The Gentlemen's Club Journals Complete Collection (6 page)

“No choice?”

“It’s her job,” Joey said.  “She’s a dancer at an upscale men’s club.”

“A stripper?”  Kate looked wide-eyed at Margaret.

Margaret laughed and flashed her eyes at Kate.  “We prefer the term
exotic
dancer
, sweetheart.”  She noticed Kate’s mouth still agape and smiled at her.  “Jesus, Katie.  Don’t be such a prude.”

Kate closed her mouth and shook her head.  “No, I…I just.  Well, the woman, girl really, that Larry had an affair with was a stripper and—”

Margaret laugh crumpled.  “Oh, Honey!  I’m so sorry.  I shouldn’t have teased you.”

“No, no.”  Kate put her hand on her friend’s knee.  “It’s okay.  In fact, I visited a couple of strip clubs just to see what they were like.  One was really seedy, but one was okay.”

“You should see Margaret dance.”  Joey smiled, even as Margaret rolled her eyes.

Kate laughed.  “What do you want me to do, fly out to Oklahoma City to the club?” 

Margaret laughed, but Joey said, “Dance for us, Baby.”

Margaret smiled and stood up.  “Okay.”  She moved the coffee table off to the side and told Kate to sit on the couch next to her husband.  Kate was a little uncertain, but she moved next to Joey and sat down.  Margaret walked to the entertainment center and flipped through some cds until she found one she liked.  Then, she dimmed the lights and started the music.

It was early soulful jazz that floated from the speakers, and Margaret immediately changed from perky to sensual as she swayed to the music.  Kate couldn’t believe how cute became sexy in seconds.  Margaret’s hair fell over her face as she bent down, and Kate watched her ass swaying behind her.  She began to feel a stirring between her legs and felt her nipples harden beneath her shirt.  She swallowed hard as Margaret whipped her head up and stared right at her, blowing a kiss and then running her tongue over her lips. 

With a quick and fluid motion, Margaret removed her shirt and Kate saw her breasts desperately trying to escape from a lacey bra.  Another motion, and they were free.  Margaret held them in her hands and extended her turn to lick at a nipple.  Kate felt her cheeks flush and glanced at Joey.  She was shocked to see that he’d unzipped his pants and was stroking his cock.   Her eyes grew wide, but he only smiled at her and raised his eyebrows.  She turned back to Margaret, who was stepping out of her pants, still moving to the music.  She felt Joey’s hand on the back of her head, and when she turned to look at him again, he pulled her face toward the cock he was still stroking.

She didn’t know why, but she didn’t resist.  Instead, she leaned down and opened her mouth, flicking at Joey’s cock with her tongue before moving down on it and sucking.  She felt his hand rubbing her hair and then she felt Margaret at her back.  She moved her head up and down, trying to move with the music.  Joey groaned and Kate felt Margaret pulling at her clothes.  Margaret was as good at undressing Kate as she was at undressing herself, and after she lifted her head to let her friend pull off the blouse she was naked.  Margaret climbed on top of her, pushing her tongue into her mouth and rubbing at her pussy with a free hand.

Joey was suddenly next to her, and Margaret turned to suck him, right in front of Kate’s face.  Kate reached out with her tongue and licked at his balls as Margaret sucked.  After a moment, Margaret backed away and guided Joey into Kate’s mouth.   Then, she slid downward, and Kate felt her licking at her pussy.  It was amazing, just amazing.  Joey stepped over her to get a better angle, and as Kate gripped his thighs, he pushed and pulled in and out of her mouth.  She tried to concentrate on his cock, but Margaret’s tongue on her clit was making it all but impossible.  Soon, far sooner than she would have thought possible, she was screaming around Joey’s dick and shoving her pussy against Margaret’s face.   Margaret backed away and Kate heard her say, “Fuck her, Honey!”

