Outstripped (7 page)

Obviously
Jody was selected for the stage at ‘Vamps’. Rachael on the other hand was not
so lucky, but with a good deal of ‘case-pleading’ from Barry, representing
Bill, on behalf of Jody, she was a given a floor position as hostess. If she
could prove herself around the club, she may get another chance.

To her
surprise she discovered that a good ‘Hostie’ could earn a tidy package without
necessarily subjecting herself to either the limelight or the less tasteful, or
rather, undesirable aspects of the job.

Through
experience, they would both learn, it was neither the old nor the ugly that
would prove to be an issue in this profession. Time after time, the arrogant,
the drunk, the vulgar and the wife-beaters would show themselves for what they
were. A definite sub-standard representation of the species, and though the
larger, less communicative, male counterparts amongst the staff would
invariably take care of these creatures, on occasion our damsels of ‘delect’ and
‘delight’ would offer up their own forms of defence, or even retribution, if
the opportunity presented itself.

Jody
took to her new hobby like a duck to water. Her studying and diligence over the
previous few months were not wasted but it was her natural flamboyance and
stage presence that put her on a pedestal, not to mention her ‘talents’ (so to
speak).

She soon
became a crowd favourite with both regulars and first timers. The ‘old guard’
knew their stuff, of course, and could put on a good show. There's no
substitute for experience, as they say, but it was Jody that shone.
Head and shoulders, or rather ‘tits n’ ass’ above the rest.

"Her
enthusiasm for the spotlight never waned. Her energy for the show seemed never
ending. Her passion for perfection was almost unhealthy. Her vivacity in her
delivery was infectious and her appetite for appreciation showed borderline
conceit."

The
observations and comments from the floor, the staff and amongst the management
were plentiful. And they all loved her for it.

As
mentioned, Jody and Rachael picked up an additional skill set and kept a few
tricks up their sleeves, costumes, and garter belts, whatever. They developed
an enviable trait for controlling unsavoury and untamed patrons. Most of the
girls would cry fowl or seek assistance. Some would occasionally 'take the
rough with the smooth' and try to play things out, wrongly assuming 'it went
with the territory' and had to be put up with.
But not these
two.

Quick
wit and rapport helped a lot. A drink in their customer's lap strangely enough
managed to cool things off a little. A tight squeeze on their nipples, for the
more physically demanding, would swiftly take back control of things. And a
'masters' in perception and anticipation would serve to diffuse a potential incident
from ever occurring.

The
bouncers came in very handy too.

Over
time Jody worked out it could pay handsomely to extricate financial justice and
recompense for unwanted and unwarranted behavior, with
one
hand
. Whilst her
other hand held the captivated and undivided attention of the owner of certain
little, round, hairy objects of a somewhat delicate nature. After paying for
their lessons in decorum these types of patrons either 'accepted their
medicine' and learned to behave themselves, or were generally never seen again
for reasons only 'Big Dave' and his mates on the door seemed to have any
knowledge of. And they wouldn't tell anyone.

Now,
although Jody had her dancing and visual impact on her audience down to a fine
art, her 'up close and personal' demeanor and dexterity needed work. Trouser
stroking, punter pleasing and dick wrangling takes practice. It is, of course,
easy to encourage some. Too easy in fact, but for others with a little more
self control or alcohol consumption or problems even, it means more than a
passing graze, more than a swift stroke or even a rub n' tug.

"If
you’re gonna bring a guy to within an inch of ecstasy you gotta mess with his
mind, as well as his dick." She was told.

"Truer
words were never spoken and a lesson well learned," according to Jody.
Stage shows, as we know, were her forte, but concentration, skill and most
importantly 'psychology' was required for lap dancing prowess. It’s not enough
to put on a good show and a smile.

"You've
gotta make them believe that they are
the
one
.
The only one.
But this isn't about being
their girlfriend or their wife. You've
gotta
be their
'bit on the side'.
Their naughty, dirty, filthy 'bit on the
side'.
The one who knows how it goes.
The one who
knows
what
to do,
what
to say,
what
to touch, and
how
.
The one who stares into his eyes and wants every inch of him. The one who gets
off on giving, and showing, and doing. The one who won't give up until he's had
his fill."

The more
intimate, private sessions paid well. They paid even better when the guys came
back for more. And they sometimes came back for that final 'inch of ecstasy'.

"And
for that, you need to plan. And then you need to tease, taunt, titillate,
touch, tantalize, graze, gaze, grasp, grip, give, take, smile, slide, slither,
stare, care, caress, crave, moan, perform, encourage, excite, cajole,
control... then deliver."

But this
was no whorehouse. This wasn't money for sex. This was paying for a show, a
performance, for a good time. And all the best times are had in the head not
just in the pants. And let's face it, how many wives and girlfriends are Stars
of the stage?
Mistresses of the pole?
Or Genies of gyration?
Very few.
And
the good thing is these days that a good many women are joining their men for
the very same show. Maybe not so much the full treatment, one on ones, but
definitely the main auditorium performances and occasionally an appreciation of
the art of lap dancing.

Bill had
not let Jody forget his request for a dance.
Reciprocation
for his favour.
But she knew him too well and didn't want to ruin all
the other things they had going on.
Back-scratching and
business things that is.
He was aching for it though, and she knew in
some small way he deserved it, so she'd make sure 'Mister Blue Balls' would
eventually get his treat. Just not necessarily what he expected.

