TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE (8 page)

The guy gets on the bed and mounts me.
 
He jams his big cock inside me and starts to work.
 
His cock is so big that all I can think about is how it's filling me up!
 
I'm like a little schoolgirl getting her first piece of ass.
 
As he continues to pump, I do manage to get my legs wrapped around him, but I'm not really thrusting back.
 
It's not too big a problem, because the guy is working like a steam drill!

I'm moaning and sighing in his ear for real, although he probably thinks it's just an act.
 
It's not an act, I can feel every bit of the inside of my pussy being worked and I'm so damn excited I can't think, only react.

I finally reach a screaming orgasm that's so powerful that it drags him along with me and we finish together.
 
I collapse and lay there as he pumps cum into his condom.

We're both exhausted and lie there for a bit.

I finally manage to stagger off the bed and shakily autograph the latest pair of ruined nylons.
 
The message has another slight change:
 
“For a lethal weapon stud who took EVERYTHING, Princess Nocturne!”

I stagger back and kind of lay the nylons on the guy who's still lying on the bed.

We do another cleaning cycle, this time with Taffy.
 
The guy who fucked me isn't causing trouble, he's just so wasted that Taffy has to kind of help him up and then, after the guy gets dressed, kind of walk him out.
 
The guy is saying that he can't believe the ride he just had.
 
Hell, neither can I!

The cleaning lady brings me a fresh set of nylons and I take a little extra time in putting them on to buy myself a little recovery time.
 
However, I can't delay too long and I put my shoes back on and signal Taffy via the TV monitor that I'm ready again.

The last guy for the night comes in.
 
He's an older guy and has a problem.

He gets it up and then down.
 
Up again and then down.

Seeing my chance, I attack with my mouth.
 
I use my lips and tongue to bring the guy to full, quivering erection and then to ejaculation in my mouth and in my face.

The guy would have fallen on his face, but he steadies himself with his hands on my shoulders.
 
When I'm sure he's able to stand on his own, I get up and lead him to the bed.

I realize that I still have my nylons and my French bra on.
 
The old guy paid for a nylon fuck I sit and remove my nylons, giving him the view of his life.

I then rip and run the nylons a bit and then write a special message.
 
“For a rapist who took EVERYTHING, Princess Nocturne!”

The old guy’s ego is protected and he lays a very nice tip on me!
 
I then stagger down the back corridor to the dressing room.
 
I get cleaned up, but I'm exhausted.
 
I tell the Stage manager, “I have had it for tonight!”

The Stage Manager tells me that I have to dance one more time.

Let’s Get Ready!

A
S TIME PASSES I continue to take dancing lessons from Judy and I learn to dance better.
 
I also continue to learn to whore better.
 
I don't really take lessons in whoring; I do it via the on the job training at The Pussycat Lounge.
 
I may be in training, but I'm getting paid like an experienced professional!

I'm making a ton of money out of The Pussycat Lounge.
 
However, I want to make even more.
 
Thus, I begin to analyze my business model.

I'm getting the best tips of any girl in The Pussycat Lounge.
 
I might be able to make a little more in tips, but only a little more.
 
I have the highest fuck price of any girl in The Pussycat Lounge and I still get fucked more than any of the other girls.
 
I might be able to get fucked more, but we get into a problem of endurance.
 
Also, each time I get fucked, there's one less guy who has to wonder if I'm really worth the high price I get.
 
I'm getting pretty close to limited out here.

I talk to Desiree about the problem and she tells me that, just as I suspected, I will get fucked less as time goes on and finally I'll either have to cut my price or move on.

Desiree then tells me, “The proper strategy here is for you to get more money per date.”

I tell her, “I already get the highest price of any of the girls at any of the Pussycat Lounge locations.
 
How much more will the customers pay?”

Desiree tells me, “The Pussycat Lounge management sets your price, they're pretty good at that and you're getting all you can realistically get from walk in customers.”
 
She then tells me, “The Pussycat Lounge also rents girls for private parties.
 
The private party girls can get more for customer dates.
 
In fact, the private party girls can get a lot more than the dancers here.”

Suddenly I see the path to my financial future!
 
I ask Desiree, “OK, how I get to be a private party girl?”

To my surprise Desiree then asks me some questions that absolutely floor me.
 
She wants to know how several local pro sports teams are doing and why?

I tell her, “Desiree, I have absolutely zero interest in sports, pro or otherwise.”

Desiree tells me, “The private party clients are often interested in sports.
 
If Nocturne wants to sell her pussy for absolute top dollar, Nocturne better be able to talk sports to the guys.”

I see the point.
 
After work, I begin to study sports and a few other items. It's like being back in school again, except now I basically get paid to study and, instead of text books I mainly use the local newspapers.

When I can convince Desiree that I have enough background knowledge, she schedules me for a private party.
 
She also arranges for me to buy lunch for two of the private party ladies.
 
I pay for the food and they give me information back that's worth more than gold to me.

