TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE (10 page)

Teresa begins to ask me nasty, prying questions designed to show that I'm just a little fluff-headed chick with no brains.

Due to background I have from my homework, I'm able to answer the questions and even add a very little bit of information.
 
This last seems to intrigue T. William.
 
Apparently he begins to wonder exactly who and what I am, because it's obvious that a whore wouldn't know anything at all.

After a bit, Teresa is shooed away by some lackey and T. William and I stand together and we interact with the lackeys who come to pay homage to the great white chief.

Instead of standing there and posing for the lackeys, I more or less cling to T. William and listen to what's going on.
 
When some idiot is annoying T. William, I suddenly need attention from T. William.
 
T. William is sorry, 'But you know how women are.'

As the evening wears on, there's a little group of boys with ‘dates’ clustered around T. William and a bunch of guys with no dates hanging around the bar.

Well, actually Teresa is one of the ‘boys with dates’ group.
 
Teresa’s date is one of the ladies from The Pussycat Lounge, whom I took to lunch.
 
I suspect that Teresa is unhappy because she wants me.
 
And I suspect that her date is also unhappy because Teresa wants me.

However, Teresa dares not piss off T. William.

Eventually, T. William and I move away from the rest of the top executive group.
 
Either T. William breaks away, or he spends the rest of the evening getting his ass kissed as he's slowly bored to death.
 
With no where else to go, we wind up in his hotel suite.
 
Once we're inside the suite, suddenly, T. William doesn't want to be close to me.

I don't push matters right away and I begin to suspect that T. William has a bad case of limp cock.
 
I need to wait for my chance and then do what I have to.

T, William, apparently to cover his embarrassment, asks me what it is that I do.

I see my one chance and I take it.
 
I begin to dance a few steps in front of T. William and then I take off my dress.
 
He is greeted with the sight of my shaved pussy, framed with a garter belt and lace top nylons.
 
I have the man’s full attention.

I begin to dance in my usual Pussycat Lounge costume, minus the French bra.
 
I don't waste a lot of time with fancy dance steps.
 
I show T. William the inside of my pussy and move in on limp cock.

T. William is now scared because I'll find out about his problem.
 
To fend me off, he grabs my tits.

I moan and tell him he's found the secret link to my pussy!
 
He can feel down there for himself.

With one hand on my tit and one hand on my pussy, T. William is defenceless.
 
I move a little closer and throw my arms around his neck and give him a hot tongue kiss.
 
I make damn sure that my body is pressed hot to T. William so that he can feel all of the girl equipment.

T. William is not used to being attacked by a woman, but he finds that he likes it!

I feel the front of his slacks and he has at least a partial erection.
 
I tell T. William that I need help in getting my nylons off and he can just be a good boy and help me.

T. William, CEO or not, is on his knees sliding my fancy nylons down my legs.
 
He finds out that, even if his cock is not quite ready right now, his tongue is.

T. William, the CEO, is tonguing my pussy in fairly amateurish fashion, but with great enthusiasm.
 
I notice that he's unzipped and working his cock with his hand.
 
He seems to be at least semi-erect and we need to use that erection.

I fake an orgasm.
 
I then kick off my shoes and the nylons puddled around my ankles.
 
I get him up and then lead T. William over to the bed and we strip him.

He still has only a semi-erection and I need to do something to get him up.
 
If the CEO uses his tongue on my pussy, can I do less for his cock?
 
I push him back on the bed and begin to suck on his not quite ready cock.
 
T. William lies back and just enjoys the lip service I'm giving him.
 
In a few minutes, he has a raging erection and I join him on the bed.

I pull him onto me and he mounts me with his hard cock sliding into my still wet pussy.

I tell him, “I can feel you deep inside me.
 
I want your to conquer me.
 
I want oooHHHH!
 
I wan’ ooohhhHHH!
 
Fuck me hard!
 
Fuh’ me har!”

By now T. William is nearly as excited as I'm pretending to be.
 
His limp cock isn't a problem, at least for the moment.
 
He's pumping a nice, hard cock in and out of me and I'm using my internal muscles to provide just the right friction to drive the man wild!

T. William fucks me hard and way too fast.
 
In much too short a time, I can feel him getting ready to climax.
 
I'm nowhere near ready, but I join him with a good fake climax.

He pumps cum into me over at least a dozen strokes and he's still coming!
 
My pussy is already full to overflowing and he's still coming.

By now, the man is tired.
 
He obviously has not been getting too much fucking with his limp cock problem.
 
Thus, he has an endurance problem.
 
He finally quits coming and rolls off me.

I cuddle to him and tell him what a stud he is.
 
I whisper to him I have never had a man fill me with cum the way he did.
 
What I don't tell him is that it's a classic symptom of a man who hasn't come for a long time.
 
What the customer doesn’t know won't hurt my tip at all!

As soon as he's rested a little, I get up and take my time getting myself cleaned up.
 
I give the man time to recover while I make sure everything is just so.
 
I then get T. William up and he gets cleaned up.
 
I get prepared to go back downstairs with the big man.

When I say I get prepared, I mean I'm already prepared, I just put my plan into action.
 
I'm wearing the same dress, the same garter belt and the same shoes as when I went up to the room with T. William.
 
I'm also again wearing lace top nylons.
 
