Stories from author RogueAlan

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Recession Blues

Recession Blues Ch. 01
By RogueAlan ©

Recession Blues: Wife Forced to Strip

Original story: Stormbringer

'Novelization': RogueAlan

I have been enjoying Stormbringer's stories for years. 'Welcome to the Neighborhood' is a personal favorite. I stumbled across illustrated panels for 'Recession Blues' a couple years ago, and again more recently. The story was great, and while the art is worth tracking down, I guess I'm one of the less visual minority who prefer to read the story so the images are in my head. So I set about fleshing out the story. And Stormbringer graciously accepted it.

I should note here, that at the completion of chapter 1 I was so excited I did not even get the edited chapter out to him. What follows IS the edited chapter. And there is more on the way. I hope any of you who have not read his work before will take time to look him up here on LitErotica and read some of his stories. And I hope you enjoy... Recession Blues

(SKIP to avoid SPOILER)

Synopsis: A married couple having financial difficulties consider the possibilities of having the wife strip for a living after she wins an amateur night contest at a strip club. After accepting a job, the black bouncer ejects a client being too aggressive towards the wife during a lap dance. The bouncer collects his 'reward,' and the wife ends up doing more than she expected, and in doing so, assures that she is firmly in the club owner's control.

Characters: (Descriptions are left up to the artist)

Ann- The wife, has an amazing body worthy of a porn star.

Tom- The Husband. average and nondescript... and unemployed.

Leslie, the Club Owner- older, smooth but a little sleazy.

Jacen- The bouncer. Over muscled and hung.

The aggressive client-

Settings: A bedroom, kitchen or dining room table, stage with a pole for stripping, Table in the club with a view of the stage, a lap dance area, the entrance to the club both inside and outside, and a parking lot with a car.

***

Ann looked at the splashy ad in the Sunday paper. A shapely blonde held on to a pole, bills generously adorning her thong where she was frozen above a group of staring men. The upright living V of a bouncer is visible at the edge of the photo, the upper and lower borders advertising 'Amateur Contest, Every Wednesday Night. Win $500.'

"I hope you find something interesting in there," her husband said, setting his pencil on the check register, "It's the last paper we'll be able to buy for awhile... We're officially broke."

"What?" Ann was shocked. She knew things had been tight, but last week there had been $400 in their checking account.

"This credit card payment and the electrical bill wiped us out." He reached for the Classifieds section, "If I don't find a job soon, we're in real trouble." Ann looked at the ad again. She knew Tom had been trying... He visited three or four businesses a day, jobs he was grossly overqualified to do, jobs that paid minimum wage, part time jobs... he had even applied and told the company he was willing to travel. She sighed.

"I already looked... There's still nothing. I guess a degree in modern dance wasn't the smartest choice," she looked at the ad again, "The only thing I could do is work at the local strip club... They're hiring dancers."

"Right," her husband rolled his eyes, "That's so funny." Suddenly Ann was angry. Was he saying she could not do that job?

"Really?" Tom recognized the tone in her voice, "It says right here... They have amateur night each week... The winner gets $500."

"Bullshit," Tom scoffed, "Let me see that." He looked at the ad. There was not much to it.

"That would pay the rent, but I don't think I could dance nude." Ann shivered at the thought.

"I know." Ann's eyes narrowed angrily at her husband's unintended sleight. He sighed, and surprised her, though, adding, "I guess we can keep it in mind... it beats being homeless."

***Wednesday night.

Tom and Ann paused at the front of the club. Ann hated to admit that she was nervous, but she was holding her husband's hand very tightly. She looked around, resisting the urge to stare at her reflection in the glass at the front of the club. She was sexed up, and knew that several of the guys in the line were staring at her. Nobody did more than stare, though, maybe because of the big black bouncer standing outside the door. The display behind him advertised the amateur night and the $500 prize.

"We're just here to check the place out," she said, mostly to herself, though Tom nodded his agreement. He was trying not to stare at the revealing photos advertising the various dancers within.

"At least it's clean," he paused, "Looks like a decent enough place." The only strip joints he had ever been to—a couple bachelor parties—had been real shit holes. The bouncer looked them up and down. That is, he looked Ann up and down. Nodding, he smiled,

"Good evening, folks. Here for the amateur competition?" he certainly hoped so. Tom shrugged.

"Maybe."

"She should enter," Jacen encouraged them, "You'd be a natural, ma'am." Ann blushed and looked away. The couple moved inside, unaware of Jacen's eyes following Ann's firm ass. 'Damn, look at the body on that slut,' he whispered into the microphone he wore.

"Which... Oh, never mind. And no shit." The inside bouncer answered through the almost hidden earpiece.

***

Tom and Ann paused inside the smoked glass front door, looking around. Tom noticed every guy in the room was eyeing Ann. He was proud of how sexy and beautiful his wife was. Ann did not seem aware of the attention, as she eyed the larger, more explicit photos high on the walls of the big entry hall. A man in an expensive white suit came up, clapping a hand on Tom's shoulder and deftly slipping his other arm around Ann's waist, moving between the obvious couple. Like the inside bouncer, he had been alerted to a particularly tasty visitor by Jacen's statement. Behind the couple, the next group entering held the door wide enough for the club owner to see Jacen looking inside. The big bouncer noted who he was chaperoning and nodded that it was the right mark.

"New guests," the owner began before the couple could startle at his approach, "I hope you're here for the contest, young lady. You are astonishing."

"I don't know," Ann demurred. Tom's chest puffed out possessively.

"She's never done anything like this before," Tom said, "We saw your ad, and thought we'd check the place out, first."

"Of course," the owner smiled broadly, as if that was the most natural thing in the world, "And I'm sure you'll be quite impressed... We have only the best here... the best service, the best food, the best beer and booze... and the prettiest dancers." He looked around conspirationally, "I hate to confess it, but judging from the competition, you have a great shot at winning," he winked, "Go grab a seat. Drinks are on me if you decide to compete."

As the couple moved off, the owner raised his hand to his mouth and feigned examining the rest of the room.

"Great call, Jacen... She's perfect."

"Yep," the big bouncer agreed, "Those tits and ass are amazing." The owner kept the couple in sight as they moved through the spacious hall and through the heavy velvet drapes.

***

Tom and Ann selected a table near the back, but with a good view of the main stage. A server quickly took their order, bringing each a beer so cold the bottle was frosted. Together, they watched the stripper on stage, a pretty brunette who was going through the motions spinning on the pole. She was too skinny, without anything close to Ann's chest or ass. The woman looked relieved when the song ended.

"Let's here it for... Samantha!" the DJ's voice echoed in the big, mostly dark room. There was a smattering of applause and cheers as the girl scooped up the stray bills on the edge of the stage and disappeared through the curtain at the back. Tom whistled, looking at the simple sell sheet on their table.

"Go easy on the drinks. They cost a fortune." Ann shrugged; she was not really a beer drinker, anyway.

"This place isn't so bad," she said as she looked around, "It's clean... It looks like it's mostly business men." Tom nodded, not adding it was mostly tired white businessmen.

"If she's an amateur she wouldn't be any real competition," he told her, nodding at the empty stage, "Your tits are better."

"And now," the DJ's voice paused melodramatically, "Let's welcome last month's winner, Missy!" The blonde flounced through the curtain, waving and blowing kisses at the crowd which was cheering.

"She won?" Tom scoffed, "Her ass is flabby." Ann shrugged, watching the woman moving along the stage.

"Maybe, but the men are throwing money at her," she pointed out to her husband. They watched. Missy had easily three times the money Samantha had brought in, and the first song was not close to being done.

"I read that the good strippers... Girls working classy joints, can make thousands in a weekend," he said, trying to estimate how much the voluptuous dancer had made already. They sipped their beers and watched the girl dance... She was definitely better at working the rail. Tim realized belatedly that they had a visitor.

"So have you made your mind up, yet?" the owner stared just a moment too long at Ann's cleavage, making sure she noticed, then turned and smiled at Tom, almost as if he was asking Tom if he had given Ann permission. She sat up, angry at the suggestion she was not the one who got to decide.

"I have," she nodded, not looking at Tom, "I'm going to give it a try."

"What?" Tom choked on his drink, "You are?" She smiled at her husband.

"It doesn't look so hard. It certainly isn't like the men are groping the girls... it isn't bad."

"Great," the owner smiled broadly, offering Ann an elbow, "Let me show you to the back... You can find something back there..." not completing the sentence 'to take off for my customers.' Before Tom was really aware of what was happening, his wife had disappeared through the heavy curtains left of the stage, which hid a door to the back of the club. The club owner was back in just a moment, though, sliding into the seat after waving to one of the waitresses and motioning for he and Tom to get fresh drinks.

"On you?" Tom asked, aware that he only had a little cash in his wallet. The owner laughed.

"I told you if she danced it would be." Tom relaxed; he even smiled.

"I didn't think she would do it," he told the owner honestly, "I'm Tom."

"That's what Ann said," the owner nodded, "I'm Leslie." Tom blinked and the owner laughed, "I know, my father must have hated me. It's OK... my friends call me Les." Tom nodded, picking up the new bottle a scantily clad waitress had dropped off at the table without really stopping. "Don't worry about your wife," Leslie was saying, "Nobody messes with my girls. Jacen over there," he nodded and Tom's eyes tracked, seeing the big bouncer who had let them into the club, "He's a cop and he knows how to handle the roughest customer. Last month he broke two guys' arms." Tom nodded, relieved at the presence of the big bouncer. As if he had sensed they were looking at him, Jacen turned, and seeing Tom and Leslie watching him, he waved briefly.

The DJ had thanked Missy for her dance. The crowd cheered, and Tom figured for whatever reason the bleach blonde was going to be the winner again.

"And now... a big round of applause for the virgin of the night... Ann." The guys along the rail seemed to sag, as if they did not expect any sort of show. Ann appeared at the back of the stage. She hesitated, and there were some hoots and whistles. Even in the shadows at the back of the stage, Tom could tell she was blushing. She came forward hesitantly, dressed not in the skimpy costume Missy had selected, but the same sundress she had worn to the club. "That's right," the DJ announced, "This is Ann's first contest, so treat her right!" As the music started, a heavy bass beat and a fast tempo, Ann began to shimmy her hips, moving along the edge of the stage, her arms over her head, shoulders moving, which set her breasts swaying.

When the tempo changed at the chorus, Ann was at the end of the long stage. Biting her lip, she spun bent at the waist, and flipped the dress up, revealing her panties. Tom realized she was wearing a thong after a long moment when it seemed that she was naked from the waist down. The crowd along the rail was certainly paying attention. Still facing away from the end where she was standing, she shimmied, then twitched her hips in a credible 'twerking' that brought whistles and applause.

'Take it off, take it off, take it off!' the men began to chant. Ann let the hem fall, then turned quickly, the momentum lifting the skirt again while her hand caught the tie of her dress. A moment later, she stopped moving and the dress seemed to unwind off of her body in an incredibly sexy manner. The guys cheered, eyeing Ann as she stood proudly on stage in just her sexy thong and matching lace bra. Her dress settled to the stage at her feet. Tom absently realized she was wearing garters.

He watched as his wife put her arms up, lifting her hair and emphasizing her cleavage in front and long graceful neck at the back as she strutted and pivoted around the edge of the stage. She looked amazing in just the sexy underwear. She paused near the back of the stage, bent at the waist, shaking her nearly bare ass, then reached back, releasing the clasp of her bra. She turned as she stood, trapping the loosened bra against her breasts with her forearm. She was beaming at the positive reaction of the men, who were going wild, as she pranced again around the edge of the stage. At the front, she paused, yanking the bra away from her chest, leaving her forearm covering her nipples and areolae, the bottom curve of both breasts fully visible.

Catching the pole, Ann spun around, the action leaving both breasts visible as she turned, leaning to emphasize their natural sway. Guys all around the edge of the stage were thrusting bills at her. Tom watched in proud delight, nursing his third beer in the time since Ann had left to dance. He could not quite believe what was happening... or how good Ann was doing.

"How's it feel watching your wife strip?" Leslie asked. Tom shrugged.

"Pretty good," he admitted, "I'm the one she goes home with." Leslie laughed and touched the neck of his bottle against Tom's.

"She's a hit," the club owner agreed, "And every guy here will be jealous of you." Tom smiled, watching as strangers tucked bills into his wife's garters. That had to have been something someone in back had suggested. Even if every bill was a $1 Tom was guessing Ann had made $100. The song was winding down, and his wife, lost in her performance, eyes closed as she swayed seductively, turned in profile and then bent at the waist, leaving her head at the level of her ankles. She reached up, catching the band of her thong and deftly sliding it down her shapely legs, aided by gravity the moment the flimsy panties were below the curve of her hips. The crowd went wild. Ann caught the bar, bracing a foot against it and stood, spinning half around to face the crowd while her body fell away from the bar, her breasts bouncing impressively as the men cheered again at the clear view of her neatly trimmed pubic thatch.

Delighted by the reaction, emboldened by the sense of power she had over the room full of men staring openly at her, Ann kicked her foot, sending the thong sailing into the crowd toward her husband. She spun to the other side of the stage, body gyrating to the pounding, pulsing music. When the last chorus began, she stood for a moment, then prowled the stage edge, pausing as she realized the men were holding bills to give her. Several were too short from their seats below the level of the stage to reach the garter high on her naked thigh. Ann dropped to her hands and knees, her big breasts bouncing and swaying as she moved around the stage like a feral cat, pausing only long enough for the men offering her tips to slip the bills into her garter.

At the end of the long stage, Ann rolled onto her firm ass, kicking her ankles in the air. She rolled again, eyes coming to rest on the $100 bill a man held out, leering at her.

"What's this worth, rookie?" he taunted. Without thinking, Ann licked her lips, staring pointedly at the man standing within arm's reach. She braced her feet on the edge of the stage, threw her arms over her head as she rolled onto her back, & she gave four lewd hip thrusts, as if she was fucking herself against her new admirer. The crowd howled, and the man's jaw dropped. Giggling, Tom's wife rolled gracefully onto her hands & knees again, shaking a hip until the man grudgingly tucked the impressive tip into her overflowing garter.

The song ended and she stood, scooping up her dress and covering herself as best as she could while making her way around the other side of the stage, collecting the last few dollars that had been tossed to her while she was dancing. The applause continued even after she had slipped through the curtain, swelling momentarily because she paused, shimmying her bare ass just before pushing through the heavy drapery.

She turned, peeking through the holes cut into the curtain to either side, the way she had seen other dancers doing when she had gone out on stage. The shadowy figures of men were still standing and clapping, whistles and shouts of 'more' filling the big room.

"Lets hear it for Ann!" the DJ's amplified voice echoed in the room and the men began to quiet down, "Judging from the applause, I think we have tonight's winner." The crowd cheered in agreement. "Tonight's $500 amateur prize winner is Ann!"

***

Tom did not know how long he and Leslie sat talking and drinking. He knew he would have spent a small fortune if Leslie had not picked up the tab. He blinked, seeing the beautiful woman standing beside him, and realized only after a second long glance it was his wife.

"You're drunk," Ann giggled. She was dressed again, although the panties had disappeared. She counted the glasses standing on the table in front of her husband, more than a little surprised, considering Tom usually did not drink.

"My God, honey, you were amazing," he slurred, tilting in his effort to move over in the booth. Ann slipped in beside him, looking at Leslie.

"How could you let him get this hammered?" The club owner, reached across the table, and without thinking about it, Ann offered her hand.

"Call me Leslie," he said, ignoring her question for a moment. She blinked, like people always did when they heard his name. It was an effective tool distracting people, putting them on the defensive and more often than not getting potential competitors to underestimate him. "We've just been talking and drinking." He sat back, waving a waitress over to take Ann's order. She did not see Leslie's momentary frown when she asked only for a cranberry juice. "It looked like you were enjoying yourself." Ann blushed prettily.

"I did." She bit her lip, glancing at her glassy eyed husband, "It wasn't at all what I thought... I mean I always liked dancing, but that was different... It was really hard when I started."

"Well you're a natural, Ann," Leslie assured her, "And it was all the guys who were hard when you were through." The pretty wife blushed once again. "Have they gotten you your prize money, yet?" Ann shook her head.

"Not yet," she held up the heavy envelope, "But There's gotta be more than $200 here... One man actually gave me a hundred." Leslie just shrugged, as if that money was nothing unusual. He waved the DJ over, the man grabbing an envelope from beneath his sound board.

Leslie rose to meet the DJ at Ann's side of the table. He turned, handing her the envelope, which was fat with bills. "Here you go," he smiled warmly, "You sure earned it." The DJ nodded his agreement.

"Come dance again," he encouraged Ann, then headed back toward the sound board.

"He's right," Leslie began, "I've never seen the crowd act like that." He watched the pride at that compliment sparkle in the pretty wife's eyes. "You know," he continued, "I'm always looking to hire good new dancers. Just say the word and you're hired."

"Thanks," Tom slurred, his head lolling dangerously back as he looked up at the club owner, "But we need to discuss this." Leslie nodded, taking the glass of juice the waitress had returned with off of her tray. He took a sip and grimaced.

"This needs some vodka, Ann," and then set it on the table in front of her, "But I'm guessing you worked up a bit of a thirst with that performance. He noted the blush again at Ann's neck. Oh, she was thirsty all right, but not for anything to drink. He felt his cock twitch and forced his thoughts away, not wanting to make her wary. Ann had already picked up the glass, taking several healthy swallows, not ever considering that she was sharing it with a man who she had not met before that night. "I'll leave you two," he continued, "But let me know if you need anything." He started away, then looked back, "And congratulations." Ann smiled and waved, then leaned against Tom.

"Can you believe I actually won?!" she whispered in her husband's ear. Tom snorted, but he nodded, too.

"Of course I can," he told her honestly, "You're amazing... I had no idea you could dance like that."

"Me either," Ann admitted. She held up the envelope, "There's at least $700 in here... for just a night's work."

"No," Tom shook his head, "For a five minute dance.

"That's a lot of money," she said, clearly thinking about Leslie's offer. "I think I should take the job... just until you find new work." Tom was obviously surprised.

"Seriously?" he asked. Ann nodded.

"Seriously. We need the money. And you know what else?" she glanced around, embarrassed to admit what she was about to say, "It's made me horny as hell, too. Get me out of here... take me home, and fuck me."

"Lets go!" Tom struggled to stand up, obviously liking what she was suggesting. Arm in arm they threaded their way through the crowd toward the exit. Several men congratulated Ann as she passed, and she smiled and thanked them. She chose not to react when some one she had just passed reached out and palmed her ass. It was not the first time that had happened just when she was out in the world, and she reasoned she had been leading them on a bit, after all.

She saw Leslie standing beside the big bouncer, Jacen. The dark skinned bouncer had his arms crossed, making his muscles bulge impressively. Ann smiled, relieved at her immediate sense that she would be safe while she was dancing.

"I'll do it," was all that she said. Leslie beamed.

"You'll do it? That's great. Give me a call in a day or so and we'll set up a dance schedule."

"I'm looking forward to it," she assured him.

"Good. We'll get you the best shifts for making bank." Leslie smiled at the woman's puzzled expression. "Sorry, I mean we'll get you shifts to make good money." Ann relaxed and smiled gratefully. "In fact, if you think you made money tonight, you'll be amazed what a shift can bring in... You'll triple that doing lap dances." He watched Tom as he said that, but the drunken husband did not hear. He also noticed Ann checking her husband for any negative reaction, and said a silent prayer of thanks for getting the hapless husband so many drinks.

He whipped a contract he had grabbed just hoping this would happen, and giggling, Ann signed it without bothering to read it, using Jacen's back as an impromptu clipboard. As the couple waved their good byes and headed for the parking lot hand in hand, Ann insisted on taking the keys; she was pretty and intelligent... but obviously not street smart. Leslie looked over at his head bouncer. "Jacen, I think Fortune smiled on us tonight."

"Mm-hmmm," Jacen rumbled, thinking that the white slut might have the hottest body he had ever seen.

***

Ann kissed her husband before pouring him into the car. She was still buzzed from the dance... dripping wet was more accurate, she admitted with a broad smile. She settled behind the wheel, then asked what she had been wondering about since Leslie had mentioned it.

"Babe, what's a lap dance?" Tom blinked at her for a moment. Leslie had offered to arrange one, but he had declined... Had Ann heard them talking about it?

"Uhm, it's a private dance. No touching allowed. It costs extra... I think the sign inside said it was $50 bucks a song." Ann was amazed her husband had not gotten upset when Leslie mentioned them. She leaned over, kissing Tom passionately. "Wow," he murmured when she stopped, "You are amazing." He chuckled, amazed to be learning after so many years that his wife had a bit of an exhibitionistic streak.

"Mmm," Ann kissed Tom again, then started the car, "I wasn't kidding; I'm horny." She did not add that just imagining all those men staring at her were keeping her so hot she had considered having Tom fuck her then and there.

***

They barely made it into the house before Ann was clawing at Tom's clothes, welcoming his clumsy efforts in return. They left a trail of clothing to the bedroom, and she pushed Tom onto his back, pausing long enough to slurp his rising cock into her mouth, hurrying his erection to full strength before climbing higher and taking him with practiced ease into her dripping sex. Tom groaned, hands closing over the firm cheeks of her ass as Ann road him eagerly, arching her back, pausing at the bottom of every fifth or sixth stroke, shimmying her hips, really feeling him thrust fully inside of her. It was just what she needed after the time she had spent so aroused without release.

"Fuck me!" she panted, "Fuck me, baby!" Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it the relief that they had some money coming in. Despite the fact that Tom had spent the evening ogling naked women and that they had not had sex for some time with all of the anxiety about a job and what they were going to do, he managed to hold out longer than was usual, which delighted his wife. She came twice before he groaned again, spurting up into her twitching sex in a final mutual climax. Spent, she slipped forward, off of his flagging erection, and snuggled against him, quickly drifting to a satisfied sleep.

***Two months later

Ann pivoted gracefully, catching the pole with the back of a knee and spinning all the way around, dipping her head back, bare breasts shining in the spotlights thanks to a liberal coating of baby oil. Her garter was already full of bills, and she was only half way through her set. She was working 4 days a week, making several thousand dollars in those shifts.

She smiled reflexively at the gray haired man who was always at the right side of the stage when she danced. She was proud she had 'regulars,' customers who were at least in part at the club specifically to see her. She found she was a bit distracted, though, even while she was dancing. Tom had found a job, and not just a place holding position; he was going to be making good money and had suggested Ann should quit. He had even used the 'maybe it's time to start a family' argument.

Ann twitched her hips, winked at her regular, and crawled along the stage, knowing that the guys loved seeing her heavy natural breasts swing. She had argued when Tom first suggested she quit... It really was easy money. And things had been great at home; their sex life had never been better, at least until Tom got the new job. Now though... for nearly two weeks, since he had started his training, they had fought. She knew it was the opposite schedules and the stress Tom was feeling about impressing the man who had hired him. And if they were not fighting, they were working or sleeping. That meant their sex life had started to suffer.

She paused before 'her' customer. As she expected, he slipped a ten spot into her garter. She responded with a wink, throwing a long toned leg out straight to the side, six inches over his head, and pulled the crotch of her panties aside, offering the man a private up close showing. She shivered at the power she felt as the older man's eyes glazed, dry tongue slipping out as if to wet his lips. He always paid for a couple lap dances, later, and he tipped well there as well.

Aware that the song was about to end, Ann rolled onto her back between the poles, and threw her legs up, over her head, curling a calf around the pole by her head. She stripped off her panties, knowing most of the men at the rail would not really see anything. And that they would all be sure that they had. She put one hand down, dramatically fingering her seam, then hurled her legs back flat, arching her back as if welcoming a lover's initial thrust. It was her signature move. Kevin, the DJ, called for a final round of applause, and Ann quickly picked up the pieces of her costume and the stray bills, then went back stage.

***

The club was open until 2, but Ann's shift ended at 1. She came out with her new oversize Coach bag, a perfect way to transport her music and costumes without using a duffel or looking like a stripper. She paused, looking around the club. Because of the seven foot privacy fence on all but the front entrance of the club, the parking lot was heavily shadowed, and Ann had always remembered Jacen's warning not to risk going to her car alone.

The big bouncer paused, openly eyeing Ann up a down. The pretty blonde wife blushed, even though she knew the security head was just teasing her; he knew she was married.

"Damn but you're sexy, Ann," he said, "Don't know how hubby lets you come out of the house like that." She was wearing a simple ivory dress with a deep V neckline and 3" pumps. The fabric clung to her body, though, and as good a shape as she had been in when she started to work, what Leslie had not told her was that she would really be shaking her ass to make the money he had promised. She had no complaints, though, except that maybe her boobs were smaller than they had been. "You ready, girl?" Ann showed her keys, dutifully in hand, the keys protruding between her fingers like claws. Jacen took 'his girls' security seriously. During breaks when she had started he had gone through security drills insisting she practice wherever she went. "I'm locking this door," he warned, "I'll walk around after I get you to your car."

Ann nodded, not thinking about how she was physically leaning against the big man as they moved through the too dark parking area behind the club. "Damn it," he groused, "They were supposed to get those light fixed." He shrugged, letting it go since he could not control it, "Your car in the usual place?" Ann nodded. Jacen pulled up short and Ann stopped, looking up at the big man. "You alright?" he asked earnestly, "You seem upset."

"I've been fighting with Tom," Ann admitted, "He's got a new job."

"That's great," Jacen said as if he could not guess what was coming.

"It is... It's a good job," Ann said defensively, "And now that he's working, he wants me to quit." Jacen sighed.

"The boss would hate to lose you," he pointed out, "We all would." He resumed walking and then they were beside her car.

"Tom wants to start a family. I told him we should take it slow and see what happens," she giggled, "Though even if I kept working I suppose getting pregnant would force me to quit." Jacen was distracted, the mental image of his putting a baby in her flat belly threatening to become physical arousal.

"Well good luck with that," he managed. Ann dimpled prettily.

"Thanks." She squeezed the big bouncer's arm, slipped into her little Rav4, and turned the key. Waving again at the club's head of security, she carefully backed out of the stall and pulled out of the parking lot. "Of course, we would have to have sex to get pregnant," she groused at her reflection in the rear view mirror. Sex had been amazing when she started work; dancing in front of men, it turned out, was a great turn on. She was always horny when she got home from a shift. They had enjoyed more acrobatic and varied sex than when they had first been dating for more than a month. It had been so frequent that when she warned she might get pregnant and be out of a job, Tom had laughed that as often as he was cumming he did not think he had enough 'little swimmers' left to do the job.

He had been so thrilled the day he got the job the sex had been even more passionate. But then he had actually started the job. He brought work home to finish, and spent more time preparing for the next day once he was home. And her work schedule did not help things, she knew. But knowing all of that did not help her to feel better. It had been 9 days since Tom had touched her. Hitting the steering wheel, Ann decided it would be different when she got home.

***

"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head," Ann cooed, tickling a finger along Tom's bare side. He shifted, the movement interrupting a snore. But he did not wake up. Ann sat back in frustration, her bare breasts shifting against her chest in what would have been sure to get attention from her husband or any other man... if they were awake. "Dammit," she lifted a leg from where she had been straddling her husband; he was out cold again.

Ann flopped onto her back beside him, fingers already circling one nipple while the other hand parted her lips, sampling her wetness, and rose to tease around her clit. "Mmmm," she murmured, fingers working more insistently, "Guess I'll just have to take care of myself." She switched hands, leaving a glistening sheen of her wetness on her left breast, applying just the right amount of pressure to her hooded bead, then curling two fingers deeper into her sex. Her fingers thrust in and out as she pinched one nipple and then the other. "She closed her eyes, fantasizing it was Tom moving inside of her.

In just a couple minutes she had shivered through a small orgasm. She pursed her lips, reasoning that it was not a stiff dick, but that would do for a time. When she had calmed, she rolled onto her side to look at her sleeping husband in the dim light. Suddenly she was angry.

"What's wrong with you, Tom?" she whispered harshly, "I danced for dozens of men tonight any one of whom would kill for a chance to fuck me." Blushing, she realized she was still horny. Biting her lip, she rolled onto her back again and resumed playing with herself. As her excitement built, she found herself remembering the various men she had danced for that night... the aloof executive who had creamed in his boxers during the first minute... the grungy young man with dreadlocks who had lasted three songs without a break... He had felt big, too. There was the mousy regular who would warn her away when he was getting close. She spent half of the song just hovering above him, not moving, but he always came back, and he tipped so well.

That night had been a first for Ann; she had done a lap dance for a woman. She shivered remembering how her nipples had hardened, brushing against the other woman's enhanced chest. The guys sitting around had cheered and the woman beneath had had really put on a a show, throwing her head back and moaning. She had asked Ann to wait mid-way through the song, and had threaded her left leg above Ann's right, after which the women had basically been humping their pussies against each other. The tingle of her building climax threatened to burst then and there as Ann remembered the woman whispering that sometime she would have to come home with her and they would do that with her double headed dildo.

As usual, there had been bachelor parties, and Ann and the other girls had 'sacrificed' grooms-to-be on stage. She and the others would then cycle through the groups, offering lap dances. The grooms tended to be stiff and overly formal, afraid that somehow their almost wives would find out another woman had been grinding on them. The best men, though... they tended to get handsy and always seemed to have to ask the dancers if they wanted to know why they were 'really the best man.' The last group she had 'entertained' that night, though... that had been a nice lanky best man. He had not made the boast, but it had been obvious he was packing.

Ann shivered, nearly there, at the memory of how his erection had felt pressing against her aroused seam. Pressed full against him, doing a lewd hula, she had closed her upper teeth on her lower lip, looking down at the man's mocha skin, and then had asked if he was as good as he felt in bed. And that had been it... the guy had lost it, to the amusement of his buddies. But he had tipped her a fifty, so he obviously had not been upset about it.

Then without conscious thought, as Ann's fingers were pumping into her dripping seam while her thumb worked her swollen clit, she was seeing Jacen as he stood watching over the room. Her skin flushed, because she was sure he paid her more attention than the other girls; he was always working the room when she was dancing. That night she had tried to snap her cheap cotton panties across the three table deep seating area to the big bouncer, and knew he had understood what she was trying to do, even if it only made it to the middle row of tables. It was fun flirting with the big man, who seemed totally comfortable with himself and his position working among scantily clad, beautiful women.

Her second climax was more powerful and lasted a long time, belly clenching, leg muscles twitching; she had to struggle not to cry out. When it eased, Ann realized she had all four fingers buried to the knuckes. She pulled her fingers free, biting her lower lip unconsciously as she gazed up close at the glaze coating her fingers. She was panting slightly, but a delicious lethargy was stealing over her. Face still slack from her orgasm, she brought her dripping fingers to her mouth, curious about the taste...

***

"Baby?" Tom had gotten up just before his alarm clock rang, thanks to his bladder. He was surprised at the time and relieved to find Ann in bed with him. She was naked, and just a glance at her amazing body and his morning wood arrived with force. It was plenty of reason for Tom to wake her. "Wake up, honey!" He rocked her shoulder. Ann murmured unhappily and rolled away from him onto her side. "Shit," he groused, "She's out like a light." He eyed his erection, "Guess I'll have to deal with this in the shower. He reluctantly headed back to the bathroom, pausing to glance back at his sleeping wife. Damn, she was beautiful. He was glad he had finally gotten a job, so he could keep her all to himself again.

***

Tom was dividing his attention between the business pages and his cereal when Ann padded into the kitchen in her robe. The smell of the coffee he had made had awakened her. She rubbed sleep from her eyes as she approached the man she loved. He looked up and smiled at her.

"You're up early." She yawned.

"And I'm going back to sleep when you leave," she assured him. She poured herself a cup of coffee, then sat across from him at the small table. "I've decided you're right," she said, immediately getting Tom's undivided attention, "I'm giving my two weeks notice at the club. I'll find another job." Tom smiled broadly and stood up, coming around the table to hug her.

"That's great news. Thanks, honey. I love you." He hugged her again, "I know there were things you liked about work, and it was never about my not trusting you." She nodded resting her head on his chest, "But I can support us now. I don't want you to feel like you have to work." Ann giggled.

"I like work. Otherwise I just hang around here and go crazy or go out and spend money and make you crazy." Tom smiled at her little jab. "And I did enjoy dancing at the club... I don't think you were complaining about how horny I'd be when I got home from work, either." Tom shook his head, his smile took on a bit of a leer. Just then his watch beeped. He frowned, but stood, stepping back from his beautiful wife. "Don't tease me," she scolded him. He laughed.

"I'm not teasing, I promise."

"Then prove it," she demanded, "Be awake when I get home, ok? I'm between cycles... this may be the perfect time to start our family." Tom smiled again and nodded.

"Then wake me if I'm asleep." Ann snorted.

"I tried that last night. You left me hanging." Tom shrugged.

"It wasn't intentional, I promise. I'll prove it tonight," he assured her, choosing not to point out he had found her equally unresponsive just an hour or so before. Grabbing his case and coat, Tom leaned down and kissed his wife. "Have a great day, babe. I love you." And then he was out the door.

***

Ann sauntered to the front entrance, eyeing Jacen up and down as if she was a guy on the prowl. The big bouncer laughed.

"What's that about?"

"Looking pretty good, Jacen," she answered, Jacen was in his police uniform, which he sometimes wore when he was working the entrance.

"Speak for yourself," he answered with a wink, catching her hand and getting the pretty young wife to spin around. The move raised the ruffled hem of her mid thigh skirt, baring her tanned, muscular legs. Her blouse had a low V neck, and her breasts shifted tantalizingly, as if they might slip out and offer the others standing outside a free peek. "You are mouth watering," he told her. Ann beamed.

"Thanks," she said, patting his arm when he let go of her hand, "I'm glad you're here, because I wanted to tell you... I'm putting in my notice tonight. Tom and I are going to try to start a family." Jacen bowed his head.

"Well, good luck, but I hope you'll understand that I'm not going to jump up and down... I'm going to miss you." Ann patted his arm again affectionately,

"I'm going to miss you, too." Jacen nodded his thanks, thinking to himself that the boss was going to be pissed. "I'd better get inside or I'll be late," Ann pointed out, pausing to hug the much taller bouncer, "But anyways, thanks, Jaced, for watching out for me." The big bouncer watched her go in, then called for one of the others to come out to work the door. That was one of the perks of being in charge. If Ann was only going to be with them another couple weeks, he was going to get the most out of that time watching the beauty dance.

***

After completing her first set and doing a handful of lap dances, Ann made her way over to the head table. Leslie had not been seated on the floor when she had come in, but she did not figure there was any real issue with when she gave her notice. Several girls had just stopped coming to work while she had been working, but she wanted to do this the right way. She stopped, not caring that she was topless, and that to anyone watching it could have seemed she was putting herself on display for her boss. He had seen her nude before, though, after all. Leslie smiled at her, but most of his attention was on the girl dancing on the stage.

"Boss," she began, and he looked at her with greater focus, "I'm sorry to tell you this... and it's not anything that's happened here, you've all been great," suddenly Ann felt nervous. She twisted her hair in one hand, turning her knee inwards, looking every bit the bashful school girl, despite being wearing only lacy panties. "Tom and I are going to start trying to have a family, and he's got a good job now, so I won't be staying beyond the next two weeks." Leslie sighed and shook his head.

"Damn," he said in resignation, then looked her in the eye, "You've been great, Ann... one of my best. Are you sure nothing will change your mind?" Ann had smiled broadly at the compliment, but she shook her head.

"No, I'm sorry, sir... It's been a great experience, but it's time to move on.

"Well, I hate to lose you," Leslie told her honestly, "You're one of my top draws." Ann shook her head; that could not be true, there were so many good girls working at the club. He motioned toward one of the waitresses, who hustled away toward the bar.

"Thanks," she told him, "It's nice to be appreciated." Leslie just looked up at her, as if he could somehow convince her to change her mind, and after an uncomfortable pause, she cleared her throat, "Well, I'd better get back to working the floor." Her boss held up a finger, and after a moment the waitress brought two of the small highball glasses, the smoky brown liquid in his glass she was guessing was scotch, whereas hers was her usual staple—cranberry juice. At least that's what she thought until after touching glasses with Leslie in his silent toast. She took a drink before realizing there was alcohol in it, too. She coughed,

"Wow, that's strong," she said, wiping at her eyes, but dutifully taking another swallow. It still tasted like cranberry juice at least.

"I told you it was better with vodka," the club owner smiled at her, "Relax, enjoy yourself. Who knows," he shrugged, leaning back as if he had not a care in the world, "You have two weeks... you may still change your mind." Ann laughed, but assured him that was not going to happen. "Hope springs eternal, young lady," Leslie answered, then waved toward the crowd, "It's busier than usual tonight, I guess I shouldn't keep you from making money." Ann thanked him, killing the drink, and then with a shy half wave the beautiful young wife moved toward the other tables, smiling at the various patrons, in search of her next lap or table dance.

During her circuit of the room, Ann did a table dance for a bachelor party and then lap dances for the groom and grooms men, She had asked for drinks from the guys, as was expected, but the drinks were not the usual cranberry juice only, as she usually drank. Instead, each had been spiked with vodka, as well. Downing the fourth glass in four songs, Ann giggled because she was getting buzzed, and made a mental note to ask the bartender to go back to just the juice alone. She knew most of the girls got alcohol, but had always assumed it was watered down. She stood, thinking she was done, but the groom wanted another dance, which meant another drink.

And then one of the other dancers was warning Ann it was nearly her turn on stage. Surprised, she hurried back to the dressing room, choosing her next music and a different costume in a rush. There was a drink at her table, which she assumed would be her usual, but again it was spiked. Giggling, she asked if the rest of the dancers were trying to get her drunk, and the women naturally asked why they would be doing that. When she explained that she had given notice, they crowded around, asking why, and offering good wishes, with, of course, more toasts.

Ann was not as drunk as Tom had been on her first night working as an amateur, but she was close. The guys took advantage, too, groping her thigh, one brazen man actually tweaking a nipple as she prowled the stage on her hands and knees. She slapped his hand in shock but never stopped smiling or dancing, and when she went through the curtain afterwards she was nearly dripping she was so horny. It was only with some effort she managed to calm down, giggling at the image of laying back on the stage and taking all comers as her third set.

She worked the room again, doing several more lap dances, before her third set came up. She had taken to not drinking much of the drinks they bought for her, knowing she was drunk. At one point shortly before her third set, she wondered if she would have to call Tom to come get her, giggling that at least that way they would be able to have sex. The thought left her even hornier than the dancing and attention had; she nearly climaxed rubbing against the next lucky guy who wanted a lap dance.

Usually she packed up and left after her third set, but when she had finished, there was a drink and a note waiting at the station where she got made up to dance. A guest had asked specifically for her for a lap dance. Thirsty from the set, she tossed the drink back, absently wondering how much all the alcohol cost, and laughing that she had been a much more expensive dancer for the night.

Ann donned a thin cotton 'modesty bra' and panty set, pleased at the hint of cameltoe that was revealed, and went back out to the table number that was indicated. When the guy did not react to her approach, she wondered if they had the wrong number, which happened some times. She figured she would ask the bartender and was nearly past the man, who was sitting alone at one of the small tables, when he reached out and caught her hand. She jumped—the men were not supposed to touch, after all—and turned her attention to him. He was older, and distinguished looking. But there was something about his eyes... Ann's first impression was 'cruel.'

"You were topless earlier," he said with a frown. Ann giggled, deftly stripping the top off over her head.

"Is that better?" she asked him, jutting a hip out provocatively. He smiled and held up a fifty dollar bill. Ann bit her lip, and as the next song began, she straddled his thighs, putting just a bit of pressure against his crotch. He stifled a groan, and she began to sway, leaning forward to rub her bare breasts against his chest. Her drink was waiting when she finished the dance. She accepted the man's toast, and without complaint performed a second lap dance. She knew he was hard when the second number finished. He was not big, and she suspected he had been hard the entire time; sometimes you could not tell.

When the song ended, she started to climb off of his lap, but he caught her arm, snorting derisively when she looked at where he was holding her in pointed warning. He did not resist when she reached across, unwrapping his fingers.