Joey pulled out of her mouth, stepped down, and thrust right into Kate.  When she felt his cock push into her pussy, Kate nearly screamed again.  She was still coming, and Joey fucked her hard, keeping a pace that was furious in the pounding.  Finally, after several minutes of continual orgasm, Kate pushed him off, panting and whimpering.  He smiled at her and sat down next to her, nuzzling her neck.  “Margaret, Baby.  I think you were a little too good.  Poor Kate can’t take anymore.” 

Margaret punched him playfully on the shoulder and leaned down to kiss Kate.  “It’s okay, Katie, I’ll finish him.”  With that, she turned around and sat on top of him.  Kate watched her begin to move up and down, watched her hair brushing against Joey’s chest and chin.  She crawled off the couch and knelt in front of them, watching as Joey’s cock disappeared and reappeared.   She moved forward and began to lick at Joey’s balls.  He moaned and began pumping faster.  Kate watched Margaret’s pussy clenching at his cock and moved her tongue up his shaft to her clit.  Her friend moaned and leaned backward as Kate licked at her.  In a few moments, she grabbed Kate’s hair and screamed “Oh Yes!  Yes! Yes!”  Joey began fucking her faster and she screamed and didn’t stop until Joey thrust up a final time and screamed himself.

The three sat for a while in awkward silence, and Kate finally stood and kissed both of them.  Then, she pulled on her jeans and her blouse and sat back in the chair.  She  took her wine from the end table and sipped it.  “So, how long are you guys in town?”  That brought a round of giggles from her naked friends.

Three hours later, Maureen called.  “Hey honey, how’s Margaret?”

Kate sat up on the bed.  “She’s doing good.  Same old Margaret.”  Even as she said it, she could still feel Margaret’s tongue on her.  “They’re in town for another three days.  You should try to meet up.”

“Oh, that’s why I’m calling, Darling.  I’m going to Vegas for the weekend.  I just wanted to make sure you’d be okay.”

Kate smiled.  “I’ll be fine, Dear.  You go have fun and be careful.”

“But won’t you be bored?”

Kate looked to her left where Margaret slept naked, her leg over Joey’s waist.  She watched her breathing and saw the way Joey’s chest rose and fell with his breath.  “Oh, don’t worry Maur.  I’ll find something to do.”

Kate’s Compassion: The Rough Stripper Gangbang

Episode Five

Kate came hard, shuddering as she thrust her hips upward and pushed her fingers further into her pussy.  The blonde stripper on the TV screen across from her king sized bed was shouting and the man inside of her was coming as well.  Kate slowed her fingers, gradually allowing her body to relax as she slowly came down from the feeling.  Finally, just as the screen went black of its own accord, she pulled her fingers out and lay on the bed.

It had been a strange and wonderful few months.  The tape had started it all.  The girlish young blonde had been fucking Kate’s husband, ex-husband now.  Larry James Neiss had left the video (of the blonde with the pageboy haircut sucking his tiny prick and then fucking him senseless) on a flash drive in his pants and Kate had found it in the laundry.  The video had cost Dr. Neiss, whom Kate called Dr. Asshole, more than half of everything they owned, including the house.  Kate had spent nearly six months watching the video every night before her best friend Maureen had taken her out and convinced her to fuck a total stranger in the backseat of her car.  A week later, and she slept with a woman for the first time.  Then, it was anonymous blowjobs and fucking in a public bathroom, and a week ago a threesome with a childhood girlfriend and her husband.  The threesome with Joey and Margaret had lasted for an entire weekend, and Kate smiled at the memory of it.

She was over Dr. Asshole, but she wasn’t over the tape.  Even as she had her adventures and felt herself blossoming sexually, she watched the tape nearly every night.  She even watched it with Joey and Margaret, Margaret licking at her clit while she watched Joey fuck his wife from behind.  She tried to think of a day, any day when she hadn’t heard Larry “Little Prick” Neiss cry out and come, but she couldn’t come up with even one.  She didn’t know why.  She hadn’t really been happy with him, and she was happy to be free of him, even happy to cash the fifteen thousand dollar alimony checks the man had to write to remind himself not to fuck little blondes fifteen years younger than himself.

