Ken's sperm dripping from my ass. I unlocked and removed Doug's handcuffs, and he rubbed his wrists. Then, I pulled off his nut ring and asked how he wanted me. He pondered and told me doggy style. I got on my hands an knees and he knelt behind me. In a rush, he replaced his cock and began to fuck me fast and hard. I pushed back onto him as best I could. Then, he too grabbed my hair and used it to pull me into him. Despite myself, I felt my fires burning hot again. In a few minutes of ball-slapping screwing, I began to cum. I guess I took Doug with me, because he literally filled me with about twenty hard squirts. His sperm was dripping down my bald pussy. Time for Dave! As Doug collapsed, spent, I ordered Dave to lay down on his back. His cock was purple with heat as I crouched over his face. Globs of spunk splattered on his face before I even hunched down to press my gooey opening onto his mouth. Oh Lord! He knew how to eat a pussy. I was hot in a minute, despite my fatigue. I looked down and saw his dick, purple and laying in a puddle of pre-cum. It looked so delicious! I leaned down and we had a 69. He moaned like crazy from the perverse love of sucking cum out of my snatch and my liquid fire on his dick. As I pumped down onto his cock, he suddenly filled my mouth with his load. Yum! I was far from cumming, so I slid off his face to leave him panting on the floor. Creamy white covered his face. He looked so very sexy! Liz's Big Payday Chapter 6, Party Girl I stood, weary but still ready for more. What a whore I was! On the other hand, I had fulfilled my contract, so I could stop whenever I wanted. I looked over the guys. Many had their dicks out and were stroking them. How could I leave them like this? But how did I broach the "work for tips" subject? Dave took care of it for me. "Guys, the show's all over"-- interrupted by boos--"but she has agreed to stay and work for tips if you want" --interrupted by cheers--"... I guess you want her to?" He turned to me. "Your show." Feeling assured, and horny, I stated my prices: "OK boy's here's the deal. A $25 tip buys you a blowjob. $50 buys you my pussy. $75 lets you ass fuck me. $100 let you pick something special, but I get to veto if it is too weird!" After a minute of bashfulness and thinking, the guys began to line up. The first guy wanted my mouth, and he came almost immediately. He came back a little later and fucked me. The next guy wanted to fuck me, but I threw in a little free cocksucking. Almost all the guys wanted to fuck doggy style, and my knees were getting a bit sore. The first "special" wasn't really a special. Two guys asked to double fuck me, and I simply could not refuse. One fellow laid on his back, and I sank onto him. He exhorted his pal to hurry, because I felt to damn hot for him to last. His friend wasted little time but pushed into my willing ass. I had no idea it would feel so sexy to have two live dicks pumping in and out. I began to cum as the top guy pulled my hair and the lower guy literally chewed my nipples. Great shakes came over me and my muscles spasmed. The guys shouted "hold on" and filled me further with more cum. The last guy of the night was my final special. He had a cruel look about him, fat and sweating. "I want a special'" he told me, snickering. "What is it?" I asked, uneasy. This guy didn't care enough for himself; how would he be gentle with me? "You have another handcuff? I want to cuff you down and fuck your ass." I did have another pair in the bathroom, I like being restrained, and I loved my ass filled. I agreed. I got my other pair of cuffs, and he cuffed me to the legs of an ottoman, so that I was laying over it. As everyone watched, he went to the bar and grabbed a beer bottle. Dave tried to stop him, but the man, Gilmer, replied "I never said I'd fuck her with my dick!" He had us there! Being screwed by a bottle seemed extremely sexy to me, and more of my natural lubricant dripped out of my cunt. He knelt behind me, and slid the bottle's neck up my pussy. It was hard and cold, but I was glad he was warming it up before shoving it in my butt. He slowly, so slowly, slid in me and twisted around. Despite myself, I let out a guttural moan. I was loving being raped by a bottle, which made the guys cheer. What a slut I was! Then, he pulled it from me and slowly inserted it into my eager bottom. The bottle flared where the neck ended. Although I was loose from having a dozen guys in my ass, it hurt a little and I grunted. Then, it was in and I felt fuller than I had ever felt before. Gilmer slowly, sensually fucked my ass until I was squirming in pleasure. Oh I was so close to cumming! If he had merely flicked his finger