"No touching, remember, sweetie?" Having a stripper call you 'sweetie' could be endearing, but deliverd as Ann had, it was a pointed warning. She did not bother looking for the nearest bouncer—they did not put up with aggressive customers. The man did not bother apologizing, the arrogant little prick.

"How about a private dance?" he asked, instead. That was the last thing Ann wanted to do, but it was still safe, she knew. She had done privates before, and while she knew that some of the girls let the customers feel them up... hell, she suspected some did more than that in the semi-private cubicles set up in another room. That was against the rules, though, or she would have never worked at the club.

"Sure, honey," Ann did not want to offer her notice and then piss off a customer on the same night. And money was money, after all. "You know that makes each dance another fifty bucks."

"No problem," the man was arrogant, as well. She had a vague feeling he was a regular, though. Not a fan of any specific girl, which could be a bad thing, she knew. Some creeps saw any woman that danced in a club as a slut, someone they could sneer at and paw at and generally be an ass toward. She resisted the urge to look for Jacen, again confident he or one of the other bouncers would be aware of what was happening.

"Okay, then, follow me." He caught her hand as he stood, and she did not protest... she knew that they let the guys have a little more freedom to touch in the private rooms... No groping, but a hand on her thigh or abdomen was not stepped on like it would be on the main floor.

Opposite the curtain leading to the dressing rooms, Leslie's club had a long dimly lit corridor with small booths... most were only big enough for two people. The seats were wider and had plush cushions which were more comfortable for the dancers. The back 'wall' was a heavy curtain like that hiding the dressing area, and served as a pass through for the waitresses and bartender and bouncers between the front and the back of the club.

At the edge of the hall, Ann stopped and checked—three rooms were in use, but there were still seven rooms available. She started to select the nearest, but her guest caught her hand, pointing at the farthest single, the one beside the farthest pair of 'party rooms' larger areas where as many as five men and three girls could dance. Ann had heard stories about those rooms, but had never seen anything to suggest it was more than rumor. She hesitated, the room was three away from the nearest occupied booth.

"We're supposed to go from the front to the back," she said but smiled at the same time. The man shrugged.

"Like I care," he pointed, "See, the first room is empty, so they weren't following the rules," and waggled his eyebrows as if that was suggesting Ann ignore the rules, too.

"It might have emptied after they went in," she said calmly, already sensing she was going to lose the argument, "It's late, so things are winding down."

"Well, 8 is my lucky number," he shrugged, "But I guess we don't have to do this... I can just go talk to my good buddy, Les." Ann sighed.

"No, it's fine," she said, still smiling, "We want everyone to enjoy themselves, especially Leslie's friends." He insisted on holding her hand as they walked down the corridor. She nearly gasped as they passed the third booth... the curtains were parted, and the dancer inside was on her knees, her head bobbing in the customer's lap. Ann hurried past, though the image stayed in her mind, her pussy twitching at the erotic if outrageous image. She hoped her guest had not seen. She was glad the curtains muffled what was happening in the booths. And there were several empty stalls between three and eight.

She opened the curtains to 'their' stall. When she had pushed the 'occupied' button at the front, lights had gone on in the little booth. There was a dimmer switch and a panic button in each room, as well, and speaker piping the club's music or private music from a small screen on the wall. She stood while her guest settled into his seat and chose the music from the screen.

"Close the curtains," the man demanded. Ann had tried to leave them open a bit, a common tactic when the girls worried a customer might be too aggressive. She shrugged and complied, verifying that she was close to the panic button. This guy was really making it hard to enjoy her work, and she was glad that most of Leslie's customers were actually gentlemen—they just enjoyed watching women.

The music started and Ann obediently straddled the man's lap and began to dance. He set his hands on the tops of her thighs, which made her skin prickle, but she did not stop him. In truth, she was a little distracted at what she had seen, shocked that some of the dancers would prostitute themselves like that; apparently the stories she heard weren't entirely made up. It made the entire club seem somehow sleazier.

The song ended and Ann slipped off of his lap, but the guy held up not one but two C notes.

"I'm not done," he said, "This room is expensive, and I want my money's worth." As he spoke... as Ann moved to climb onto his lap again, he reached down deftly opening his fly and fishing his cock out. The music started.

"Hey! You can't take that out in here," Ann said in shock. Snorting, the guy caught her by the waist with one hand, his other catching hold of her breast, mauling her bare nipple.

"Bullshit!" he sneered, "I want some of what that other guy was getting. C'mon and suck my dick. I don't care what it costs." Ann lunged for the panic button but the man guessed what she was doing and easily caught her arm. She found herself on her knees in front of him, one hand still pinching her nipple savagely, the other gripping her long hair; it hurt.

"I don't... Quit it, you asshole... HELP!" Abruptly the curtain behind the man opened, and Ann was looking up to see Jacen looming behind the man. From his position it was obvious what the guy was doing.

"She said hands off, asshole!" His big hand caught the man's wrist, and squeezed, the guy whining as he let go of Ann's hair. She had been trying to pull away and the sudden loss of resistance nearly meant she put her face in his crotch anyway. Jacen had caught his other arm high on the bicep, but his strength was obvious enough that the guy let go of her tortured nipple, too. Jacen yanked the guy into a standing position and bodily lifted him out of the booth and into the black corridor. "That's enough for you tonight," he growled, spinning the much smaller man into the corridor before he looked down at Ann once again.

"You okay, Ann?" he asked, and the shocked wife managed a nod, cradling her sore breast with one hand, but otherwise not caring that she was nearly naked in front of the big bouncer—it was her job, after all. "Just rest here. Sit tight. I'll see to this trash and bring you a drink." She nodded again, and then he was perp walking the customer down the hall. "You're out of here, asshole... You're name's going on the list." Ann was relieved; the club had a list of potential customers that were no longer allowed. Everyone had to show ID, of course, and sign their name in a ledger. It had seemed ridiculous when she and Tom had first visited, but now she understood and was grateful for the policy.

"That hurts!" the man whined, almost beyond ear shot.

"If you try that again I'll break your damn arm."

***

Ann was still shaking when Jacen reappeared some time later. She could not stop thinking about what that horrible man had almost made her do. She grabbed the glass Jacen handed her and drained it, not caring that it was another vodka spiked cranberry juice. One of the girls had brought her clothes, so Ann had dressed while she waited for Jacen to return. She put the glass down, stood up, and braced herself on the wall, taking a slow deep breath.

"You alright?" she could hear the concern in his voice, his hand hovering near, but not touching her, as if he worried that would make the situation worse.

"I... I wanted this to be a great memory right to the last day I was working," she stopped, struggling not to cry, "But I had a really bad night. It was so bad I don't think... I'm not coming back."

"Wow," the big bouncer was quiet for a moment. "I mean... other girls just go AWOL, but I always thought... I understand that you're shook up, and I'm sorry to hear that's how you feel. I guess it doesn't help that it happens sometimes to all of the girls," he paused, "That's why I'm here." Ann patted his hand.

"And I still hadn't thanked you for saving me," she smiled up at him, "My hero." Jacen beamed. "It wasn't that asshole," she said, "Or at least it's not just that... I saw one of the girls giving a customer blow job tonight." She looked up, expecting Jacen to be shocked. Instead, he seemed puzzled. And in turn she was shocked, which he realized.

"So what?" he shrugged, "That's how they make some extra money on the side." Ann could not believe what she was hearing.

"So what? So what?! But you're a cop! Shouldn't you arrest them?" Jacen snorted.

"I'm not a vice cop," he pointed out, "They could not moonlight here." He held up a hand to ward off her angry retort, "Look Ann, I don't interfere because as long as the girls want to do it, it would happen here or out on the street where I can't keep an eye out to keep them safe. So as far as I'm concerned, it's a victimless crime." Ann paused, then shook her head.

"I guess I had never considered it like that." She leaned over, kissing Jacen on the cheek, "Anyway, thanks for saving me."

"That's what I'm here for."

"I'm serious," Ann said, "I wouldn't have taken this job if you weren't here to protect me. I owe you one." Jacen stood up,

"It's emptied out, now, so I guess I'd better get you to your car." Ann nodded. "You sure you're safe to drive?" She paused; she had not considered that. She tried to remember how many drinks she had. "I mean," he suddenly seemed... shy, "If you needed to wait awhile I thought... well, maybe you could pay me back now?" Ann was puzzled.

"Someone's after you?" Jacen laughed.

"No. You know what I mean." Ann shook her head.

"Honestly, I don't. What do you mean?" Jacen opened his mouth, closed it. Opened it again.

"I'd sure love a lap dance."

Ann laughed in surprise. "Really?"

Jacen sounded hurt, "Why not?" Ann shook her head. "C'mon," he persisted, "Why not?"

"Really?" Ann was still surprised, but considering what he had done for her, she really could not think of a reason to say 'no.' She shook her head, "Alright. Call it one last dance before I retire. Give me a minute and I'll go change." Ann went back into the dressing room. Jacen had been right; she did not think anyone else was left in the club. She stripped out of her clothes and chose a small black bikini bra and a matching thong. She checked herself in the mirror, touched up her make up, pausing as she considered that after this next dance the only man she would be dancing for would be Tom.

Her eyes moved to her naked body; she was proud of how good she looked. She started to don the outfit, with had Velcro tabs to ease their removal during a performance on stage; it was not the clothes she or the other girls wore to do lap dances... too much risk of a customer catching on and totally stripping her as she danced. She checked herself in the mirror, again. She was a little surprised that she was not more nervous about what Jacen had requested. Then again, she trusted him... felt safe with him. She stopped, realizing she had never danced for a black man before... Oh, there had been some Hispanics, and that best man the night before had maybe had some mixed heritage. But she had never danced for anyone as big or black as the club's head bouncer.

She stood, eyeing the 'finished product' in the mirror. "Oh well, lets do this," she said and walked back through the dimly lit halls to booth 8. When she got there, it was empty, but she heard movement in the larger private room beyond. She stepped back into the hallway.

"Jacen, you back here?"

"Right here." She relaxed, glad that it was him in the room, not someone else. She peeked around the divider. She blinked in surprise, finding Jacen sitting nude on the cushion. She stared in amazement at his long banana cock, which hung low between his muscular thighs. Her mouth was suddenly dry, and she shook her head in shock, trying to find her voice.

"You're, uhm... nude?" He shrugged.

"Sorry... I have to work in the morning. Couldn't risk getting... well, if you get aroused, you might leave a trail that would have the other guys riding me forever." Ann blinked, thinking it almost explained it.

"You could leave your boxers on," she pointed out, thinking that he was more than twice as big as her husband.

"I've tried," he said, "The damn thing gets stuck in my briefs when it gets hard." Ann giggled at the thought. "What's the matter?" he challenged her, then, "Never seen a black cock before?"

"Actually, n-no," Ann admitted, stepping fully into the big room so that the curtain could close.

"You should see me when it gets hard."

"It gets bigger?" Ann was not sure whether he was being honest or not.

"Oh yeah!" he laughed, "Is it a problem?" Ann was suddenly embarrassed; he had seen her nude for months. She smiled, telling herself it was only fair that she get to see him bare, too. She started to dance in front of him, smiling her thanks when he calmly started the music. She swayed, first facing him, then turning away, then turning back. True to his word, before the first song had ended his cock was starting to swell. Because he knew the codes, the music segued without pause to a second more upbeat number.

"Ann, you have the hottest body of anyone I've ever seen," he told her as she went on dancing. She smiled as she turned, her gaze fixed on his crotch.

"Thanks... You too. I've never seen so many muscles on a man." She took that moment, facing him, to reach up and pull her top off over her head. She bit her lip, swaying back and forth a bit closer than she had been. His cock was at half mast. She smiled,

"Now do you see why I have to take my pants off," Jacen asked. It made Ann laugh.

"I see, all right," she giggled, "That is one big dick." Jacen snorted.

"Dicks are for little white men. Black men have cocks," he hefted his a bit, "Big black cocks." Ann was unconsciously clenching her thighs. She shivered at the mental image of slipping her panties off as she pressed her sex against his thigh, teasingly up to the head of his big cock, rubbing at it shyly, then moving back to his muscular thigh. She blinked, sure that he was getting bigger. She blushed, aware of her own arousal.

"Do women have trouble taking it?" she asked without thinking about it.

"Taking what?" Jacen prompted as if he heard the question every day.

"Your big black cock." Ann rolled her eyes. The big guard laughed,

"Once my cock gets in them, they always come back for seconds." She smiled, moving high in his lap without thinking about it. When she looked at him again, he was staring down at their groins, and she looked as well, seeing that he had his hand at the base of his shaft, the broad head of his cock just inches from her pussy. She shivered, wondering how something that big would feel inside of her... He was reclining, so Ann leaned forward, shaking her naked breasts in front of Jacen's face, and thinking 'two can play at this game.' Jacen's gaze locked onto her firm breasts, following the movement of her aroused nipples. 'Damn but she was fine,' the big bouncer thought, while Ann found herself wishing Tom as as well endowed.

She arched her back, turning her head in preparation of swinging her long hair over Jacen's head. Her chest dipped lower, and then one of Jacen's big hand closed on her swinging breast, lifting the nipple to his tongue. His lips closed after a single lick and he began to suck. Ann gasped,

"Oh, God, Jacen, stop that!" she panted, even as she tried to deny how good it felt. She leaned back, standing astraddle Jacen's thick thigh. She covered her breast with one hand. Jacen shrugged apologetically,

"Sorry, Ann, I just couldn't resist those perfect breasts." Of course, he thought 'those big white titties,' but knew that might piss the married white woman off.

"You know the rules," Ann scolded, still swaying over his leg, "No touching." Jacen smiled conspirationally.

"I think somebody liked it," he countered, "Your nipples are hard." Ann blushed, but did not answer. She stopped swaying, even though the music was still playing. Grabbing her glass from the small table, she emptied it, as she would when finishing a lap dance at work.

"Are we about finished?" she asked pointedly. Jacen shrugged and leaned back again, relaxing.

"Can't blame a guy for trying," he winked at her, then added, "The song isn't over, yet. Dance for me a little longer. Please." Ann did not argue, but decided to turn away from him once again... She smiled, confident she could really tease the big man and deny him the chance to reciprocate with her breasts. She was glad he had not pushed her, because both nipples were tingling she was so hot.

Jacen watched the sexy woman , eyes lingering on the taut heart shaped curve of her ass... 'as perfect as her breasts,' he thought. He still had his hand bracing the base of his swollen cock. He lifted the head.

"Shake that white ass," he murmured, voice low and confident... controlling. "That's it," he encouraged as she obeyed, "Now spread your legs a little and back up." Ann did without thinking about it. There was a strange pressure between her splayed thighs. She looked down to see the swollen head of Jacen's cock visible between her legs, jutting ahead of her pussy. The pressure changed as Jacen slapped his cock up against her sex repeatedly.

"Ah, fuck!" she groaned, shocked at how close his big cock was to her pussy. She blinked, relieved her panties were there as a barrier. God, he was big. She was still swaying, the head disappearing, then reappearing again as she moved forward and back.

"It's poking at me, Jacen," Ann warned in a gasp, "No touching." The big man chuckled, his lips suddenly close to the back of her neck, because he had sat up.

"You're the one doing it," he murmured, "It's all right, Ann... just let it rub on you a little. What's the harm?" Ann bit her lip, afraid to respond because she was nearly moaning. She managed to shake her head but kept swaying and rocking back and forth. 'God, this feels good,' both thought at that moment.

Without thinking Ann put a hand down pressing against her sex as she rocked forward again, acutely aware of the broad head of Jacen's cock pressing against her aroused seam. Her fingers brushed the head of his cock, and she realized they were wet, her honey transferred through her soaked thong.

"Damn, but your pussy is wet, Ann," Jacen murmured, lips near her ear, "And it's giving off so much heat, too..." He had a hand on her hip, but Ann could not focus to remind him of the rules. "Why don't you let me put just the head inside?" As he spoke, his free hand caught the tiny strip of her thong, pulling it easily aside. He sucked in his abdomen, looking down at the glorious sight of his cock slipping inside of her.

"I don't think that's such a good... Oh my God!" Ann's back arched, which of course pushed more of his swollen tool inside of her.

"Damn, that feels good, baby." Jacen encouraged, resisting the urge to grab her hips and hammer into her.

"Ahhh, it's... it's so big, Jacen," Ann's body twitched, "Ok, but just the head." Jacen did not argue. He merely smiled, since it was already too late for the white wife to refuse him. She went on swaying and rocking, obscuring his view of their fused flesh.

"Damn, Ann," he praised her after a minute, "Your tight white pussy is gripping me like a vise." Ann was working more than just the head into her sex by then... hesitating each time she began to back onto him, as awareness flared at how big he felt inside of her. "You can do it, girl," Jacen murmured, "Work that pussy up and down." Her legs flexed, and he slipped into her deeper. Her breath caught. Jacen kept his hands off of the aroused white wife, letting her impale herself. By the flex he could feel in his erect shaft, he knew he had about a third of his length inside of Ann. "Damn, you're sexy," he praised, "And you're so wet, you're sliding down onto my cock." Ann nodded, then shook her head.

"You're not all the way in?" her hand brushed against his shaft jutting beyond her splayed labia, "God, you're as deep as Tom." The black bouncer snorted.

"Really? Well, shit, baby, that ain't even half my black cock." He did not wait for her to realize what was happening, "Go on, girl... Let's see if you can take it all. We won't fuck or nothing." Ann nodded, her body so hungry for more she never considered how ridiculous his statement was.

"All right," she panted, hands bracing on her knees, "I... I want to see how much I can take." Smiling, Jacen tilted his pelvis as she pushed back. He could tell the move helped to wedge half of his cock inside of her tight seam. It took all his willpower not to sit up and pound the young beauty.

"That's about half, baby," he assured Ann.

"That's all?" Ann panted, "Oh God... I... My pussy's so stretched." Jacen massaged her firm ass, then let go.

"You'll get it," he encouraged the aroused wife, "Just keep working those hips... Yeah, like that." Ann went on swaying and rocking her hips, leaning back against him more fervently. Jacen had worried she would balk, complain that it hurt, beg him to wait, though he was doing nothing but supporting the base of his thick cock as it sank ever deeper into Ann's stretched sex. She was moaning constantly by then. Before he knew it, the downy fur of her sex was brushing against his knuckles, and Jacen deftly removed his hand, while spreading his thighs, which forced the wife's legs apart, seating the last of his big shaft within her.

Ann shivered, her ass flush against Jacen's lap, his cock buried within her. She was panting... could not catch her breath. She smiled triumphantly, aware that she had done it. She lifted, until half of his enormous shaft was again outside of her distended, complaining sex. She looked down her body, eyes fixing on the contrast of his dark black hands on her pale white thighs. As she watched, his hands moved up and back, catching hold of her hips. SLAM! Jacen pulled her back down, impaling her fully. Ann screamed weakly, body trembling.

"Oh God, ow... Ow! It's too deep. Your cock is filling my womb."

"Shhh," Jacen soothed, "Just let your pussy get used to it." When she remained frozen, the big bouncer began to forcibly move her in small circles, holding himself buried. Ann's hand pressed against her lower belly, and she shivered at the knowledge she could feel Jacen's big cock pressing against her from the inside. She trembled and moaned, tried to remember how long he had been like that, thrust balls deep into her pussy.

"Getting better?" Jacen asked, his ling third finger brushing against her clit seemingly unintentionally.

"Yes," Ann admitted, head dropping back onto his shoulder, "It's starting to feel good." The big bouncer smiled,

"I knew it... Damn, but you are amazing. Now try working that pussy a little." Ann moved without hesitation, and after he was sure she was going to work herself back onto his cock again, Jacen let go, guiding her with gentle touches until the white wife was again gyrating her hips, lifting and lowering her sex onto his jutting cock. She paused, looking down to see half of his thick tool jutting up into stretched pussy.

"Oh God," she panted, "Shit... Oh shit! I'm going to cum."

"That's good Ann," Jacen patted her bare ass, "You took it all. You can quit now if you want." Ann sagged forward, then, actually pulling her twitching sex off of his cock. "What the?" he could not believe he had misjudged the housewife... But Ann merely turned, straddling him again, her hand catching the heavy head of his cock and guiding it back into her pussy. She sighed, arching her back as she took him smoothly to the root.

"Damn," Jacen groaned, "I thought you were going to leave me hanging."

"No," Ann smiled, "I just wanted a better angle." She draped her arms over the bouncer's broad shoulders and began to ride him. Within a minute her head was back, body shaking visibly with her climax. She welcomed Jacen's lips on her tingling nipples as he licked one, then the other. "God, yes! I'm cumming again!" She thrashed violently until she was spent, remaining impaled. Skin glistening with sweat, the young beauty kissed the bouncer passionately. Ann knew it was wrong, but she could not deny that she had never climaxed like that before. When Jacen shifted, Ann stared down, remembering the big man was still fully inside of her. She giggled, the momentum threatening to trigger another climax. "You... Your cock is incredible." Her voice gave way to a groan as the big man rose, holding her impaled, her feet dangling more than a foot off of the floor.

"Glad you like it," he smiled, nipping at her neck, "Wanna move someplace more comfortable?"

"Sure," Ann slurred, her primary awareness that she still wanted to cum. "Where were you thinking?"

"As long as I'm here," Jacen shifted his hips, his big cock moving inside of her, making Ann gasp, "I don't care." He paused, as if thinking, "Although the thought of fucking you on the stage has me even harder than usual. Ann answered by climbing off of him with some difficulty. She caught hold of his wet cock with one hand, leading the way down the dark corridor, through the empty seating area, and up onto the main stage without releasing him. The aroused white housewife lay on her back while still gripping his manhood, and eagerly pulled Jacen between her splayed legs

"Damn, but you're hot," Jacen praised, easily tearing off the thong he had slipped around in the private booth, "Go ahead," he told her, "Put it in, baby." Ann's hand worked up and down his turgid shaft, bringing the broad mushroom tip against, and with a husky sigh inside of her pussy. Jacen added pressure, his big cock flexing slightly, applying just the right pressure to Ann's swollen clit.

"Oh God! So big!" she panted. Jacen nodded.

"Oh yeah... Now lie back, slut. I'm gonna fuck this tight pussy hard." Ann bit her lip and lay back, giggling as Jacen caught her legs, lifting them and spreading them wide at the same time that he pressed forward, easily seating half of his cock into her pussy. He never paused, backing out only to push harder and drive deeper. Within six or seven thrusts he was buried. He set a steady pace, all the way in, all the way out, tilting his pelvis to build the pressure on her swollen clit.

"Yes!" Ann husked on each stroke, "Fuck yes!... Fuck me... Fuck me hard, Jacen. God, I love your big black cock."

"My big black cock loves that tight white pussy, too," the black bouncer assured her with a leer, prolonging the pressure on her clit on the next out and in.

"Oh God, I'm... I'm cumming... cumming again! Oh God fuck me!" Jacen picked up the pace, then, driving into Ann with almost vicious lunges. Her pussy milked at him hungrily. He caught her trim waist, bracing himself on his knuckles.

"Here it cums," he warned, panting, bent over her, his lips near Ann's ear, "Gonna bust a nut in this sweet pussy."

"Wha... Wait, oh no... Pull out! Pull it out!" Ann struggled weakly beneath him, her every twist and shift also building her arousal once again. Jacen had already gone stiff, holding himself buried.

"Too late," the big bouncer panted, "I couldn't stop, you're so damn sexy." When he was finished pulsing into Ann's naked womb, Jacen shifted, fucking cautiously in and out of her still trembling box. He felt their mingled fluids oozing out around his shaft.

"Oh my God," Ann thrashed her head from side to side, "You can't... shouldn't have... I wasn't... I'll get pregnant!" Jacen chuckled, "Oh, my bitch, you'd look so sexy with a black baby in that belly." When she did not respond, Jacen increased his thrusting, and without thinking about what was happening, Ann responded. "Oh, my God," she panted, body spasming visibly, a moment later. "I didn't... I can't... God... so... so good... I can't... No, I'm cumming... cumming again... Oh yes!" Jacen went still, holding himself fully inside until she had quieted. He let her legs fall onto the stage, knees spread lewdly as he backed out, his shaft smeared with his cum. He paused, teasing his still drooling cock head against her clit.

"Ahh!" she mewled, "Oh God! Don't tease... Fuck me... Fuck me... Knock me up." Her voice rose to a gasp as he pushed his tip down and into her once again. Though not fully hard, Jacen's thick cock was more than enough to distract and enslave the white housewife. He resumed the eager pace he had hit just before cumming, and within a minute Ann was twitching and screaming. He pounded into her through her climax, lasting more than ten minutes and triggering three additional monstrous orgasms from the married stripper before he pulled out after he had begun to unleash his next load. His heavy cock flopped over Ann's clit and mons, heavy beads of jism spattering her stomach. Chuckling, the bouncer lifted his cock just as another streamer erupted, painting Ann's bare breasts and cleavage.

"So good," she giggled, "So much... Yeah, baby, cum for me." With the big bouncer still between her spread legs, the sex addled housewife began to rub his semen into her breasts, and down over her flat belly. "Tom's cum doesn't even fill a teaspoon," she said, obviously amazed at what she was seeing. Jacen shrugged.

"That's 'cause Tom ain't a real man, slut." He was settled on his knees with with his ass against his heels, and his always impressive cock was still dripping their mingled juices, "Now come clean my cock off." Ann did not hesitate, curling up, rolling over her toes onto her hands and knees and stalking between Jacen's muscular thighs. She began to lick at his cock head. Then she hesitantly took all that she could into her mouth, her hand bracing the base of his cock, fingers barely touching.

"I don't ever do this for Tom," Ann whispered, feeling a bit ashamed.

"A real man would make you suck it," Jacen snorted.

"A real man wouldn't have to make me," Ann answered without considering it, "I want to suck your cock, Jacen." The black bouncer nodded.

"Then suck that black cock, slut." Ann licked her lips, then bobbed her head down, lips hollowing as she sucked at his cock. Jacen looked down his nude body, smiling as the white wife took about a third of his shaft.

Ann bobbed her head, sucking eagerly, even as she absently wondered what she was doing... How could the sight of a black cock have made her such a complete slut? And she had let him cum inside of her... she could be pregnant. Her body trembled as the next thought, unbidden, was 'it would have been worth it.' She paused, taking as much as she could... nearly half of Jacen's big tool, and that was a strain.

"Swallow that black cock," Jacen demanded, gently thrusting his hips at her face. 'Gacckk!' Ann gagged around his shaft, uncomfortable at the sensation of choking. She bobbed her head again, anxious to demonstrate to the big bouncer how much she appreciated his cock. There was a strange fullness in her throat. She swallowed convulsively, whining at the momentary almost pain as he pushed into her throat...

Then Ann's lips were against the tight curls of Jacen's pubic hair. She shivered at the knowledge that she had swallowed him whole.

"That's it slut," Jacen patted her head, "Deep throat that black cock." Ann struggled to stay relaxed, aware that she could not breathe, and afraid she would gag. She sucked at him for another moment, then backed off as sparkling lights began to appear at the edges of her vision. His shaft glistened with her saliva. Ann kissed the edge of the crown.

"God," she murmured, "You're just too big." Jacen snorted, not bothering to remind her she had taken him all just a moment before.

"Try jerking it off while sucking the head," he instructed. Ann began to lick around his glans, her hands slowly working up and down his impressive shaft. Biting her lip, during a pause, the sexy white wife shifted, slurping his cock head into her mouth once again, her hands still jerking him off. "Yeah, that's it," Jacen praised her, "Starting to feel it." He watched as Ann's head bobbed, taking a bit more of him, her hands still working his cock. She blushed prettily when she looked up to find him watching her, but did not look away.

He knew he could go a long time, but getting this sexy bitch trained was more important than showing off. He chuckled, remembering some porn star saying if a guy could not get off within three minutes of a woman sucking his cock, he was not into it, or she was not doing it right. Ann was doing it right, and he could not remember claiming such a beauty as his own.

"Here it cums," he whispered. Ann's brow furrowed—she did not understand. And then he erupted. Her cheeks bulged as she tried to contain his load. Jism leaked from the corners of her mouth and she gagged noisily as she choked his spend down. Ann swallowed convulsively, amazed he was still filling her mouth after first surprising her with his climax. "That's it, baby," he praised, patting her head affectionately, still spewing into her sucking mouth, "You're a born cock sucker."

Ann pulled away from his erupting cock, then, but she was still jerking Jacen off, and heavy streamers of his semen spattered her face and neck.

"Milk that cock, slut," he leered at her, "Tastes, good, don't it?" Ann blushed, but nodded; that was just what she had been thinking. Sighing theatrically, Jacen lay back on the stage. An was still between his legs, absently fondling his spent, but still impressive cock. She shivered, aware that he could get her off like that better than any man she had ever known.

"That was incredible," she murmured happily. Jacen propped himself up on an elbow.

"You keep dancing here and I'll fuck you like that every night." Ann bit her lip, and he knew that he had her. He waited, though. He knew patience.

"Well," she smiled, "I'll be here for another two weeks." She ran a finger more pointedly up and down his length, delighting when it made Jacen groan in pleasure, "So I can enjoy you some more. You'll have to wear a condom, though." The big bouncer snorted derisively.

"Nope. With me it's bareback or nothing." And as if he had to prove it, his cock shifted and began to get hard once again. Ann's eyes widened, even as her fingers curled around his shaft and she began to wank him more determinedly.

"Oh my God... you're getting hard again?" She licked her lips, one hand dropping to press at her still aroused sex, "You're a real man."

"Told you," Jacen taunted her, "I think I've got one more in me." He sat up, "Get on all fours." Ann scrambled to obey, moving onto her hands and knees between the dance poles, facing away from Leslie's office. Her big breasts swayed where they hung down, dripping sperm as was her still hot pussy. Jacen had taken over wanking his shaft. He was not hard, but her was more than capable of beginning. He lined his big cock head up, teasing up and down her drooling slit. Ann spasmed, pushing back at him, but he easily held himself outside of her ready cunt.

"God, I'm leaking all over the stage," she panted. Jacen chuckled,

"Better get you plugged tight again, then," and Jacen pushed into her from behind. He caught her hips, thumbs high, squeezing her ass cheeks as he began to thrust in and out. His fingertips curled around the fronts of her thighs, anchoring Ann I place as he began to thrust into her more powerfully. He shifted his hands as she responded, thumbs moving nearer her puckered anus.

"Yes!" Ann husked, her body twitching in pleasure yet again, "Oh, God, fuck me again, Jacen." By then the big bouncer had most of his cock buried at the bottom of each stroke. He had set an easy to maintain pace, and spanked her ass with a short sharp blow, making the white wife gasp, even as it made her pussy clench at his driving cock. He spanked her again, using the distraction to move his other hand, his thumb pushing into her bottom with his next thrust.

"God, you're so... What are you doing?" Ann was obviously surprised, "I... Ow! What are you doing?" He was still pumping her cunt, but had his thumb buried to the knuckle in her ass, and was flexing it with each thrust.

"I'm priming it, slut." Ann shook her head.

"No," she panted, "Not my ass... Fuck... That's gross... I mean... Priming it? Priming it for what? I don't want... ahhh, cumming!" The bouncer had pinned her clit with his free hand, the pressure against his driving cock quickly getting her off. "So good," she panted, "Don't stop... Love it... Fuck... Love your cock, Jacen... Fuck me... Finger my ass! Anything you want." He had kept up the pressure on her clit and the helpless wife was already about to cum again. She had collapsed onto her shoulders, face turned to the side, eyes not seeing into the darkness as pleasure overcame any modesty or fear.

"Anything?" Jacen teased, pulling out of her pussy, which yawned wide, hungry to be filled. Ann merely nodded her head. Jacen smiled, redirecting his cock head, pressing it against her brown eye.

"Wait, no!" Ann tried to move away, but Jacen's free hand was still anchoring the front of her thigh, holding her in place. "Not my ass," Ann panted, "It's too big!" Her voice caught, and then she cried out, because Jacen had pushed the broad head of his cock through her sphincter. Unable to sit up, Ann reached back blindly, trying to push him away. "No!, God, no... It hurts, Jacen!"

"Yeah," Jacen panted, not backing off, "'Cuz you're so fucking tight." He pushed his thumb into Ann's empty pussy, pinching her clit between the ball of his thumb and his curled index finger. Ann threw her head back, screaming as she came, the momentary laxity of her sphincter letting Jacen sink more of his big cock into her ass. Ann turned her head to the back of the stage, to find the reflected image of her being ass fucked by the big bouncer in the mirror on the back wall. Jacen went on steadily fucking into her bottom doggy style.

"Don't!" she gasped, "You're ripping me in two. I can't take it." Jacen simply spanked her ass with his free hand.

"Unclench your ass cheeks and you'll get used to it, my bitch," he taunted her.

Out in the darkness, directed away from her sight line, a tiny amber light in the corner of an LCD screen blinked. The 2.5 inch screen showed a close up of the bouncer ruining the married dancer's ass. The battery indicator dropped below the half full mark, the letters REC showing in red at the upper mid aspect of the screen. Their fused bodies moved in an unmistakably erotic dance, as Jacen claimed her ass for his own, as well.

Within a few minutes, the married dancer's tune was changing. She had gone from 'no' and 'don't' to 'Oh my God,' and 'Don't stop.'

"God, I can't believe that I like it," she husked, and began pushing back at him. "Don't stop! Fuck me... fuck my ass. God, I love it. Fuck my ass with your big black cock!" Jacen's thighs slapped Ann's up thrust ass again and again and again, announcing the tempo of their fucking.

The unseen camcorder was capturing every second from the shadowed back of the club. A hand occasionally touched the top, panning or zooming in, the little unit otherwise rock steady on a small tripod set on the tabletop. Leslie, the club owner, sat in the plush seat, keeping the recorder aimed at the sexy action taking place on the main stage. Leslie smiled at his guest, the overly aggressive customer Jacen had 'thrown out.'

"Damn," the man murmured quietly.

"Yeah, she's grade A prime," Leslie agreed, "But that black bastard better not have knocked her up." The ersatz 'guest' snorted.

"I'm no queer, but that boy has got a horse cock," Leslie's friend pointed out.

"True enough," Leslie agreed, "But he can't control himself... the big fucker likes knocking 'em up. Fertile bastard, can get off four of five times a night, fires it right against... hell maybe right in their womb, & has some impossibly high sperm count." He paused, making sure he had the action squarely in the viewfinder.

"Well a baby would ruin that perfect body, boss." Leslie shrugged.

"I guess it could, but most of our girls have pushed a pup or two out... We've got a trainer if it comes to that." He glanced at the smaller man, "And a baby would get hubby out of the way."

"See, that's why you're the boss," the man smiled, "I could care less, so long as I get a taste when you've got her in harness.

"That was the deal," Leslie nodded, "Now shut up while I record a message." The men went on watching as Jacen kept fucking into Ann's ass with full, powerful strokes. The 'battery low' light had flashed on.

"My dear, sexy, Ann," Leslie spoke quietly using an accessory microphone he held close to his lips, "If you're watching this, you've chosen to leave my employ. None of my girls quit unless I say so." He paused, and the built in microphone captured another mewl of pleasure as Jacen got the married white dancer off anally. "So unless you'd like copies of this sent to your husband, and your family, as well as released for free on the internet. I trust you'll reconsider. I'm sure, since you've already learned to be more agreeable..."

On stage, Jacen moved, catching hold of Ann's hips with both hands. He grunted as he picked up the pace. Ann nodded, hips pushing back, welcoming each stroke.

"Yes!" Ann panted, "Fuck... fuck my ass... Fill me up... Give me your cum, Jacen!" Jacen threw his head back, shouting hoarsely as he held his cock buried in Ann's bottom, his cum pulsing into her channel.

"By agreeable," Leslie continued in a taunting tone, "You'll work days while hubby is at work... You'll work 7 days without a break if I say so. You'll pull the late shift. And you'll satisfy our guests like you've taken care of Jacen, here... But look on the bright side, Ann... Think of all the cock you'll get from Jacen. And think about all the extra money you'll make spreading your legs for our clientele." He used the tripod like a pistol grip, picking it up from the table but keeping the lens on the pair on stage. The men stood up, moving to the curtained door since they did not want to be seen. Leslie kept the camcorder running the entire time.

Jacen backed out, still firing, heavily painting Ann's naked back. Leslie used the digital zoom, and benefiting from the new angle and Jacen's stepping back he caught a nice moment of the heavy stream of Jacen's cum drooling out of Ann's just fucked ass and over her loose, well fucked cunt.

"And you only have to give me a 60% cut." He panned up to a great close up of Ann's slack, smiling face. Only then did he hit stop, He knew there might be more debauchery, but as often as Jacen had fired, and as late as it was getting, he expected the good little wife would soon start feeling ashamed and would rush home.

"You're going to hold it over her head instead of releasing the video on the net?" the other man asked when they were safely masked by the heavy curtains.

"Fuck no," Leslie snorted, "It'll be on our website tomorrow. People pay big bucks just to see Jacen fuck. And that's without him banging a piece of quality tail like Ann. I may have to bump the subscription." He grinned cruelly, "And spliced with what she did in the private room, I think we have a long action DVD from just tonight."

"What happens when she realizes you lied?"

"Who the fuck cares?" Leslie snorted, "She signed the release... It doesn't limit the time of any activities being recorded. Hell, she signed it with hubby standing at her side," the smile was downright evil, "Once she realizes there isn't a way out, we'll have her do live webcam nights... 'watch the babe banging all comers.' It'll be as good as those 'fuck a fan' shows the strippers are doing in California.

"I dunno, boss," the man was looking at the stills he had taken with his camera phone, "She isn't your run of the mill stripper.

"Exactly," Leslie nodded, "She's married. She's a beautiful classically trained dancer... and a black cock slut who'll get used to performing on the internet. Hell, we'll start her with Jacen and his brothers... She'll love it." He eyed the other man, "And who says I lied? I just told her I would release it for free on the internet..."

Back on stage, Ann had pushed herself up onto all fours. She was aware that her entire body felt like it had been given a bath in Jacen's jism. She groaned happily as the big bouncer pushed his soft but big enough to fuck cock into her pussy yet again. She twitched her hips invitingly, amazed the man was still horny, and aware that even soft he was in as deeply as her husband.

"Who owns this pussy?" Jacen's voice was a low rumble. Ann swore she could feel the vibration of it through his cock in her stuffed cunt.

"You do, Jacen," she answered without hesitation. He pulled out, laughing at the beauty's pouting whine. She sat up, looking up at him adoringly, grabbing his floppy black cock. "Your cock's amazing," she murmured, adding, "I can't get enough of it." She blushed at what she had admitted.

"I don't know the last time I came that often," Jacen lied, patting Ann's head, "You're pretty amazing, yourself." She looked up at him.

"Two weeks might not be enough," she admitted, "I think you just changed my life." Jacen hid his laugh in a cough.

"Ann," he paused, "You have no idea." Giggling naively, the beautiful housewife looked around, carefully gathering her things so as not to leave any evidence of what they had done except for the wet spots on the stage. She knew she should shower, but reasoned Tom would be asleep... he always was. She could shower and douche when she got home...



Recession Blues Ch. 02
byRogueAlan©

Original story: Stormbringer

Adapted/ continued: RogueAlan

NOTE: Stormbringer created essentially a screenplay for Recession Blues, which has been an illustrated comic. He graciously allowed me to flesh it out into the story that was chapter 1, and to take his memorable character and see what I thought would happen next. I believe I once read where he said he enjoys the stories up to the point that the women 'become sluts.' I totally agree... and I thought that just maybe there was a little more we could watch as Ann realizes what she is.

Fans of Sharon do not despair, her story is continuing. And while there are similarities, I would argue that any story that features a wife falling prey to her desires or others' machinations will have a similar arc. I hope you will enjoy...

Chapter II: A Deeper Shade...

Ann blinked, surprised to find she was getting off of the highway. She knew she had been drinking, but had not felt too buzzed to be driving... She pressed a hand against her lap, and shivered at the lingering pleasure she felt, pleasure that had been distracting her from the fact that she was very drunk... and driving, the fading echo of more orgasms then she could ever remember having at once. Hell, she had not climaxed that often before in a week... probably a month.