However, the nylons aren't quite the same pattern or shade as before our trip to T. William’s room.

When we get down to the ballroom where the party is still going on, T. William struts through the party with his lady on his arm.
 
I stay so damn close to him that it must be pretty clear what we have been doing.
 
Then, a few of the boys notice the change in nylons.
 
The word spreads through the room like wildfire.
 
T. William took his pretty girl up to his room and restored a little order.
 
It appears that the rumours that T. William is having a limp cock problem are somewhat exaggerated.
 
(When you hire a real professional to solve your problem, it may cost you some money, but your problem does get solved!)

T. William treats me like the pampered pleasure slave girl he has just taken up to his room and fucked and is gonna’ fuck again after he makes sure the party is going well for the rest of his troops.

I continue to cling to him like a ravaged little Princess and ohh and ahh like a just fucked 18-year-old.
 
The act sells and the room wonders just exactly how hot Nocturne is if she can get T. William up despite the rumoured limp cock problem?
 
T. William is strutting around the room like a rooster and it's obvious that he just got himself some pussy!

With the room taken care of, T. William and I strut out of the ballroom and head back to the elevators.
 
We take the elevator back up to his room.
 
I can see that he looks tired.
 
I suspect that the high from our first fuck has drained more energy than he realized.
 
When we get to the room, I go into the bathroom to strip this time.
 
By the time I get back a half asleep T. William is in bed.
 
He tells me he's left a little something in my purse.
 
He then tries to romance me, but he's so tired he falls asleep before anything really happens.

I rest for a little while, until I'm sure that T. William is sound asleep.
 
I then very carefully slip out of bed and quietly get dressed in the bathroom.
 
I discover the 'little something' he left in my purse is $1,000!
 
This is in addition to the fee he already paid for Nocturne, the party girl.

I very quietly call for a cab to come to the back entrance to the hotel and pick me up.

As I ride the back elevator down to the cab I called, I think that the best part of the evening isn't the money, but the reputation that Nocturne has as the hottest pussy in town!
 
I have not only survived my first private party, I have prospered!

The word will spread and I'll be in demand for more highly profitable private parties in the future.
 
Since I was T. William’s lady, I'll have the inside track to the CEO of the company that throws the next private party.

Amateur Night!

I
HAVE NOW HAD a highly successful first night as a party girl.
 
In fact, I'm so successful that I get a special recommendation from T. William, the CEO of the company that threw the party.
 
Just as I had hoped, with the recommendation the Nocturne pussy will be in for some more profitable private party work in the near future!

With my brief moment of glory over for the time being, I return to my regular work at The Pussycat Lounge.

The Pussycat Lounge is a top of the line nude dancer/strip bar place.
 
They get the best girls because The Pussycat Lounge girls get the best tips.
 
There are girls all over the towns located where there's one of The Pussycat Lounges who would quit their current job in an instant and move over to The Pussycat Lounge if they could.
 
In fact, The Pussycat Lounge also gets the very best of the new girls because of the financial opportunities.

Many of the other nude dancer/strip bar places have what are called 'amateur nights.'
 
Mostly the 'amateurs' are girls with no real experience trying to get a job by working for free or cheap.
 
The amateurs hope to do well and that they'll then be invited to stay and work for pay.
 
The Pussycat Lounge doesn't have amateur nights as such.

However, sometimes The Pussycat Lounge will use amateurs.
 
Now, the Pussycat Lounge amateurs are not the wannabes who dance at the other clubs.
 
Some times a lady with a winning face and figure will come in and want to dance.
 
The ladies who make it past the Manager are mostly trophy wives who want to show it all in public.
 
The amateurs who make it are definitely not locals and they're not in it for the money.
 
They want a place, far away from home, where they can fulfill some of their sexual fantasies and possibly some of their husband’s sexual fantasies.

Of course, some of the amateur ladies turn around and walk out when they find that they will have to fuck the customers as part of the experience.
 
However, most of them are eager and willing to do the whole job.

You might wonder what will happen if a trophy wife’s husband finds out about her nude dancing and customer fucking?
 
Well, in most cases, the husband comes in to The Pussycat Lounge with his wife.
 
He's not worried about his wife dancing nude, or even about her fucking customers.
 
In most cases he wants to be in the audience watching her dance and work out her sexual fantasies.
 
He has his own sexual fantasies.

Now, I have a choice.
 
I can dance nude and fuck customers or starve.
 
The amateurs come in, dance nude, fuck customers and get very short pay or no pay.
 
In most cases they won't take any money at all, because then they would be a whore.
 
Go figure!

The Pussycat Lounge has a motto for dancers.
 
The motto isn't written down anywhere in the place, but it's known to all the employees and rigidly enforced because of the law.
 
The motto is, 'Be 18 or be gone!'
 
If an amateur passes the age test, the face test and the figure test, she advances to the dance test.

The dance test is conducted with the style and grace that mark all of the management to girl relationships at The Pussycat Lounge.
 
The Manager tells the amateur something like, “Take it all off and get up on the stage and shake it.”
 
Apparently the word is out on the grapevine, because the usual vixen doesn’t ask a stupid question like, “Where is the ladies dressing room?”
 
Instead she takes off her coat (cold weather) or wraparound dress (warmer weather) and gets up on the stage and shakes it as ordered.