She put on her jeans and pulled a cotton t-shirt over her head.  She didn’t bother with a bra.  She wasn’t sure if what she was doing was smart, but she pushed the worries out of her mind and grabbed her purse.  The phone rang.  That would be Maureen checking in on her.  Her best friend cared a lot, and she knew about the tape.  She knew about the way Kate obsessed about it.  Kate decided it would probably be a good idea to let the phone ring.  She walked out the door and headed to her car.  The moment she got inside, she reached in the glove compartment and grabbed a cigarette.  It was true that she and Maureen were trying to quit, but they’d only managed to limit their smoking to the travel time.  She lit up and inhaled deeply. 

The drive was easy.  Maureen didn’t know it, but she made the trip three or four times per week, just drove and sat in the parking lot of The Night Horse, the strip club where Morgan Rees worked.  Morgan—she used the stage name Elektra—was the blonde from the video, and Kate had seen her walk from the club to her car two or three times per night, almost every night.  Kate hadn’t had the courage to confront her.  Instead, she sat in the back of the parking lot and waited for the times that Elektra would head to her car.  She wasn’t sure why Elektra went to her car.  She figured she was drinking or maybe doing some other drug.  Maybe she called Dr. Asshole Neiss when she took her car breaks.  Who knew?

She felt a little creepy, like maybe she was crazy.  Still, she also felt excited.  She was a spy, a cop on a stakeout, and action star.  She shook her head.  She was none of those things.  She was a thirty year old woman whose husband had left her for a nineteen year old stripper who looked fifteen or sixteen except for the tits. 
Fuck!  What the hell am I doing here?
The worst part about it, the thing that Kate didn’t understand—she was happy now.  She enjoyed her adventures, enjoyed the freedom the divorce gave her.  She didn’t miss Little Dick Neiss at all.  In fact, the tape had allowed all of the little frustrations and irritations of life with the man to come to the forefront.  She was thankful she wasn’t with him.  She wasn’t lonely either.  She knew now that she could go out and find a relationship, one that could be instant and fun or long term and ongoing.  Why the hell was she spying on Elektra?

She knew the answer.  She hadn’t been happy with Larry, at least she hadn’t been happy after the first year.  Still, he was Kate’s, and nobody had a right to take him from her.  She had saved all of the books she ever read from the time she was a teenager.  Even though she’d never reread any of the quasi-romance teenager books she still had in boxes in her garage, she’d have been upset if anyone took them from her.  They were hers.  Elektra had waltzed in and taken what belonged to Kate.  It was an affront, a horrible affront, and that was the problem.  It didn’t matter that Kate was far better off without Dr. Asshole.  He was hers, and someone had taken him. She sighed. 
I’m being stupid.
 

Still, she sat in the parking lot.  She got the idea to pull up right next to Elektra’s car to see what she did the next time she came out.  She felt a thrill of excitement as she pulled up.  She rolled her window down about halfway, climbed into the back seat and lit a cigarette.  It was forty-five minutes before Elektra came out to her car, and Kate hid in the back seat and peeked over.  Elektra opened her car door and sat in the front seat.  She lit up a cigarette and then dialed on her cell phone.  Kate couldn’t hear her, but eventually, the stripper rolled down a window to let the smoke out and she heard snatches of conversation.

“…but Tony, I don’t want to do that all at once….No, I know I owe you, but…Tony, I don’t know if I can do it, I…please, Tony, I.”  There was a long pause.  “I know, Tony, but…please, I…No, you don’t need to come out, I…Tony?  Tony?”  Kate saw Elektra lower the phone.  In a few minutes, she got up and walked back into the club.  Kate couldn’t help but stare at her tiny ass as she walked.  Kate decided to stay by Elektra’s car for a while longer and head home.  There was nothing special in Elektra’s car visits, just a phone call and an argument.  Kate felt depressed.  What the hell am I doing here?  She lit up another cigarette and felt a tear on her cheek.