The familiar streets near their home had replaced the glass storefronts and brick buildings surrounding the club downtown. She shook her head, remembering belatedly she needed to get a douche. And a dose of Plan B. She glanced at the blue numbers on the dash: 4:25 AM. Tom would be waking up in less than two hours for work. Ann hoped he had not stayed up; she was not sure how she would explain being almost two and a half hours late. She winced, wondering if her husband would be able to tell from a single glance what she had been doing.

The light of the local all hour drug store caught her attention, and Ann veered into the nearly empty lot. She hesitated, though. Sure, it was early, but what if the clerk recognized her? What if he knew Tom? The cheating housewife sat in her car for several moments of indecision. Should she get just the douche? She rolled her eyes... as if the clerk would not know why she was getting that in the wee hours of the morning. She would merely seem stupid for not getting Plan B as well.

She tried to remember how long after... after unprotected sex the 'morning after' medication was effective, but had only heard friends mention it a couple times. She was not even sure it would be available; the drug store was open twenty four hours, but a sign near the drive through claimed the pharmacy closed at 10PM.

The fading heat of her prolonged pleasure was becoming a mild ache. Ann pressed a hand against her sex again, musing it was no wonder as hard as she had worked it after dancing at the club. She wondered again, would Tom know by looking at her? Would he smell Jacen on her? She put the car in gear, resolved to stop the next day once Tom was at work... or maybe she would go to the little place near the club, just to make sure she was not recognized.

Mind made up, the thoroughly fucked housewife drove the last mile to their small home. Fortunately the garage was on the opposite side of the house from the bedroom; Tom had never awakened to her coming home before. Ann was embarrassed at what she had done... at what she had let Jacen do to her. As good as it had felt cumming while he was fucking her, Ann knew it had been wrong. She told herself it was just that he was so big, and she had been drinking, and because of that vicious shit who had tried to make her blow him in the private room.

She decided she could justify a shower because of the body glitter many of the dancers wore. She felt a rush of relief finding Tom asleep at his desk chair. With luck he would never know how late she had arrived home. Ann slipped into the shower, glad for once that her husband had installed a unit with a detachable hand sprayer. The guilt she felt at having cheated seemed to build with every moment. Ann cleaned up quickly and she hoped completely. She did not see any tell tale hickies as she examined herself in the dark in the bathroom mirror.

She downed three Motrin for the growing aches in her body, and knowing that she would have a headache later in the morning when she awoke. She slipped under the covers naked, feeling guilty not just for cheating, but for leaving Tom in the den... and for being relieved he was not awake. She lay in the darkness, trying to decide what to do. It all seemed so unreal, she almost wondered if it had been a dream. Before she had any thought approaching a solution, the still buzzed housewife and exotic dancer was fast asleep.

***

Tom woke with barely 15 minutes to get to work. He had tried to stay up, but had obviously crashed in his den at some point. He could not understand why Ann had not roused him as they had planned, and was a little peevish about it, since yet again he had gone without. He went into the bedroom, but only to get fresh clothes; there was not time to shave, much less tear one off. And Ann was snoring softly, still totally out, as well. She barely stirred when he kissed her, whispered that he loved her, and rushed out to the car, anxious not to be late to work. He made a mental note to scold his wife; her car was parked badly in the garage, and he guessed she had been drinking, probably a farewell and good luck thing with the other dancers, the naïve husband guessed. He knew he should repark her car, but did not have time as he carefully backed around hers and headed downtown.

He made it with a few minutes to spare, and quickly got into the swing of things. His boss was pleased with Tom's efforts, and there was work enough to keep both men busy, working right through lunch, so that Tom had no time to call home once he got to work.

***

Ann blushed, aware that she should not be there, but the image before her was mesmerizing. A simply enormous black cock, rock hard and glistening, thrust steadily in and out of a woman from behind. Ann's nipples hardened and her arousal was immediate and intense at what she was witnessing. She was frozen in place. She bit her lip, somehow aware that the woman was receiving pleasure like never before. She shivered as the man stopped, almost completely out of the lucky woman's sex, and delivered a smart blow to her bare right buttock. There was a sharp cry that became a moan as he seated the long cock fully once again, resuming the prior steady pace.

Ann wished she could see the coupling better. In the next instant, she was looking down from immediately behind and to the right of the man. For a moment her eyes were distracted by the dark black of his skin, his heavily muscled shoulder, the bulge of his biceps... the corded muscles of his forearm. His thick fingers gripped the woman's hips with confidence; not restraining, but instead offering support as he hammered into the woman smoothly.

Ann paused, sure that there was something familiar about the image... both people seemed familiar. She almost giggled, aware that it meant it had to be one of the women at work, since there was not another woman's ass she had seen so completely. She frowned, wondering if she was at work, but only for a moment. Her attention was drawn back to what was unfolding at a husky feminine 'Yesss!' as the brute using her spanked her ass once again, without slowing his pace.

Her gazed moved over the slab of the man's muscled chest down over his flat, hairless abdomen to the image of the impossible pole pumping in and out of the woman's ass. Ann blinked; the man's cock was as wide as a soda can and nearly as long as her forearm. She winced, wondering how the woman could tolerate taking such a monster in her ass. It was not possible, she thought, certain the woman was drugged or something. But to her embarrassment, she realized that she was dripping wet just from watching what was happening. She put her hand down against her aroused sex and nearly whimpered as she wished it was her being taken so completely.

The next instant, she was on her hands and knees, head buried in her pillow, ass high above her head, her body shifting rhythmically at the pressure of that enormous cock pumping endlessly into her ass. She reached up between her legs, fingertips brushing his shaft as it pushed in and out. She shivered, pulling her hand back, her fingers teasing at her swollen clit. Biting her lip to keep from moaning, she thrust two fingers into her loose, open pussy, her knuckles feeling the underside of the man's cock moving in and out of her bottom.

"Are you my bitch?" she heard the man ask. Ann paused, shaking her head. It was wrong... she was Tom's wife. The man shifted, twitching his hips side to side as he continued thrusting into her. A hand braced the front of her left thigh, and then another pushed her hand away from her empty sex, his thumb pushing instead forcefully inside of her, then pinching down against his closed fingers, trapping her swollen, aching clit while he maintained his relentless pace.

Ann screamed, bucking in impossible pleasure, unable to escape his driving cock or knowing fingers. She arched her back, which put more pressure on her aroused sex from the heavy cockhead moving in and out of her ass, and prolonged her orgasm.

"Yes!" Ann heard her voice, the same husky timber from before, "Yes, Jacen, I'm your bitch!" She shivered at the implication as much as the delicious pressure of Jacen's cock as he continued hammering into her in full strokes. Her body was still twitching from that last climax even as another crested, robbing her breath, so that when she orgasmed a few strokes later, she could only scream voicelessly. Jacen grunted over her, pausing fully buried and she felt his heat bloom deep in her belly for a moment before he resumed pounding her ass, even as she felt him cumming...

"Ahhhh..." Ann found her voice, the moan of her pleasure becoming a groan that ended in a whimper as the reverberation of her voice set off a pounding ache between her ears. She blinked. Too late, she shut her eyes in a failed attempt to block out the blinding light that had seemed to drive icicles into her brain. She clutched at her temples, and then pressed her fingers against her closed eyes. The last time she had felt so bad had been a post final hangover her freshman year of college...

A hangover? Ann blinked, taking stock of her situation. She sighed—carefully—relieved that the memories she had of Jacen thoroughly fucking her had been just a dream. She was embarrassed to find she had moved to her hands and knees in her dream, head turned to look over Tom's side of the bed at the window. She rolled onto her back, hissing in surprise as she became aware of the aches and pains from her entire body. Puzzled at how she could be hungerover and sore, the white wife let her head loll to one side, squinting at the clock on her night stand. It was a struggle to focus on the glowing numbers. How could it be only 4AM, when the sun was already up, flooding through the fanlight and defeating the closed blinds?

She blinked, then sat up, hissing at the fresh throbbing in her head even as she realized she had not set an alarm. She had overslept terribly. She was almost late for work. Although her shift at the club did not start until 5:30, Leslie had made it clear he wanted his girls there early, so they could stretch and strategize about the coming night. And she had not showered or eaten or done anything around the house. What was wrong with her?

The grim truth dawned, almost eliciting another groan... It had not been just a dream. She had let Jacen fuck her the night before. Several times. The fact that just her mental admission of the truth was enough to trigger a tickle of arousal made Ann feel all the more guilty. She put her feet down on the carpet, bracing both hands against her temples and wondering just how much she had drunk the night before. Had she showered? She was relieved to remember that she had. And as relieved that her husband must not suspect anything. Of course, that made her feel all the more guilty.

The hung over housewife staggered naked into the bathroom, trying to get her brain working. There was something she needed to do, she knew. Staring accusingly at her reflection did not provide an answer. Aware of the time, Ann swallowed three Motrin gel caps with a handful of water. She combed out her hair, threw on foundation and lip gloss, as well as deodorant and fresh clothes—a Victoria's Secret 'Pink' bra and panty set under a VS Angels hoodie and 'boyfriend' sweat pants. She grabbed a granola bar on the way out, frowning when she realized her phone had not been on the charger overnight, and had less than 10% battery power.

Her little car was badly parked; she had nearly scraped the passenger side against the garage door. Ann winced, certain Tom had noticed. She was shocked he had not awakened her to ask about it... or scold about it, more accurately. He could be so... type A; it amazed her he had actually agreed to her dancing at the club. A fresh wave of anxiety and guilt hit, and Ann considered calling in sick. Other girls had simply stopped coming to work, she knew. She wondered if Jacen would say anything to Leslie... whether the club owner would even believe it if the bouncer did.

It had been a mistake the night before. That awful man had frightened her, and she had been drinking too much. Ann backed out, mentally rehearsing what she would tell Jacen; they should not have had sex, and it would not be happening again in the last two weeks she was dancing. Jacen would understand, she was sure; after all, he had already had her; there had to be other women he would rather fuck.

The little thing she had not been able to remember came back to her as Ann approached work, glancing at the run down Walgreens with the bars on the windows a couple blocks from the club. Plan B. The white housewife screeched to a stop in the middle of the street, nearly causing an accident. She started to turn across traffic to get to the drugstore's parking lot, but a glance at the clock on the dashboard and Ann growled in frustration and resumed her drive to the club. She made a mental note to stop at the all night drug store after the club closed, wondering how much time she had for the treatment to work.

Trying to deny that new anxiety, Ann pulled into an empty stall in the still nearly empty parking lot and hurried inside. She noted Jacen was not at the door, but he often worked inside the club. As she passed the man working the door, he nodded and smiled. No leer; no suggestive comment. Ann had not realized she was worried that somehow everyone would know what had happened. She scolded herself for letting her imagination get the best of her; the place had been deserted. And to her relief Jacen was as much a gentleman as she had thought... well, except that he had taken advantage of her. It had to have been that, right? She did not remember begging him to fuck her... at least at first. She was ashamed to know she had not told him 'no,' either.

Tom, the man at the window of the man trap taking patrons money leered as she went by, but he leered at every woman, so that was nothing new. Justin, the bartender waved, and Ann waved back. She saw some of the other girls hurrying out of the dressing room for Leslie's office and knew she needed to get going.

"Justin?" she asked, "Have you seen Jacen today?" She hoped she did not sound like a stalker or worse, a girlfriend. The tubby barkeep shook his head.

"Naw, but he's here somewhere; saw his bike in the lot." He glanced at the nearly empty seats, "Why, is there a problem?" Ann smiled her thanks, shaking her head and assuring him everything was fine, then headed for the dressing room to leave her bag and purse. She wondered why Jacen had his bicycle at work. It was only when she was almost to the office that she realized Justin had to have meant motorcycle. She was glad she had not said anything aloud; no point giving her coworkers more reason to tease her for being an airhead. Seeing she had only a minute, she abandoned her planned stop at the dressing room and went straight to the meeting.

Fortunately she was not the last dancer to reach Les' office. The club owner had a simple rule to encourage everyone's prompt attendance... the last dancer to arrive each night had to work an extra set, the first set of the night, when there were fewer guests and the tips were hard to come by.

"Well, Ann," Les offered a half smile, "Looks like Darcy spared you an extra set today." Darcy, a busty redhead, pouted.

"I was here first," she complained, "I just stopped to drop my things off in the dressing room." Les shrugged.

"That isn't here at the meeting before Ann, is it?" The young woman offered no other argument. Ann had noticed repeatedly that the club owner never seemed to have to repeat himself. She stopped worrying about it and listened as he went through his notes. He always mentioned any concerns with security around the club, called out special efforts the dancers or waitresses had made as mentioned by patrons or other staff, and would explain the known parties and VIP's who were supposed to visit the club that night. There was nothing of specific interest, and Ann joined the others when he had finished, leaving her bag at her station and quickly getting into one of the outfits she wore when working the floor. She wished she had eaten, but went out with the other girls to see who might want a lap dance. When they did not have takers, the dancers helped to hawk drinks.

She saw Jacen at the end of her first circuit of the room. The big bouncer was lounging against the back wall in the shadows, where most of the patrons would not even notice him. When he saw Ann he stepped forward into the low lights and winked at her, crooking a finger for her to join him. Ann blushed, but she was glad they were going to meet out on the floor where he could not make a scene... He would not make a scene, would he?

"Hey, girl," the bouncer's voice rumbled, "You look good enough to eat." Ann gave him a look.

"Cut that out!" she hissed, looking around nervously, "I'm glad I found you."

"I'm always here," Jacen shrugged, still smiling at her wolfishly, "I'll be right here when you're ready to play." Ann noticed the headset he always wore.

"Tell me that's off."

"OK, it's off," he could be maddening. Ann shook her head angrily.

"Last night was... it was wrong." Jacen looked hurt. "I'm sorry," Ann felt like she should explain, "It's not you... You were... It was wonderful. But it was a mistake." Jacen chewed the inside of his cheek.

"Well," he sighed, "I guess it was too good to be true..." Ann wrung her hands.

"I'm sorry," she said again, "It really was amazing."

"Yes it was," Jacen flashed a half hearted grin, "And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't hoped to repeat it tonight..." He leaned back into the shadows, "It's all right, I'll have that memory." Ann nodded, stepping back to resume working the room, "I thought you'd said you were my slut..." Blushing, and remembering that he was right, the married dancer could not think of a response. Instead, she nearly ran past the first three tables, blinking back tears, embarrassed that she had let it happen, that she had left someone other than her husband thinking she would do it again... and at the arousal she tried fiercely to deny that just looking at him had triggered.

She had no takers for a dance, but that was not unusual so early, so Ann helped deliver drinks for half an hour before she went back stage to get ready. Her first set was uneventful. No one seemed to think anything was off, although she felt like she was less outgoing than usual. She pulled as much money as any of the other girls, and had three different guys interested in lap dances afterwards. She did another pair of lap dances, and a table dance for a bachelor party before ducking into the dressing room to freshen up. She had not seen Jacen. She also had not argued when her drinks were again vodka with the usual cranberry juice. She did think that there was less alcohol then she remembered from the night before.

She worked the floor again until it was approaching time to get ready for her next set. Walking past Les, the owner caught her eye with a wave and she paused beside his table.

"You all right, beautiful?" he asked, concern in his expression.

"I'm fine," Ann answered, sounding too cheerful in her ears, although Leslie seemed mollified, "I was just running late tonight."

"I noticed," he smiled, "You were almost the first set—that's never happened before." He glanced at the woman on stage, "I wanted to ask you something." Ann blinked, wondering if somehow Leslie knew. "There are some new girls starting," he went on, relieving Ann's anxiety, "And I think they're going to be good, but they aren't... well," he seemed almost bashful, "I know your husband got a job, and you gave your two weeks notice, but I was hoping I could convince you to stay on." Ann began to shake her head, "Hear me out," he emphasized, "I don't know if his job requires travel..." Tom had mentioned it might, but had not had to do so yet. "But if he was gone some days or had to work later some nights..." Ann shook her head again.

"Well, then, how about just working part time," Les sounded desperate to Ann, "I could have you work just Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. You could work a longer shift on Saturday if you wanted, to keep your hours the same, or you could just do the 5:30 to 2 shift." Ann started to shake her head, but Les held up a hand, "I'd negotiate with you on your hours," he looked around as if worried someone else would overhear, "None of the girls get to do that." Ann was surprised at the obvious compliment. "You don't have to make a decision now," he relaxed visibly when she did not argue, "You've got two weeks to think about it," he even managed a smile, "But you really have been a great addition, Ann. You're a great draw, and you're a great presence among the other dancers... I'd hate to lose you." He seemed done, and then, as Ann started to back away, he sighed, "I kind of thought you liked our little family here." Ann bit her lip, stopping short.

"Oh, I have, Les," she almost blushed at the intrusive thought of just how much she had liked Jacen the night before. "You've been great... Everyone's been great. It's just..." she could not meet the club owner's earnest gaze, "I haven't been able to enjoy any time with Tom since he started his job. I can't let this be a strain on our marriage."

"Sure, sure," Les bobbed his head, "We don't want that. I just thought... Well, I hoped that working fewer days you could still help us here, and still have a job of your own... you seem like you really like dancing."

"Oh, I do," Ann answered honestly, "It's been great." She almost said, 'and it's helped my love life,' but caught herself, wondering why she was so talkative, and aware that was not really the case at the moment. "I'll think about it, I promise. Okay?"

"That's all I can ask," Les beamed, and Ann felt bad, since she was sure even three days a week would not work. She wondered if Tom would be okay with her dancing just on weekends... Or maybe just during the week. Ann tried to deny that part of why she was so tempted was the possibility of more time with Jacen.

Their talk gave Ann little time to get ready for her set. She was glad she kept several outfits and song cartridges ready, and hurriedly touched up her make up, downing the cranberry and vodka that was waiting at her station without a thought. As usual, the knowledge that she would soon be teasing a room full of men had her slightly aroused. She sat, checking her makeup, barely aware that she as tweaking a nipple and pressing a hand against her thong covered sex.

"So is that your secret?" one of the other dancers teased her, walking by. Ann blushed.

"No," she giggled, "Doesn't dancing get you hot?" It was the other girl's turn to laugh.

"Sometimes," she admitted, "But usually I don't play with myself until after I'm done." Knowing that the other woman had been dancing longer than she had, Ann was tempted to ask how many of the others did more than that, but she heard the crowd cheering and jumped up, rushing to the curtained alcove behind the DJ's stand to hand him her songs.

"Thought you were gonna leave me hanging," the DJ whispered, deftly slipping the cartridge into his equipment, "Better get into place back there, it's a pretty good crowd tonight." Ann turned, jumping down into the dark corridor and hitting something solid where there usually was just a place to walk. She gasped, but strong hands caught her, keeping her from falling back onto the stairs she had skipped, pulling her a second later against what she had hit. She shivered, somehow knowing automatically that it was Jacen.

"Wow," his voice was a rumble, even when he whispered, "I'd heard of women throwing themselves at guys before, but..."

"I'm sorry," Ann gasped, her body responding to his presence, making it hard not to simply press against him. "What were you doing back here?"

"I thought you'd gotten lost," the bouncer smiled, and she could see the faintest glint of his teeth in the near total dark. "We need to get the lights fixed back here so someone doesn't turn an ankle on those stairs." Ann nodded; she had thought the same thing getting up to give her music to Deon before. "I just thought..."

"Thought what?" Ann was aware that her heart was beating like she had already been dancing. She heard Deon start to announce her set.

"Thought you'd changed your mind," Jacen said, "Thought maybe you wanted a quickie before you went out there to strut your stuff." Ann gasped, pushing him away.

"I told you," she hissed quietly, "Last night was a mistake." The big man shrugged.

"OK," he did not argue, "But it was an amazing mistake... I just thought maybe you wanted another taste." Ann shook her head, pulling away from him unsuccessfully.

"I have to go, Jacen!" she whispered fiercely.

"So you didn't like it?" he taunted her, "I know you came like crazy." Ann blushed, aware that her body was responding to the memories, too.

"I did," she admitted, "It was amazing."

"So you'll want to play again after you're done." She shook her head, amazed that the man could be so blind. Suddenly she was staggering backwards, toward the curtain; he had let go the moment she had tried to pull away.

Ann burst through the curtain right on time, but facing away from the crowd and off balance, nearly falling onto her ass on the glossy black stage. She reached out, catching the back pole, and as the music began she turned it into a backward spin, that the crowd applauded. She turned, managing to work the move into her planned routine without breaking stride.

She threw herself into the dance, trying to deny the truth that she had burst onto stage nearly dripping wet, she had been so excited. By the end of the first song, she was wondering if any of the other dancers had ever gotten off rubbing against the pole during a set, she was so hot. She blinked away the thought of the men along the rail reaching up to finger her as she prowled the edge, giving glimpses of her nipples and pussy, depending upon the bill being waved and whether the admirer at the rail was a regular.

It was as if the crowd sensed her arousal, clapping and cheering and urging her on. Instead of pumping her pelvis at the edge of the stage as she usually did to end her set, Ann stayed at the pole, humping against it repeatedly, making all but those who had hoped to get a close up of her pussy in their seats at the end of the stage howl in approval. It embarrassed the wife that the image that came to mind as she imagined the big pole pushing into her flowing sex was of Jacen taking her on the same stage the night before.

Panting, on the edge of an orgasm, she stood, crossing her ankles, and bowed straight-legged, showing her glistening, naked sex from behind to everyone in the audience as she hit the points of the compass in her 'thanks,' the last directed more toward Deon than the blank curtain at the stage's rear. She collected the last stray bills, waving coquettishly, and then pranced through the curtain.

"Nice set," the next dancer praised her, seeming a bit jealous at the crowd reaction, and sauntered out as Deon began her introduction, rather than waiting for the music to start. It was a trick the dancers used to 'steal' some of the good juju from the crowd whenever the last dancer had had an especially good set. Ann stayed in the darkened hallway, pressed against the wall to the club beside the pass through, panting in arousal. She was ashamed to admit that the thought of Jacen fucking her with his big cock in the private rooms was playing repeatedly in her mind... knew that if the big man was there and asked, she would not have argued, even if he wanted it there beside the stage. Desperate to get off, she pinched her right nipple with her left hand while fingering her dripping pussy with the other, pressing firmly against her swollen clit and shuddering through a quiet orgasm as the next song played.

Relieved of her need at least for the moment, Ann returned to the dressing room and changed to work the floor. She found herself wishing there was another drink, and wondered why there was not, since that was customary for all of the dancers. She tried to remember the last time there had not been a drink, scolding herself for being so childish, since there would be a drink with her next lap dance. And there were always men wanting lap dances after her sets.

She was not wrong. Instead of the usual two or three lap dances, Ann already had five suitors paid up and waiting when she came onto the floor as the next dancer started her set. She laughed, thanking the first guy for her drink when the song ended, gasping that she was parched. She tossed the drink back, thanked him again, and moved on to the next customer. Because of the alcohol, she did not drink much of the next post dance glass, instead carrying it with her to her third customer, knowing that as she danced the waitresses would carry it away and return with a fresh one. The lingering arousal she had felt persisted, so that by the time she had finished her first five and another four successive lap dances that her performance on stage had attracted, Ann was again grappling with the thought that if Jacen was back working in the privates...

The waitress arriving with her drink also had a slip of paper, alerting Ann to the fact that she had a waiting customer in Private 4. She emptied the glass, thanking the younger woman and headed for the suites, trying to guess if Jacen would be the man waiting for her. Her arousal spiked as she entered the dark corridor, noting that the curtain to booth 4 was already closed.

She opened the heavy velvet, striking what was meant to be a sexy pose by way of an entrance. She blinked, finding the patron—not Jacen—was lounging in the plush seat with his pants open. Her eyes locked on his erection... he had an impressive cock.

"What are you doing?" she managed, covering her breasts and crotch with her hands, even though she was wearing a bikini.

"C'mon, Ann," the man wheezed, "You know you want it," he waved his cock, fingers gripping the base. Ann shivered, aware that part of her DID want to fall to her knees and begin slurping at his ready equipment. She knew she had done a lap dance for him after her first set, and was surprised he had not been handsy... He had not done anything that would warn her to expect this. She realized she was still in the doorway, staring at his crotch. "That's not allowed," she frowned, "Put it away or I'm getting Jacen." The man glared at her.

"Get out, you cocktease," he growled, "Send Ivory in." And that quickly, Ann knew that her fellow dancer would not be upset or refuse the man what he wanted... two of Les' dancers she knew now were doing more than dancing at the club.

"Of course," she nodded, adding, "Don't get too excited now," as she backed out and closed the curtain.

"Arrogant cunt," she heard the man growl, which pissed her off. She considered not getting Ivory, wondered about warning Les what was happening. She opted instead to alert the younger dancer, who smiled, deftly put her long white blonde hair into a pony tail with a hair band she had on her left wrist, and headed for the private booths. After considering what had just happened, though, Ann also went to Les' table.

"Boss," she said, "I'm going home." The lanky older man frowned.

"And why is that?" Ann sniffed,

"For the second time in two nights a guy has exposed himself, wanting me to blow him." She decided not to say anything about what she had seen or that Ivory had been okay with doing it. Suddenly Ann was worried... what if Les demanded that he show her who had been causing a problem. The club owner sighed.

"I'm sorry, Ann," he shook his head, "We post signs... we warn the guys who are getting out of control, but sometimes they think that this is more than just something for them to watch." Ann nodded stiffly. "It's usually later," he went on, still frowning, "When they've had more to drink." She knew he was correct. "You said it was in the privates?" She shook her head, and his eyes widened.

"I didn't say," she explained, "But yes, it was in the privates." Les was visibly relieved.

"Well, at least that way we won't have the city coming down on us..." He paused, thinking for a moment, "OK," he shrugged, "I guess I can't very well make you stay... You know I wouldn't let just any girl go home for this?" Ann nodded hesitantly, "It doesn't happen often, but it's sort of an expected problem you'll face once in awhile," he warned, "It's why we have Jacen and his crew." Ann nodded again. Les managed a smile, "And if you see I'm a reasonable guy, maybe you'll be more likely to agree to three days a week." Ann nodded before she really thought about what she had just agreed to.

"Thank you," she managed, "I'll see you Friday." The club owner nodded, then spoke into the microphone she knew he kept in the collar of his suit. Ann beat a hasty retreat to the dressing room, scooping up her things and leaving before any of the other dancers could ask her what was wrong.

She hurried home, shocked that two nights in a row someone had done that, after weeks without any such problems. She was also shocked at herself, aware that part of her had been more than aroused at seeing the man in the room, confidently expecting her to blow him. She pulled into the garage more than a little horny, and pleased that it was still early enough that Tom would not be asleep.

***

"Honey, I'm home!" Ann shouted in anticipation as she came through the door. But there was no answer. "Tom?" Ann went through the house, but there was no sign of her husband. Frustrated she grabbed her cell phone and dialed his. He answered on the fourth ring. To Ann's dismay, Tom had gone out with friends from work; the men had picked him up after he gone home and changed, since he had assumed she would to be working until at least midnight. He was delighted she was off and promised to be home soon, but explained that he did not want to rush his new friends. Though disappointed, Ann understood. She made herself dinner, worked on laundry, and then watched television until the garage door opened just after midnight.

Jumping up, the lithe dancer rushed from the bedroom, jumping into Tom's arms. Her husband laughed, and the couple kissed passionately, his hands finding her breasts, which were unfettered beneath her T-shirt. Ann arched her back, murmuring encouragement into their kiss, her own hand slipping between her legs where she had cinched them around her husband's hips, gripping his swelling manhood.

"Mmm," Tom growled playfully, "You keep that up and we won't make it to the bedroom." Ann giggled, her arousal full, her need urgent. She nipped at his earlobe.

"Fuck me right here, baby." Smiling, Tom turned, and instead of walking past the kitchen through the living room, he moved to the kitchen table laying her back on the flat wood surface. Ann nodded, shimmying her hips so that her bottom was partially off of the table. Her hands eagerly opened Tom's pants. There was no foreplay... no finesse. Delighted at his wife's excitement after so long without, Tom stepped between her legs, sliding into her wet sex without hesitation or caution.

"Yes!" they said in unison. Ann's heels rose, crossing at the top of Tom's ass as he began to thrust in and out. She lifted her pelvis, welcoming each thrust.

"God," Tom panted, "You are... so hot..." Ann pulled her top up, baring her breasts, and her husband dipped his head to nip at her nipples, hips still pumping as he drove himself into her. Ann moaned in pleasure, arched her back, offering her chest to her husband.

"Harder," she gasped, surprising herself, "Fuck me harder, baby!" Tom increased the tempo, and too late Ann realized that he was getting close. "Oh baby, wait, I..."

"Aarrghhh!" Tom shouted, holding himself against her as he came. Ann moaned loudly, shivering beneath him, arms looping around his waist, pulling him tight against her. When he had calmed, he backed out, and still panting, looked down at his naked, aroused wife.

"Wow," he smiled, "That was amazing." Ann smiled, wiping a hand across her dry brow.

"Mmm-hmmm," she looked up at him, cupping her dripping sex with one hand while catching his shriveling cock with the other, "Think you can do that to me again in bed?" Tom laughed.

"You are insatiable." He shook his head, "I don't know if I can do that until tomorrow morning," He bent down to kiss her, "But I know it won't be a problem to give you a wake up screw." Ann nodded, stretching on the kitchen table, hoping the display would begin to re-excite her husband. "Did you have a better than usual night at the club?" he asked, zipping up, then moving to the fridge to get a beer. Ann reluctantly sat up, her shirt falling to cover her breasts.

"No," she shrugged, "But they let me come home early, so I was excited that you wouldn't be asleep." Tom apologized again for being late, but offered a wolfish smile and pointed out that he had certainly enjoyed how the evening had ended. He kissed Ann again, then padded down the hall, obviously expecting her to join him.

Ann grabbed for the paper towels sitting on the counter, then chose the Kleenex, instead, wiping at their mingled fluids as they leaked from her seam. She was incredibly relieved that Tom had not taken one look and said, 'Cheater!' She was also glad that he had not noticed anything was different as they were having sex... Because it had been very different for Ann. Oh, it had felt good... there was little Ann could think of that felt better than the pressure as a cock... She shook her head angrily—as Tom's cock—slid into her on that first stroke.

And she had been right there with him, loving every moment... except she had not been ready to cum yet. She had wanted to keep fucking. And she was embarrassed that she had faked an orgasm when Tom came. They did not always climax together... she did not always orgasm having sex with Tom, although that had never happened since she had started to dance. And she had never faked it, before.

She chose to use the front bathroom to clean up, afraid that Tom would ask why she was bothering, since they were trying to get pregnant. The idea of making a mess of the sheets, though, would have meant at the least she don panties. Looking at herself in the mirror, Ann scolded herself: she still needed to get the Plan B. It would have to be the next day. She was dismayed to think that she might be ending a pregnancy she and Tom had just created, but the risk of Jacen's seed having found the mark was simply too great.

Tom was snoring softly when Ann slid into bed just a few minutes after they had finished screwing in the kitchen. She lay beside her husband, still aroused, and wondered how she had gotten herself into such a predicament. She masturbated to a quiet orgasm, and then managed to fall asleep, her last thought that she would cum the next time they had sex.

"Whose pussy is this, slut?" Ann was on her back, legs spread lewdly, her pussy fully stuffed by hard cock.

"You do!" Ann groaned, hips humping up, hungry for him to begin fucking into her again. She looked up into Jacen's leering face, hands catching his hips, urging him to resume. He teased her for another moment, tilting his hips back and forth, his cock shifting inside of her but not pushing deeper. Ann whined, digging her nails in, "You do, Jacen!" He nodded once and hammered forward into her fully, making Ann climax with a groan.

Ann found herself awake, her right hand pinching her rigid left nipple, all four of the fingers of her left hand curled into her pussy. She was incredibly aroused, but she was also aware of where she was, and of what she had just said in her dream. Had she said it aloud? She looked around in the dark room, acutely aware that Tom was beside her in their bed.

She listened, relieved when she found he was still snoring. Embarrassed, she realized she was literally dripping wet. She glanced at the clock, sure she had just gone to sleep... To her shock, it was almost 6AM; Tom would be getting up soon. Sitting up in bed, Ann stripped off her T-shirt, which was damp with her sweat. She shivered wondering how long she had been having sex in her dreams, and still worried that she might have spoken Jacen's name aloud.

Whether it was spurred by her arousal, embarrassment, guilt, or a combination of the three, she found her gaze locked on Tom's groin. Biting her lower lip, Ann rolled onto all fours, pulling the duvet and sheet down off of her husband's body. He had not bothered with sleep pants after their too brief coupling the night before. Ann shifted, bringing her face down to his crotch. She slurped his soft cockhead into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the glans and sucking lightly.

Tom shifted and murmured in his sleep. And he began to get hard. Ann changed technique, teasing the underside of his rising shaft with her tongue, then kissing the glans, before bobbing her head down again onto his shaft as it grew.

"Mmmm," Ann moaned around her husband's swelling cock, the fingers of her free hand working her dripping slit while she braced herself with the other hand. At the head of the bed, Tom smiled. Still asleep, his hand came down to rest on Ann's head. Surprised, Ann redoubled her efforts.

Tom's eyes flickered open a moment later. He struggled to hold on to his dream... An amazing affair where Kelly Ripa was on her knees under his desk, whorishly gobbling at his cock while Regis sat in front of him, insisting he come guest on their show again, and alternately asking if Tom had seen his co-host.

Tom lifted his head, blinking at the blurred image of a head bobbing over his groin. At the same time, he realized what he was feeling was not a dream.

"Ahhh," he gasped, fingers tangling in Ann's hair. He blinked again, looked up at the ceiling, making sure that it was real... Ann was going down on him. He lay there for a moment, trying to remember the last time she had done that. Even the new oversexed Ann had been more eager to screw than to dally with the foreplay. He watched her bobbing head, having difficulty really thinking about it, because what she was doing felt so good. She really was amazing, he thought, smiling.

Ann surprised him, holding him fully in her mouth and sucking hungrily, tongue swirling over his shaft. The sensation was incredible. Tom forgot to focus on his breathing, a trick he had read about at one time or another, which seemed to have helped him to control his arousal. And he was already nearly panting, sounding as if he had been running line drills at basketball practice a decade before. Ann's head was bobbing in his lap again, and she moaned softly, the sound adding to the wonderful sensations to which he had awakened.

"God!" Tom gasped the next time Ann buried her nose in his crotch, to suck at him fiercely. He erupted, fully expecting his wife to back off in surprise and anger, but too lost in his climax to consider apologizing. And too happy with the morning wake up to wonder that she stayed in place, swallowing his load, then resumed sucking at him, head bobbing once again. "Whoa," he groaned, the touch that had felt amazing a minute before having becoming uncomfortable. He wondered for a moment if this was some weird sort of sleep walking, "Baby," he managed, trying again to push her away, "Stop... stop it." Ann sat back, wiping away the mixed saliva and semen smeared on her lips and chin. He saw that she was playing with herself with the other hand.

"Wow," he smiled, "That was... that was the perfect way to wake up." Ann smiled sexily, biting her lower lip. She moved to straddle him, catching his spent cock with her free hand. Tom laughed, a short bark, and shook his head, holding her at bay with a hand against her flat stomach. "Whoa, babe. That... uhm, that won't do any good right now, baby." Ann blinked, looking down as if for the first time realizing he was soft in her hand. She wanked him, none too gently. "Hey, easy, babe!" he cautioned.

"But I'm horny," she pouted. He smiled, marveling at how beautiful and sexy she was... and how lucky he was. He sat up, bringing his hand to her crotch. She took her hand away, surrendering her sex to him and leaning back as he circled her swollen clit with his index finger, keeping just millimeters away from the rigid wanting bead, then trailing along each of her inner labia. She was dripping wet. When he used his thumb, applying gentle but firm pressure while driving his index finger into her sex, Ann shivered visibly, moaning and humping herself against his hand. He held the pressure on her clit, thrusting in and out with his second and third fingers until she calmed.

"Please, baby?" she pouted, reaching for his cock again, "We did it twice the first night I danced." Tom laughed.

"We did it twice already, remember? Last night wasn't 7 hours ago." He shrugged, because she clearly did not like his answer. "I'm sorry, baby, but even that night we stopped for a snack, remember?" Ann giggled, remembering the popcorn they had eaten in bed, and how it had stuck to their damp skin. His knowing fingers were already building her to a second climax. She wanked his shaft, willing him to get hard again.

"Please, Tom?" Her husband snorted, shaking his head, while twisting his body, obviously to get her to let go of his cock.

"Tonight, babe, I promise," he winked at her, "I'll come straight home from work, and we can do it before dinner and then again at bedtime." Ann relented, surprised in part at how disappointed she felt—almost angry—and at how aggressive she was being. She did not want Tom to ask what was going on with her. He sat up, finger still working her sex, which he had been doing as long as they had been intimate in those times when she had not climaxed with or before him... or since she had started dancing, on the nights she was still excited even though she had climaxed when he was spent. He winked at her, thinking that oral sex—his performing on her—had been a wonderful kickstart for her before she had started dancing... but that since she had started she had simply been too excited to bother with foreplay.

His knowing touch triggered another orgasm, which Ann found herself playing up out of concern he would suspect something. She hated worrying about it, almost as much as she hated the truth that she wanted to cum the way she had the other night... with Jacen.

She lay panting in bed as Tom got up, kissed her gently with a quiet thank you, and went into the bathroom. The shower went on, and Ann listened, fingering her still aroused pussy and wondering what was wrong with her. True she had been hornier since she had started dancing; Tom did not know it, but Ann had only infrequently masturbated during their marriage and even before; getting herself off had been an infrequent activity since she had first learned to do so while in high school. But since she had started dancing at the club, she had been playing with herself daily, sometimes twice a day. She would get herself off, and then get on with her day... except that her arousal and need seemed to have gotten out of control since she had let Jacen have his way with her.

She shivered, remembering that she still had to get Plan B. And in the next moment she was cumming again, as if the thought of Jacen impregnating her somehow excited her. Pressing a hand against her twitching sex, Ann quieted when Tom came out and crossed, naked, to the closet. He did not seem to notice she was still awake. Ann watched him through half closed eyes. He was in great shape, flat stomach, toned arms and legs from jogging regularly. She could remember he had caught her eye the first time she had seen him on campus... and had been delighted when he had asked her out. She smiled at the memory of how amazing he had been in bed.

She watched him dress, anxiety growing that as great as Tom looked, she felt... numb. What the fuck was wrong with her? Ready for work, her husband crossed to her side of the bed, kissed her cheek again, and whispered that he loved her, just like he always did, she knew, even the mornings she was sound asleep. Less than ten minutes later, as the aroma of the coffee he had made reached the bedroom, she heard the door open and close, announcing Tom was gone.

Chapter III

Ann got up with purpose, a departure from her usual routine of lounging in the bed or padding about their home in just her nightie or robe until lunchtime. She showered, unashamed when the urge to masturbate with the handheld shower extended her time in the small stall by a few minutes. She told herself it would keep her from being so horny as she ran her errand.

Instead, she was aware that she was still horny... and thinking about how she might get off, by the time she left the house, having settled on just the mug of coffee for her breakfast. She got onto the highway, determined not to make her purchase anywhere that someone who might know them might shop. She also chose to avoid the drugstore near the club, and for the same reason. She liked most of the other dancers, but she knew better than to trust them with what she had done.

Though it had not been an hour since she had gotten off in the shower, Ann considered pausing in her car to masturbate when she finally found a CVS in the suburb southeast of their home. She had been pressing a hand against her demanding sex since exiting the highway, and it was doing nothing to ease her need. She wondered if this was how Tom and the other horny boys and men she had dated in high school and college felt. It almost made her sympathetic for the line of young men she had left hanging, a seemingly errant thought that made the married dancer pause in surprise.

Telling herself she had better self control than that, the housewife climbed out of her car and hurried to the automatic door. She looked back without slowing to make sure her remote fob locked the car. In so doing, she failed to realize she was approaching the exit and just in time to collide with the mountain of a man who was leaving the store. Ann staggered back, barely keeping herself from falling. She felt his hand close on her upper arm, keeping her from tipping backwards.