over my clit, I'd have covered his hand with orgasmic juices. As it was I felt pleasure welling up in me. This was an unusual feeling, because it was originating in my ass instead of my clit. Then, Gilmer walked around the ottoman and pulled my hair up. Joy! He swung a big fat cock between my lips, still pumping my ass slowly with the bottle. Then, WHACK! He slapped my ass! My mouth was full, or I'd have cried out. WHACK! Another. WHACK! WHACK! My ass cheeks stung from the blows, but my pussy betrayed me. It was literally dripping my honey as my body tried to interpret the pain. I tried to concentrate on making him cum, hoping that the blows would stop if he came. But the blows stopped anyways, as he continued to slide his cock in and out of my mouth. He was full stroking me, pulling out so that the head was barely on my lips and then pushing in until his public hairs tickled my nose. My eyes were closed as I tried to sort out all the sensations; full ass radiating some new intense pleasure, stinging cheeks, dripping pussy, and a fat invading cock sensually fucking my mouth. As I concentrated on him, I felt the bottle being withdrawn. Then, I felt the wide part of the bottle roll over my flowing gash. He held himself into me and I felt the blunt end of the bottle. I wanted to scream "NO!" but it sounded like muffled moan. Then, harshly, he pushed. My sphincter felt like it was going to tear. It resisted, but his heavy pressure made it yield and the bottle slid in. "OOHHMMMMMppppppfff" I moaned, feeling even more full and letting waves of pleasure-pain wash over me. He pushed it until I felt my ass close around the neck. Then, he took both hands and grabbed my hair, savagely fucking my mouth. I could only imagine how sexy I looked, cuffed to an ottoman, bottle neck sticking out of my ass, and a fat guy fucking my mouth. If I were a guy, I'd have had my cock out and in my hand! Then, from nowhere, I felt a hot splash of jism on my back. "That's right," he laughed as I flinched, "about 10 guys are whacking off onto you. I hope you love it, you whore tramp." Whore tramp? The nerve! But how could I argue? More splatters of cum sprayed me, leaving hot wet spots. My response? I moaned like crazy! He pulled even harder on my hair as he pumped my mouth. He must have had an accomplice, because I felt the bottle begin to pump me. I humped my hips, willing the bottle to fuck me faster. As more cum rain poured onto me, Gilmer began to cum. Instead of giving me the pleasure of swallowing his load, the fat toad pulled out and purposely sprayed my face. Shot after sticky shot hit me in the cheeks. One glop missed my eye by a millimeter. He took his half erection and ran behind me. He took charge of the bottle (I could feel the pause as it switched owners) and pulled it all the way out. My sphincter collapsed but he pushed it in again. It was again painful, but my confused body responded by feeling pleasure. After five or six rapid all-the-way-out pumps, it no longer hurt. I was still thrusting my ass back, urging a harder fucking when I felt his semi-erect cock enter my pussy. Glory! I began to orgasm. I didn't start in my clit, but in my ass! I felt my anus spasm, sending ripples of pleasure through my body, and then my pussy followed suit. I came more intensely than I ever had before. It was also probably the longest orgasm I'd ever had. I say probably, because somewhere in there I passed out. I didn't just see stars, I blacked out. I awoke, laying on the couch. All the guys were gone! Just how long was I out? I sat up, groggily. "Welcome back, sleeping beauty." It was Dave. I tried to focus my eyes and saw him sitting ten feet away. "I was a little worried, especially since you didn't drink." "How long was I out?" I asked. I walked to the bath to clean off dried sperm and collect my things. Dave told me forty-five minutes. After I passed out, a couple guys tried to screw me but were stopped. When it looked like I was out for a while, all the guys went home to jack off or get their mates. Suddenly ashamed, and aware that my fucking husband might be worrying about me, I wanted out of there. Dave watched as I cleaned off, not saying anything. I made sure I had all my stuff, and got ready to go. "Here's your money," Dave said simply. He had held the tips and still owed me the balance of my fee. "Worth every penny," he said, which gratified me a little. I counted it and found over $2000! Damn! My shame evaporated under the compelling power of greed. I gave him a quick kiss and pushed out of the door. "I'll call you if I hear of anyone else who needs a dancer." Feeling the heavy wad of money, I turned and called, "Please DO!" The End