Jody
invited Bill down to Vamps on a Wednesday evening. It was quieter in the middle
of the week and it would be easier to set things up just the way she wanted.
She secured a couch for Bill in one of the best locations and had Lucy prepped
for giving him a cozy time whilst a number of the other girls performed. This
not only gave him the V.I.P treatment but also ensured that any freelancers
didn't steel Jody's man. Lucy entertained him well during the show while
Rachael flirted more and more each time she returned with drinks. Her very
short ruffled skirt and tight busty top in American Diner waitress style was
just perfect for this role and she never missed an opportunity to make it work
for her. She didn't hold back with her flirting or physical contact either.

Bill was
enjoying the special treatment. Then Jody's name was announced, and the lights
dimmed a little.

On she
came to Joe Cocker and “You can leave your hat on”.

A little passé in strip clubs, but ‘just the ticket’ for Bill.

Wearing
a Trilby, a trench coat, seams, black high heels and nothing else that was
discernible, she sauntered to her spot and began.

The big,
brassy, bold, mid tempo rock anthem, famous for the striptease scene in '9 and
1/2 Weeks' was now getting the bold, brassy, hip temptress treatment from Jody.
This was all class and a great deal more 'ass' was in store than the film dared
to display.

Rachael, who had been standing beside Bill's Couch playing with his
hair, made to sit down, and got him and Lucy to 'budge up' so she could squeeze
on the end.
They obliged and quickly
returned their attentions to the show. Rachael had seen it before and, although
she was always impressed, she had impressions of her own to make.

Jody's
trench coat was now lying somewhere at the back of the stage and she was
synching and timing and calculating the removal of an evening wear ensemble
reminiscent of the big budget Hollywood musicals of the 1950's.

 
A short stool slid onto the stage and arrested
itself beside Jody. She raised a leg and placed one foot on it. With high
bended knee her skirt slid down her thigh and she traced her fingers from
either side of her heeled foot all the way to her near exposed crotch. Bill was
treated simultaneously to a like-wise experience along his own legs. Rachael
and Lucy had let their fingers loose on him. He didn't know whether to pay
attention to them or to Jody.

Rachael
lifted his chin and pointed his face in the direction of the stage then
returned her own attentions to the rest of him. Stroking and caressing, then
rubbing and squeezing, there were no arguments over this clothed ‘ménage a trois’
from Bill.

The
skirt came off revealing dancers' tights and knickers.
The
bustier followed suit exposing a tightly filled black bra.
Bill's
companions were now running their nails all over him. Chest, sides, legs, arms.
Then one of them cupped his balls while the other grabbed his cock. Clearly it
felt good, but what he really felt like was ripping his trousers off and letting
them get the job done properly. Trouble was, though, this was still a public
arena.

Jody was
getting to her 'naughty bits'. She peeled off the knickers and hosiery. She
released her incredible treasure chest and to a chorus of approval she teased
off her g-string. She still had her hat on of course!

Bill had
now seen what all the fuss was about. He realized she was in a league of her
own, and he couldn't wait for desserts.

A few
minutes later Jody joined her V.I.P. voyeurs. She'd put her g-string and bra
back on and came over to stand before the threesome.

"Seen
enough? Are we even yet?" She asked.

"Almost,"
he said "What about a little more privacy. I think you should finish what
you've started."

Jody
smiled, put her index finger to her lip then extended a hand to him. Like a
little child, Bill allowed her to lead him away to somewhere else, for
something good, he hoped. Rachael and Lucy jumped to their feet and giggling
like schoolgirls they followed behind.

Through the side hallway and up the stairs to the second door on the
left.
The club music accompanied them all the way but
disappeared on entering their private chambers. Background music greeted them
and Lucy obliged in sorting out something a little more suitable for the mood.

Alannah
Miles, “Black Velvet”, O.M.G.

The room
was very tastefully done in the best of bachelor pad decor with a huge bed at
one end. To the side of the room there was a large couch with a matching
circular ottoman in front, beyond which was a mini stage and pole. The lights
were dimmed sufficiently and Jody sat Bill down on the Couch for what he
expected to be a rather more explicit version of what he'd just witnessed
downstairs.

She took
the girls by the hands and led them in a slow, three girl dance routine which
had Bill settling into his entertainment very comfortably. Knees bending, hips
swaying, arms waving, the sensual air caressing soon turned into erotic skin
smoothing and finger stroking.

Jody
left the other two pawing each other by the pole and came to sit facing Bill on
the Ottoman. Her high black stilettos pushed her knees far higher than her hips
and she eased her legs open. Bill unconsciously mimicked her, giving away his
expected body language. Not really knowing where to place himself he gripped
his own knees like a mirror to Jody. She, however, began stroking her legs and
then her breasts, then her legs again whilst he hung on for fear of losing
control. The music was dirty, the mood was incredible and Jody was 'blowing his
mind'.

Bill had
all but forgotten the other two, dancing behind Jody, who had now begun to peel
off their already scanty articles of clothing, when she licked her middle
finger and began to stroke her almost visible black laced pussy. Up and down,
and up and down.

Bill
rubbed his thighs in appreciation then she rose to her feet, leaned forward and
slid both her hands along his thighs from knees to hips, ensuring her thumbs
slid purposefully into the groin grooves on either side of his balls. She knelt
down in front of him, all the while staring into his eyes, then slowly unzipped
his fly and wrestled his iron like erection from within. Gripping it gently she
wanked him up and down a couple of times then stopped.

Jody
looked at him, bent in, kissed his engorged knob end, then stood up and gave
him a huge kiss on the cheek and said, "Gotta go now Bill. It's been fun.
I'm going to leave you in four very capable hands. Take your time, your not on
the clock, these girls know what to do." Over they came whilst Jody blew
him a kiss and closed the door behind her.