"Careful, miss," the man's voice was a low rumble. Ann blinked, seeing him for the first time, a very big, very black man. She gasped then, not because she was hurt or even surprised any longer, but because her pussy twitched, the need so great she had to clench her teeth to keep from touching herself right then and there. God, he was sexy. She flushed, shocked at that thought, and managed to nod, sidling around the big man, who had released her arm, maybe concerned at the way she had reacted, she thought belatedly. He was still watching her. Ann wondered if he somehow knew what Tom did not... what she had done. Her blush deepened and she managed to nod in answer to his caution, offering a hesitant smile that she hoped did not betray what was really making her tremble... desire.

Safely in the store, Ann straightened her back and mentally scolded herself for having such thoughts. She was married. She had made a mistake, that was all. She had been drinking, and had never seen such a big... Her arousal threatened to become a problem once again. Embarrassed, Ann forced herself to think about the lecherous man who had been such an ass in the booth that night. That quickly reduced her excitement enough to be controlled.

Ann hurried to the back of the store, finding the 'family planning' section. There were condoms and dams and non-prescription cervical caps, even the female condom she remembered hearing about on some talk show years before. There were lubricants and delaying gels and an array of little bottles that promised to be 'performance enhancers.' But no Plan B. Puzzled, Ann went up and down the neighboring aisles, her anxiety increasing. Resigned to having to ask, she went back to the pharmacist's glassed in kiosk.

There was another customer in line, an older black man, and Ann bit her lip in a vain attempt to deny the automatic thought—was he as big as Jacen—that sprang to mind. Instead of abating, she found herself wondering about the impressive man who had kept her from falling, as well. She averted her eyes, afraid to stare, then glanced back, smiling, nervous he would be offended, thinking she was a racist. If only he knew, she thought and nearly giggled before angrily tamping down such emotions, by wondering just what was wrong with her. She told herself it was unlikely the man was much different than Tom... there was no way all black men... or even most black men, could be as big as Jacen. Still, the simple presence of a black stranger—and a much older man, at that—had her nearly dripping with arousal once again, standing at the back of the store. She wrapped her arms around her sides, as if it was cold, and more earnestly wondered 'What the fuck has happened to me?'

"You OK?" Ann blinked and blushed; she had been staring at the man again, after all.

"No, I, uh," Ann blushed, "I'm... I just..." She could not very well say, 'I was imagining what it would be like to have sex with you.' "Sorry," she managed, "I just spaced out, there." The man tucked his lower lip under his bushy gray mustache. He collected his change from the pharmacist and collected the brown bag off of the counter.

"Well, hopefully they'll help to fix that," he offered her a sympathetic smile, and then he was gone. Ann was mortified... the guy obviously thought she had some sort of mental problem. Hell, maybe she did.

She turned to the counter, relieved to be taking care of her problem, in part because it stopped her thinking other things. The pharmacist was Pakistani and hard to understand. Ann explained that she had looked in the family planning but had not found the Plan B pills. The pharmacist nodded, reaching beneath the counter and bringing a single package up, setting it on the counter at the small open window in the thick plexiglass through which they were talking.

"You'd better give me another one, too," Ann added without thinking. The pharmacist blinked, then launched into a practiced spiel...

"It is not supposed to be birth control. It does not protect you for sex after it is taken. Birth control is safer and cheaper...' yada yada yada. Ann nodded, not really listening to what he was saying, as she opened her purse, praying she had enough cash to buy it... The last thing she wanted to explain to Tom what she had bought with their credit card. When the pharmacist ran out of steam, she looked at him steadily.

"I need another one... just in case," she finished lamely. He pursed his lips, stared at her pointedly, then shook his head, but reached under the counter again, retrieving another of the package he had first set on the counter, and a similar package.

"I recommend the brand name," he held onto the packages keeping Ann from taking either, "It's five dollars more..." as if she might not be able to pay. Ann found a C-note. She absently mused it was the bill the asshole had held up before trying to force her to give him head. "That is $49.99," the man's clipped accent was getting easier to decipher as she got used to it, "And again, it is not birth control..." She stopped nodding to glare at him. His head rocked back, and she was gratified to be able to have that effect on the presumptuous bastard. "You must take it with food," he returned to the patter of the instructions to reduce his obvious anxiety. Ann wondered if it was racist or sexist or both that had the little man acting like such an ass.

"Two of the brand name. Please." She offered a saccharine smile. The pharmacist pursed his lips, shook his head fractionally, then set down the second package. He scanned one of them twice, pressed some buttons on the register.

"That will be one hundred seven dollars and twenty three cents," Ann grabbed a twenty and handed it to the pharmacist along with the hundred dollar bill. Belatedly she considered grabbing a box of condoms, as well, but Jacen's words echoed in her head. She blushed, embarrassed at planning to have sex with him again. She was not going to repeat that mistake. She collected her purchase and left without a word to the frustrating pharmacist. But on her path out of the store, she rememebered what the pharmacist had said. She grabbed an iced latte from the cooler and a snickers bar from the display at the front of the cash wrap. She paid the bored girl at the front, and then hurried out to her car, pausing only long enough to discard the packaging from the first Plan B dose in the trash can outside the store.

Safely in her car, Ann ate two bites of the candy bar, then swallowed the small white pill, chasing it with a gulp of the sugary coffee. She sat, watching people walking past, in and out of the store, while she finished the candy and more than half of the drink, but she did not really see anyone. She was trying to understand how she could have let what happened happen, and why part of her seemed... hungry for it to happen again.

Glancing down at the remaining pill, she frowned. Why had she insisted on buying it? She tore the packaging open, digging through her purse until she found the tin of mints at the bottom. Tom hated the overstrong little candies, so she told herself it was a safe place to hide it until she needed it. The thought made her pause again... until? Once more she scolded herself; she was not going to sleep with Jacen again.

And of course just the thought of had retriggered her arousal. Ann started the car and lurched out of the small parking lot and onto the street, keeping from playing with herself only by the real fear of being discovered masturbating in her car in broad daylight.

***

By Ann's first set Friday, the housewife was determined to put an end to what had left her so addled in the days since she and Jacen had fucked. Thursday, had been a nightmare seesaw of arousal and shame. Her self control had broken down in the car, and the young beauty had fingered her seemingly constantly dripping slit to a barely satisfying climax the moment the garage door was closed, not even making it into the house. And the self gratification had been repeated before she had been able to focus to make a light lunch. And again after lunch. And four times more before Tom was home.

While masturbating, Ann determinedly thought of her husband, but even their most romantic or frantic couplings seemed to push her release out of reach. In contrast, just the fleeting thought of Jacen or her lapse Tuesday night would leave her vibrating with renewed desire.

She wondered if she would be exhausted by the time Tom arrived, and was almost relieved when five o'clock came and went without her husband bursting through the door. And she decided it was fortunate that the next cycle of need was peaking when he finally did make it home, because she could throw herself at him, welcoming her husband's eager reaction as they fucked like teenagers on the living room floor.

But as before, she did not cum... She knew she could never explain to her husband how she was so excited that she had to have him the moment he was home, but was not sufficiently aroused to get off even once before he was through. She had forced any thought of the big bouncer out of mind as Tom humped into her, focusing on the heat and passion she shared with the man she loved, and desperately trying to get to the peak. Then, it was too late, Tom went stiff, pushing against her with all of his might. So she faked it again. And prayed he did not see that she was acting; she certainly was not going to complain that he did not last long enough.

Instead, she jerked and gasped and moaned, pressing against him, while trying to deny that she wished she could feel him erupting inside of her. The thought triggered another forbidden memory of Tuesday, the night she was beginning to think had ruined her, and which enflamed her need, just when Tom was absolutely unable to take care of her.

Unable to get herself off after they were finished, the perpetually aroused housewife stammered through the meal Tom had brought from her favorite little bistro, so obviously distracted Tom had decided he had done a particularly good job pleasuring his wife. Ann helped herself to most of the bottle of wine he had brought, and somehow, nipping at Tom's neck and undulating against him, naked, when he chose to go to bed immediately after they had finished dinner, she had been delighted to find that her husband, the man she loved, was again hard and ready to go.

Their second coupling Thursday night had been more heated if that was possible. It became a blur of friction and heat. Ann surrendered to the feelings, unaware of anything else, including who she was or who was with her. And it had been amazing; the housewife had climaxed quickly and repeatedly. Panting quietly after Tom had succumbed to the sleep of the thoroughly fucked, Ann had smiled certain that she had finally figured out what had happened. Sleep had claimed the young beauty, as well, but not before the kernel of an idea had sprouted.

Ann had awakened Friday at Tom's kiss goodbye. She had pouted, wishing she could again enjoy the passion and pleasure they had shared hours before just once more before he left for work. And she had been unsurprised by the need she felt from the first moment she was awake. She got herself off with practiced ease, and slipped back to sleep.

It had been the middle of the afternoon, when the beautiful housewife was finally awake, in the shower getting ready for her shift, when she remembered what she had realized the night before... It had to have been the alcohol. Or more accurately, she convinced herself that the indescribable pleasure... a pleasure so delicious it had kept echoing itself in demanding need in the days since... was because of the alcohol.

'He probably isn't even that big,' she snorted to herself, denying the tickle of need that she still felt at even that tangential thought. A need that did not abate, and had her masturbating against the sink, envisioning the big bouncer's pounding shaft before she could dry off. Frustrated, Ann had to admit that knowing why her memory of the night was so vividly exaggerated did not ease that need.

By the time she left for work, she had masturbated three additional times, and the maddening need was still there, threatening to blossom again. Reluctantly, she told herself there was only one thing to do... She needed to let Jacen fuck her again while she was stone cold sober. When she saw for herself that he was not the Adonis of her memory, her body would stop betraying her, demanding more. Life would get back to normal and she and Tom could begin their family.

Killing the motor in the club's parking lot, she paused, and remembering the second Plan B pill, the pretty housewife told herself she had known it all along.

But Jacen was not working the door, and Ann did not see him as she wandered the club, trying not to look like she was looking for anyone specific. After the meeting with Les, she circulated again, still not finding the big bouncer. And of course, the more she looked, the more she became aroused. Confused at his absence and the continued response of her body even though she knew her memories had to be lies, the housewife found it difficult to concentrate. Downing her pre-set drink, she realized she had forgotten to tell Justin not to spike them for her.

She used the arousal in her set, pleased that the movement and the attention of the patrons were enough to build her excitement, which she took as proof of her theory. She giggled as the third song ended, because the big bouncer was leaning against the back wall, openly watching her. The shiver of pleasure, she told herself, was the result of all of the men watching her, not just Jacen's attention. She proved it to herself by staying in the dressing room after she had changed rather than rushing out to find him. When she went out onto the floor, she stopped at the bar to make sure her drinks were no longer spiked for her shift. Only then did she go looking for Jacen.

Of course, work got in the way. She entertained a bachelor party for several songs, and then two of her regulars after the guys were ready for new dancers to take a turn. Making sure there were no other patrons wanting her company, the young housewife paused at one side of the club, looking for Jacen. She saw him across the seating area, his arm braced on the corner where one of the halls joined the main seating area of the club, and hurried over, telling herself to relax.

She slowed, though, several steps away from him, when she realized that he was talking to one of the new dancers Les had mentioned on Wednesday. The younger woman, a red head named Hilary, was obviously enjoying the big bouncer's attention, and the shameless way he was flirting spurred Ann back into motion. She did not stop to consider that what she was feeling was jealousy.

Jacen glanced up at her and smiled, except Ann saw that it didn't reach his eyes; he was mad that she was interrupting. 'Good,' she thought triumphantly.

"There you are, Jacen," she batted her eyes, stepping close, leaning against him, arm curling around his muscular bicep with exaggerated familiarity, except that it really was not exaggerated, "I thought maybe you had the night off."

"Ann," the bouncer shook his head, most of his attention remaining on Hilary. "I'm here. I've just been working the privates... Les wanted me to make sure nothing improper was going on." Ann blushed, wondering if Jacen knew that she had complained to the club owner. She remembered that he did not want to interfere in the girls' side business, she suddenly wished she had stayed quiet.

"Are you doing anything special after close?" she asked, pressing her thighs tight at the knowledge of what she was asking. Jacen winked at Hilary.

"Well," he shrugged, "I was trying to talk Miss Hilary, here, into joining me and my buddy for an early breakfast, and," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Hilary giggled, licking her lips. Ann pointedly rubbed her chest against Jacen's arm, surprising herself.

"Oh," she hesitated, embarrassed at her behavior, especially since they were not alone, "I was sort of hoping we could... do something after close," Ann's blush deepened, and her arousal grew.

"So you're horny again, then?" Ann was horrified at how brazen Jacen was being with another dancer standing right there." His smile was a leer, "I told you, they always come back for seconds." Ann could not keep from looking at Hilary, who was staring at her in obvious surprise. But at least she had Jacen's attention; he completely ignored the younger dancer. "Well?" Ann stamped a heel, and tried to deny that she was incredibly horny. Jacen shifted, bringing his left arm around in front of Ann and pressing his open palm against her crotch. The housewife shuddered; it was a struggle not to moan, and she could not keep from pressing her sex against his teasing fingers. He flexed his long third finger, teasing the edge of Ann's bottoms as he stared intently at the young wife.

Ann knew she should stop him, and could not believe she was willing to let him finger her on the edge of the floor... but she was. He relented though, his smile wider if that was possible.

"Sorry, Hilary," he shrugged, "I guess I have plans after all." It was the younger red head's turn to stomp her foot. She held a hand up, though, two fingers raised.

"You said you were meeting a buddy," she countered, "We'll double." Jacen shrugged, looking at Ann. She almost said 'bring the bitch along' but managed to hold her tongue. Ann nodded, relieved since Hilary could keep Jacen's friend company. A part of her wanted to hold the bouncer's hand against her sex as he pulled it away. And part of her worried she was so wet her thong would be soaked through if she looked down.

"Well don't leave it all up on stage," Jacen said with a wink, "I'd better get to work. And you girls had better see about making Les' customers happy."

The next guy to get a lap dance from Ann must have thought he had died and gone to heaven; the married dancer truly ground against him, albeit unconsciously, driven by her need for release. Ann blushed, only realizing after she was done climaxing that her moans and shivering body had also carried her admirer over the edge, although the guy clearly did not mind, based upon the tip he added when she slipped off of his lap.

Of course, her relief did not last long. By the end of her second set she was practically rubbing her bare sex against the pole, unconsciously imagining that it was Jacen. The pressure had the opposite effect of what she hoped. It also had the guys nearly climbing onto the stage. The walkway was littered with bills she had been too preoccupied to collect when she finished, It was almost time for her third set before she had finished shaking her aroused ass over the men interested in lap dances from the hot married stripper.

Buzzed from ninety minutes of uninterrupted arousal, the housewife leaned over the bar and Justin obligingly spiked the last cranberry juice she received from a customer. Sipping the drink, Ann sauntered through the crowd, reveling in the attention, telling herself it was proof that it wasn't just Jacen. It was the club, and the excitement of dancing bare for strange men that had led to her making that mistake. The pulse of need that throbbed deep in her stomach at the knowledge Jacen had agreed to meet her after work went unrecognized—she had been on the edge of an orgasm most of the night. Twice after her second set she had actually gotten off while rubbing against strangers doing lap dances.

When she strutted out onto the stage for her third set, Ann saw Jacen leaning against the corner of the bar, watching her intently. She moaned at the way her sex flooded, and after trying to ignore him and her need during a pass around the edge of the stage, during which Ann lost her bra much more quickly then was normally the case, she paused at the rear pole, eyes finding the big bouncer and fixing on him. Licking her lips, she dropped her head, arching her back and running her hands up her bare torso, balancing with one shoulder against the pole. Ann tweaked her erect nipples, then raised one arm over her head, gripping the pole for better balance as she thrust her right hand inside the front of her thong. Eyes closed, mouth open, the aroused wife worked two fingers up and down her seam before pushing her hand in deeper, curling them up into her dripping sex.

Ann applied pressure to her clit with her palm, spasming visibly to the delight of the crowd. Actually, Ann was no longer aware of the men staring up at her on the stage. In her imagination, she was on her back, legs spread, as Jacen drove into her, pushing her into a climax. Blinking, the housewife blushed as she registered the shouts and cheers almost drowning out the music, and belatedly interrupting the fantasy that had taken control of her performance.

She pirouetted around the back pole, using the momentum she built to leap gracefully forward, catching the other pole and reversing direction, spinning sexily to the ground. She rolled to her back, crotch pointed off angle from the end of the stage toward Jacen, and bracing her feet, the white housewife pumped her pelvis up, as if meeting a lover's lunge. She cupped her sex with one hand, tearing the thong away, baring her glistening, aroused seam to the crowd. The men were howling. Several wadded bills were thrown toward her crotch in an obvious attempt to 'score a goal.' Ann held her ass high, drawing two fingers up her dripping slit and then licking her fingers as she sat up, crossing her legs, and catching hold of the pole to help as she unwound, 'spinning' back up onto her feet. Stark naked, Ann stalked the edge of the stage, pausing every few steps to bend at the waist and spin, hands squeezing her breasts as she shimmied her ass teasingly. Her inner thighs were damp, she was so hot by the time the song ended.

Two of the other girls came out, scooping up the bills covering the stage, while Mandy, the next dancer, shook her head. She caught hold of the aroused housewife's arm.

"Girl," she paused, popping her gum, "I don't know what's gotten in to you tonight, but that'll be a bitch to follow." Ann blushed but nodded, starting to apologize. Mandy interrupted her with a laugh. "Don't worry," she caught hold of the curtain, "I'd make good money after that even if I just stood there." She pulled the curtain wide, her lithe body undulating against Ann's. Her music started, but instead of strutting out to begin her dance, Mandy caught hold of Ann's bare breast, groping it openly as she pivoted in front of the shocked, naked housewife. Mandy's free hand was at the back of Ann's head, and then the women were kissing passionately. The men surrounding the stage went wild.

After a moment the bottle blonde spun away, the finger she had slipped into Ann's dripping sex the last point of contact between the women. She strutted along the left edge of the stage, her expression daring the men to try to steal Ann away from her as she held her wet finger out over their heads before pausing at the far end of the stage to lick her fingers clean.

Ann was hidden by then by the fall of the heavy curtains, but she watched the next dancer's impromptu moves through one of the peep holes. Her entire body was sparking at the unexpected goose of her arousal caused by Mandy's kiss. Struggling to get control, she staggered into the dressing area and collapsed at her station. She tasted the drink on the counter to be sure it was just juice before downing half of it, crunching on a piece of the ice as she considered using more on her sex to cool off. She absently picked up the stack the other girls had left on her counter and began to count. She was surprised at how many fives and even tens there were.

House rules were that each girl turned in her take and then could get it at the end of her shift. One of the more experienced girls had warned Ann early on to always count her money before turning it in. The worst set she could remember had been a meager $41. It was usually at least one hundred dollars. Ann stared at the stacked cash... there was $443 from just that set.

Smiling in pride, the aroused housewife pulled a plain white cotton halter and thong out of her drawer and slipped them on. She stepped into the clear plastic four inch heels that were more comfortable than the stack heel she had worn on stage, and scooped up the cash, deftly putting a rubber band around it before she headed down the dimly lit back corridor to the dancer's window at the rear of the cash booth.

She was surprised to find Jacen and Hilary were standing in the hallway. The other woman wore a sequined two piece bikini with matching heels and an almost demure wrap that covered her hips and upper thighs.

"Ready, Ann?" Jacen held out his free hand. Ann had already noticed that his other arm was draped around Hilary. Her eyes flashed with jealousy.

"I have to go work the floor," she pursed her lips, "We should both be out there." Jacen just laughed.

"Les said you can take off early." Ann was obviously surprised. "I pointed out that your last set was so hot we would have guys trying to grope you and worse." Ann blushed; she had not considered that. "And there are a couple of 'undercover,' inspectors in the crowd tonight." Jacen went on, using his free hand to add the air quotations. Ann's eyes went wide—she knew her last set had been beyond what she could legally do on stage, but the girls usually stripped bare, in disregard of the law, since it meant better tips. Jacen laughed at her reaction. "Don't sweat it," he waved a hand dismissively, "They're with the program. But if you went out on the floor, they might want you to do a private, if you know what I mean..." Ann could guess what he meant. She nodded, then smiled.

"So you thought my set was hot?" The big bouncer's smile widened.

"Oh yeah," his head bobbed, "I didn't know you had it in you to do that on stage," He rubbed his chin, "Well, now that I think about it, I knew you could...I just didn't know if you'd do it for the crowd instead of just me." Ann's mouth dropped open, shocked again that he talked like that in front of Hilary, but the other dancer did not react at all, and belatedly Ann realized her fellow dancer was obviously interested in having sex, so she would not think Ann's similar goal was unusual. She wondered if all of the other dancers were as casual about sex.

She knew most did not really enjoy dancing that much... it was strictly a job. But it involved sex, and she was learning that at least some of the dancers were comfortable doing more than just dancing. The thought left her uncomfortable, as it had before. It also seemed to spur her arousal. Ann told herself it was just the knowledge that she was getting off early, and was going to prove to herself Jacen was just a man like Tom.

"Besides," Jacen went on, "There's only another ninety minutes before close, anyway." He was right, Ann thought, aware that she usually went earlier in the rotation of dancers. "Go on and cash out, and we'll see about having some fun." Ann nodded and stepped up to the cash window in the hallway.

"You had a great night," Webb, the cashier smiled at Ann through the window, as he counted the bills she had already gone through. He entered the number, "$791 doing three sets... If you danced five you would've cleared a grand on stage alone." Ann nodded; she knew Les had most of the girls dancing at least four sets, but he had assured her she did so well on the floor he was not going to push her to do more on stage then she was comfortable with. "And with your lap dances tonight..." he checked his notes, "Damn girl, you did 30 in the window between your second and third sets." Ann just smiled... Ten in an hour was really busy. "$1340 from the floor..." He whistled, "I haven't seen many better single shifts." He pecked at the computer's number pad as he spoke, "Thirteen forty and seven ninety one... twenty-one thirty-one... less thirty percent... fourteen ninety-two." He shook his head, glancing up at Ann, "That's a lot of money to be carrying out of here."

"Hell, she'll be with me," Jacen said, feigning indignation. Ann giggled.

"I'll take two hundred fifty," she told the cashier, "Put two hundred into the staff kitty," the cashier beamed, since he would get some of that, "Could you direct deposit the rest?" Webb nodded, then went about filling out the requisite forms, which Ann signed before collecting a dozen crisp twenties and a matching ten note. She had heard some of the girls grumble about paying thirty percent to Les, but someone else had pointed out that they did not have to pay for stage time, had always had to pay ten percent to clubs, with more to recognize the non-performing staff, and that Les was paying their health insurance and providing a dancer kitty so there was some money even a girl had an off night. They even had a retirement plan at the club. Having heard horror stories from dancers who had worked independently at clubs, Ann was happy to be Les' employee rather than a contract dancer.

"I've gotta get my purse and bag," she said to Jacen, who had been standing beside her, as Webb finished up with her.

"I've got them," Hilary said with a smile, holding Ann's Coach hobo purse and pink and black UnderArmor dance bag. Though surprised, Ann thanked the other dancer. She took the bags, putting the cash into her wallet as she followed Jacen's course through the back hallways to the staff exit in the parking lot.

"Wait," Ann glanced down at her barely there clothing, "I should change if we're going out."

"Not on my account, I hope," Jacen teased, "Jeans or sweats?"

"Jeans," Ann pouted, wishing she had worn sweats, which she could pull on in the hallway.

"Well, I'm on my bike," Jacen said, "If we took your car we could all go together." Ann nodded. "I can drive, so you can put your jeans on," Ann fished her keys out of her purse, handing them to the big man.

"And you want me to get into my car like this?" she asked in surprise. Jacen grinned.

"Hell, anyone in the parking lot has seen more than that," he teased, "And I'm not really planning on your clothes being on that long anyway, to tell the truth." Ann shivered at the rush of need his words triggered. She bit her lower lip for a second, then smiled, reaching for the door's push bar.

"Well, then, let's get going." Ann said, and led the way into the parking lot, giggling at the double take of a couple of guys heading toward their car. She gave them a smile and a wave as the trio sauntered to her car. Ann remembered to stop at the passenger side. When she tried it, though, it was locked. Jacen waited until she looked back at him before using the remote to unlock the door.

"Gotta give the customers a show," he smiled. Ann stuck her tongue out, then twitched her ass at the big bouncer as she opened it.

"Do you want to get in back to change?" Hilary asked, to Ann's annoyance. She slipped into the passenger seat.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine," she said, pulling her jeans out of her bag, along with the club logo hoodie she had worn to work. Realizing that the other woman was in just a bikini set as well, Ann laughed, and pushed her clothes back into the bag, "In fact, I don't think I need to change," she finished as Jacen slid into the driver's seat.

***

Both women laughed at the difficulty the big man had getting situated. He slid the seat all the way back, and still looked cramped. Lifting the steering wheel did not help very much. He adjusted the mirrors, then looked at the women.

"Seatbelts," he said, "Wouldn't do to have you getting me a ticket if we're stopped.

"Oh, I don't think we'd get a ticket if we were stopped," Hilary batted her eyes and tugged at the edge of her skimpy top suggestively, "I never get tickets."

"What if it's a lady cop?" Jacen seemed honestly interested in Hilary's answer as he pulled out of the parking lot onto the street.

"Are you serious?" the stripper laughed, "I swear there's one who stops me at least once a month, just to eye me up and see if I'm willing to go out for drinks." She smiled, at Ann and Jacen, "Getting them to let me off is easier than it is with male cops." Jacen was clearly unconvinced. He looked over at Ann.

"What made you change your mind?" he asked. Ann blushed.

"I couldn't stop thinking about it," she said honestly, unable to look at him, afraid to look at Hilary. She realized she was pressing a hand against her crotch.

"You were thinking about it up on stage." he said. Ann's nipples began to tingle as she nodded. She glanced at him, and saw the bouncer's smile widen. "Well, we'll have to see if we can't give you some more material tonight," he paused, making a turn opposite the direction Ann usually took to go home, "Before you know it you'll be making too much money to stop working for Les." Ann rolled her eyes and shook her head. She watched the passing businesses and condos, closed and dark.

"Where are we going?" she asked after a minute.

"Gotta meet Billy," he winked, "We won't be long. You hungry?" Ann nodded, giggling when her stomach grumbled. "Well, we'll get something to eat, then, too." Ann snorted.

"Yeah, with me dressed like this." Jacen's hand dropped to her thigh and Ann's breath caught. She wanted to look back to see if Hilary was watching them, but dared not. She knew she should stop him, even as she spread her legs, offering herself to him, her body buzzing she was so aroused. She could not look at him.

"Oh yeah, my sexy bitch," Jacen's voice was low, seeming to add to the buzz she felt, "I'm gonna love showing you off." Ann nearly lifted her pelvis, hungry to feel his fingers on her sex again. She barely suppressed a moan as his fingers brushed the edge of her cotton panties. "You'd be okay with that, right, little bitch?" Ann felt herself nod, and as if in reward, the bouncer's second and third fingers slipped inside her panties, deftly thrusting into her cleft, pushing as if to drive into her dripping pussy before shifting back up to press, then circle her aroused, erect clit. Ann closed her eyes and opened her mouth, panting silently, struggling not to make a sound.

A moment later, Jacen's fingers were in her mouth. She blinked, even as she closed her lips and sucked her fluids from his black skin. She was embarrassed but was too hot to argue. He dropped his hand back onto her thigh, but did not resume teasing her. She was wondering if he was waiting for her to encourage him when he braked sharply, pulling to a stop alongside the curb. The back passenger door of the RAV opened, a big body slipping in. The the car was rolling again, even before the door had closed.

Ann craned her head to look back, and found a lanky man with skin every bit as black as Jacen's looking from face to face. The man was less... massive then Jacen, but he was obviously in good shape, and Ann felt a tremble of desire as the new arrival's eyes openly examined her. She smiled, aware that the car seat was hampering his view.

"What's up, B?" Jacen asked. The man reached up and Jacen removed his hand from Ann's thigh, the men tapping knuckles, "That an all right stealth approach?" B nodded, readjusting the cameras he was holding, one of them on a partially extended black monopod.

"Perfect timing, too," he sat back, eyes moving to Hilary, who was preening beside him in the back seat. "Guess it's good for me my current project is an early riser." Ann blinked.

"You were doing a stakeout?" she asked. The big man shrugged.

"Something like that."

"Mmm, another cop," Hilary purred, undulating against him. Billy turned, and as Ann watched, the apparent strangers began to kiss and fondle one another. Hilary's top came away, baring her small, pert breasts in the darkened RAV. Without thinking about it, Ann brought a hand to her left breast as she watched the new man begin to tease Hilary's nipple. She pressed her thighs tight, looking back at Jacen. The big man had obviously knew what was happening in the backseat, and had also been watching her. He winked.

"Hungry, man?" he asked, the new arrival, glancing again into the mirror. Jacen nodded, and Ann guessed the answer had been a head shake or nod. She shivered as Jacen's hand tickled up and down her bare thigh. "Think you can wait long enough for us to stop for some food," he teased as his finger brushed over Ann's panties. Her ass came off of the seat, welcoming his touch. He did not take the invitation, though. She managed to nod that she could wait.

Two minutes later, the car was in a short line at the back of Pancho's. Ann had heard of the all night burrito shop, but had never been. Jacen did not bother asking what she wanted, ordering by number, and adding 'and 2 sixes of Corona' before they pulled forward. She was a little surprised, but she was more distracted at the thought that the people in the car ahead could see she was in a barely there cotton top, with a big black man beside her. And then Jacen's fingers resumed teasing over her sex, inside of her panties, and she could not focus enough to worry about it.

"Damn," he grumbled, "Thirty dollars? That's robbery man."

"Here," she managed, digging into her purse. She handed him two bills, confident it would cover the cost. Jacen took the bills with his left hand, his thick right index finger circling Ann's clit. Before they reached the window, the housewife was shuddering visibly and panting. Her hand gripped his wrist fiercely as she struggled to remain quiet. A feminine gasp behind them told her Hilary was being pleasured as well, and she wondered how. The car rolled forward and Jacen's fingers slipped back out of her panties, leaving her so close. She glanced back to see Billy's hand pressed against Hilary's sex, the red head's bikini bottom untied at one side, and hanging from her left thigh. From her angle, she could not see the other man's cock, although the movement of Hilary's arm suggested she was wanking her new friend.

The pair did not stop when Jacen pulled up to the window, but the clerk seemed unfazed, and Ann giggled, wondering what all the young man had seen. Jacen passed the sacks into the backseat, tipped the clerk generously, and then they were pulling back onto the street, driving further from both the club and Ann's home. By the time they stopped, the married stripper was more than a little anxious. They were still in the city, but well east of state line, in a neighborhood that had been new just after World War II. She saw the shadowed rows of similar matchbox homes in varying degrees of despair.

Jacen parked at the curb, and Ann wished she had put her jeans on. She heard Billy and Hilary trying to get themselves put together. Jacen climbed out, pausing to reach into the back to grab the bags before he came around to open Ann's door. By then the others had half fallen out of the car on the same side, giggling and hanging off of one another as if they had been drinking. Ann clung to Jacen, praying none of his neighbors would see her in the yard light, walking up to his house barely dressed. It seemed to take him forever to unlock the series of deadbolts on his door. He stepped in, flipping on a hall light as a beep began to sound, announcing a security system. Jacen headed toward the back of the house, setting the bags from Pancho's on a coffee table as he passed.

"Make yourselves at home," he waved a hand, "I'll be right back." Billy closed the door after the others had slipped inside. The had barely made it out of she short front hallway when Hilary pulled him down onto the couch in the front room, curling her left ankle around Billy's right thigh, and openly rubbing her sex against his crotch.

***

"Damn, girl," Billy teased after a moment, pulling back and sitting up, "Gotta let a brother eat before he can take care of you like that." A moment later, Jacen returned carrying a fifth of Jack Daniels and a Tupperware container.

"I almost forgot that I had dessert," he waved the container. Ann giggled, because he had donned a baseball cap in the back of the house. He sat down beside Ann on the loveseat which was at an angle to the couch where the others were sprawled. For maybe fifteen minutes they sat, eating the greasy burritos. The others laughed, taking swigs of the whiskey and chasing it with the beer, but Ann demurred, reminding herself she needed to be sober to know that sex with Jacen was no different than it was with Tom. Hilary was shameless, feeding Billy, and posing when Jacen's friend started to take pictures with the camera had had on a strap around his neck. Ann hesitated, but did not protest when he took some of her laughing and eating beside Jacen; she was acutely aware that the bouncer had his arm around her shoulders. When the big bouncer bent his head to kiss her, though, his hand dropping onto her aroused tit, Ann pushed him away, whispering, 'not here.'

Jacen chuckled, and leaned back, grabbing one of the brownies from the container he had brought out from the kitchen. He took a bite, holding the container out to Ann, who took one as well, but pouted as she did... she just wanted him to take her into his bedroom. Just when she was sure he was going to ignore what she was trying to get him to do, the big bouncer tossed back a final hit of the Jack and then stood, telling the others he guessed there was a better dessert he wanted to enjoy. Ann was not even embarrassed at his saying that; she almost leapt off of the couch, catching his hand. She did blush, though, when Jacen went on, telling Hilary and Billy it was 'time to remind Ann what she had been missing.' Hilary giggled, then squealed as Billy groped her chest. She was naked by then, and taking the others' departure as a cue, she opened Billy's pants, diving onto his crotch before Ann could really see what the other black man was like. She was curious, but did not stay to watch, since Jacen was almost out of the room with her in tow, and she was more than hot enough to go along.

He pulled her ahead of him after pausing at the open door to his bedroom in the short hall off of the main room. She saw that there was a bathroom farther down the hall, and considered whether she needed to pee, but Jacen still had her hand in his, and seeing the bed, she advanced into the bedroom; Ann could admit that she had a more pressing need at that moment. He took her brownie out of her hand and set it with his on the nightstand before stepping back in front of Ann where she was nervously shifting her weight at the foot of the bed.

She welcomed the big bouncer's kiss, shivering as his fingers teased around her nipples through the thin top, then danced down her bare sides, one hand cupping her ass, the other teasing over the crotch of her thong before rising to the waistband. His lips moved to her neck and Ann's head dropped back. She sighed in delight, then gasped when his lips dropped to her chest. Jacen sucked and nipped at her aroused nipples through her cotton top. She wished he would push it up, but he seemed content teasing her through the material, which was quickly soaking wet. When he backed off after a few minutes, Ann giggled as she looked down... She might as well have been naked, since her nipples and areolae were plainly visible through the wet cotton bra.

When Jacen pushed, Ann did not protest. She gasped in pleasant surprise as he deftly stripped her panties down to almost her knees as she fell back onto his bed. Giggling again, Ann shimmied her thighs, knees pressed together so that the cotton thong dropped to her ankles, which were draped over the foot of the bed. She pointed her toes, letting the bottoms drop to the carpet.

Ann moaned and spread her legs, because Jacen's skilled fingers were already at work on her dripping sex. He was still standing, and moved up between her splayed knees. He leaned over, and Ann welcomed his kiss, shivering at the strength of even his tongue as it thrust into her mouth. Her stomach tensed and pulsed from the teasing Jacen's fingers were doing to her clit, alternately slipping down her wet slit to push into her hungry sex. She moaned again when Jacen kissed his way down to her breasts, focusing on both for a couple minutes. When he paused, literally ripping the bra at the front seam, Ann gasped, arching her back to feed her bared nipples to his lips. He tweaked her left nipple with his right hand while the fingers of his left hand expertly resumed teasing her pussy. A moment later, Jacen moved further down, and without hesitation the pressed his lips down around Ann's rigid clit. Her breath caught, then escaped in a hiss as he began to lap and nip at her bare sex.

Ann heard Hilary voice a low moan in the front room. She giggled, realizing they had left the door open. Aware that she was moaning, too, she imagined the other stripper was getting similar treatment in the living room. A moment later, Ann was cumming strongly, and conscious thoughts were too ephemeral to consider.

"Fuck me!" she gasped, as she came down from the shimmering high, "Don't tease me any more... Give it to me."

"Give what to you?" Jacen taunted, rising to kiss her navel.

"Give me your big black cock," Ann did not hestitate. Her hands were scrabbling over Jacen's muscular chest and upper abdomen, trying to pull him up over her... into her. She needed a cock.

"You're sure?" Jacen taunted again, and Ann nodded her head fervently, hands scrabbling to the middle of his muscular abdomen as he moved up, over her. She expected to have to open his pants, and was surprised when the bouncer's naked cock slapped against her hands and wrists. She blinked, fingers closing around his shaft... Both hands? Her breath caught, and she lifted her head, realizing in that moment of genuine shock that it had not been just the alcohol—Jacen was huge! She was still pulling at him, and Jacen shifted higher. Even as a flicker of rational thought screamed for her to run, the heavy head of his cock brushed against her enflamed pussy. "Your tight white cunt wants my black cock?" The loving wife tried to hold his heavy shaft away from her sex, but Jacen easily overcame the resistance, shifting his hips up and down, moving her knuckles and the head of his shaft up her dripping seam, butting against her clit.

"Yes!" Ann moaned, knees rising, flexing out, welcoming the bouncer's advance. Jacen chuckled, teasing his cock over her sex again as she pulled at him, hungry for it. "I want it!" Ann managed, pelvis tilting in a vain attempt to get him inside of her, "Fuck me with your big black cock!" Jacen pulled back slightly, and Ann let go, confident he was going to fuck her... Wanting it to happen. She moaned as the broad head separated her dripping inner folds, then whimpered when he did nothing more. She twisted her hips, her only awareness her arousal and the certainty Jacen would be able to satisfy her.

"Put me in your cunt, then, my married bitch," the bouncer taunted. Ann tried to catch his heavy shaft with her right hand, but Jacen slapped her wrist, knocking her hand away. "Not that hand, little bitch," he pushed her hand up toward her breast, "Pinch those nipples." Ann obeyed without thinking about it. "Don't stop," he warned, "Now put me in your cheating cunt." Ann's head thrashed side to side, even as she caught his heavy cock in her left hand and pulled him into her. Lights flashed behind her closed eyes. Ann's mouth fell open, but she could not make a sound as she felt him moving into her. She pulled harder... wanted more... wanted all of it.

Jacen remained passive until her pinky touched her splayed inner labia. Then he added pressure, easily continuing to push through her suddenly lax fingers into the married stripper's pussy. He stopped when her breath caught, held himself in place for long seconds, then gently moved his hips side to side. He smiled... he was more than halfway in... deeper than her hubby could touch. When her breath caught again at his applying pressure once more, he backed out until just his cockhead was inside of her. And waited.

The rhythmic thump of bodies rutting together reached them from the open bedroom door. Ann's head was back, eyes still closed, breasts moving visibly as she panted. Jacen waited, too, and within a few seconds, a whine escaped the aroused wife's throat. She lifted her hips, pushing herself farther onto his rigid cock. Jacen teased her a few seconds more before he again leaned over the petite white wife, slipping into her steadily. She hissed as he pushed through where he had paused before. Jacen ignored it, adding pressure and circling his hips, boring deeper into Ann's protesting cunt.

"Aw, ow," she was still pinching her nipples Jacen noted with a smile, but her left hand rose, bracing against his chest. "Too deep," she whined, head thrashing side to side again, "Wait."

"You know it's not too big, little bitch," Jacen murmured, pausing his advance, still moving in circles between her legs. "Remember?" Ann nodded, a flush appearing on her neck. "Yeah, you can fuck like no other woman I've ever met," he went on, "Made me real sorry when you said you didn't want more of this," and he added pressure, seating another half inch. "But I guess you know now, don't you..." he backed out that half inch, still circling, "You've been dreaming about this, haven't you?" The flush spread to the tops of her breasts, but Ann nodded, biting her lip. Her fluids had literally began to pour out of her. He added pressure, kept it up when her breath caught, ignored her hand where it was pressing against his chest.

"Look, my little bitch," Jacen crooned, "I'm already deeper than poor little hubby can ever reach. Deeper than I was the other night until you were cumming." Ann's head came up, eyes focusing on their groins, on Jacen's thick cock thrust into her stretched, protesting pussy. "Does it feel good?" he taunted, hips circling. Ann bit her lip but nodded. "Oh no, little bitch," he shook his head, "Tell me." Ann's eyes were glued to her pussy.