The Pussycat Lounge hires girls to dance or waitress.
 
For private parties they hire ladies.
 
The dancer girls at The Pussycat Lounge strip for the walk in customers.
 
If the private party ladies strip, they strip for just one customer.
 
The girls try to fuck several times a night.
 
The ladies try to suck and/or fuck a CEO to one orgasm per party.
 
The girls get hundreds per fuck.
 
The ladies get thousands per fuck.

Slowly, by asking a lot of questions, I form a picture in my mind of the action at a private party.
 
The private party ladies I buy lunch for don't go out of their way to be helpful.
 
However, I have some idea of what Nocturne needs to do to take advantage of what she'll encounter at a private party.

The private party ladies think I'll dress like a whore and go to the private party.
 
Of course, they're right.
 
I'll have to dress like a whore for the private parties, since The Pussycat Lounge basically guarantees it.
 
They also think that I'll mingle with the guests.
 
Again, they're right to an extent.
 
I'll have to mingle with the guests, or at least some of the guests.
 
Then the ladies think a guest will select me as the lady he wants and take her to a bedroom and fuck her brains out.
 
However, this last is right only if the lady is an empty-headed little bit of fluff.
 
Such a girl will get herself selected by the customer.

The key here is that Nocturne must select her customer, rather than let a customer select her.
 
The customer I really want is the CEO.
 
However, if I can get to the CEO, even if I strike out with the CEO, the guys around the CEO should be pretty high up in the company and I should do all right.
 
The problem here is to identify the CEO.
 
The private party ladies are, as you might imagine, no help at all as far as identifying the top company officers.

Fortunately, my Daddy is a business guy.
 
He bought and sold some stocks.
 
The companies that issue stocks are forced to issue an annual financial report.
 
The financial report almost always contains the pictures of the guys who run the company.
 
Little Nocturne will just get herself annual reports for the company throwing the party and identify the money guys.
 
Having identified the money guys, Nocturne will hang with the money guys and get picked up by at least a Vice President.
 
Absolutely nothing can go wrong, ... go wrong, ... go wrong.

Just when I think I have things wrapped up, the private party ladies drop a bomb on me.
 
There are always horny executives at the parties.
 
Some of the horny executives are ladies.
 
If a lady wants me, I have to service the lady.
 
I have never done this sort of thing before, however it's a required duty for a private party lady.
 
Thus, I'll have to learn how to romance another lady.

The only way I'm going to learn how to have sex with another lady is to have sex with another lady.
 
Well, it seems that the private party ladies are willing to help out here.
 
Mind you, just to help the new girl along.
 
Despite my resistance to the idea, I manage to work them for a little information about lady/lady sex terminology.

I don't commit to have sex with a private party lady while we're at the luncheon.
 
Later, I do talk to Desiree about the problem and she tells me that I will indeed have to learn about sex with another lady.
 
It turns out that Desiree might just be willing to be the other lady.

I think things over and decide that I don't want to get involved with another Pussycat Lounge lady, not even Desiree, with whom I get along quite well.

I use some of the terminology I have learned from the private party ladies and managed to connect with a dancer who isn't a Pussycat Lounge regular.
 
She has the looks and the style to be a regular, but she's just passing through and is working her way to wherever, one strip club at a time.

The lady isn't too obvious about it, but her eyes seem to linger just a fraction too long when one of the other nude dancers comes back from her turn.
 
I manage to get just a little too close to her after one of my dancing turns and she's rather obviously interested in me.

After we get off work one night, I casually invite her to my apartment for a drink.

She accepts without hesitation and I can see that she realizes that she 's snared me for an evening of sexual fun.

We get back to my place.
 
I pour us a couple of glasses of wine and then sit down opposite her.
 
I'm wearing just a blouse with no bra and a short shirt with no panties.
 
I also wear the garter belt and nylons that are the ‘uniform’ at The Pussycat Lounge.
 
I don’t know exactly why I'm wearing the last items, as we're obviously going to have to get nude before we have sex, but the fetish stuff just seems so right!

I'm on display and she realizes it with appreciation and anticipation.
 
My instincts were right again!

I don't want to tip her off to the private party opportunity.
 
Thus, I manage to explain to her that I have a paid date lined up with a lady who's the wife of one of my customers.

The lady seems puzzled as to why I would discuss the date with her.

I explain, “I'm willing to take the date for the money, but I have never had sex with a woman before and I'm a little lost.”

The lady’s eyes glitter with the spark of a predator closing in for the kill!
 
She tells me, “Well, you obviously need some basic training.”

She gets up from her seat and I also rise.
 
I'm sort of dreading the experience, but I'm also very excited.
 
I lead her into my bedroom and turn to ask her what we're going to do next.

She fondles my breast through my sheer blouse and then tongue kisses me.

I try to tongue kiss back, but she conquers me and I surrender to her as I feel her soft fingers gently probing under my short skirt at my wet pussy.