"It's amazing," she managed, panting, "I can't... I didn't think it was real..." Jacen chuckled, the transmission of its vibrations into her sex making the white wife shiver.

"So this was to prove I wasn't all that?" he laughed as he worked four inches in and out, in and out. Ann's flat stomach twitched visibly. "That's why you didn't have a Corona?" The stripper's blush was visible on her chest, as she nodded. "Damn, but you blush pretty," Jacen paused, "So now you know the truth." Ann nodded again. "Tell me," he said quietly. Ann shook her head, and in answer Jacen backed out, leaving what he guessed was hubby's length inside of the aroused white wife. Ann whined, her hand moving behind his waist, tugging. When he did not move, she reluctantly stopped pinching her nipple, using both hands in a vain attempt to pull him back in to her.

She lifted her hips, which would have worked, except Jacen moved back, chuckling when her ankles came up, cinching behind his thighs.

"You want to go back to this," he wiggled his hips, "Just want hubby's little cock, then?" he taunted. She shook her head again.

"No... Please!" she whispered. Jacen waited, circling his erection teasingly inside of her. "Don't tease," she whined, and he continued, waiting. "God, you're amazing... I can't believe how big you are... how good you feel inside of me," she paused to catch her breath, "I love it... Fuck me... I want it. Please fuck my cunt with your big black cock!" He fed his cock into her hungry cunt, past where he had been, until most of his shaft was seated snugly in her stretched sex. Most, but not all. He knew he could bury it, but he was not ready to do that yet. Ann's head had dropped back as he thrust forward, the plane of her neck sexy in the half lit room.

"You like having my big cock in your married cunt?"

"Yesss," Ann hissed, hips pumping steadily at him, inviting his thrust, "I love it... Give it to me!" Jacen set his broad left hand on Ann's mons, circling, then applying pressure to her clit with the callused ball of his thumb. Ann cried out, back arching, hands clenching at the bedspread as she began to cum. He curled his thumb down over her clit, keeping the pressure on as the tip of his digit pushed into her sex atop his shaft. He searched for the almond shaped G spot, knowing he did not have to hit it directly as hot as she was. And as he applied a circling pressure aginst the front wall of her vaginal vault, he pushed forward, easily seating the rest of his cock in the helpless wife's spasming cunt. He waited, holding himself buried, until her climax eased, and Ann's panting had quieted.

"See, you took the whole thing," he taunted her, shifting his hips, as he deftly removed his thumb, leaning over the helpless, impaled wife , applying more pressure to his cock. Ann lifted her head, looked down her body to where Jacen's tight pubic curls were pressed against her crotch. Her hands came up over her flat stomach.

"Oh God, you're so deep," she murmured, pressing against him through her belly.

"You ever get off on a one stroke fuck before?" he asked, knowing the answer. Ann looked down in embarrassment but shook her head. "What's that?" Jacen shifted as if he was going to pull out, although that was the last thing he had planned.

"No!" Ann's voice was almost an octave lower in her continued arousal, "Don't... I haven't... I've never cum like that... Never orgasmed like I do on your big black cock." Jacen smiled, pleased at how easily she was remembering to use the words he had taught her.

"So you're ready to keep fucking?" he shifted his hips, cock moving teasingly in her relaxing, still aroused sex. Ann nodded. Jacen reached down, hooking his left hand under Ann's ass. He stopped recording with the cell phone he held in his right hand, tossing it to the bed beside her. Belatedly Ann realized what she had seen... that he had been holding his phone up. Her eyes went wide at the thought he had taken a picture of her like that.

"Did you... Ahhhh!" The big bouncer did not back out, but catching her ass in both hands, pulled her up against his cock as he applied even more pressure. Ann's body bucked and twitched and she would have screamed except she could not catch her breath. The hands she had raised meaning to make him wait fluttered over his washboard abdomen, unguided as her mind exploded with a second powerful orgasm in less than two minutes.

By the time she had recovered, the big cop had pulled her ass down to the edge of the bed, all the while holding his entire cock inside of his conquest. Using the leverage gained from standing at the foot of the bed, he began hammering his cock in and out of her in full strokes, his hands anchoring Ann in place. She found she could breathe again, moaning or crying out on every thrust, aware that he was pounding into her at an impossible rate... and that her hands were on his ass, urging him on. The sound of his heavy panting breath seemed to fill the room.

"Here... it cums..." he managed as she felt yet another orgasm building quickly within her. His hands had moved to her waist, and he levered against her, pushing her down on the mattress, changing the angle of his pumping cock, so that the upper edge dragged over her clit in and out and in. Ann screamed as another monstrous climax exploded in her center. And then Jacen was grunting, his black cock balls deep, the pulse of his release something she could feel even in the midst of her own climax.

As in her memory, the big man resumed fucking into her when he was spent, the impossible black cock still more than enough to get the helpless wife and stripper off. He set a steady pace, and Ann quickly lost count of her orgasms, wondering each time if he was going to join her, giggling when she would think that, considering how rare she had always thought mutual orgasms to be.

As she was coming down from an orgasm, aware that he was getting hard inside of her again, she was surprised when Jacen pushed himself upright, pulling completely out of her still hot cunt.

"No," she whined, trying to catch him to no avail. Chuckling, the big black man caught her left thigh and literally rolled her onto her stomach, easily dragging her back to the edge of the bed. He braced his thighs against the soles of her feet, and a moment later the horny white wife found herself on her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass invitingly, moaning happily as Jacen filled her in a single delicious stroke. He spanked her right haunch.

"Looks like we got that pussy trained record time," he said, catching her hips and resuming the fucking he had been giving her a minute before. Ann was ashamed that she had almost hoped he would push into her ass; having learned her memory of the night at the club was not a booze induced fever dream, the idea of feeling the big man take her ass again was almost enough for her to ask for it. One of his hands slipped down to tease her clit, but it was not necessary—Ann was cumming again within two minutes of their changing positions, and she welcomed Jacen's second load like a dog in heat, howling in her own release as he shouted, his wonderful cock buried as it twitched, pouring his seed into her channel.

Ann collapsed onto the bed when he pulled out. She knew she should stop it... knew she should go home, and absently wondered how long they had been fucking... Was Tom up waiting for her? She looked around, trying to remember where she had left her phone.

"Damn you're amazing," Jacen swatted her ass playfully, and without a word sauntered naked out of the bedroom. Ann knew she should get up, cover up... something, but she was too deliciously spent to move... and still too aroused to really consider leaving. Jacen was back a moment later, carrying two of the coronas. He sat at the head of the bed and Ann pushed up onto her hands & knees, crawling to lean against him. She accepted a beer, having realized she was thirsty. Jacen draped his left arm around her, toying with her nipple. Instead of bothering her, as happened on the rare occasions Tom did that after they were done, it seemed to stoke the need still burning in her core. She shivered.

"What are you thinking?" the big man asked. Ann felt herself blush, and buried her face in his shoulder, but she answered.

"I was thinking you've ruined me," she said honestly.

"Really?" Jacen snorted, "I should be so lucky."

"I'm serious," Ann pressed her left hand against her sex, "I'd let you put that amazing cock back inside of me right now." She meant it, too. "I spent every day trying to find a way to stop remembering how amazing it felt being with you... The only way I could enjoy sex with Tom was to get drunk. And that's when I told myself it had to be all that vodka the other night." She stopped, shocked she was being so honest and open with him.

"And now?"

"No, I know I'm ruined," she shivered, "At least Les will let me work a better schedule." Jacen sat up, smiling broadly.

"So you're gonna keep working?!" Ann rolled her eyes, then giggled.

"I don't think they'd let you fuck me in your squad car." Jacen shrugged.

"Oh, if that's what it took, I think I could find a way..." Ann giggled again, then looked down at her body, her right inner thigh, which was turned beneath the left so she could be against Jacen, was smeared with their mingled fluids.

"I'm a mess," she pouted, then paused and looked at Jacen again, "Where did you find that ball cap?" It was a black short brimmed baseball cap emblazoned with 'FBI' in large letters. But as close as they were, Ann could see the letters started the words 'Female Body Inspector.' Jacen laughed.

"It was in the kitchen," he shrugged, "It seemed appropriate. Does it distract you?" he took the hat off, setting it on the nightstand so she could still read the letters, "It can't have, considering... I was wearing it the whole time." Ann laughed. Jacen picked up his brownie, offering her the other, which Ann took. She followed his lead, taking a bite, and then quickly another, surprised that it was good.

"This is home made," she said.

"You didn't think I could cook?" he feigned offense, and Ann rolled her eyes.

"No... I guess I just expected it would be store bought."

"Oh, it's commercial... Just not a grocery store brownie," he shrugged, and took another bite.

"I should clean up," Ann moved as she considered going to the bathroom down the hall. She wondered about her panties and remembered her top was ruined. And her bag was in the front room.

"Well here," Jacen took her brownie, running the edge over her bare inner thigh, collecting a healthy collection of the mingled fluids leaking out of her well fucked cunt. Ann turned up her nose in surprise, but let Jacen feed her the brownie. "See, your sweet honey is the perfect icing," he told her.

"That's not mine that looks like icing," she giggled, and was glad in that moment for the second Plan B pill. She was going to have to go back on the Pill pill, too... "And I don't see you eating that." In answer, Jacen leaned forward until he had reversed position, his face down by Ann's bare sex.

"I see some crumbs here," he kissed and nipped at Ann's sensitive inner thigh. Her nipples nearly popped they hardened so quickly, and the flush of heat between her legs left her lightheaded. She reached for the beer, alternating with the last of the brownie. Jacen waved his at her, putting it not against her thigh, but between her legs, running the crumbly cake over her lax labia.

"That's yours," she protested when he handed it to her.

"Oh, I'm getting the crumbs," he assured her, and lapped the full curve of her seam from top to bottom. Ann moaned. Unable to reach the nightstand, she finished the last of his brownie, as well, gasping in delight as the big cop proved he was not as squeamish about jism as Tom by eating her still ready pussy.

"Not fair," she protested, reaching for his amazing cock, the heavy tool flopping impressively in her hand. She bent at the waist and brought the broad head to her lips. Jacen's sigh of pleasure spurred her on. She worked to get more than the head into her mouth, but the angle was bad. Jacen took care of that, catching her legs above the knees and rolling toward the edge of the bed to her shock. Ann squealed, then giggled, finding herself on top of the big bouncer. He kept his face buried in her sex, sucking and nipping at her inner lips, teasing around her clit. Suppressing her moan of desire, Ann began to bob her head on his rising cock. She swirled her tongue and sucked, petite hand cradling his heavy balls as the white wife remembered she had taken him to the root once earlier in the week.

He was fully hard in just a few minutes, despite her continuing difficulties. He seemed perfectly content to keep up with the sixty-nine, and Ann was not about to argue, as skilled as he was with his lips and tongue. She had already nearly climaxed twice, but he had stopped or shifted the focus of his attention, so that instead of release it was her need that was becoming a distraction.

Except that it wasn't... Her arousal felt... amazing. And so did Jacen's cock. She paused and licked her lips, imagining it was a fudge pop, the treat she had always chosen at the curb when the ice cream truck came around during the summer. She went to work more eagerly, giggling that he almost tasted like chocolate, Her entire body seemed to be aroused. Each time her head bobbed down she felt a throbbing pleasure in her nipples and cunt. She wanted it to last, and found herself moving more slowly, pausing to hold him in her mouth and throat.

She blinked in surprise, then pride... She had most of him in her mouth. Not all... and she could not breathe, but the sparkles in her vision made her giggle as she backed off. She licked her lips, took several breaths, and shivered at Jacen's panting between her legs... He was enjoying it.

"You like that," she giggled, because it sounded like she was slurring, or at least speaking very slowly. And that was ridiculous; she had not even finished her beer.

"God, you're full of surprises," Jacen managed, his voice muffled by her crotch, the movement of his words over her engorged folds threatening to make her cum. She dove back onto him as answer, sucking hungrily, her focus on the delicious way it made her feel somewhere near her stomach, she was sure. She giggled again when his pubic hair tickled her nose, coughing when she backed off of him, and murmuring 'whee' because the room spun slightly. God he was amazing. He was thrusting two fingers in and out of her cunt, while sucking at her clit. She hummed happily belatedly aware she had been having an orgasm while she was blowing him. Her entire body seemed to glow, and she swallowed his rigid cock again, anxious for him to feel it, too.

She found a rhythm, keeping her nose in his thick pubic hair until she needed a breath, then backing up, but not totally off, breathing through her nose as she swirled her tongue around his swollen glans, and then swallowing again. Eyes closed, only barely aware that Jacen was still expertly working her pussy, keeping her cumming almost constantly, Ann did not even wonder when the sparkles she had been seeing were replaced by strobing lights.

That had repeated itself on four or five cycles, then disappeared, but she could feel Jacen's hands, pinching her nipples as he sucked hungrily at her cunt, distracting her by amplifying the force of her climax. He pushed her away gently the next time she backed off, and Ann thrust her tongue out, hungry to taste him again, wanting his cum.

"You're too good," his voice sounded slowed down, too... a 45 record played at the LP speed, "If you don't stop I'm going to cum."

"Good," she licked her lips, "I want your cum."

"Isn't there anything else you'd rather have?" As he spoke, she felt Jacen thrust two fingers into her empty, hungry cunt. Instead of pressing against the anterior wall, though, there was a strange and delicious pressure as he pinched the thumb he had thrust into her ass against his probing fingers. Her breath caught, and she shivered, wondering how he could know she wanted him in her ass.

"Yesss!" she drawled, "Oh God, I almost forgot," she giggled at that, "I want you to fuck my ass with your big black cock." She did not wait, either, kissing the waving head of his cock as she climbed off of him, away from his probing hands, and moved onto all fours near the pillows, her ass, waggling invitingly from the side of the bed. Jacen nudged her forward, and she felt his weight on the mattress behind her. She held her breath, anxious to have him thrusting into her ass once again.

Instead, the bouncer pushed himself into her empty sex, stopping only when his thighs met her ass. He pumped in and out... in and out, and then as he continued, he curled the thumb of his right hand down into her ass. Ann twitched and moaned and humped against him.

"Yess!" she husked, "Don't tease, baby, fuck my ass! Fill me with that big black cock." He pulled out, then, and set the broad head against her pucker. When he did nothing more, Ann somehow knew what was expected. She reached back, catching his big shaft, wet with her cream, and pulled him into her. She cried out at the burning sensation that seemed to bloom into a forbidden pleasure at the same time. When the crown of his glans was through her sphincter Jacen paused, but Ann pushed back, loving the sensation, wanting more. He caught the front of her right hip and anchored her in place, pushing in and out, adding more with every fourth or fifth stroke, until he was buried in her ass. Long before that point, Ann was lost in her pleasure, her entire focus the pressure and heat of his thrusting cock.

The strobes flashed against her closed eyes again. Jacen's hand curled down, teasing her clit as he backed out and began to fuck her ass in long, steady strokes. Ann babbled and laughed and moaned, her climax seeming to restart on each thrust, until it felt like she had been cumming for hours. Jacen was moving faster, and then she felt the heat of his release in her bottom, even though he never stopped humping into her.

Abruptly there was a weight on the mattress beside her. Ann's eyes opened, and she looked over to find Hilary, as naked as Ann, laying on her back on the bed beside her. She was shocked, but she was also cumming, and nothing else mattered. Hilary beamed up at her.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Ann giggled and nodded in response to the other dancer's question. "I saw you kissing Mandy," the red head continued, feigning a pout, "I was hoping you would kiss me." To Ann, it seemed the most natural thing in the world. She leaned to the side, bending her elbows until her lips could reach the other woman's. "Isn't he good?" the other woman said dreamily, there lips barely apart, "But wait until you try Billy. He's impressive, too... They all are." Then Ann was kissing her. Ann wanted to giggle, her mind swirling at what she had heard... Jacen had fucked Hilary before? She was going to fuck Billy? There were others?

A small voice warned she should stop, but the thought made her laugh. She had never felt such pleasure, and it was only natural to share that pleasure with her friends. Her eyes were half open, so that she realized the strobes weren't just in her mind... There were rapid flashes of light from her right side, but before she could look, Hilary's hand closed behind Ann's neck, as their kiss became more passionate. Jacen stepped back then, pulling out of her ass. Ann whined in protest, reaching back with her right hand.

The black bouncer spanked her left ass cheek sharply and Ann squealed into Hilary's mouth, the sound becoming a moan of pleasure as he set his cockhead at her empty, still hungry cunt once more. She dutifully reached back with her left hand, her right hand pinching Hilary's nipples as the red head was doing to hers, and pulled him into her ready sex. It was no surprise that he filled her, but Ann marveled at how hard he was, considering he had just cum for the third time. She giggled, wondering how long they had been fucking; it seemed like it had been hours.

Jacen changed tactics as he fucked in and out of Ann's cunt, his hands catching her ass cheeks, spreading them, pulling up and back, bringing her clit against his driving shaft, the head bumping over the anterior wall of her pussy on each thrust. He wasn't going as deep, either... Deeper than Tom, she thought with a giggle, but not as deep as when he had been fucking her earlier... She was not about to complain. It still felt... perfect. She was still getting off. And the pleasure was amplified because Hilary was still sucking at her distended nipples.

"You like that cock?" Jacen taunted her. She nodded her head. "Do we have to stop, my married, cunt?" She shook her head.

"I love this big black cock," Ann moaned, "And Hilary's lips are perfect," she rambled, smiling vacantly, "I don't think I'll ever stop cumming."

"Do you want to stop?" Ann shook her head franticly at Jacen's question..

"No! Don't stop... don't stop... Fuck me... Give me your black cock... Give me your cum."

"Oh I already did," Jacen chuckled, "But you're so hot everyone wanted a turn." Ann blinked, because the sound of Jacen's voice had moved. She lifted her head, free to move since Hilary was sucking and pinching her nipples instead of kissing her. The red head's long nailed fingers began to tease her swollen clit just then. Ann moaned, body twitching visibly in a pre-orgasmic spasm. At the same moment, she realized that she was looking at Jacen, who was holding his phone up as well as a second phone, both in his right hand, and with another little camera of some sort in his left. Her eyes fell to his limp cock, and she blinked, trying to understand how he was fucking her.

She looked back in shock, pulling her right nipple from Hilary's mouth as Ann realized that it was Billy thrusting into her steadily from behind.

"Oh my God, I can't..." And then his thrusting cock and Hilary's teasing fingers brought Ann off. "Can't stop... God, cumming..." she babbled, body convulsing as she orgasmed. Billy grunted, holding himself against her bottom as he joined her.

"Bombs away!" he chortled, backing out before he had finished to spray part of his load over Ann's sweat slicked, naked back. 'Part of his load' the white wife realized with mingled pleasure and horror, unable to deny how good her climax felt. Mind reeling, she collapsed onto the bed beside Hilary, rolling partly onto her side. The red head giggled, one long fingernail circling Ann's still erect nipple, another tracing a similar path around her clit.

"Don't you wish you'd always known how good this is?" Hilary murmured. Ann smiled, nodding absently, then gently kissed the other stripper. She sighed, aware that she could sleep. But her bladder was complaining, so blushing at being naked before the other three, the white wife climbed off of the bed. She looked for her panties for a moment before shrugging and padding naked down the short hall to the bathroom. She had meant only to pee, but one glance at her sticky, shiny skin in the mirror, and she leaned across the small bathroom aisle after sitting on the toilet and turned on the shower.

There was only masculine body wash, but she did not think twice, soaping quickly and then gratefully bringing the hand held shower head down from the wall, directing the spray up into her sex and against her oozing ass, hoping to clean away any evidence of what she had been doing. The spray also felt good, and she was tempted to keep it against her sex, but she knew something that felt better was just outside the door.

It felt like she had been showering for hours but when she returned to Jacen's bedroom, still dripping wet, the others had not moved. Hilary was on her back, giggling at the glowing stars stuck onto the ceiling. Jacen was leaning against the wall inside the door, drinking another beer. And Billy was on his back beside Hilary. He made no attempt to cover himself at Ann's return, leering at her instead when the white wife could not take her eyes off of his cock. He was not as big as Jacen, but even soft he was bigger than Tom. And he was uncircumcised, she realized, something she had never seen before.

"You want another ride, sexy little bitch?" Jacen's friend teased, making Ann blush, even as she nodded.

"God," she waved a hand at her face and neck, "Does anyone else think it's hot in here?"

"Oh, you're hot all right," the skinny man leered at her from the bed, "Shit hot." He caught the base of his cock, waving it as he went on, "Jacen tells me you a prime cock sucker. Show me what you got." Ann looked at Jacen, expecting the bouncer would protest... She was surprised he had let Billy fuck her once, and was embarrassed she had let him, but she had thought it was Jacen at the time. She never even considered what Tom would say or think. Jacen just winked at her.

"You told him?" she scolded. The bouncer snorted.

"I'm gonna tell anyone who asks," Jacen answered, "That was amazing... I almost lost it right then rather then," he winked at her, "The way that I did. Ann felt a spark of hunger at his words, deep in her sex. She giggled, wondering idly why it seemed funny, and glanced at Hilary, who was still absently looking at the stars.

"The little slut won't mind," Billy told her, "May even join in when you get going... C'mon, show me what you've got.' Without really considering anything except how good it had felt when she had been swallowing Jacen's big cock, Ann moved between the other man's knees , dropping to her own at the side of the bed. She caught Billy's cock in her hand, examining it.

"Never seen an uncuct cock, little bitch?" he taunted her. Ann shook her head, both hands now on his shaft, wanking up and down, which made the skin shift briefly exposing the tip of his cock, which would then turtle back into hiding on her upstroke. She giggled again, leaned down, and licked the underside of his cock from the top of her upper hand to the tip, reaching there as her down stroke exposed his glans. Billy murmured encouragement, and Ann leaned higher, taking him between her lips. Her tongue toyed with the edge of his foreskin as her hands continued to work.

He tasted differently, she thought absently, then giggled, that he tasted like she and Hilary, whereas Jacen was just her. Releasing his shaft with her top hand, the aroused white wife dropped that hand to cup his scrotum. She was surprised at how heavy his balls were... not too big, but more... present. Her head continued to bob, and then he was brushing that back of her throat. Ann did not pause, taking him still deeper, releasing his swelling shaft with her other hand, which immediately moved to her dripping cunt, She knew that the head of his cock was staying exposed, had felt it as she swirled her tongue over it before her last slurping dive onto his root. When his cock blocked her air in the moment before her nose was tickled by his sparse pubic hair, Ann relaxed, sucking hungrily, and holding herself in place. The amazing sensation was still there, urging her not to stop. Sparkles appeared in her vision and grew.

She whined, as the room so gray she could not see anyone else. Then she felt hands covering her ears, holding her off of Billy's delicious cock.

"Whoa, little bitch," the hands exerted more pressure and Ann came up off of her knees, blinking, wondering why she could barely see Billy much less Jacen or Hilary. She followed the demanding pressure of the hands, climbing up onto the bed. She found her knees astraddle Billy's thighs when he released his hold. The room was still threatening to spin, but her vision was coming back. "Wow," Billy chuckled, looking over at Jacen, "You weren't lying... she's a natural born cocksucker." He looked back at her, "You hadn't been a black cock slut before Jacen turned you out?" Ann giggled, shaking her head. Her eyes had fixed on Billy's erect cock, which was just in front of her wet and wanting cunt. "But you love black cock now." Ann nodded, trying to rub her aroused sex against his thigh. Billy shifted beneath her, knees coming up behind her ass, pushing her even closer to his jutting cock.

"Prove it," Billy taunted her, "Show me how much you want it." Ann did not hesitate, because she DID want it. She caught hold of his cock, rising up on her knees, shifting forward and eagerly bringing the broad naked head to her open seam. Billy caught something Jacen had tossed him, and Ann registered it was a cellphone... HER cell phone, which the skinny man directed at her as she lowered herself onto his nice cock. She knew she should stop him, but the demanding need of her body and the pleasure she felt as he pushed in and in, never pausing until her ass was again resting on his thighs was too much to deny. "Yeah," Billy nodded with a broad smile, reaching up to tweak her left nipple, "You are a helpless black cock slut, now, aren't you?" Ann nodded, not caring that she should be insulted. Before he said a word, the white wife was lifting and lowering her pert ass, riding him. She braced one hand on his bare black chest, the other pinching her swollen right nipple.

"Yes!" she husked, remembering Jacen's response if she did not speak, "I'm hooked... Now give me your black cock." Within a minute she had climaxed, and despite having cum three times earlier, it was a struggle for Billy to keep from filling Ann up again. He focused on his breathing, impressed again at her skill, and remembering she had had him ready to blow when he had pulled her head off of his cock. The way she had reacted, he suspected the bitch would not have stopped sucking until she passed out.

Ann was lost in her pleasure, and amazed that it seemed unending... she had never imagined she could cum and cum again like she was, and could not deny that it was amazing; the best sex she had ever had. It made her laugh when Hilary noisily pouted that she was horny, too. Billy sat up, pausing to lick and suck at Ann's nipples, which triggered another orgasm. By the time her climax had eased, Billy was standing, his hands cupped beneath Ann's firm ass as he held her impaled. The shift reminded her how deep he was, and that knowledge alone was enough that she shivered in another small climax, even before Jacen's friend turned, laying her on her back on the bed.

She glanced to her left, to see that Hilary had gotten on her hands and knees and was wiggling her ass in invitation to Jacen who stood at the foot of the bed. Part of her wanted to feel jealous, but she giggled, because Hilary looked sexy. Somehow that made having Billy buried in her cunt feel even better. And it already felt amazing... Jacen's friend was giving her a thoroughly delicious fucking. As if to prove it, the black man began to thrust in and out, still holding her ass in his hands. The friction and demanding pleasure distracted Ann's thinking, so that she gasped in surprise when Hilary's lips closed on her left nipple. Chuckling, Billy leaned over her rocking body to suck and nip at her engorged right nipple. Ann shivered and moaned, amazed at how wonderful having two mouths working her breasts together felt.

Hilary moaned against Ann's breast then, and her head began to shift over Ann's breast though she never let go. Looking over, Ann was not surprised to find Jacen was behind the red head, pumping his big black cock into her from behind.

"You like that, bitch?" Jacen asked in a taunting voice as Ann realized the big man was holding a camcorder, panning up from where he was driving into Hilary from behind and up to Hilary's face as the red head released Ann's breast to groan,

"Yeah, daddy... Fuck me harder!" Ann shivered, because it seemed as if she could feel the red head's obvious pleasure. A moment later, Ann was climaxing yet again. And barely five minutes later again, her body easily succumbing to Billy's endless thrusting. Hilary had screamed against Ann's breast through a pair of obvious climaxes of her own in that time. After the second Jacen pulled the redhead away from Ann, getting a better grip on the petite woman's waist as he truly began to pound himself into her.

"Ready for it, bitch?" Billy taunted her a few minutes later, right after Hilary had cried out that she was cumming. The weird connection Ann felt was still working, the red head's orgasm pushing the wife toward another climax of her own. Ann nodded her head loosely, whining when Billy snorted, stopping abruptly with just his cockhead inside of her. "Oh no," he scolded, swatting her right ass cheek, "You know the rules." Ann's hands had shifted from where she had continued toying with her aroused nipples after Hilary stopped, scrabbling uselessly at his waist, trying to pull him inside of her.

"Yes!" she groaned, humping her ass up against his teasing cock, "I want it... Give me your cock... Give me your cum." He smiled down at her as he fed his entire cock into her slowly, then resumed thrusting. Ann's hands gripped the top edge of his ass, pulling him against her with each thrust, and her feet came up from the floor, knees bent, thighs wide, welcoming her new lover's bare cock. "Yes," she panted, "God yes... Fuck me... Give it to me... Love it... Oh God... God, yes... Give me your cum!"

"Ahhhh!" Billy grunted as he began to fire, and Ann whined, certain she could feel it searing her with its heat. Unlike his friend, Billy chose not to keep fucking into the ruined white wife as he exploded. He held himself buried, taunting the climaxing stripper. "Feel that?" Ann nodded, body twitching visibly.

"Oh yeah," she added, obeying 'the rules' without thinking about it, "So good... So hot... Give me your black cum, baby!" Billy made his orgasm a show, arching his back, making sure that the camera he was wearing and the camcorder Jacen was still holding had clear images of his buried cock. And of what he was doing in that position. He leaned back from the shoulders first, looking down his muscled torso as he pulled his still firing cock out of Ann's cunt, demonstrating with the last fading pulses of his climax what had just happened from a great POV perspective. Panning up, the head mounted camera caught the beautiful white wife, face slack from her own orgasmic release, fingers still working her erect nipples, head nodding, welcoming his cum. Billy had to resist the urge to look over at Jacen when Ann's left hand dropped to finger her clit, smearing his jism over her pink bead and onto her loose, well fucked inner labia. A heavy pearl of fresh jism began to ooze from her loose seam.

Dazed, body still buzzing with the echoes of so many orgasms, Ann smiled, admitting to herself she had never experienced such pleasure. The orgasms with Jacen that first night had not been imagined, she knew, but the night's pleasure was so much more... she giggled as the word 'colorful' tickled through her mind.

Ann's eyes opened and she stared up at the naked man who had just finished fucking her... Not her husband, she considered, which triggered another giggle at the comparison, and how lacking Tom was. She remembered the man in the line at the drugstore and found herself wondering... were all black men so endowed? She tried to focus on Billy, wanting to thank him, but the bed was still moving, She looked to her left, to see Hilary's eyes shut tightly, her body jerking visibly as she climaxed. Jacen was still pumping into her steadily. And he was recording it, she saw in shock, then giggled, at the vague memory of seeing the little camcorder earlier. When her eyes met Jacen's, the bouncer winked, and Ann felt a flush of warm pleasure.

"That look sexy, bitch?" Billy taunted from his position, still between her spread thighs. Ann nodded, then spoke.

"God yes," she admitted, "I know how it feels... It's almost like I can feel what she's experiencing, too." The men laughed at that.

"Yeah, that's good shit," Billy seemed to agree, "Remember what that little cunt was doing to you while I was getting you off?" Ann smiled and nodded.

"She was sucking on my tits."

"Well, why don't you return the favor, bitch." Ann started to shake her head, meaning to tell Billy she was not a lesbian, but abruptly she remembered the kiss in the club. And she shivered at the memory, aided by her still toying fingers, of Hilary's lips on her nipple. Giggling, the white housewife shifted to her left until she was beneath the red head's rocking torso. Hilary's pinkish gray nipple moved back and forth across her field of vision from Jacen's steady thrusting. Ann lifted her head, then paused, anxiety suddenly jangling her nerves, as well as the persistent arousal. She bit her lower lip, hesitating, and then almost without thought her tongue flicked out to touch the pebbled surface of Hilary's left nipple. The red head's breath caught, sounding loud over Ann's supine form, and encouraged, Ann brought her lips to the skin of Hilary's areolae, and applied suction. Her tongue teased over the nubbin, which rose in response as Hilary moaned above her, pressing her chest down, welcoming Ann's lips.

The next moment, thick fingers nudged Ann's fingers away from her sex. She spread her knees, welcoming she thought Billy's cock once again, her body more than ready to keep going. Instead, his fingers circled her clit, then applied pressure before curling into her pussy, holding pressure against both her clit and her G-spot. Ann's hips began to pump, and it was her turn to moan against Hilary's chest, as an orgasm threatened to burst seconds after he began to play with her.

Ann could not see the big vibrator Billy had lubed while dutifully recording the wife's willing move to suck her fellow stripper's tits. The first she knew was as he firmly pushed the wide plastic phallus into her sex below his strongly flexed second and third fingers. As the clit stimulator approached her engorged bead, Billy deftly withdrew his fingers. He used that hand to activate the vibrator just as the thin plastic 'ears' of the rabbit style sex toy touched Ann's clit. The buzz, largely muffled by Ann's sex, was completely drowned out by the wife's scream, which itself was damped by Hilary's chest.

Ann's body went taut as the vibrator caused an immediate and prolonged climax. She screamed until she was out of breath, then found it impossible to get another breath. And yet there was no fear, her entire awareness only of the pleasure from her orgasm, and the delicious continued stimulation. Her pleasure redoubled when Billy began to forcefully fuck the vibrator in and out of Ann's cunt, and as another monstrous orgasm crested less than a minute after the vibrator had been pushed into her still hungry sex, the white wife passed out from the overwhelming pleasure.

***There it is. Yes, Ann has awakened the next morning. Watch for another chapter.



Recession Blues Ch. 04: Blue Balls

Ann smiled, rolling onto her back, and reveled in the echoes of her pleasure. God, she had never climaxed like that. And the way it had felt when Hilary was sucking on her nipples...

Her eyes snapped open. She saw the white painted walls, not the dark olive walls of her bedroom. A small bedroom with a 70's style popcorn ceiling. This was not a dream. The sun was coming in from a widow to her right, not the left side of the room. The bed shifted as someone else moved, and Ann froze. She was afraid to look. She knew without lifting her head to look that she was naked, lying uncovered on the bed. She slid a hand down, cupping her bare sex. Her skin felt rough and dry, but she quickly realized it was just the layer of dried fluids, which flaked off under her fingers. And unlike the last time, Ann remembered what had happened. She remembered fucking Jacen... knew it had not been just a booze fueled dream in the club. He was... amazing.

And somehow, Ann shivered at the reality of it, she had also let Jacen's friend fuck her. And Billy had been amazing, too. And she had done... things with her fellow stripper—more than the teasing and kissing Ann had played at with girl friends in high school and college. At the club the dancers were quick to hug and kiss and tease, so it almost felt natural. And the memory of how good it had felt having Hilary do that to her... Ann kept circling back to the awful truth that she had allowed a second man, and a man she barely knew at that, to fuck her. She relaxed when whoever else was in the bed did not move again.

She looked away from her bedmate. An old style digital clock was turned toward her. She blinked as the time registered: 1211. It was after noon already?! Ann sat up, recognizing that Tom must be worried sick. He would have expected her home before 3 AM. She looked across the bed, praying it was Hilary. Instead, she found Jacen's muscular shoulder, uncovered by the sheet. He was turned away from the light. Ann breathed a sigh of relief that he was still sleeping; she shivered at the errant thought that if he was awake they could fuck again.

She tried to be silent as she sat up, looking for her clothes before letting the sheet drop away from her body. She was relieved that she could leave without a scene, despite the subtle arousal she felt at knowing the big man was laying beside her. She remembered the way he had torn her top off—it was a loss. She tip toed about the room, surprised it was actually quite tidy. Her panties were nowhere to be found. Reluctantly, she padded naked into the hall, pausing at the entrance to the living room. She did not see Hilary or Billy, and guessed the bouncer's home had a second bedroom. She hurried to where her bag and purse sat on the coffee table, embarrassed to be naked in Jacen's living room. She pulled the hoodie and jeans out of the gym bag. She sat on the couch, again embarrassed to be naked, but remembering that Hilary had been rolling around on it just as naked the night before, and by the noise they had made, she and Billy had done more than that on Jacen's couch while she was in the bedroom with the big bouncer.

She pulled her jeans on first, then shrugged into the oversized hoodie, relaxing only when she was clothed. She paused, surprised to find her phone on the table beside her purse. Grabbing it, she retreated to the bathroom, belatedly aware that she needed to pee. She settled onto the toilet after closing the door carefully to be quiet. As she emptied her bladder, she checked her phone, and was amazed that there were no missed calls or worried trending to irate messages from Tom. Instead, there was a single text:

Glad you were there for Hilary. Miss you, babe. See you tonight.

She reread the text, feeling relief that her fellow dancer had thought ahead to call or text Tom that she would not be home, but wondering just what the pretty red head had said. She scrolled back, finding no explanatory text, just a single word Tom had texted while she had been sitting in the front room, 'Babe?' Based on an outgoing phone call from about the time Jacen had led her to the bedroom, Ann guessed Hillary had called Tom. Ann finished, hesitating before flushing the toilet, because she wanted to escape what she had done without seeing any of the others. Collecting her things, the troubled housewife moved into the entryway. She put her hand on the doorknob, then paused in shock; through the can lights to the side of the door she could see the curb at the front of Jacen's house. Or rather, she could see that her car was not out front at the curb. She distinctly remembered Jacen had parked right outside his house the night before.

She staggered back into the living room, wondering how she was going to explain to her husband that while at Hilary's house or apartment her car had been stolen from in front of Jacen's house. She started into the bedroom meaning to wake the big bouncer, then stopped, terrified that waking him would lead to her cheating again. She pulled her phone out of her purse, part of her insisting she should call Tom, admit her mistake, and escape Jacen's home. The truth was obvious, though; Tom would leave her. Ann sank onto the couch, trying to decide what to do.

She did not know how long she sat there, unable to decide what to do. Before she could begin to make a decision, the front door opened, accompanied by a muted double beep from the hallway. Billy and Hillary walked in, giggling together, the dancer holding a box, and Jacen's friend a disposable multiserve coffee pot. Ann leapt to her feet.

"Lookit here, our sexy girl's awake," Billy smiled broadly, ducking under Hilary's attempt to hit him with her purse.

"What am I?" she challenged, as she swung, "Chopped liver?"

"OK, my other sexy girl's awake," Billy relented, fending further swings off by waving the pot, "Hungry, Ann?"

"You have to try these," Hilary enthused before Ann could answer. She set the box on the coffee table. "Lamar's twists are the best donuts anywhere." Ann stood watching as Jacen's friend sauntered back into the kitchen. He returned with four mugs, and a silver sugar container, as well as a can of powdered creamer. He pulled her keys out of his pocket and set them on the coffee table.

"Sorry, but we had to poach some of your money for the food, along with the car." he gestured at Ann's purse.

"Oh that's all right," Ann was still feeling such relief that her car had not been stolen that the audacity of the pair being so forward was almost lost. Even when she did consider how presumptuous the others had been, Ann was not going to make an issue of it, considering what else they had helped themselves to scant hours before. And besides, her tips had been great the night before. "I had a good night last night," she said without thinking about it.

"Mine was better than good," Billy waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "But it's nice to hear you did, too."

"That's not what I," Ann blushed, and stopped, aware that she was immediately aroused. She pressed her thighs tight. Afraid of how she must look, she sat on the couch, "Never mind." She ignored the others' smirks and grabbed one of the donuts... a twist, Hilary had said. She took a bite, trying to deny that her immediate thought had been that the cross between a long john and a cinnamon roll looked decidedly phallic, and was not so much larger than the men she had let use her the night before. She took a dainty bite, not wanting to encourage Billy to say anything. A moment later, though, she took a real bite; she was hungrier than she had realized, and Hilary was right, it was possibly the best pastry she had ever eaten. It was gone before she knew it. When she looked over, Billy was staring at her in seeming shock.

"What?" she giggled, belatedly, "It was really good. And I was hungry." The man she had met less than 24 hours before smiled wolfishly.

"That must be how Jacen knew you'd be such a great cocksucker." Ann felt herself blush again. She hated how easily that happened.

"No. I mean I never had one of those before. I mean..." Hillary was almost rolling on the floor she was laughing so hard at Ann's embarrassed response.

"Wait," Billy managed to stifle his own laughter after several seconds, "Wait... Before you inhaled that, were you telling me you didn't enjoy last night?" The flush of pleasure was so strong that Ann nearly stood, convinced she was peeing herself. Her attention jumped to the others, anxious that they could somehow tell what she was feeling. "Because I've got my reputation, you know," he reached down, 'adjusting' himself suggestively, "If you need another taste..."

Yes! Ann blinked, wondering if she had said it or just thought the fervent affirmation. When he did not unzip, the housewife convinced herself it had only been in her mind. She realized belatedly, though, that she was still staring at his crotch. She grabbed the keys off of the table, reaching for her bags.

"I have to get home," she stammered, "My husband will be going crazy."

"It's OK, Ann," Hilary giggled, "When he texted, I called," she pointed at Ann's phone, "I told him my boyfriend had dumped me and then showed up at the club with his new arm candy, so you and a couple of the others came home with me." Her smile grew, "He laughed when I told him four shots was a couple shots too many." Ann sagged in relief, glad that the other stripper had offered an excuse she could easily remember and something Tom would believe. "He seems to think you can't handle your liquor." Ann just shrugged, not wanting to admit that he was right.

"We don't drink very often, is all," she said after a moment.

"These are good," Billy had started to tear into another donut, "They aren't Jacen's pot brownies, but."

"Wait," Ann rocked back in the seat, "You aren't talking about... Were those brownies...?" Billy nodded.

"Makes for some killer orgasms, don't it?" Ann felt herself nodding, even as she tried to remember... she had not been drinking, but had she gotten high before she and Jacen... She remembered taking a bite of her brownie, but no more, and she had been cumming just a few minutes later. She had only had even smelled weed a few times in high school and college. A stoner friend had smoked around her a few times, but she had never really felt 'high.' She remembered seeing something on television, though, that the high was slower to hit and lasted longer from eating marijuana. She remembered finishing the brownie later...

Ann gritted her teeth, angry that once again her memory might not be reality. And that the memory of the night was so vivid and fresh that she was practically dripping on Jacen's couch, just looking at Billy. "So you're saying that last night was better than 'good'," he said waving half of a twist at her. Ann felt her skin flush.

"It was..." she found herself avoiding his eyes, "It was amazing," she looked up then, and found herself caught by his steady gaze.

"I guess you're not opposed to doing it again sometime." She shook her head, which she was sure triggered a flash of irritation in his eyes.

"No... I'd like that," she stammered. Hilary rose, but Ann could not look away from Billy.

"I need a shower," the other stripper announced, "Is there good water pressure, Ann?"

"Um, yes," Ann licked her, lips, aware that her entire body was buzzing, "But it's just guy soap. Hilary's laugh followed the lithe redhead down the hall. Ann was acutely aware that it was just she and the big man she barely knew; a man her body was ready... anxious to have inside of her again. He had finished the donut and pointedly licked his fingers, never releasing her gaze. Ann jerked upright, fingering the keys in her hand. "I need..."

"That bun was sweet," Billy interrupted, leaning forward, "But it wasn't the sweetest thing I've had here." Ann was frozen, standing just a few feet away, still looking down into Billy's deep brown eyes. "C'mere, little slut." She knew she should leave. She wanted to leave, wanted to be insulted. So why did she take that step, leaving her standing before the confident stranger? She was aware that her body was trembling almost violently. "You don't really want to leave..." his hands slipped up under the loose hoodie, fingers trailing heat along her sides before he cupped her breasts, thumbs finding, then working her erect and aching nipples. Ann moaned her answer.

"No."

"No?" his hands dropped to her sides, "You want to leave?"

"No," Ann bit her lip, barely resisting the urge to open her jeans. What was wrong with her? "I don't want to leave, but I should go." She finished in a rush, then moaned again as he pinched her nipples, then worked them under his thumb once again.

"Doesn't feel like you want to leave," he taunted her, a hand sliding down her flat stomach and easily inside her jeans. The heat of his touch spread over Ann's pelvis. It was awkward with him sitting in front of her, but he flexed the end of a finger applying a delicious pressure to Ann's clit. The wife shuddered visibly. She covered his teasing hand with her own. "In fact," he released her breast, pulling his hand free, while continuing to tease her with the other, "I think I need another taste of just how sweet you are." Billy used his free hand to release his own jeans and lower the zipper, all without releasing the circling pressure he was applying to the top of Ann's sex. "It's pretty hard to do this properly with you standing there," he pointed out.

Ann was embarrassed at how quickly she dropped to her knees. And she was relieved that he stayed with her. In fact, he leaned toward her, and she moaned more loudly as his finger pushed lower, curling up into her aroused sex. His free hand had dipped beneath her hoodie once again, Ann's position holding the bottom up over his forearm, baring her stomach and the bottom of the breast he was again squeezing, deftly working her nipple at the same time. Billy glanced down, then, and Ann blinked, following his gaze.

"Hmmm," he murmured, his naked uncut cock visible through the open fly of his jeans, "I think I might need a little help here." Ann giggled, bending instinctively until she could kiss and lick at his dry skin. She lapped at him for the few seconds before he began to stiffen visibly, letting her slurp him into her mouth, all without using her hands, since one had taken over when Billy's hand pulled away from her sex, while the other was working the breast he was not groping. She began to bob her head, tongue teasing the hooded opening of his uncircumcised tip. From the first stroke it was difficult to take him all the way, and Ann shivered, feeling the tip push into her throat, but she remembered that she had swallowed both he and Jacen the night before, and the knowledge that she could do it spurred the aroused wife onward. He continued to swell, making the task more and more difficult.

Ann fought to find a rhythm... breathing on the back stroke, sucking as she went back down, her tongue working constantly. But the scant seconds to breathe were not enough. Sparkles appeared at the edges of her vision, which would have been graying as well, except there was not enough light to see the difference. And then she pushed too deep, and retched, fully impaled on his turgid shaft. She tried to back off, afraid of choking, hungry for air, and found Billy's free hand was tangled in her hair, holding her in place. She retched again more violently, body bucking uselessly.

"Ahhh!" She felt the heat of his release, pulsing straight into her stomach it seemed, and then he relaxed his grip and the desperate white wife pulled back. A single pulse of his orgasm seemed to fill her mouth, making Ann sputter as she pulled free. The next ropey shot of his jism leapt from his cock, coating her nose and lips. Ann gasped, still not sure if she was really breathing, there was so much semen on her face and filling her mouth. And yet, embarrassed at the mess she was making, she held her mouth open over his erupting shaft, catching the last of his climax and swallowing it without really thinking about anything except how wonderful it was to be breathing.

"Damn you're a grade A cocksucker, little slut," Billy praised. He had flopped back onto the chair and smiled lazily at the addled wife kneeling between his splayed thighs. "You aren't done, though. Clean me up, bitch." Ann nodded. She had wiped the cum smearing her face with her fingers, wiping them on the inside of the hoodie pocket, and without thinking about it she caught hold of the base of his spent cock, licking and sucking at him, focusing on the wrinkled hood. His fingers moved through her hair, not forceful like before, encouraging her continued ministrations.

Minutes passed and Ann did not slow. The fingers of her free hand had been alternately tweaking her nipples and rubbing her dripping seam through the jeans. She was not really aware how long she had been there before she realized Billy's cock was becoming hard again. Giggling, she bobbed her head, sucking more eagerly. She was panting when he caught her hair in one hand, literally pulling her off of his shaft. A heavy strand of saliva joined his erect cock to her chin.

Ann looked up at him, hand inside of her jeans, allowing her to finger her aroused sex. She began to pinch her nipples with her other hand, and whined softly at the pain of his using her hair as a handle. She blinked, seeing that he was holding his phone up again, as if taking a picture of what she was doing. Her eyes went wide and she wiped at her mouth.

"What are you... Stop that!"

"Stop what," Billy taunted her, "You're the one doing it... You got me all ready to go and now you want to stop?" Ann shook her head.

"No," she flushed at the admission, and at realizing that her fingers were still pumping in and out of her pussy. "Are you taking pictures of this?" Billy smiled wickedly.

"Naw, I'm recording video."

"Oh my God," Ann shook her head again, "You can't! If my husband saw this..." Billy snorted.

"Does he know me?" Ann blinked, frowning, but shook her head, "Then how could he see this?" She opened her mouth to argue, but became distracted as the skinny man caught hold of his engorged tool, waving it pointedly, "You think I'd do something that would stop me putting this..." he winked at her, "Inside of you?" Ann shook her head. She knew she should argue, but the thought of his fucking her had her so hot...

"It's just for you," she asked. Billy shrugged.

"Who else am I gonna show?" He waved his cock again, "Now do you really want to leave?" Ann shook her head no, responding as she had learned the night before.

"No!" she licked her lips, "I want it... I want your big black cock." Billy sat up, and Ann shivered, more than ready for his advance. But he did not touch her.

"Where do you want it, my little white cocksucker?"

"Fuck me!" Ann almost fell over, she leaned back so far, offering herself to the big man, "I want your big black cock in my cunt."

"I don't have a condom," Billy warned, which almost made the housewife giggle, considering what they had done the night before. Her glistening wet fingers scrabbled at the button of her jeans, and she leaned further back, bracing her shoulders on the coffee table and eagerly pushing her jeans to her knees.

"I don't care." She pushed the bunched denim to her calves, lifting one and then the other to kick them off entirely, "Give me your cock... Give me your cum." Smiling broadly, Ann's new lover moved easily to his knees between her spread thighs. He slapped his erect cock down, the foreskin smacking her mons just above her clit. Ann groaned, her need a physical force. She left her weight on her shoulders, spreading her knees, welcoming his advance. He chuckled, slapping the top of her sex repeatedly, then dragging the hood over her clit and through her dripping wet labia. "Don't tease!" Ann husked, hands trying to catch his waist to pull him inside, "Please fuck me!"

"Put it in, then, my bitch," Billy growled. Nodding, Ann caught hold of him in both hand, pulling him to her open, waiting sex. "Slow..." he warned, but Ann could not have obeyed if she wanted. It did not really matter, though, the big man was really in control. The married stripper's hands slid down his length as he left just head of his cock inside of her. It made his cock look even long when he applied pressure and began to slide through her fingers as her hands touched her naked sex.

Ann's response was perfect... An exhalation, 'Yesss!' became a low moan as her head dropped back, hands scrabbling aimlessly over the surface of the table while her feet came down to brace on the floor, her pelvis tilting and rising to meet his slow initial thrust. Billy did not stop until he was buried, his pelvic bone pressed tight against Ann's mons. He shifted higher, and her breath caught, body trembling visibly.

"Like that?" he taunted. Ann nodded, but when she did not speak, he immediately backed out, teasing her labia, which remained spread lewdly with the hooded tip, chuckling as her hips tilted and pumped, hungry to have him inside once more.

"Yes!" she groaned, hands coming up to catch his waist. He let her pull him back into her, and added pressure, fully seating his erection once again. The married stripper's back arched and she whined, then gasped, "God, yes... So good...Fuck me, daddy. Give me that big black cock." Billy did as she asked, setting a steady pace in and out, never backing out more than five inches, and adding that pressure to the top of her sex at the bottom of every stroke.

Within a minute Ann was cumming, begging him not to stop, to keep fucking her forever. When her first climax was easing, he eased a hand under her ass and picked up the pace, increasing the length of his stroking cock in and out of her clutching sex. Transferring the cell phone to his teeth, he got great POV footage from his pumping cock, steadily plundering her sex, up to his hands as he pushed her hoodie up, baring her breasts which he began to grope and squeeze. With her ass hanging off of the coffee table, the root of his cock banged hard against Ann's clit at the bottom of each stroke, and the married stripper climaxed repeatedly as Billy thoroughly enjoyed fucking their new toy.

He kept at it for several minutes. As her tremors and breathing signaled another approaching climax, he caught her nipples between his thumb and second and third fingers, pinching them savagely. Ann gave a gurgling cry, and her hands rose, catching his. She tried uselessly to get him to stop.

"Unhh! Owww!" she whined, "No!"

"Shit!" Billy laughed, holding himself buried, bearing down on her clit. Ann's body spasmed violently as she came, still whining in pain and trying to pry his hands away from her tortured chest, "See?" he taunted her, "You got off harder with that than just getting fucked... But ok," he shrugged, releasing her nipples and caught hold of her trim waist. Leaning over the helpless wife, he began to pound her almost angrily.

Tears had created wet trails from the outer corners of Ann's eyes to the tops of her ears. Angry that he had hurt her, anxious he had left marks, and embarrassed that she had orgasmed while he was doing it, she wanted to stop, and yet her pelvis was pumping up, meeting his thrusts. She whimpered, feeling the inexorable rise of her pleasure again. The pain had left her more aware, as well. She lifted her head, taking in her swollen nipples, an angry red compared to her puckered areaolae. Relived she did not see bruising, Ann's gaze tracked lower, and she shivered at the hunger she felt watching Billy's cock driving into her relentlessly.

He kept at it, never slowing until Ann's head dropped back onto the coffee table as the married stripper cried out that she was cumming again. He fucked her through her climax, and chuckled softly when her pumping hips were soon at work again. Pressing a thumb firmly against her clit, he backed out.

"Nooo!" Ann protested, the word more plaintive then when he had been pinching her nipples. He swatted her bare left thigh with his right hand, sharply enough that a pink red print was instantly visible on her skin.

"Roll over my bitch," he demanded, shifting back slightly. Ann responded without thinking about it, lifting her left knee to clear Billy's torso as she turned onto her stomach on the table.

"Ohhh!" he did not wait for her to settle before he thrust into her fully from behind. Ann's thighs were pinned against the edge of the table, keeping her body from moving away from his lunging thrusts, not that she wanted to escape. Her hands scrabbled for the edges of the table, which was a big square. She caught hold, arms outstretched, and pushed back, lifting her head to groan again at how amazing it felt having Billy's big tool hammering into her.

"Yeah," he taunted, slapping her right ass cheek sharply, "You like this, my bitch?" Ann managed a nod.

"Yes!" she husked, "God that's amazing... Fuck me, baby... Give me your cock." Her voice caught as Billy spanked her again to prompt her response, even though she had already started to speak.

"Show me, little slut," he demanded, stopping abruptly with just his uncircumcised tip inside of her. Ann whined, but immediately pushed back, forcefully taking him to the hilt. "Yeah," he spanked her ass again, as she fucked herself on his cock, "That's my pole you're dancin' on now, slut." It let him get stable video on the phone, Ann's shuttling ass, her arms outspread, the pose both subservient and wanton.

He heard a rustle and looked over to see Jacen standing in the doorway to the hall. It was no surprise that the big cop was recording the action with one of his HD cameras. Billy had asked him about it once, and the big man had shrugged, casually admitting that it was a lesson he had learned form Les... Women were less likely to stop doing something they really liked anyway if there was video proving they liked it. Billy had pointed out it was like blackmail, and the cop had laughed, arguing that it was only black mail if a threat about releasing the images was made... Otherwise it was just a memento of what a sexy woman had shared and enjoyed.

It had seemed reasonable, and Billy had been more than willing to take part, although he doubted most of the sideways footage with the phone in his mouth would be of any use. It really did not matter to him; looking at home sex videos was not his thing... not when the real thing was humping herself on his cock like a born slut.

"Shake that ass, slut!" he ordered, spanking Ann again. The housewife's hips began to twitch and twist without slowing her forward and back motion on his cock. Her back twitched, and he guessed she was cumming again. "You gettin' off like that, slut?" he taunted.

"Yessss!" Ann husked, nodded her head as well, the pressing her forehead against the table top. "Oh God... that's so good." Billy trapped the phone between his chin and chest. He caught Ann's hips, lunging into her, meeting her next back stroke, and driving the married stripper's thighs against the table edge. She cried out at being fully impaled, then whined when he pulled out entirely, pinning her easily in place. "Don't stop, baby!" she begged, "Give me your big black cock." Billy chuckled, careful to reach with his left hand around her muscular thigh, still pinning her in place with his right hand. He thrust his thumb into Ann's open, drooling cunt, pinching her clit against his curled index finger, which made Ann's breath catch, her muscles going tight.

"All right," he said, agreeing to her plea, "I've got just what you want, don't I?" As he spoke, he released his grip on her right hip, opening the image for his friend and the camera as he caught the base of his swollen cock, lifting it and pressing it unceremoniously against Ann's puckered browneye. He hoped the camera he was holding had it in frame, but it really did not matter that much; Billy was ready to get off again. He applied pressure, easily pushing through Ann's sphincter. The stripper gasped, head rising, mouth open, but she did not complain. Instead, she actively pushed back, welcoming his cock into her ass. It was tight, and she whimpered before he was buried, so he paused, backing out, then thrust against her again. After the third push he was more than half inside of Ann's ass, and the sex addled wife was pushing back again.

"God yes," she panted, "Yes... yes... That's... That feels so good, baby... Fuck my ass with your big black cock... Give it to me, ahhhh!" Billy set a steady pace, no longer waiting between strokes, and in less than a minute he was buried, fucking into her ass as easily and powerfully as he had her cunt. He worked his index finger over her clit, and inside of another minute the ruined white wife was loudly announcing that she was cumming, and still urging him to fuck her ass.

Billy released her clit, holding the front of her left thigh as he picked up the pace, panting himself as he drove again and again against her firm ass.

"Whose ass is this?" he spanked her again.

"Yours!" Ann gasped. "Oh God..." Billy gave a theatrical shout as he began to erupt at the bottom of a stroke. Ann shuddered under him. Jacen's friend pulled his still firing cock out of Ann's slack ass, redirecting it and driving himself fully into her cunt after letting a streamer paint the stripper's bare ass.

"This too," he growled, finishing up inside of the wife, who offered no protest. When he was spent, Billy pulled out, slapping his softening cock over her ass. "That was great, little slut," he told her, "Just rest... I'm gonna get something to drink." Ann nodded, head resting on the coffee table, looking at the television in the corner, which was off. She relaxed her grip on the corners of the table, but did not move, waiting for her breath to ease. And scolding herself for letting it happen again, even as she admitted it had not been the alcohol... it had not been weed... sex with Jacen and Billy was incredible. She shivered at the admission, and the knowledge that she wanted more, even as she scolded herself—she had to stop. She needed to get home. The flow of Billy's semen down her inner thigh, though, reminded her she would have to clean up first. Listening, she realized the shower was running. She giggled, wondering how long Hilary was going to take. Eyes closed, she told herself she would just rest there for a moment...

She was still lying there when Billy moved behind her, flopping onto the couch.

"Damn, my slut," he leaned forward, grabbing one of the twists from the box that had by some miracle not been knocked off of the coffee table, "A guy's gotta fuel up again." She smiled, but did not open her eyes. The television went on, but she did not look. The table felt surprisingly comfortable. "In fact," Billy shifted behind her, "You so sexy lyin' there like that," he moved forward, and Ann giggled, that he would pretend he was ready to go again so quickly. He caught her hips with one hand, and Ann had a moment to be surprised as he fitted the tip of his cock against her open cunt. Then he was thrusting into her.

"Wha... ohh!" His hips hit her ass, and Ann was so stretched she could not remember to breathe. She did not need to look back to know... It was Jacen. She flashed on the men's little game the night before... apparently it was a trick they liked to play. And as tired as she thought she had been, she found her body was responding, welcoming her other lover.

Once again, Jacen's impressive stamina was obvious, and Ann had enjoyed three increasingly powerful orgasms before he pulled out, rolling her over to take her missionary style there in his front room. She welcomed his kisses, giving no thought to her vows, only the impossible pleasure she was enjoying... a pleasure both men so easily gave. The big cop pulled out, laying his cock over her belly as he came, painting her from her nipples to her navel.

By the time he was done, Hilary was out, dressed, and was watching the show Ann and Jacen were putting on. She clapped when Jacen was finished. The men high fived, and Ann watched, still lying on the coffee table, as the cop sauntered naked into his kitchen. She sat up, trying for a moment to keep from making a mess, but glancing down she laughed because she was beyond messy, as was the table where she had been laying and even the carpet at her feet. She hurried into the bathroom, past her stripper friend.

"Neither of you could wait until I was out here?" the red head complained loudly, spinning away from Ann's playful swat, then dropping the robe she had poached from the back of the bathroom door, "I think Ann and I are going to have to do some laundry before we get back to the club tonight, so who's going to include me?" Ann was still smiling at the other woman's obvious comfort with her body and sex as she closed the bathroom door. She rolled her eyes, recognizing how silly such a step was, considering both men had more than seen her naked. Biting her lip at the way her body reacted to just that thought, Ann climbed into the shower. She wiped Jacen's semen off of her torso, then soaped up. It was only as she began to clean her dripping box that she began to think of life beyond Jacen's home. She had cheated on Tom. Again. And while she wanted to deny it, she knew that if either Jacen or Billy said the word she would cheat again. Shivering, she scrubbed at her crotch, a part of her worried Tom would be able to tell something was different.

It did not help that there was no hot water left. The married dancer grumbled to herself at the selfish red headed dancer, who had obviously used all of it. She rinsed as quickly as she could, the water growing colder by the second, climbed out of the tub enclosure, and grabbed the remaining towel on the rack. Toweling dry, she was embarrassed that she had left her clothes out in the front room, and then laughed at such a prudish attitude, considering she danced bare for strange men, and the men out in the front room had... Arousal surfaced again, and she fought it down, scared at how strong the need was. She tucked the towel around her slim torso before she opened the bathroom door, padding down the hall.

From what she could hear, Ann fully expected to find Hilary being fucked by one of the guys, so she was surprised and a little embarrassed to find them sitting dressed on the chairs in the front room, eating twists and watching television.

Ann started for her bag, trying to remember what clothes she had, and aware that Hilary was right—she might need to do some laundry before she could even get back to work. She paused in pawing through the bag for something to wear, glancing up to see what woman was being to thoroughly fucked on the television. The fit woman fervently riding a black man was obviously cumming, her body trembling visibly as she moaned, welcoming the man's hands on her breasts.

Ann blinked, then gasped, realizing she was watching herself, riding Billy the night before. She felt the twitch between her legs, knew she was instantly wet, even as she turned to the men who were intently watching the screen.

"That can't..." Ann's hand covered her mouth, "Oh my God... You have to delete that."

"The hell I do," Jacen snorted, "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen. Watch for a minute and tell me that isn't art." Billy nodded. Hillary said nothing, though Ann was distracted for a moment, watching the other stripper's hand, which was pressed against Hillary's sex. Somehow unable to disobey, she looked at the screen.

"I..." Ann licked her lips, aware of a need to mimic Hillary's pose. She clenched her thighs, "No one else can see that."

"No one else is here," Billy answered, rolling his eyes as if Ann's concern was ridiculous.

"Well... I mean after... After we leave, you can't show that to anyone."

"Hell," Billy shook his head again, "None of my friends know you. They'd just watch, then tell me I was a lucky son of a bitch." Ann blushed at the compliment.

"I'm serious," she argued, "If Tom saw, I'd be ruined."

"Well I don't know Tom, either," Billy shrugged, "But I do know something..." Ann's attention was focused on the screen. Glancing at it, Billy remembered standing up, holding the married stripper impaled on his cock. "Guess what that is."

"I... I don't know," Ann's answer was delayed. She was shifting in obvious arousal, standing in just the towel in Jacen's front room.

"I think I need to do that again," Billy answered, gesturing at the image of Ann humping herself against him as he stood at the side of Jacen's bed. He stood from his seat on the couch, easily opening his jeans, his resurgent cock flopping free. He paused, considering whether to take Ann's hand, opting instead for the free edge of her towel. Ann gasped as the towel was jerked easily away from her aroused body. A hand automatically rose to cover her breasts as she blinked, looking away from the image of her being fucked on Jacen's big plasma screen to Billy standing with arm's reach, his uncircumcised cock bare... beckoning.

"C'mere, slut," he dropped the towel, catching her hand and pulling the unresisting wife to him, "I want another taste." Ann's lips worked. She knew she should leave... she had just cleaned up, and she needed to see Tom before it was time to go back to work. The first sound she managed, though, was a moan as the big man easily lifted her, supporting her ass with one hand and fitting his still rising cock against her bare seam. Sliding his hand to the side of her thigh, Ann's moan rose as she slipped onto him. "Oh yeah," his breath was hot on her neck, his other hand toying with her erect nipple, then teasing down her side to help support her ass, "Arch your back, little bitch."

Ann obeyed without thought, the movement forcing her farther down onto him. She caught his shoulder with one hand and his neck with the other. Eyes closed, biting her lip, she undulated, the discomfort at being so filled quickly contributing to her excitement. Billy's hands trailed down her bare legs, lifting her knees, guiding them until she was cinched above his waist, supporting herself.

"Ride me, little slut," he demanded, and Ann did. She felt him shifting inside of her, slipping deeper each time she humped against him. Pulling herself closer by the grip on his neck, the aroused white wife pumped her ass, panting as the change in position aided in her being fully impaled. She lifted her pussy a little more than half off of his jutting shaft, the fell against him heavily, increasingly hungry to have him inside of her. Billy spanked her bare hip and she leaned back again, struggling to support herself as she humped against him.

"Damn, if that ain't better than watching TV," Jacen teased. Ann giggled, but she was so close to her climax she did not even glance at the other big man, pushing her pelvis at Billy harder and faster. A moment later her climax broke. Ann rose up, hugging Billy tightly, his cock buried in her twitching sex. The position increased the pressure on her clit, redoubling Ann's climax. When awareness returned, she was lying back on the coffee table once again and Billy was looming over her, hammering his cock into her in full strokes. Ann lifted her head, absently examining her knees which were raised high, her thighs spread wide to welcome his pumping hips. She saw her manicured nails waving as her body rocked under Billy's rhythm. Looking to her left, she saw Hillary's head was bobbing in Jacen's lap. The big cop's eyes, though, were locked on here, and Ann shivered at that,

She whined when Billy pulled out of her a moment later, which made her newest lover chuckle. He caught her knee farthest from the others and pushed, spinning her onto her stomach. Even as her knees banged against the side of the coffee table and settled into the carpet Billy lanced into her again, which was exactly what Ann wanted.

"Damn that's an agreeable cunt," Billy panted a few minutes later. Ann had just orgasmed again, and blushed, glad that he thought so.

"That's... that's an amazing cock," she managed, panting as well. He spanked her ass again in answer, easily pinning her in place as he pulled out. Ann whined, no thought that she was cheating, only aware that she could keep cumming if he did not stop.

"Gotta make sure you're broken in," she heard as the heavy tip of Billy's cock pressed against her ass. Ann's breath caught, and she nearly begged for him to wait, but the memory of how it had felt having the men in her ass kept her from protesting. There was moment of burning discomfort that made her whimper and whine, and then he was pushing deeper inside of her bottom, Pinned between him and the table, the housewife and stripper had no choice but to accept it. And by the time his thighs touched her ass, the aroused woman was pushing back, welcoming the ass fucking.

Catching her hips, Billy resumed the fast pace at which he had been fucking Ann's cunt. She found the rhythm unconsciously, lifting her ass to get more pressure against her clit.

"So you like it in the ass, eh, slut?" She nodded.

"God yes," she was still panting, "Fuck me! Fuck my ass with your big black cock." And he did, picking up the pace. It was not long before she knew that he was on the edge of his own climax. "Here it comes, little slut," he panted, then held himself against her ass on the next thrust. Ann pushed back, welcoming the heat of his release. Ann had no idea how long he was cumming or how long he stayed buried inside of her. Her nerves were still buzzing from her many orgasms, and she merely smiled, murmuring contentedly when he pulled out eventually.

"Gotta clean me up, slut," she heard him demand. Though disgusted at the thought, she was already twisting to her right on the table to obey.

"Let Hillary do it," Jacen's voice rumbled as his hands caught hold of Ann's ass, "I need another taste of my girl, too." And without pause he thrust into Ann's empty cunt with practiced ease, not stopping until he was buried. "Yeah," he chuckled as Ann writhed and moaned beneath him, "We got her trained up... Took that without any problem, didn't you, slut."

"Uh-huh," Ann managed, surprised and delighted to find that he was right. She wiggled her ass invitingly, feeling him shift deep inside of her. "Now fuck me, daddy. Give me your big black cock!" He did, shafting completely in and out at a steady pace.

"She can clean me too," she heard Billy say from where he was standing to their right. She glanced over to find him bracing the base of his spent cock with one hand. He was facing her as if he expected her to suck him clean while Jacen was fucking her. She shook her head or tried to, but Jacen was already answering.

"Naw," he spanked Ann's ass, making her gasp, "I don't want her distracted... Gotta make sure she knows her place. And Hillary's gonna feel left out." Grumbling, Billy moved away and behind them. Ann looked around the other way, watching as he fed a seemingly eager Hillary his glistening cock. She admitted to herself there was a momentary envy, as she remembered the power she felt, taking a cock all the way into her throat.

Jacen spanked her ass again, and chuckled as she responded by pushing back at him harder, complaining when he pulled out, instead. 'He hasn't finished,' Ann thought in frustration, then felt him seat the thick tip of his shaft against her ass. She wiggled her bottom invitingly, then moaned as he managed to stretch slightly what Billy had overcome minutes before.

"Ahhhh!" Jacen shouted theatrically as he buried his big shaft in her ass. He held himself there, letting Ann shimmy her hips and pump herself on him for a minute or two before he began to thrust. Ann was lost in her pleasure, humping against the bouncer's amazing cock. She got off strongly and again within a handful of minutes, never slowing her eagerly pumping hips as she took Jacen's relentless pounding. By her third anal climax in ten minutes, Ann was unaware of anything but the delicious pressure of the big cock driving into her ass again and again and again. "Ahhh!" She was barely aware of Jacen's shout, and only belatedly felt the heat of his release, deep in her center. He let go of her waist, and Ann collapsed fully onto the coffee table, her ass waving above, impaled on Jacen's cock. He pulled out when he was finished, and the housewife gave no thought to the way he dragged his glans down through her slack labia, teasing her clit before seating his cock fully in her cunt once again.

"Yeah, Billy," he chuckled, spanking Ann's ass again and pulling out, "I think this little slut is ours... isn't that right, Ann?" Ann nodded, then managed to verbalize her response due to her unconscious training.

"Yes, daddy," she panted, "I'm your slut." Eyes closed, she focused on the fading pleasure echoing in her body, giggling after a minute or two.

"What's funny, slut?" Jacen's voice was behind her; he had sat back down on the couch.

"I'm going to have to shower again," Ann mumbled. Before she could really consider getting up again, though, Billy stepped behind her. Without pretense he brought his cock up, first slapping the heavy head against her clit, which made Ann gasp in surprise, even as her other lover pulled the tip up through her drooling labia, seating himself in her cunt once, twice... and the moving up to easily fill her ass. "I don't... Oh my God," Ann's hands scrabbled uselessly over the top of the table. She had meant to get him to stop, but her body welcomed Billy's thrust, and in seconds she was moaning, welcoming his almost violent ass fucking.

She was barely aware of what was happening within a few minutes, but the others knew exactly what they were doing. As one pumped steadily into their new toy, the other was getting cleaned up and prepped to go again by Hillary. By the time Billy finished, painting Ann's back with his load, Jacen was ready again. He set a slower relentless pace, spanking Ann's ass every minute or so, demanding the lost wife fuck back at him or tell him how good it felt. Ann responded automatically. Her body was on autopilot.

Hillary nearly had Billy ready again when Jacen finished, pulling out of Ann's stretched ass and plugging into her drooling cunt for his climax. He took his turn, laughing as he finished getting hard while fucking into Ann's ass. He also signaled to Jacen that he was going to need a break after his next nut, and the big cop nodded his agreement, even as he patted the red head while she gobbled at his big cock.

The men could go longer having cum repeatedly, and it was more than thirty minutes before the smaller man caught Ann's hips, hammering into her ass violently the final strokes before finishing up inside of her again. He spanked her ass as he stepped away, letting Jacen take another turn. Ann groaned, more than moaned when the cop's enormous cock pushed easily balls deep in her ass. She had stopped fucking back shortly after Billy had started the last time, but her body had spasmed in climax at least twice as he had fucked her. He smiled—at least she was still conscious.

Billy flopped onto the couch, watching the action and after changing the channel, the local college football game. Hillary was curled up on the couch beside him, but her attention was fully on the rutting couple. Ann's body glistened with sweat and cum. Her hair was as wet as it had been when she stepped into the room fresh out of the shower. From Hillary's position, she could see that the married stripper's eyes were open, but she seemed zoned out. She almost felt sorry for the stupid cunt. Pressing her hand against her aroused seam, she remembered the way Ann had willingly licked at her the night before. The money she was making to help the men was great... and it was easier than if she had to do all the fucking herself. But she was also looking forward to having Ann to enjoy herself, as well.

Jacen had been going at it so long Hillary had gotten distracted and nearly missed his signal—the big cop was getting close to his nut. Standing, the lithe red headed stripper pulled the strap-on out of her bag. Before donning the harness, she tucked a bottle of lube under her arm, then carefully attached her surprise for Ann. The wife had passed out she had cum so hard on Hillary's 'brute' dildo the night before, the red head was looking forward to how the wife would react to her other friend. She glanced longingly at the coiled two foot 'two for one' silicone cock she would one day use in both their cunts at once, then stepped to the side, ready to take her turn.

Jacen abruptly pulled out of Ann's ass. The barely conscious housewife relaxed, glad he was spent. She wondered though, having not felt him... The ribbons of his cum painted her ass, spurting into her loose asshole as he finished just outside of her slack pucker. He moved aside, and she looked toward the couch, relieved to see that Billy was still seated, watching the television. Worried he would be watching the tape of her taking the men the night before, and of what that would mean for his arousal, she glanced at the television and wondered when they had turned the game on. The graphic in the corner indicated it was the fourth quarter, and there were less than four minutes left. She blinked... it was usually getting close to time to go to work when the first game of the day was ending.

A wet 'squelch' distracted the spent housewife a moment before an almost cold liquid landed on her ass, oozing down between her loose inner labia. Puzzled, she started to lift her head, trying to look behind her.

"My turn, slut!" Hillary's voice was timed to match the moment her double headed dildo pushed into Ann's open ass and cunt.

"Oh!" Ann had started up onto her hands after spending more than an hour groveling on the coffee table as the men fucked her. The movement pushed her hips back, helping the red headed stripper's thrust, burying the eight inch anal dildo and the ten inch rubber cock in the wife's cunt. Ann gasped, arching her back at the big dildo invading her cunt, which put more pressure on the phallus distending her ass. She froze, unable to escape Hillary's thrusts. The stripper moaned theatrically as she found her rhythm.

"Yeah, Ann," she purred, "Doesn't that feel perfect? Take my cocks, slut. Fuck back against me, push the base against my clit." Ann obeyed, to Hillary's surprise. She shook her head, amazed that the woman was still aroused enough to be putting out. And quickly it became difficult for her to focus, because the knob at the base of the strap on did press against her clit at the bottom of each stroke and whenever Ann pushed back. "God you're sexy!" she managed, struggling to keep her pace, "Getting me off... when I'm... supposed to be... getting you off..." She enjoyed a climax, then, whining in her release, and picking up the pace, hungry to cum again.

"Oh my God... Oh my God... Oh my God," Ann was panting, her body twitching as well.

"Yeah, slut," Hillary reached down, tweaking Ann's swollen clit, "How's that feel when I fuck your cunt and ass together?"

"G-good," Ann managed, "Oh God, it's amazing... But I can't... so tired..."

"Oh, you'll be tired," Hillary snorted, "If a slut isn't tired she isn't doing her job." She ran her nails along Ann's ass, almost hard enough to leave a mark. Ann twitched and moaned.

"Careful," she panted, "Can't leave marks... Can't let Tom find out."

"That you're a slut?" Hillary taunted, "That you're a slut for black cock? That you get off on my double strap on better than you ever came with him?" Ann nodded, beyond really thinking.

"Yesss," she groaned, "I'm a slut for black cock... I'm a slut for your strap on... God that's good... Cumming!" Hillary smiled triumphantly, having begun to climax as well. She considered leaving the dildos in the writhing housewife, but that was not the plan. Pulling out, she collapsed onto the couch beside Jacen.

"Damn, that's a grade A slut," she panted. Jacen nodded.

"Yep, and she's all mine, so treat me right and I'll let you play with her," he answered. Ann heard them, but she could not catch her breath to argue. And she blushed at how ridiculous it was that she had wanted to say 'I'm not your slut... I'm Tom's wife.' She had never been splayed over a table or bed at home like she was... had never spent so long fucking the man she loved.

"Shit," Billy grumbled from the other side of the couch, "We lost." Ann glanced at the television, to see that the game had changed. She blinked, distantly concerned that they were late.

"What time is it?" she asked, gingerly bringing her knees back together, and testing whether she had the strength and coordination to lift up off of the table.

"Dunno," Jacen lied, reaching for his phone, "Damn, you are an insatiable slut... It's 3:15." Ann sat up.

"No!" She looked at the others who seemed unaware of what the problem was, "We'll be late to work!" Hillary laughed.

"I'm late all the time," she shrugged, "It just means I get an extra chance at pulling tips." She caught hold of the dildo, waving it suggestively, "And I was hoping you'd use this on me." Ann felt her stomach muscles clench... arousal at the thought. She fought it down, struggling to her feet. A heavy flow of the men's jism immediately began to ooze down her inner thighs, forcing her to cup her crotch, worried again about staining Jacen's carpet. She hurried toward the hall.

"Another time," she said, realizing after the fact that she meant it... the thought of giving Hillary the same powerful orgasms she had just enjoyed was exciting, "I have to clean up. We have to leave." She did not bother waiting, hissing at the cold water as she turned it on standing in the stall. She set about cleaning up. She could not believe that she had been fucking non-stop for more than two hours. She was a slut.

She began to panic when she started to dry off a few minutes later... Her labia hung loose, the delicate inner lips visible below her puffy outer labia... Pushing at them was useless. And her ass... Her asshole was still open. She rushed into the hall.

"What did I do?" she dropped the towel, gesturing at her bare sex, "They aren't... It's different. Everyone will notice... Tom will know!"

"Relax," Hillary rolled her eyes. The red head was dressed and seemed ready to leave. Both men looked ready, as well. "It will go back, it just takes some time when you've been as... long winded as you were." Ann turned, bending over as if mooning the others.

"But my ass... Oh my God, Tom will know... He's never fucked my ass before."

"It'll get tight again," the other stripper seemed put out, "You've never done the walk of shame?"

"Just..." Just the night she and Jacen had fucked in the club, Ann started to admit. She shook her head, instead.

"Relax," Hillary demanded, "It hasn't been ten minutes since you had a cock. It will be fine." She tossed a skirt Ann had never seen and a matching halter top at the married stripper, "Now get dressed, we have to get there or we will definitely be dancing the first set." Ann pulled the mini skirt on, then hurried to tie the halter in place... The top was too small, but she did not see a choice. Hillary pointed to Ann's heels, which were by her bag.

"I look like a whore in this," Ann complained as she strapped her heels on. The men laughed.

"No, you're our slut," Jacen corrected, "You didn't cost a thing last night."

"Or today," Billy agreed.

"You know what I mean," Ann rolled her eyes, "What will your neighbors think?" Jacen laughed.

"The men will be jealous. Who cares what their bitches think." He scooped up Ann's bag and keys, "C'mon, we need to go." The big cop led the way, arming the alarm system with a fob on his keys after Billy pulled the door closed behind Ann. Hillary stayed ahead of Ann, surprising the married stripper by climbing into the front passenger seat as Jacen went around the front of the car for the driver's door."

"Slide in," Billy said, and Ann reluctantly did, climbing into the back before the smaller black man and scooting across the back seat. "Damn," he whistled, smiling at her as he closed the door and Jacen started the car, "That was quite the show." Ann blushed. Jacen pulled away from the curb.

"Ten minutes from the club," he told the rest, "We should be there in time."

"Drive slow," Billy corrected him, "I think our little slut wants some more."

"What?" Ann was shocked. "I don't think I could fuck you again even if we were back inside."

"Bullshit," Billy snorted, opening his fly and fishing out a semi-erect cock, "I'll prove it. Now get me hard." Ann blinked in surprise, shocked at the idea of sucking Billy's cock in the car in broad daylight. But she saw that he was serious, and belatedly realized she was already leaning forward to obey. A moment later, the wife was bobbing her head, sucking strongly, letting Billy's cockhead push into her throat. He did not wait long, before pulling her off of his ready tool. A strand of saliva tied his foreskin to her lower lip.

"That's a good slut," he praised, "Now climb on."

"Oh my God, I can't" Ann looked through the car's windows, "Someone will see."

"Shit," Billy snorted, "They're gonna see more than that when you're strutting around on stage," he pointed out, "Tell me you aren't hot." Ann blushed... she had been fingering her loose holes as she sucked his cock. "Now, Get. On," He demanded. Ann moved across the small back seat, straddling Billy's muscular thighs. She braced on the seat behind his shoulders and brought her bare sex down, wondering if this was why Hillary had given her a miniskirt. She groaned at the resistance on the first stroke, feeling like the first time Jacen had taken her the week before. She bit her lip, moving up and down slightly, feeling her sex become fully wet as she took more of him. Within a minute she sank fully onto his cock, unable to stop herself from fucking against this almost stranger.

The motion of the car, the bumps and irregularities in the road seemed to be transmitted through his shaft into her sex. Unbidden, she began to rise and fall. He held her ass, letting her ride him for a couple minutes. Even as arousal spurred her movement, Ann tried not to move above her waist, her eyes scanning the windows, amazed no one they passed seemed to be aware of what was happening.

"Oh yeah, she's a prime pole dancer," Billy laughed, even as he brought a thumb down to press against Ann's clit. The wife and stripper arched her back, cumming instantly. She humped against him harder, wanting the pleasure to continue. "Whoa, now, little slut," he warned, "Can't have you dripping jizz on stage, can we?" Shocked at the thought, Ann paused almost fully off of his cock, "Here," Billy lifted her free with one hand, catching his shaft with the other, then letting her down, the hooded tip easily pushing into her ass, "Let's try this hole for a minute or two." Ann had already resumed humping against him, never considering she would still be leaking his cum if he finished inside of her.

As the surroundings became more familiar—they were nearing the club—Ann was so hot riding Billy's cock she was groping her breasts through the thin top, no longer caring if anyone saw. She never even heard the appreciative honks or considered the 'follow me to Club ElLe's bumper sticker on her RAV. She was focused only on her pleasure... on the certainty that she was going to cum again...

"Ahhh!" a stroke before she began to cum she felt Billy cut loose inside of her. She leaned back, pressed fully against his shaft as they came together, one turn before Jacen was signaling to pull into the lot.

"Oh my God," Ann gasped, half falling into the other foot well in her effort to disengage from Billy's cock, she pressed a hand against her crotch, "I'm going to be leaking all over the stage."

"Shit," Billy laughed, "If it isn't leaking it'll still be so wide every dude in the place will know you've been taking it in the ass." Ann's eyes went wide at the thought.

"Here," Hillary rummaged in her bag for a moment, "Use this butt plug." She handed back a rubber cone that was thicker than the men's cock at its base above a sort of stem, Ann noticed. Ann looked at it dubiously, then at the other stripper. Hillary rolled her eyes, "We're almost late," she warned, "If we have to dance..." She shrugged, "Look at the bottom." Ann turned the plug over, the bottom of the stem was a prism. "They'll notice you've got a toy, but won't ever consider you were taking big black cock in the parking lot," the red head taunted. Biting her lip, Ann managed to seat the plug with a momentary discomfort. She had to hurry because the others were opening the car doors and getting out. Checking the halter top and pulling the miniskirt down, Ann hurried to keep up, trying to ignore the persistent pressure inside of her as she moved. Hillary paused, giggling as the uncomfortable wife reached the door, "Hon, you walk like that, they'll think you still have a black cock in your ass."

"I do, you bitch," Ann answered, which made Hillary laugh. Ann smiled, glad that her friend had been ready to help, "Now let's get to the meeting so we aren't last."

Hillary looped her arm through Ann's and the women strutted through the back hallways to the conference room. Ann's shoulders sagged seeing Les was talking at the front of the room and Darcy sneered at the women from her seat facing the door.

"That bitch," Ann growled, and took Hillary's snort as agreement. A step before they were at the conference room though, Hillary paused, looking back.

"Was that Jacen?" she asked Ann. Without thinking about it, Ann stopped, turning to look back down the hall. And laughing quietly, Hillary stepped into the conference room.

"Well, I'm glad you two decided to join us finally," Les deadpanned, "Ann?" he ignored the housewife's anger at having been duped, "Would you care to join us?" She nodded jerkily, frustrated anew to realize Hillary had taken the last seat. Ann was forced to lean against the wall closer to the front of the room than she wanted. She mouthed 'bitch' at Hillary, who laughed and stuck her tongue out, then pointed toward Les.

The warning was well considered; more than once Ann had seen the club owner call out a dancer who was not paying attention. More than once the last girl into the meeting was spared the first dance by another dancer who was not paying attention. Ann stifled a yawn, trying to decide what she would wear and what songs she would dance to for her extra set, all while feigning attention.

"... Are you trying to earn two sets in a row to start the night, Ann?" Les' pointed question caught Ann off guard.

"No?" she managed, hating how meek she sounded.

"Well," he offered a cold smile, "I guess I'll give you some slack, considering you clearly are suffering the effects of a walk of shame tonight..." Ann gasped, looking around as the other women paid more attention to her. She blushed, shocked at being called out, and never considering that the clothes she was wearing were not really the same in which she had left the club the night before. She tried to ignore the giggles and whispered comments, pointedly listening as Les mentioned the VIP's he was expecting and giving a run down of the bachelor and that night bachelorette parties that were going to be on hand.

Too soon, Ann found herself behind the heavy velvet curtain. She had rushed out of the meeting to get into a costume, scribbling her name where Les indicated on a form he had insisted he had for each of the girls, launching into an explanation he pointedly had warned them was 'optional.' Her stomach growled, and she tried to remember if she had eaten since having the doughnut before noon. To make matters worse, her body was complaining, aches and pains at how vigorously she had been fucked had not been fully masked by three Advil. And because she was worried that everyone would know for sure what had happened if they got a glimpse of her gaping ass, the butt plug remained in place; the hapless wife never considered that she was no longer walking as if the probe was filling her ass, having gotten used to the sensation.

She had handed her CD to Deon using the pass through in the curtain, and willed herself to stay focused and ignore the aches and pains, just to get through the set. The music ran down and there was weak applause as Deon's voice announced the first set of the night, 'everyone's favorite housewife, Ann!'

Ann did not remember the DJ ever making a big deal about that... she had never pretended she was single, and wore her ring on stage, but having her marriage called out like that felt like a gimmick. Her music began and Ann strutted through the curtains. There were only a handful of men at the rail, guys who were inevitably pushed farther back by better tipping customers early in the night, even if they were 'regulars.' She was pleased when a few more patrons moved up to sit at the stage's edge, then stopped worrying about them and focused on her routine.

When there were only a few bills offered by the last verse of the first song, Ann stopped between the poles, offered a scolding finger wag around the stage, and resumed dancing without removing her top. Les always emphasized that his customers were supposed to enjoy themselves, but he had more than once added that if they were being cheap 'his girls' could tease more and please less.

The tactic worked, and Ann relented, removing her top early in the second song. She tried to tap into the arousal she had felt the night before, looking through the club, but Jacen was no where to be found. And by the end of the second song, she was angry that there was no energy from the handful of men actually watching her. She opted not to remove her panties, even through the majority of the third song, to the obvious and increasing displeasure of Les' guests. When she let her gaze turn to the owner, though, he was lounging, obviously watching her, but without any hint he was angry.

"C'mon, men," Deon did his part, "If you want to see the goods, you have to earn them, right girls?" The dancers circulating in the room shouted in agreement wherever they were, raising a fist in solidarity that would have amused any Black Panthers in attendance. "Of course..." he paused, the change in tone catching Ann's attention as she finished twirling on the back pole, prepared to collect the meager cash lining the stage, "If our girls get too proud..." He pressed a button and the music changed, a heavy hip hop beat and a growling voice. Ann stopped, staring at Deon in puzzlement.

She squealed at the touch of a crop on her bare shoulder. She looked at where the stinging leather had landed, seeing a mark. Spinning, eyes ablaze in her anger, she was shocked to see Darcy decked out in some gothic or demon outfit, leather hip boots, a leather bustier with pointed studs over the low cups, latex gloves that reached above her elbows, and an airman style two point cap positioned appropriately askew.

Ann gasped as the last licked out again, smacking her left breast just above the areola.

"On your knees, slut!" Darcy's voice echoed over the music... She was wearing a mic? "Your insolence has earned a punishment." Ann stomped her foot in answer, but when the crop landed at the edge of her right areola and no one seemed interested in intervening, she quickly obeyed. "That's better," Darcy cackled, twirling the crop as the men at the stage cheered, "Now crawl around this hallowed stage, and thank the men who were kind enough to watch you dance." Ann stared up at Darcy, and shivered at the anger in the other woman's eyes. She was enjoying humiliating Ann. Telling herself she was going to have to go around anyway to collect her tips, Ann began, smiling at the men along the rail as she passed, seeing that their eyes were fixed on her free swaying breasts. Men were such pigs, she thought sourly, the thought interrupted by another stinging blow of the crop on her ass.

"Thank them, slut," she gritted her teeth and paused, then offered a saccharine smile to each man as she passed, thanking them for being there. 'Halfway,' she thought as she hit the end of the stage, 'you can make it.' The crop touched her shoulder—not a strike... a stroke—and Ann froze. "What a good slut," Darcy chortled, "Shall we show them why you're out here? What a stripper walk of shame is like?" Before Ann could respond, the other stripped caught hold of her panties. It took more effort than when Jacen ruined her bra, but the bottoms were designed to be easily lost, and came away baring Ann's ass... and the gaudy end of the butt plug for the men along the side of the stage she had just traversed. Her face burned as Ann heard the conversation in the club quiet, more and more people seeing that she had something in her ass.

She glared back at Darcy, who looked honestly surprised, and then almost embarrassed but only for an instant before she landed a blow on the end of the plug, making Ann gasp as she resumed her crawl. She hated that everyone in the club was going to get a look by the time she made it back to the curtain. The fact that new bills had landed on the stage where she had just been did not matter. She moved faster and faster as the curtain approached, and then she was through, ignoring the applause and the calls for an 'encore' from the suddenly interested crowd. Ann sat naked on the cold concrete, touching the still sore spots where Darcy had hit her, tears streaking her face at the humiliation she had just experienced. She barely noticed it was not Darcy's turn... the busty red head had come out for some reason as part of her set.

"I'm sorry, Ann," she was beside the married stripper, then, "It was supposed to be a gag... I didn't... I mean, wow... That actually got a rise out of the guys on the first set." She tried to help Ann up.

"Get away from me, you bitch!" Ann growled, then added, "Who suggested that?" If Hillary had put her up to it...

"Les asked if I wanted to get you for edging me out last night," she kept trying to get Ann up, "I'm serious, Ann, I am so sorry..." She gave up then, "I... I'll let you do it to me the next time I'm late, deal?" Ann shrugged. She had not really considered playing at being a dominatrix, but Darcy was not the sort, either. Ann had the impression the girl had flunked out of school and was trying to convince herself this was just a temporary job while she saved enough to go back to community college.

Darcy gave up or more likely had to go get ready for her own set. Ann stayed in the dark corridor until she thought her tears had dried. If Les said a word she would quit then and there. She looked for Hillary, meaning to thank the other red headed stripper, because sitting off stage, she had realized that if Darcy had ripped her bottoms off and Hillary's plug had not been in place she would still have attracted some attention.

Any consideration of removing the big plug was dashed by the time Ann had wasted feeling sorry for herself. She dressed to work the floor and went out, not really conscious of the fact that she was looking for Jacen, wondering what the big bouncer thought about how she had been treated. She was surprised to see him sitting beside Les, talking and laughing. He saw her looking and waved, not a 'come hither' but a recognition of her attention that he in turn called to Les' attention as well. Suddenly embarrassed at her behavior, Ann began to thread her way through the tables away from the owner and bouncer.

Of course, her little show meant she was popular, and that during each lap dance she had to caution her 'guest' at least once not to touch. When they would ask what that was, she would smile, wink, and answer that it had gotten their attention, so it had done its job.

She paused at the bar, asking for a spiked coffee, and went on working, trying hard not to feel like she should apologize to Darcy as well as she was doing in the wake of the red head's little game. She did not consider that it left her almost no time to rest, and that she was scrambling to get ready for her first scheduled set, and had no time to remove the sex toy and clean up.

The men along the edge of the stage obviously had at least heard that she had a 'surprise' for them, and their 'encouragement' was better than average, if not as much as she had enjoyed the night before. Ann rewarded those who were paying for it with close up views of the plastic gem calling attention to her ass. She found herself considering removing it as the finale, but aware of what it would reveal, she settled for a deep straight legged bow in each direction, assuring that even those at the back of the room caught a glimpse before she sauntered off the stage, swinging her hips suggestively.

She went straight to the bathroom, removing the heavy plug with some difficulty, and then spent several minutes trying to clean up before she returned to the dressing room, being careful not to call attention to herself. She chose boy shorts rather than the bikinis and thongs she favored, downed her second spiked coffee, and went back out to the floor.

A glance at Les' table, and Ann stopped, surprised that Jacen was still there, and that Billy was with him. She shuddered, wondering if the men were telling Les how they had spent the night before. It was a horrible thought, even as the sight of the men triggered a warmth that could have easily become arousal if she had not forced her attention to the busier crowd watching the stripper working the stage and considering enjoying something more up close and personal.

She did five lap dances without pause, then was called into the privates to entertain for thirty minutes. When the balding skinny older man who had paid for her time opened his pants, she smiled, thanking him for the 'offer' but explained that she did not do that, and asked if he wanted her to see if there was someone who might be more interested in 'partying' with him. The man shrugged, tucked his meager erection away, and told her 'it never hurt to try.' Walking back to get ready for her next set after the private, Ann wondered at the man's words. Considering what she had 'tried' in the week before... and again the night prior, she was not sure she could agree.

The end of her shift was a grind, and Ann lost count of the dances she did or how she performed on stage. She did watch Hillary, and was amazed at how energetic the other stripper was; they had both spent the last night and day fucking like bunnies, after all. She choked down a third spiked coffee, determined to follow the other stripper's advantage.

At the cashier's cage after close, Tom winked at Sharon, giving her the totals.

"Not your best night, but not bad. And your extra dance was the top earner for Les' bad girls in, I think, forever." Ann chose to be pleased at that, regardless of what had precipitated it. Somehow it had been a twelve hundred dollar night, even though she had been on autopilot for much of it. She took half, hoping the windfall would help to convince Tom she should keep dancing. She hoped to find Jacen to get her to her car safely, considering how much money she was carrying, and maybe because as tired as she was, she knew the big bouncer would be able to pleasure her a final time before she went home, but he was nowhere to be found.

She passed Les, who had left his customary place on the floor. The owner smiled, eyeing her up and down as he did all of the dancers, and complimented her on how much she was getting the crowd into her sets.

"Are you sure you won't keep working?" he asked in the end. Ann shrugged.

"I have to convince Tom," she paused, "But I think I'll be able to keep dancing." Les smiled broadly, and squeezed her shoulder

"I knew if you just had time to think about it, you'd stay." Ann shrugged, unsure what to say. Les made it easy, waving at another of the girls and moving toward the dressing room, leaving Ann looking in vain for the big bouncer.

She pulled up short approaching her car, because Tom was leaning against the right front fender.

"Damn you're sexy," he shook his head, eyeing her up and down like he was one of the men in the club.

"You saw?" Ann was embarrassed to ask the question. He had come now and then, and she teased him that it was just to see what the other girls looked like. He would smile and shrug, then point out that he did not need to, that the hottest stripper in Les' 'stable' was his. But he had not been since starting the new job. "I'm sorry, baby," she usually put on a special show for him, "I didn't see you. You should've been up on the rail." Tom snorted.

"Naw, you had enough admirers throwing money at you." He pushed off of the RAV, "But no one's had what it takes to buy you away from me..."

"Cut it out," Ann said angrily, in part because she wondered if he somehow knew how accurate he was. "This is fun, it pays well—I made twelve hundred dollars tonight—but I love you." Tom beamed.

"I know. But I missed you last night, so I decided to come watch." Ann made a mental note to have the staff warn her if Tom was there. "What was that little toy you had tonight?" Ann forced a laugh.

"Hillary told me it would get me more tips, and she was right," she hoped she could find what she was about to describe to him, "It's a piece of tubing with a plastic bauble on it to mimic a butt plug." She winced, "Hillary actually suggested dancing with a butt plug," she shuddered theatrically, "I cannot imagine having anything like that in my ass." Ann bit her lip, because of the unbidden memory of Billy and Jacen hammering into her bottom. Arousal threatened to prove the lie in her words. "I'm beat, though," she leaned close, pecking Tom on the lips, "If you want to have your way with me we had better get home." He nodded, hugging her close for a moment. Ann glanced around, "Where is your car?"

"I had Aaron drop me off," Ann thought Aaron was one of Tom's co-workers. She felt a vague unease about that. "Did you tell him why?"

"Yep," Tom paused long enough to let Ann start to get upset, "I told him you had been helping a friend last night and I wanted to see some bare tits." She hit him in the shoulder.

"You knew what I meant." Ann rolled her eyes, hit him again, "That was mean."

"OK," Tom held up his hands in surrender, "I give up. Tell you what," he added, "How about I drive?" Ann handed him the keys, never thinking about it as he released the locks. She climbed in as he went around the back of the little SUV, sniffing at the memory of what had happened in the car just a few hours before. She could not detect anything. Tom climbed in, though, and laughed.

"Shit, is Hillary a Bigfoot?" Ann's eyes went wide as she realized why Tom was asking. Jacen had readjusted the seat. She leaned across, hitting the button on the door that was Tom's setting, relieved that the side mirrors automatically adjusted.

"No, silly," she rolled her eyes, "But I was hung over, so when I got here I adjusted the seat to take a nap." She giggled, "And then I had overslept, so I changed in the front seat trying to avoid being the first set."

"Did you make it?" Tom knew about Les' rule, but had obviously missed Ann's first dance. She wondered when he had arrived.

"No," she said sourly, "And the nap did not do any good either... I felt like I was asleep on my feet during that last dance." Tom readjusted the rear view mirror. "I know," she shrugged, "I hit it with my bag rushing to get out of the car." Luckily he knew she had done that before, so she dodged a real oops in the club's parking lot that night. She watched him as her husband got her car started and pulled out onto the street. She smiled, reaching out to run a manicured nail from his ear down his neck. "You don't have to go to work tomorrow, do you?" she asked in a pout. He smiled.

"Nope, I'm off all day, so we can," he waggled his eyebrows, "Get reacquainted." Ann giggled and nodded. She looked out the windshield, as Tom deftly turned onto the on ramp.

"Good, I need some real sex," she smiled, relieved her husband was not suspicious. She felt guilty about what she had done... and about lying to him, but she was also sure that she would let either of the men have her the next time either wanted. She shivered at the certainty of that knowledge, and wondered how long she could hide her double life.

"Babe?" Ann, groaned, batting at the hand shaking her shoulder. "C'mon, babe... We're home." Ann blinked awake. She froze for a moment, terrified she had said 'Jacen' or 'Billy' or maybe just 'black cock' with her husband shaking her. Because she had been dreaming about being deliciously screwed by one. She concentrated, trying to remember the dream—which of the men had it been? She was not sure. She nodded at Tom's continued insistence, leaning to her right and letting her husband guide her out of the car, and then into the house. She let her purse and bag fall onto the table as Tom guided her through their kitchen, the living room, and down the hall to their bedroom. She sighed when he guided her onto the cool white cotton sheets

"No touching," she scolded when Tom began to strip off her panties. He snorted, amused at her response, and pleased that if the guys at the club got out of line she must stop them. He went to retrieve one of the over sized T shirts Ann often used as pajamas, pausing as he came back, to drink in her beauty. Ann was amazing. He smiled proudly, not surprised that his wife had made good money even when she was too tired to be dancing her best. He ignored the pressing need of his erection, gently getting his sleeping wife into the shirt and under the covers. She snored quietly, and Tom reluctantly accepted that sex would have to wait until morning.

Or at least sex with his wife. He arranged the pillows on his side of the bed, then fired up his laptop, intent on finding an image or four he could use in taking care of himself.

***

Tom slept in, and was initially relieved when he did wake to find Ann was still sleeping, as it left him time to police up the used tissues he had left on the nightstand after masturbating. He considered waking his wife then and there, but decided instead to go start breakfast... lunch, really—it was after 1PM—knowing that when he started the coffee she would wake up.

Ann's husband was grumpy by the time that he had finished his English muffin, ham, and egg sandwich. The coffee had failed to bring his wife. He appreciated she had helped a friend, and he knew she had been exhausted at the end of her shift, but 2PM? He could not remember the last time she had slept in so late.

He flopped into his desk chair, considered spanking it again, but held off... His beautiful wife was home with him. He held off... well, mostly. He surfed the usual sites, FreeOnes, Luciano's, and some Tumblr pages he had bookmarked. Finally he heard the shower start. He considered joining Ann; shortly after their marriage they had frequently done so, and she had always seemed especially excited at having sex under the pounding spray, although he had found himself distracted by the concern of slipping, and the confines of their small stall made it awkward, too. More often they had enjoyed after shower sex. Ann seemed more interested in sex during the day, he had long before noticed. And that was fine with him, since it made seeing her easier. He had not been a virgin when they met, to be sure, but no woman had come close to his wife's beauty or sexuality. Smiling at how lucky he was, he adjusted his semi-erect cock, selecting another page of nude photos while he listened for the shower to shut off.

Ann had used the noise of the shower as a distraction at first, carefully checking her body. She was relieved that there were no hickies. Sure, there were some bruises, but she had gotten worse from banging against the pole. Relieved that there was no 'tell' that would betray her, Ann climbed into the shower, thoroughly washing, trying to convince herself she could maintain her new lives. Because trying to pretend she was not going to let Jacen or Billy fuck her again had made her so hot, even as she was screening her body after what they had done in the days before that there was no pretending otherwise. She was so hot, that the initial use of the handheld shower to wash any remaining fluids out of her sex had led to the lithe young housewife masturbating with the massage setting.

The need taken care of, Ann shut the water off, stepped out, and dried off. She left the robe she once would have automatically donned hanging on the back of the door and stepped into the bedroom, meaning to get dressed. Tom was sitting on her side of the bed, eyeing the door... and her, expectantly.

"Good morning, baby," Ann giggled, "Thanks for letting me sleep in."

"My pleasure," Tom paused, his eyes roaming his wife's gorgeous body, "Or should I say, now it can be my pleasure..."

"You're awful," Ann rolled her eyes, but she approached her husband and the bed, relieved that he was not asking any questions, pleased that he was clearly horny because of her, and excited at the knowledge they would soon be having sex.

The first kiss, gentle, and prolonged, became passionate, Ann moaning into her husband's mouth as his experienced fingers teased her neatly trimmed sex, and then slipped inside of her.

"Mmm, wet," Tom murmured, when the kiss stopped.

"Mm-hm," Ann shivered, "You make me that way." She pressed herself against his probing fingers as her own hands fell to Tom's crotch, teasing his erection through his jeans before she began to eagerly open his fly.

"Wait!" Tom gasped when she tried to extract him, "I'll take them off." He chuckled, then, amused at how eager his wife was to have him. Rid of his jeans, Tom quickly moved up between Ann's splayed thighs. Her hands pulled him close, and he wasted no time with unnecessary foreplay, thrusting into his wife's sex.

"Oh!" Ann's moan spurred him on. Tom began to thrust at her hungrily, the delayed need of the last two nights spurring him on. Ann humped against him, panting with arousal, knees flexing wide, hips rising to meet his thrusts. "Wait!" she gasped after another minute, "Roll over. I want to be on top." More often they started with her riding him, transitioning to missionary, but Tom was not about to argue; he could more easily enjoy her perfect breasts when she was on top, and he knew that the momentary respite in changing positions would help to prolong their lovemaking.

Ann caught hold of his erection, guiding him to her heated seam, and sighed loudly as she settled onto him fully. She leaned forward, offering her breasts, which he began to lick and suck, struggling not to lose control as she drove herself against him fiercely. She paused after another few seconds, shimmying her hips.

"Nice," he grunted through clenched teeth, "That's new." Ann's back stiffened, but she did not slow her movements as she shook her head.

"No it isn't," she argued, then stopped abruptly, lifting off of him. "Wait, I want to roll over." Tom shifted to the side as his wife moved onto all fours, wiggling her ass invitingly. He caught her hips, tilting his own to bring the head of his swollen cock to her open, waiting inner labia. He sank into her fully, delighted at the moan it triggered, and moving his hands to her waist, he began to fuck into her again.

"Wait," Ann gasped, "I'm too close... to the... headboard." She pushed against him, but kept the pressure, trying to move back. Smiling, Tom pulled out, shifting backwards as well. Ann was still moving her legs back when he thrust forward again, into her tight pussy. "Oh!" He reversed the stroke, aware that it had felt different. Ann collapsed forward, her body trembling visibly. "That..." she shook her head, "That was my ass." Tom blinked, shocked, even though he could not argue... it certainly explained why it had been different.

"I'm sorry," he answered reflexively, "I didn't mean to..." Ann nodded her head.

"I know... I... You..." Her hands balled in the sheets, "I don't really want you to put it back in my pussy now..." Tom nodded, rolling to lie on his back beside his wife. He was embarrassed that it had happened, even though he knew he had not been trying to fuck her ass, something they had never tried before. She was still rigid beside him after a couple minutes.

"Really, Ann," he paused, "I'm so sorry." She nodded. Frustrated, he tried some humor, "That wasn't as tight as I expected..." he was not sure if he was suggesting they continue with anal sex, certain she was not going to agree to that. He ran a tentative hand over Ann's firm ass, unaware that his wife had been struggling not to urge him to fuck her ass harder,

"If I knew it was coming you can bet it would've been tighter," she lied, still suppressing her body's response. And trying to deny that as he had speared into her ass had been the first time she had felt actually stimulated by him. Hidden by her hair and the pillow, Ann bit her lip, wondering if she had been completely ruined by the weekend's activities.

His frustration palpable, Tom got up and went into the bathroom. The shower went on in a minute, and Ann knew that her husband would take care of himself while he was cleaning up. Still face down, she reached between her legs and began to frig her aroused clit, letting her mind wander through the memories of what Jacen and Billy had done to her in the past days, and enjoying a satisfying orgasm, even if it paled in comparison to the real pleasure they had given her.

The day passed uneventfully. They went out for brunch, did some shopping, and bought groceries for the week. Tom made no attempt at sex when they went to bed, and he was off to work before Ann was up on Monday morning.

The housewife spent the rest of Monday morning aimlessly moving through the house, finishing laundry and dishes before showering, taking care of herself in the same way he husband had a few hours before. It was a nice orgasm, but still she found herself wanting what she had experienced during the weekend, and with a hunger that scared her. While walking through the mall with Tom the day before, she had repeatedly found herself eyeing one black man or another, wondering if they could do what Jacen and Billy had done.

She considered calling the club to volunteer for an extra shift, but did not, sure Jacen would be too busy to do anything. Reluctantly, Ann took the remaining Plan B pill that afternoon, and then went to the local pharmacy and refilled her birth control prescription. She trimmed the foil wheel, hiding it in the same mint tin, and set her phone to beep each day at 10 AM, well after Tom would be at work.

She hoped Tom would initiate sex Monday night, but her husband was obviously tired when he got home from work. Instead of making dinner together, he went into the den and suggested ordering pizza. They ate, and then he went back to do more work, finally announcing that 'he was beat' and going to bed after the 10 o'clock news. Ann lay beside him, fingering her incessantly wet sex, trying not to count the number of times she had stopped to think about sex that day. She spooned against Tom's back, bemusedly wondering if this was how the teenaged boys she had denied in high school had felt after getting shut out on a date.

Tuesday her beeping phone woke Ann, and it was a long minute before she remembered why she had set the alarm. Tom was gone, and the housewife got up, retrieved her purse, and took her first dose, hoping the relative flood of hormones she had ingested in the past week did not cause problems, and trying to remember when she could stop worrying about it having resumed the contraception. She dug out her phone, and found answers ranging from a week to two months. Frustrated, the housewife cleared her history and set about cleaning house.

Though less intrusive and demanding compared to what she had felt in the days after she had first fucked Jacen, there was still an almost constant low level of arousal; the odd mental image of a muscular shoulder, or the friction of a hip moving against her inner thigh would interrupt bill paying or dusting or merely watching television. As she began to eat the sandwich she made for lunch, the memory of the twists and the morning sex in Jacen's living room left her almost panting. And instead of using that arousal to jump on her husband the moment he was home, Ann had to go in to work, so she would not see Tom until the next morning, when he would be sound asleep.

She delayed her shower Tuesday until closer to time to leave, carefully shaving, and then grabbing her dance bag and heading out. Mixed emotions and the baseline arousal distracted her drive to work, and three separate times other drivers honked at her for stupid things; she veered out of her lane, started to intentionally change lanes without checking her blind spot, and sat waiting at a light that had long since turned green.

Though excited at the prospect of seeing the sexy bouncer, Ann remembered she had to wait at least a week to keep from having to take another Plan B. And because she was confident the big cop would not take her in the parking lot or the club, she knew seeing him was only going to be a tease. She laughed at herself, comparing what she was feeling to what the men she danced for must go through, and wondering why anyone would ever go to a strip club at all.

The crowd was average, which for Tuesday meant not busy. The girls used the sets to try new music and dance moves, and enjoyed more down time in the back. Maybe it was in her mind, Ann admitted, but she did not get as much time backstage, several customers asking for her specifically. Her experiences in the private booths had

Left her more than a little gun shy, but the men—and she entertained five separate times—were polite and well behaved. And despite the customers keeping her busy, she had convinced herself there might be time to entice the bouncer into scratching her itch, provided he would wear a condom, of course, but he was nowhere to be found.

Jacen was not around when Ann arrived at work on Wednesday, either. Les mentioned that he had heard she was reconsidering his offer, and she reluctantly agreed, even though she had not yet discussed it with Tom. Smiling, Les asked how she was going to spend her Thursday night, since she would not be working. Ann shrugged, admitting she was not sure, but adding she and Tom would figure something out.

'Something' turned out to be dinner at a bistro Ann loved and an intimate soak in the couple's Jacuzzi tub. Tom took her there in the tub, and with the flickering light of the candles, the steady pulsation of the water jets, and the inner glow of most a bottle of wine, Ann still found herself merely going through the motions. It barely felt like sex. She made the right noises, pushed back at Tom's thrusts, and welcomed his load, telling herself if she did get pregnant at least it would definitely be his. But even that thought caused anxiety, as she wondered if Jacen and Billy would want her when she was a fat, pregnant cow.

She stayed in the frothing water when Tom got out, managing a faint climax that left the increasingly horny wife briefly mostly satisfied. And the frustrations were repeated when next the couple made love, in the wee hours after Ann's late shift—and another busy shift—Saturday night. After missing the big bouncer during her Friday shift, Ann had found him working the door on her arrival, and had paused, smiling and asking where he had been. Eyeing her up and down, Jacen had winked, asking if she had missed him so much, which had made her blush, beating a hasty retreat lest the others see. She had mostly convinced herself Hilary would keep what they had done to herself, unable to imagine the other stripper would want it known she had spent the weekend having sex with not one but two black men.

Her private and table dances had slowed until they were no more frequent than the other dancers, she guessed as the memory of her performance the weekend before faded. But aroused at being so close to the big bouncer, Ann put on a steamy first set, and found herself in demand once again. And the demand only grew when Jacen appeared at the back of the room, watching Ann's second set. She had hoped the suggestive movements and come hither glances would entice him to suggest they do something after her shift, and he was clearly enjoying the show Ann put on. In fact, she was so hot that she nearly got off while dancing, the excitement and arousal definitely greater than what she had experienced in the Jacuzzi with Tom. When she stepped behind the curtain, the lithe wife and stripper paused in the darkened hall, pressing a hand against her buzzing sex, and tried to decide whether it was just Jacen or the way she got total strangers excited that was such a turn on.

The set meant she was in greater demand, and she had to not to subtly remind three consecutive customers not to touch, declining a fourth outright request for oral sex before she managed to finish working the floor and head back to get ready for the next set. She had finished dressing and was sitting turned away from the mirror, watching some of the other girls, when a warm breath touched her neck. She started, turning to find Jacen had silently come into the room behind her. As she turned, he stood, and she found her face was at the level of his crotch. Her body reacted instantly, and it was a struggle not to reach out to touch him.

"Don't tease me like that," she scolded, "The others will see." She did not add that she wondered if she could maintain her self control, the sudden mental image of the big bouncer taking her from behind as she leaned over the dressing table, the other strippers cheering them on leaving her even more aroused and distracted.

"That was the best set of the night so far," he answered, leering at her, "Think you can top it?" Ann licked her lips, letting her eyelids flutter suggestively. She would have sworn his cock was shifting in his pants when she looked at him again. She smiled, glad she could trigger responses like he did in her.

"You'll just have to watch to find out," she challenged, barely managing not to ask him to take her home after work. He raised a skeptical brow, and Ann pushed out of her seat and strutted past him, the heat she felt as she brushed past his muscled arm a physical force. She threw herself into her set, stripping more rapidly than usual, hitting the pole harder, and frigging her dripping sex openly before working the front pole, spinning up higher than her own height, to the delight of the crowd. Jacen had found a place to watch before the first song ended, and she grew even more bold and teasing through the rest of her set, but when she turned back after the end of the third song, she was surprised to find he was not there. Biting her lip, she wondered if he would be waiting in the back, and hurried through the curtain, barely pausing to let the next stripper grope and kiss her to transfer some of the magic she had worked into the next set before she let the curtain hide her.

She waited, but Jacen was not there. Or at her station in the back. She reluctantly put on a bikini, aware that she was still completely wet, and prepared to entertain the customers. At the side door where the girls went out to work the floor, she found Dean, another of the club's bouncers.

"Jacen around?" she asked, almost non-chalantly. There were already customers waving to get her attention.

"Naw, his shift ended," the brutish younger bouncer shook his head, "He's gone by now." Ann nodded, touching the bouncer's thick bicep, as she moved onto the floor, her smile automatically in place. She noted there was no spark like there had been with Jacen. It was not a real surprise; one of the other dancers had commented that when Dean was watching it felt... icky.

Ann had little time to think of much, working tables and four straight privates before she had a break. When she realized Hilary was gone, too, she had a moment of intense jealousy, imagining the sexy red head enjoying Jacen's attention. By the time the club closed, she had made more than a thousand dollars, but she had also realized that the new schedule would make finding time to be with Jacen after work difficult. She was not about to ask Les to go back to the prior schedule, though.

It meant she was still more than a little horny when she arrived home, and because Tom was not going to have to work the next day, she woke her husband, even though it was nearly 3AM when she arrived. Though bleary, he was quick to respond. Too quick, it turned out, as he was finished, and rolling over to go to sleep before Ann was even beginning to get going. She lay beside her husband aroused and frustrated... horny.

The situation had only worsened by her next shift. She had not seen Jacen or Billy except in her dreams and imagination, and had not even had the crowd to tease to spur her release for three days. The once occasionally intrusive thoughts about sex had become nearly constant. When her phone chirped at 10AM Wednesday, she took her eighth pill, telling herself that at least the delay meant she would not have to demand the big bouncer use a condom. And because Tom was working the next morning, if she could convince Jacen to stick around or come back, she could enjoy some time with him.

She never stopped to consider that he had been there after close the first night. Or that his absence had been intentional, in order to leave her sexually frustrated. Arriving 10 minutes late, Ann was more frustrated that Jacen was not out front—again—than she was knowing she would have to dance the extra set.

She was shocked coming out of a spin on the pole in that first set to find the big bouncer lounging in his usual space on the wall, watching her. What was becoming a conditioned response—her immediate and profound arousal—left her entire body humming, and what had been a by the numbers routine was transformed, the barely attentive handful of men along the rail blossoming to a cheering elbow to elbow throng by the end of the third song.

Panting, too hot to think straight, Ann ground against Darcy the show kiss becoming passionate and further enflaming the excited guests. A strong hand finally interrupted the women, catching Ann's neck and pulling her through the curtains, leaving a panting, surprised Darcy standing before the heavy velvet drape, lost for a moment, her first song already into the chorus. Ann found herself standing naked before Jacen, the big bouncer shaking his head as he looked down at her in the dimly lit hall.

"Damn, girl, you gonna start a riot or get arrested. Ain't supposed to be nude on stage..."

"How do you like it?" Ann asked in response, undulating against the big bouncer, "God I need to feel you inside me." Chuckling, Jacen brought his hand down, palm against the bare skin of Ann's stomach. He applied pressure while shifting from her navel to her mons. She moaned, pressing herself against him, hungry for his fingers to push inside... Instead, he circled her rigid clit once, and again, before swatting her bare ass with his free hand.

"Can't right now, girl," he winked, "Though it might be worth getting fired at that... But I have work to do, and so do you." He spun her toward the dressing room, but keeping his hand pressed against her mons. He teased her clit once again, and then caught the front of her hip, pressing himself against her ass. She could feel his erection, and found herself hoping he would take her there from behind, not caring that she was looking into the dressing room. His free hand spanked her hip once more, "Now get goin' 'fore Les gets angry with us." And then he was gone.

Ann was barely aware of what she donned to work the floor. She blinked as her appearance led to shouting and waving throughout the room. She was surprised at the number of people in the room, considering it was early on a Wednesday. She realized it was going to be a busy shift, and waved a thumbs up to Greg, the alternate bartender, indicating she wanted alcohol in her drinks. She was still so hot she told herself she was going to need it to take the edge off.

There was not time to do more; Ann did table dance after table dance until Kathleen prevented the next, promising Ann would 'visit their table first' after her next set, an agreement that seemed to especially please the acne scarred Guido wannabe who had been trying grope Ann while she was just standing there. The crowd had definitely been handsy, and while a small voice in Ann's head had taunted that they could get her off, Ann had dutifully interrupted their attempts. It did not mean they did not get a feel—by definition they had before she would stop them. It only meant that her arousal was maintained, even by the clumsy efforts, with no real release.

She did her next set in a totally black PVC and latex outfit, a dominatrix, which matched her dark mood. Stalking the stage, her intended austerity broke down quickly when she saw Jacen take up his favorite viewing position. As she ground herself, stark naked, against the front most pole in the last chorus of the third song, the entire set a jumbled memory of motion and heat, she imagined having the big bouncer come up on stage, taking her in front of the crowd. The thought and the friction of the brass were enough that the climaxed there in front of the crowd, leaving a puddle at the base of the pole.

She did not bother picking up the bills or her scattered clothes, eyeing the crowd haughtily, then slinking to the back of the stage. Darcy was more prepared, and winked, whispering, 'You're gonna help me set a record for tips tonight,' before the women were kissing and groping one another. Darcy's body moved to the beat of her first number, and after a long kiss, during which she both pinched Ann's nipples and fingered her dripping seam, the other dancer spanked Ann's ass and spun away to the pole. Biting her lower lip, Ann watched from the back of the stage for a moment, then slipped back, aware that she was going to be busy on the floor once again. She was disappointed Jacen was not waiting, but that did nothing to ease the need she was feeling.

Her second tour the men were more aggressive, one managing to get his finger inside of her before she caught his wrist, twisting it painfully and getting the attention of the nearest bouncer. Dean caught hold of the man's shoulder, and the way the man's skin paled under his greasy toupee it obviously hurt.

"She's done at this table," Dean informed the group, who protested but recognized it was their friend who had fucked up, and laid into him more aggressively than the bouncer had. As Ann moved away from the table with Dean, the bouncer pointed toward the privates, "That was perfect timing, anyway," he told her, "You keep dancing like that, you won't get any rest." He smiled, "Not that I'm suggesting you stop." Ann slapped his muscled bicep, the feeling under her fingers reminding her of Jacen's thick arms. For a moment, the persistently aroused housewife found herself imagining Dean standing on the stage as she rode his erect cock to the cheers of the crowd.

She shook her head, alarmed that it was not just Jacen or Billy in her waking fantasies, but relative strangers—men with whom she would never have considered having sex.

"So if you're working the floor, does that mean Jacen is covering the privates?" Ann told herself she sounded only curious, rather than clingy.

"Nope," Dean moved to his left, opening a path for Ann to get to the hall where the private booths sat, "He had to work the graveyard shift, cut out right after your set." The bouncer snorted, "I think he's got a crush on you, the way he always comes in to watch you dance," Ann's eyes fluttered half closed, her arousal so keen she nearly moaned at hearing that. Dean seemed unaware, "He gonna get in trouble with the boss if he keeps letting work slide. Now get over there, I think Greg said number four. But there's a whole list waiting their turn."

"So who's watching out for us over there?" Ann hated how exposed and vulnerable she felt, heading in to do a private and knowing Jacen was not there. She pretended not to recognize that part of her anxiety was knowing she was not going to get off with the big bouncer after work.

"Don't worry, Ann, Mitch will be keeping an eye on things. And I'm never far away, either." Ann offered a weak smile of thanks. If Dean sometimes seemed to be watching she and the other girls a little too closely, Mitch Webster ALWAYS ogled the dancers, often seeming unaware there was anyone else around. Anxiety grew within her, rubbing elbows with arousal.

To Ann's relief the men in the privates were polite... almost too polite; by the third guest, Ann was rubbing against her admirer with the specific goal of getting off, and if they got off, so much the better. Even when she managed a small orgasm during her fifth consecutive private, her need did not ebb. Glancing at the hidden aisle where the bouncers could access the private rooms, she remembered Jacen appearing, remembered the delicious way he had felt slipping inside of her while she danced. The obese bald man beneath her was panting and groaned abruptly, pushing feebly at the sexy dancer, interrupting her reverie and any chance at another quick climax.

Wild eyed, the married dancer gave her admirer a wink and a peck on the cheek, then struggled not to seem impatient as the man put himself together. The dark wet spot in his trousers was unmistakable, and becoming more pronounced.

"There's a bathroom just to the left, hon," Ann told him when he thanked her, fumbling out an additional twenty that he tucked into her bra, somehow managing the maneuver while seeming painfully shy. As with the others, she assumed she was returning to the main floor, but as with each of the past four guests, Mitch held up a hand, touching her shoulder... almost her breast, she noticed, aware that he was being too forward.

"You've got another," the bouncer leered at her, "Must've been quite the set, to have them this hot and bothered." Ann shrugged, secretly pleased the pig had not seen her dance. "This one's a special." He winked as he said it, and Ann reared back, wondering if that meant the guest was going to expect more than a dance.

"Hey, Ann," she relaxed as Rick, a rare coin and antiquity dealer who was one of her regulars peeked around the much larger bouncer, "Miss me?" Ann caught the man's tie—he was always dressed impeccably when he came to the club—and pulled him back down the dimly lit hall.

"It's what had me so hot and bothered up on stage, Hon," she purred, then looked back at Mitch, who was watching her ass. The bouncer was unconcerned about being caught, and held up five fingers, the same suite Ann had just been using.

It was a good song that Rick chose, an old Rock and Roll beat, and she immediately began to undulate and sway, keeping in contact with the older man. He was always polite and complimentary, and he always seemed sad.

"When are you going to tell me your story, Sweetie?" Ann asked, pressing her chest against his, then leaning back to strip her top off. Rick shrugged, but offered no answer. Careful not to hurt him, Ann reversed position on his lap, which allowed her to press her ass and sex against him more directly. He was hard, she could tell, estimating he was about Tom's size. She glanced down at his wedding ring, a little surprised as was true each time that such a man would be in the club; she knew many wives would consider what was happening cheating.

"I... You are so beautiful," he interrupted himself. Ann reared back, pressing her entire body against his, shimmying her hips against him.

"Thank you, Hon, but that isn't an answer," she applied more pressure against his erection, felt his breath catch behind her, "Wouldn't you get in trouble if your family caught you here?" She felt him pull back. He was still hard, but he was distant... Was he angry? She looked back. Rick's face was ashen. "Oh, baby!" Ann half turned, raising a hand to his cheek, "I'm sorry. It's OK, you don't have to say anything. I'm glad you're here, let's just focus on that." Rick managed a jerky nod, his hand rising to catch hers where she was touching him. Ann never considered that it was breaking the rules.

"It's OK," Rick answered, his voice cracking, "It's just... I've been alone for a very long time." Ann felt horrible... he was a widow or a spurned divorcee. "I can't... I can't start again, but you know..." he shrugged, "Sometimes the touch of a woman is... you know." Ann nodded, wondering if he chose her because of her own wedding band, which she never removed, even at work. Did he think she was a kindred spirit? She found the beat of the song again, moving against him and turned back, afraid to let him see her face.

"Yes," she managed, "And I'm flattered you think of me when you want that intimacy." The knowledge put a keen edge on her still present need, and she was moving against the older man with more urgency. He was still holding her hand, and she reached back, catching the other, pulling them up to her bare breasts without thinking about what she was doing, "We all need that sort of touch sometimes." His fingers were warm, not rough like Jacen's, and shorter than Tom's. She blinked, realizing she should not have done that, even as Rick's fingers began to gently squeeze her breasts. His fingers and thumbs circled her nipples, applying an exquisite pressure. Moaning, Ann let her head drop back onto Rick's shoulder as she went on humping herself against him.

"Ahhhh!" she felt him twitch beneath her, and went still, letting him continue to play with her breasts as he finished, just ahead of the song. When he let go and she looked back, there were tears in his eyes.

"Thank you, Ann," he smiled, moving as if to hug her, then stopping abruptly, clearly worried about crossing a line. The married stripper leaned forward, hugging her regular, no thought of the rules or Tom or Jacen and Billy.

"Oh, you're welcome, sweetie," she smiled at him, "I'm so glad I can help you when you need it. You know I'm here for you." He nodded, eyes staying with hers rather than roaming to her bare breasts as most men in the club seemed incapable of controlling. "We'd better get you out to clean up," she said, "I'm sorry I made such a mess for you." Rick laughed.

"Oh, don't ever apologize for that," he patted her shoulder as Ann leaned back, "I know I'm just a client, but when you're dancing for me it feels like you're really dancing for me."

"Oh, I am, Hon, I am," Ann assured him, holding his hand as he struggled out of the cushioned seat and let her lead him toward the curtained door. He stopped her before she could open that.

"I have a little gift for you," he seemed suddenly as shy as the last man.

"You don't have to do anything, Rick, I like dancing for you," Ann answered honestly. The older man pulled his hand out of his pants, holding it palm down toward her. Puzzled, Ann held her hand out. What he left in her hand was a coin in a plastic case.

"It's a liberty dollar," he told her, "They're fairly rare, and they're definitely worth more than a dollar. I want you to have it, the woman on it... Lady Liberty? She reminds me of you."

"Why thank you," Ann was nearly speechless, "I... It's amazing."

"I'm serious," Rick escaped to his professional patter, "Don't use that to pay a parking meter."

"I promise, I won't," she clutched it to her chest, belatedly realizing she was still topless, "It's priceless."

"No, it's not that rare," the older man shook his head, making Ann laugh again.

"It's priceless to me," she scolded him, "Because you gave it to me." It was Rick's turn to blush. He watched as Ann put her top on, and then she led him by the hand back to where Mitch was watching whoever was on stage. Ann hugged Rick, not caring that other patrons could see and would expect the same. She gave him a peck on the cheek, and then looked to Mitch as the lonely man headed for the bathroom. "Anything else?" she challenged Mitch, who was studiously eyeing her cleavage.

"Did he take care of you?" the bouncer teased, adjusting himself, "Cause if he didn't, I've got a break coming up..." Ann rolled her eyes and the bouncer laughed, "There are already guys asking for you back here, but you're done for now... better get your fine ass in back, I think you're on in a couple." Surprised, since they usually got more time to get ready, Ann hurried backstage, angry at herself because as awful as Mitch was, his words had been a pointed reminder to the married stripper that she was still really hot.

She changed, warning herself not to lose it like she kept doing on stage, and pointedly not thinking about Jacen. Her routine was solid, and the guys were cheering and tipping generously, but Ann knew it lacked the spark she had demonstrated in her prior set. She was not just going through the motions, and she was persistently aroused, but the raw sexuality was absent.

Ann expected it would mean fewer dances—hoped for a break, in fact. She was wrong. In fact, she went straight from the changing room to the privates, and did not get a break until Mitch poked his head in, leering as she swayed topless over a young man who had repeatedly tried to grope her, and seemed ready to try again even with the bouncer standing in the doorway.

"I ain't done, yet," the would-be tough warned, "I'm gonna pay for another."

"That's fine, but it's gonna wait until after she dances again." Mitch did not move. Ann found herself swaying more suggestively. Though she knew it was cruel, she wanted to tease the bouncer. And she really did not want to put up with Mr. Hands for another dance. Beneath her, the customer gripped the arms of the lounge more tightly. Ann smiled broadly, reveling in the power she had over not just one, but two men. As Mitch's cock tented his jeans, the man beneath her filled his with his load, and in perfect timing, the song rant out seconds later. Ann climbed up, her breasts almost touching Mitch's chest she was so close.

"Thanks, sugar," she batted her eyes at the embarrassed young man, "So you'll be waiting when I'm done."

"Uhm... no, I think I'm gonna get a drink," he lied, almost jumping up, brushing past Ann without ever considering that was his chance to cop a feel, as he faced away from she and Mitch, sidling out of the crowded booth.

"That wasn't too much for me, you note," Mitch made no attempt to hide his arousal.

"You didn't see the whole thing," Ann pointed out, specifically not pointing out that she had not been touching the bouncer... she knew how he would answer that challenge.

"Don't know if Les will like your shorting him."

"How am I shorting Les?" Ann put a hand on her hip, aware that she was naked from the waist up, and that Mitch seemed unable to meet her eyes as they argued.

"That guy was gonna pay for another dance."

"I think there are enough other guys," she countered, "And I bet he gets more out there... has to if he has buddies." Mitch knew she was right. "Do you have a drink for me?" The bouncer shook his head, then spoke into the microphone almost hidden under his collar. He got an answer from the small bud tucked into one ear.

"It may beat you to your station." Ann beamed, patting him on the shoulder as she passed, still topless.

"Thanks, Mitch, you're not so bad after all."

Buoyed by her experience with the last customer and Mitch, Ann's set was inspired. She worked the pole, climbing to more than her height, then twisting and spinning. As had become her habit, she stripped quickly, and the guys near the stage cheered when her excitement was proven by the smear of honey she left on the brass while easing lower until her back and shoulders were on the glossy black stage, her ankles crossed, behind the pole, high above her head. Holding her top over her breasts, as the law demanded, she went around the edge of the stage at the end of the last song, collecting the bills that had been tossed, and trading bills held out by the men standing shoulder to shoulder for pecks on the cheek.

As she expected, there were men lined up to enjoy her private dances, and for most of an hour Ann worked one room, and then the other before there was a lull. She strode onto the main floor, her appearance prompting shouts as four separate tables called for her attention. As she entertained the various groups, Ann had to admit that working the privates was easier- she had only one set of hands to worry about at any given time. It was easier to get drinks, though. One of the waitresses spelled her out shortly before her next set, telling her she had a phone call.

"Tom?" Ann smiled as she sat down at her station, reaching for the waiting drink.

"Now when does little dick hubby call you at work?" Ann flushed, looking around as if the other girls could hear.

"Stop it," she hissed, "He does call. And he's my husband—I love him."

"That's fine, my slut, so long as you remember that cunt is mine." Ann's blush deepened, the drunken memory of telling him that out on the stage the first night they had fucked came to mind. And with the memory her arousal, already building at hearing his voice, spiked dangerously. "... thinking about how sexy you look dancing for me up on that stage," he had continued talking.

"Who says I'm dancing for you?" Ann countered. Jacen laughed.

"If you danced like that for hubby he'd blow in his pants and you'd still have to come to me for relief." Ann could not think of a retort; what Jacen was saying was too close to the truth.

"So you were thinking of me," she purred, realizing what he had been saying, "You're working but you're thinking of me?" Jacen could have told her he had just gotten done interrupting three working girls who had not slipped into a doorway soon enough as the cruiser turned the corner. And in truth their peek a boo clothes and ready to put out attitudes had reminded him of Ann and Hilary. But he knew better, even if it had been a favorable comparison, considering both dancers actually enjoyed having sex. He suspected the women had had just left with a warning to be more careful and banking 'IOU's' in the bargain would have only been acting. And acting badly, but maybe the guys who availed themselves to such women did not notice. More likely, they simply did not care. Such nuance and reality, though, would have made the pretty wife he had ensnared angry. And she was close, but he suspected she could still bolt... at least until Les showed her what he had.

"Are you kidding?" he answered, "After that show you put on? I nearly climbed up on the stage to fuck you right there."

"I imagined that happening," Ann's voice was husky.

"Damn, girl," Jacen winked at his partner, "Quit talking like that. You've got me so hard I won't be able to drive... And you know I mean it." He was comfortable with the fact that he was an unrepentant opportunist. He would continue to enjoy using the sexy wife even if they had to show her Les' video to make it happen, but having her wanting it... and wanting it so badly she would willingly do what they wanted... "Pretend I'm up there next set... Imagine I'm there, slipping it into you... making you cum."

"I... Oh, God... Will you be back later?"

"Dunno," he lied, "If it's slow maybe we can quit early. I'll try, so keep it hot for me." He had motioned to his partner, who hit the squelch on the cruiser's radio. Static filled the car. "I've got a call, so I have to go. But it's been too long, sexy slut, I'm gonna have to get another taste of that fine pussy." He disconnected, smiling that Ann had not thought to ask if his partner could hear what was being said. She was smart though; that would occur to her sometime later, maybe after she was home in bed with her poor husband.

He bumped fists with his partner. Ann knew him, though she would have been shocked to see that they knew each other. Or that the other man was also a cop. The first time she had met officer Pollack had been when he was posing as the club patron wanting her to have sex in the private room.

"So she's worth all of this..." Sam waved his hands in exasperation, "Production?" Jacen laughed.

"You don't think part of the fun of the hunt is stalking your prey?" Sam snorted.

"You've already shot her, Pardner, remember? I just want my turn." Jacen shrugged, not arguing about that. He knew he had... advantages that his partner did not. It was why Sam was the 'perv' pushing dancers into Jacen's arms. It had worked too often to count, and sometimes he did not get a chance at a taste of his own. That would seem like perfect wingman behavior, except he was quick to mention that was why Les paid him more than Jacen. And the black cop and bouncer would roll his eyes and remind his swarthy average dicked partner that he got paid for taking care of the club's extensive surveillance set up, whereas he was part of the cast. It always helped to shut his often overbearing partner up if they were standing, so he could 'adjust' himself for added emphasis.

Jacen smiled, remembering the last such exchange, shortly after they had turned Hilary out, that first night when she had spread her legs and allowed a man to fuck her just a few weeks before she had considered a chauvinist pig. When he had tried to taunt Sam about having a small dick, the son of a Jewish army ranger and an Egyptian nurse had shrugged, "I still got off, so what's to complain after?" in a perfectly stereotypical accent, and then adding, "You did all the work." So maybe Sam did not shut up, even then.

"Soon enough, my friend, soon enough." He was not about to admit that it really was different with Ann; the woman was a firecracker, and threw herself into sex more than any woman he could remember. The thought of having to share that with Les and his clientele... Jacen smiled, confident they would not enjoy that same totality of Her. And he would. He put the car in drive, waving at the prostitutes, who were watching the cruiser warily, knowing things were always subject to change. "We left her so hot she may just play with herself on stage for this set."

"Shit, if that's the case drive over and drop me off," Sam made a show of smoothing his heavy mustache, "I'll be happy to help her with clean up." Jacen rolled his eyes. But he did make a mental note to have his friend cut a copy of her dances the next time they were at the club. A call really did come in, then, and the unit rolled to back up other officers responding to a domestic.

Ann was so hot she thought she would soak through her thong before she got on stage. She kept moving behind the curtain, aware that she wanted to play with herself. Images of the big cop thrusting into her kept filling her head. She wondered if she had time to slip into the women's bathroom to masturbate before...

"Get up, gentlemen, and let's hear it for a Club Elle favorite... Ann!" The men began to cheer. Ann was spurred ahead, spinning on the other side of the curtain, and catching Paula as the bottle blonde headed off. The other stripper squealed, which the men ringing the stage loved. Ann straddled the taller woman's thigh, shivering at how wonderful the pressure against her aroused sex felt. She kissed Paula's neck, then pulled her head down kissing her hungrily on the lips. The buzz in her ears at the similarity to kissing Hilary nearly drowned out the howls of the crowd. It totally blocked whatever Deon said in introduction.

She realized her music was already playing and spun away from Paula, the taller stripper visibly sagging, because Ann's fingers had been working her pussy through her thong. She watched as Ann strutted to the front of the stage, stripping her top off along the way. She caught the front pole, swinging wide, then again tight, curling her calf around it and using her knee to spin again while letting her head fall back, hair cascading wildly, hands covering her breasts. She bent her straight leg, slipping to the floor, hands extending, reaching back, gracefully easing her transition to the floor, her sex pressed tight against the brass.

Eyes closed, she humped her thong covered sex against the pole, ass coming off of the glossy black floor. 'Damn, but your pussy is wet Ann...' She bridged up, leaving just her shoulders and feet on the floor, 'And it's giving off so much heat, too.' She shimmied her hips, holding her position, hand flat against the stage. 'Why don't you let me put just the head inside.' She moaned as her hips settled suggestively down the pole. The moment her ass touched the stage, she cinched her heels tight against her ass, crossed to lever against the pole as she sat up, wrapping her arms around it, trapping it between her breasts. 'Damn, Ann, your tight white pussy is gripping me like a vise.' Her body vibrated as she caught hold of the pole above her head, lifting and lowering her body enough that the men could see the others across the way beneath her tight ass. She kept at it, head dropping back, 'You can do it girl, work that pussy up and down.'

Close to having an orgasm, Ann did a backwards somersault, leaving her crouched, her barely covered ass hovering inches over the men at the end of the stage, She prowled the edge, ignoring the hands that caressed her calf and hip, and even two who managed to slip high enough to cup her breast. At the back of the stage, she stood, strutting around the opposite way, haughtily gazing down at the men, and absently pinching the nipple nearest the crowd. She resumed dancing, working the poles, while she continued to remember that first night. 'You'll get it, just keep working those hips... Yeah, like that,' She spun away from the back pole, leaping gracefully to the front and doing a straight arm spin around it before pirouetting and coming to a stop, feet planted hips turned, hands on her waist staring aggressively beyond the men at the stage's edge into the cheering crowd.

'Now try working that pussy a little.' Ann caught the thong, pulling it tight, the crotch disappearing between her engorged outer lips, inner labia peeking out on one side as she gyrated her pelvis suggestively, holding her off hand over her head like a belly dancer and turning in a circle. 'Wanna move someplace more comfortable?' Eyes flickering closed theatrically, but not without real arousal, Ann yanked, the Velcro tabs giving way and leaving her bare save for her heels. She spun twice on the front pole, pulling close, increasing her speed, and using it to launch herself to the back pole in a single high kicking leap, and then preserved that speed, turning on it twice before she released, spinning to the ground on her back, coming to rest with he feet pointed almost toward Deon's booth. She lay squarely between the poles, hands spread wide, knees up, heels against her ass, covering her wet seam.

'Go ahead, put it in, baby,' she tilted her head back, straightening her left leg, foot pointed high above her pelvis, and then remembering that night, she bent that knee, letting her legs fall open, a hand running down between her breasts, over her flat stomach, pressing down on her engorged clit, before catching Jacen's imaginary cock in her hand, bringing him into her once more. Ass pumping as if she was being fucked, back arched, Ann lifted her legs, spreading them wide, heedless of the crowd wishing she was facing the other way. 'Gonna bust a nut in this sweet pussy.' Remembering her climax, Ann let her feet fall to the stage, knees wide.

The last song was playing when Ann rolled up, kneeling so that her glistening sex was plain to the men who had missed the earlier display as she pantomimed cleaning Jacen's cock afterwards. She let her head come to rest on the cool stage, smiling at the delicious memory that there had been more. He had taken her doggie style... Had filled her ass. She rose, sinews tight as she managed the movement without her hands or the poles. She did the splits, rolled onto her shoulder and scissored her legs in the splits in both directions, turning them ninety degrees and repeating the move, and then curled her lower leg, bracing one hand on her other knee, effectively hiding her bare sex, while her other arm covered her bare breasts. As the final chorus began, she rose, staggering unsteadily toward each edge of the stage, and then wiping sweat off of her brow, and smiling languidly, she ambled off of the stage, waving a hand dismissively from the level of her hips, looking for all the world like a just fucked woman.

Ann collapsed into her seat, smiling her thanks at the theatrical clapping offered by a couple of the other women. She was pleased they had liked the impromptu show. Jacen's words had triggered it; when she reached the stage she could only remember his words, 'Pretend I'm there,' and then the words she had heard that first night, when he had demonstrated that her pussy was his. Pressing a hand against her sex, Ann wished she had actually climaxed on stage like she had that night. Instead, she was so hot she could barely think straight. She knew she needed to do something about it, but there was no time.

"Damn, girl," Lynn poked her head into the dressing room, "You're making the rest of us look like librarians." The Asian managed to be willowy, and knew how to use her exotic charms to stay busy. Ann's eyes grew big.

"I'm sorry," she started, "I didn't mean to, it just... it sort of got out of hand..." She was not about to admit what she had been fantasizing about.

"I'm just kidding," Lynn Lee's smile was dazzling, Ann admitted, aware that she wanted to kiss the other woman, "That was... wow. I could almost feel you being fucked." Ann blushed, because she had almost been able to feel it, too. "Anyway, good set. You've got them lining up for you, and that's a good thing." Ann smiled her thanks, then hurriedly got into her modesty bra and boyfriend shorts. She wished the other dancer a good set, then went out to see how busy it was.

Busy did not begin to describe it. There were so many interested in a private dance that Ann worked through her next dance set. And she was barely aware of that, in part because there was no time to look at the clock, and in part because the constant close contact kept her arousal from waning. And there was no time to pee, much less play with herself. She barely kept from asking Mitch if Jacen had come back, and wished she had checked her phone before she went out to work the floor.

The men she was servicing, exclusively in the privates, seemed more timid than usual. She had expected them to be more aggressive, but most simply lay back, watching in some amazement as she gyrated on them. She took perverse pride in the fact that most also came before they had finished one or two songs.

Ann tried to use the cranvodkas to blunt the edge of her need for an hour without real success. Afraid she would wind up wasted and one of her admirers would take advantage of her, she cut back. When she finally thought to ask Mitch if it was getting close to her next set, the bouncer snorted, shaking his head.

"Ann, your set was more than thirty minutes ago.

"What? Les will be pissed..."

"Les told us to let it ride," Mitch held up a hand, keeping Ann from bolting onto the main floor to apologize. "So many people want privates he said you're making more money and he's making more money having you dance back here." The way Mitch said 'dance' made Ann skin crawl; she was sure he knew some of the girls were doing more. She scolded herself, though, remembering Jacen's explanation, and it was hard to argue, since the bouncers were there to protect the dancers, whereas a pimp... Ann shook her head, aware that the only pimps she had ever seen were on television. She smiled, remembering that on television the talking heads insisted that women who worked in strip clubs and the sex industry had universally been abused as children. Mitch misread the head shake. "He's right, Ann. At the rate you're turning guys through back here you'll clear a lot more than picking ones out of your thong." Ann shrugged, not correcting his misconception.

"Can I take a break?" Mitch checked his iPad.

"Well, I can't stop you, but every three to four minutes you're gone will cost you thirty dollars." Ann rolled her eyes. She almost told him 'money was not everything' but guessed he would have some snarky response.

"I'll be right back." She did not wait for him, threading her way through the crowd, smiling and accepting the many patrons' compliments and praise. She grabbed her cell from her purse and ran into the bathroom. Her bladder had been complaining for several dances. Plus, she hoped there was a message, and not from her husband. There was: 'Les said your set rocked. Sounds like I was there with you.'

There were two emojis Ann did not recognize. But she remembered there was a translate program. Clicking it, she blinked as an eggplant and a peach appeared. She frowned, even as she thought to herself, 'that looks like a big cock and an ass...' And then she laughed, aware that was exactly what Jacen had in mind.

Her phone chimed as she bent to set it back in her bag; it was Jacen again: 'Are you hot? I'm still trying to get there to enjoy you if you are.'

She sent a kiss emoji, then after a moment, sent only 'yes' to him as well. And then she hurried back to the privates.

She thought it was getting close to closing; hoped so, both to stop the lap dances, and because she was imagining Jacen waiting to fuck her somewhere in the club. Or outside, she realized with a renewed flush of anticipation—she would fuck him wherever he wanted, she knew with certainty. She thanked the spectacled older man who had just managed to weather her lap dance without cumming and without wanting a second song.

"Last two," Mitch said, opening the drape and ushering a younger man in.

"Where's the other?" Ann expected a second man to join them. She had yet to have it happen, but she knew sometimes it did.

"Nope. This is a single, and then you have a bachelor to sacrifice." Ann rolled her eyes.

"That happens on stage." Two of the girls would come out and do a very public lap dance up on the stage. If the guy was nice he would get just the glitter and cheap perfume treatment, but Ann had seen Patricia and Lynn lay into a guy one night, Patricia's crotch hitting the guy's face repeatedly, which steadily banged his head into the pole. The resonant 'gong' had nearly drowned the music, and Ann had thought the guy was concussed by the time they were done. Even so, the guy had seemingly loved it, thanking the women profusely after they relented at song's end.

In part because the last guy had escaped, and in part because her awareness that Jacen would be there soon, Ann's dancing was energetic enough that the first guy did not last a song. Ann hugged him, thanked him for liking her so much, and led him out. Hilary passed her before she got to Mitch, leading a gawky university professor toward an empty booth.

"Did you hear?" she whispered to Ann, "Big drug bust downtown. Jacen and Sam were on the television, looks like they're working harder than we are tonight." Ann idly wondered if Hilary had meant to say 'Billy,' since she did not know Sam was Jacen's partner. She was several steps past the red head when she realized that also meant Jacen was probably not going to be there for her.

"You all right?" Mitch asked her. Ann sniffed and nodded.

"I guess it's just 'cause the night's almost over," she lied. Mitch was not buying it, but he did not press, either. "So who is this?" Ann turned on the charm, in part trying to ignore her disappointment.

"Our groom to be... Saturday?" The young man nodded, "Dana, meet Ann. Your wedding party did good hooking you up with her." Ann beamed, and shook the nervous young man's hand, holding it after to lead him down the hall.

"Have you done this before, sweetie?" she asked whey they were out of the bouncer's earshot. He shook his head. "So you're getting married," they turned into the room. He nodded. Anxious to do something for the itch that had persisted as she anticipated her lover's arrival, Ann straddled the young man, tilting her hips while keeping pressure against his crotch. She felt him shift, becoming hard and added a rocking motion. "Mmm," she purred, throwing in a shiver for effect, "She's a lucky girl." The young man smiled, his eyes fixed on her swaying tits. Ann caught herself as she started to push her chest toward him to let him suck her nipple. She blinked in surprise, leaning back at the same time.

She realized she had not been kidding... he was big. Biting her lip, she ground against him more fervently, aware she could get off if he had any self-control... He shifted, and she reluctantly backed off, ashamed she had been focused on her own pleasure, rather than his.

"Too much, baby?" she asked, still hovering over his knees, swaying to the music. He nodded.

"Uhm," he paused, blushing, then raised his left hand, in which he held a pile of bills. "I... They said you would..." and he reached down for his zipper.

"Whoa," she warned, catching his hand, even as a part of her mind imagined letting him take it out... how it would feel slipping inside of her..." She shook her head fiercely, "Who told you I would... what?"

"Oh, uh, my buddies... My buddies said if I gave you more you'd blow me." Ann smiled, lifting her arms to set her breasts swinging.

"What, my dancing for you isn't enough? You really want that instead of waiting for your new wife?" His blush deepened. "Not that you've waited," she scolded but smiled down at him, winking knowingly, "No way she would wait to enjoy that." He smiled nervously. "Your friends don't know what they're talking about," she assured him, "You've heard Chris Rock's song: there is no sex in the champagne room."

"Oh... OK," he was clearly relieved, and Ann almost felt sorry for him, "But that doesn't mean you won't enjoy yourself," she began to move again more intently, moving up against his lap. Her need was a physical force. God, he was impressive.

"Are you wearing underwear?" she asked suddenly, without really thinking about it. He nodded. She bit her lower lip, smiling at him, "Show me." The young man scrambled to get his zipper open. She shook her head, touching his belt, and he nearly tossed her off of his lap rising to get his pants open and down to his knees. She worked her hips, slipping forward until the crotch of her thong was against his Jockey's, rubbing over and up and down his bulge. Beneath her the young man grunted, hands digging into the arms of the chair. Ann caught the tie at the side of her thong, releasing it, then the other side, switching the hand that she was bracing on his muscled shoulder. She blinked, the memory of Jacen's cock slipped around her thong and inside of her..." She shivered, refocusing on the young man beneath her.

"I can get in trouble for doing this," she warned, stripping the thong away from between them. The groom-to-be's eyes instantly dropped from her bare chest to her crotch where she was moving against his briefs. Still working her pelvis from side to side, Ann added a tilt, rubbing up and down his length. The knowledge that he was so close... that it would feel so good..." She caught her hand as it moved down over his abdomen.

'What was I about to do?' she asked herself in surprise, and in more shock the next thought, 'Maybe I should blow him so I don't wind up fucking him.' There was no need, though. A moment later the poor young man groaned, and she knew he was cumming. Aware it would quickly soak his underwear, Ann moved back, the smear of her arousal obvious on the cotton crotch of his briefs, a darker spot quickly becoming apparent.

"I'd say you liked that," she murmured, intensely aware of her persistent unsatisfied need. Without thinking about it, she ducked her head, brushing her lips over the young man's cheek and whispering 'Think of me on your honeymoon," and then stepping gracefully to the side, retrieving her bottom and deftly tying it back in place while her customer buttoned himself back up. He held out the cash, but Ann shook her head, "I didn't do what you thought that would buy." The young man shrugged, then separated the handful in two, holding one out.

"I hope you understand, I'm going to tell them otherwise," he grinned, "Otherwise, they'll want the money back." Ann giggled, taking the bills he was offering, then walked him back to the main floor after the song ended. When they stepped out of the hall, there was a loud cheer, and the groom rolled his eyes.

"Your crew awaits," Ann pecked the young man's cheek again, and then looked at Mitch and rolled her eyes.

"That's a relief," the bouncer said, his eyes sweeping the crowd, never coming to rest on her face.

"What?" Ann asked, puzzled.

"For a moment I thought you'd decided to take the cash like the other girls." Ann blinked. So Mitch did know what went on. But unlike Jacen, he obviously did not approve.

"I'm not that kind of girl, Mitch," Ann told him. The bouncer nodded and his smile seemed honest, as if she had somehow reassured him of something. "But how did you know I didn't?" The bouncer shook his head.

"I'm not an idiot, Ann. Neither of you is out of breath. You'd be amazing, I'm sure, but I doubt he would have had time to finish up before you came out."

"Like you said," Ann answered, miffed, "Maybe I'm that good." Mitch shrugged.

"I already said that's probably true. But he isn't a regular... He would've had more trouble getting up and then relaxing enough to get off." Ann smiled.

"You're right, you're right," she shook her head, "I can't believe I was arguing to get you to believe I'm a prostitute."

"Uh-huh," Mitch looked at her, "You can be a bit stubborn, can't you." Ann rolled her eyes in answer. She did not dwell on their conversation, though. She wanted to get to the dressing room, or more accurately the bathroom, where she could maybe get herself off. Because she needed to get off. Flopping into her seat, though—Ann did not want to rush to the bathroom straight from the privates—she was surprised to see she had a text message. She assumed Jacen had texted that he was not going to be back, but she was surprised.

'Keep it hot, sexy. On a call, but hope to see you at close.' She reread the text, then carefully deleted it. Even so, she considered a trip to the restroom, but the idea that he might still make it kept her in her seat, nearly trembling with anticipation and arousal. None of the other girls said anything, aware that she had been working harder than most of the others. She rummaged through her bag, dismayed at how fast the cash seemed to disappear, then went down the hall to settle up for the evening. Tom did not bat an eye paying out $400; it had been another great night for her. He did not try to dissuade the girls as long as they were saving at least half of their earnings.

Ann went back, electing to wear a pair of the Velcro tabbed panties under sweats, and a hoodie sans bra in hopes Jacen would be waiting. Waving at Hilary, she considered mentioning the text, but she did not want to share the big bouncer with anyone, and so she said her good nights to the other nearby girls, and headed toward the exit. While Mitch or one of the other bouncers would have happily escorted her to her car, the last thing Ann wanted if Jacen was waiting for her was an audience, because she was not sure if she could keep from scaling the big cop in the parking lot.

Except Jacen was not there. The door clicked shut behind her, and Ann paused, lit by the security lights on the building. Normally she did not leave until longer after close, and the parking lot was nearly empty. There were still patrons wandering out to their cars, and several saw the married stripper, clapping or whistling in appreciation. Suddenly nervous, scolding herself for being careless, Ann grabbed the door knob, but of course it was locked. Instead of banging on the metal she headed for her car, slipping her hand into her purse to find the keys. None of the men wandering through the parking lot approached, and she felt foolish when she was safely inside without a problem. Foolish, and still horny.

She pulled out of the lot, consciously watching her mirrors to be certain none of the patrons followed. The highway was close, and Ann wasted no time heading home, hoping that Tom was still awake. Fuck that, she thought, he was going to wake up. She was speeding she knew, but so were all the other drivers, and the highway was less congested than during the daytime, when people really did not go any more slowly, so she did not worry about it. As she exited the highway her phone chimed.

'You home yet?' she read as she pulled to a stop on the off ramp. It was Jacen

'Almost' she responded. Her phone chimed again almost immediately, but she waited for the next stop, a light less than a mile from home. She gasped, seeing he had sent a photo of her bent over his coffee table, taking his cock in her ass, her mouth wide, eyes unfocused, in obvious pleasure.

'OMG Tom might see' she answered.

'You said you weren't home.' Jacen responded, and then 'Thought I might pull you over before you got home to give you what you need.' Ann blinked, the mental image of her bending over the hood of the RAV as Jacen took her in his uniform aided by the image she had just seen. She pressed a hand against her sex, setting the phone down and pulling through the light which had changed. She hit the steering wheel with her left hand, angry that the big bouncer was teasing her like that. And then the siren sounded behind her. Her eyes darted to the silent phone, and then the speedometer. She was less than five miles over the posted limit, but immediately slowed. In her rear view mirror she could see the blinking red and blue lights in the distance, closing fast. The housewife moaned, as the possible fantasy became impending reality. The crotch of her thong was soaked. She dutifully pulled to the side, not five blocks from home.

Though anxious at how close they were to people who would recognize her, Ann was as intensely aware that she would let Jacen do whatever he wanted to her, and the admission only built her arousal. Moments later, the police cruiser flashed by, lights and siren on. It fishtailed through the next turn, her last turn before reaching home, and then it was gone, the sound quickly fading. Ann rested her forehead on the steering wheel, then shook her head, embarrassed at letting her imagination run away like that. She parked, looking for long seconds at the photo Jacen had texted before reluctantly deleting it. Part of her wanted to save it, but the risk was too great. Her arousal still a physical force, she hurried inside, intent on waking Tom to get some relief.

Parked around the corner, Jacen and Sam watched as the scantily clad stripper returned to her husband.

"I still don't get it," Sam shook his head, "Why prime her so it's easy for hubby to enjoy himself?" Jacen eyed his partner.

"Because he won't satisfy her. The sooner she realizes that, the more easily I can nudge her the rest of the way to being my slut." He smiled, remembering the last time he had used the sexy housewife. "I think she'll be ready by Friday night."

"Well, we'd better get back on station," Sam allowed, pointing at the dash, "Or what reason do we have for coming out here?"

"That's easy," Jacen snorted, "We were following an erratic driver, or a suspicious car... could not get the plate until we were off the highway," he pointed at Ann's plate number, which glowed on the car's laptop, Both men knew the odds of anyone asking questions were small.

"It'd be quite the scene," Sam added as the cruiser slipped back onto the mostly empty highway, "Her bent over the hood taking that big cock from behind." Jacen nodded.

"It'll happen soon enough, Sam," the bouncer and cop's smile was cruel, "Hell, you can even enjoy sloppy seconds when we do it." Jacen's partner rolled his eyes, but he did not argue.

***

Ann was a mess by the time she had finished her first set on Friday night. She had gotten home tearing her clothes off on the way to the bedroom and was riding Tom's limp cock before he was really awake. He had been quick to get with the program, catching her breasts, deftly tweaking her erect nipples with his thumbs as his cock had come erect, pushing into his wife's dripping sex.

Arching her back, Ann had humped against him even harder, hips shimmying. She had reached down, working her clit when it was not pressed against her husband's pelvis. And it had worked, her excitement building to the point she had known she was going to be able to cum, in just a minute or two.

"Ahhh!" Tom had erupted then, his hands dropping off of her breasts, moving over her thighs as she had tried fervently to get herself off on his shriveling cock. She had barely managed to hide her frustration as she reluctantly slid off of Tom, lying beside him in the bed.

"Must've been quite the night?" he teased, a hand moving up and down her taut thigh.

"Mmmm," Ann shrugged, "My last lap dance was a groom the bachelor party had paid to 'sacrifice,' you know the drill." Tom nodded, having seen a couple while there to watch his wife. "Well he was a sweet young man," Ann continued, "Reminded me of you, so I found myself wanting you there... and I still wanted you when I got home." She ran a nail around one of Tom's nipples, "That's okay, isn't it?" Tom chuckled.

"I learned long ago to take advantage of whatever gets your motor running baby." He slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, "I love you." Ann had kissed him, murmuring her own love. When he had relaxed his grip, though, she left her hand resting on his chest. "Since we're able to... enjoy ourselves again now, and since Les is offering that I work fewer nights, considering how much I'm making, I think I'm going to keep dancing for awhile.

"I doubt Les wants preggers dancing," Tom pointed out. Ann slapped his shoulder.

"I could dance for a couple months even after," she countered, "And I don't know yet if we managed this time." She felt bad about lying to him, but not badly enough to tell him the truth.

"Well, if that's what you want," Tom had shrugged, "The money is pretty amazing. And you've certainly come into your own sexually." Ann giggled at that.

"Who knows, some day I might even decide you can have my ass," she was not sure why she said it, although she had been wondering if she would feel him enough that way to get off faster.

"Seriously?" Tom was more alert, and Ann worried he would be suspicious.

"Well," she shrugged, "You've already been there now..."

"I know, I know... And I'm sorry about that... I wasn't trying to..."

"Shhh, it's okay," Ann patted Tom's shoulder, "We were both just really into it but got out of sync. But it wasn't as bad as I thought, you know?"

"Really?"

"Well, you were in and out before I really knew it, but it didn't hurt," she had answered honestly. "It just seems... Well, maybe someday. If you're a really good boy," she finished. Tom rolled his eyes, aware when his wife was playing games, even if he knew he responded to those games.

Ann's Thursday was spent doing overdo housecleaning duties and ignoring the persistent need to have a real cock. More than once she considered asking Jacen to send another picture. And when she was looking through her phone, she stumbled across the video clips that the guys had taken with her phone. In short order she had watched them all, body responding to the images of her moaning and twitching and begging for black cock. Though horrified that the videos were on her phone, Ann could not bring herself to delete them. Instead, she had opened a new blind Google email account, sending the files to herself before deleting them from her phone. She found herself seated at the kitchen table, legs wide, three fingers buried in her dripping sex, remembering the morning after she had understood Jacen was not a booze fueled fantasy.

It had been more than a week since he had been inside of her, but instead of easing, her need had only increased. And she did not have even the release of dancing that night. So she dressed provocatively, a shelf bra T under a button front shirt and short shorts with a thong, knowing Tom would not be able to resist.

He had not, either, and they had enjoyed a brief frenetic coupling in the kitchen, after which giggling like school kids they had eaten cheese and grapes, finishing the bottle of wine Ann had opened during the day before they considered getting dressed and seeing about dinner.

As fun as it was... as much as she loved feeling Tom thrusting into her, though, it was not the same. And it did not begin to quench the fire between her thighs. Tom surprised her that night, fondling and kissing the perpetually aroused wife and dancer until he was confident she was not going to argue before he pulled her onto her hands and knees riding her doggie style to his climax in only a little more time than the evening's first coupling. Ann had dutifully left her ass in the air, murmuring she 'wanted to catch his baby' as her husband had fallen asleep a blissfully ignorant smile lighting his face.

Ann had climbed out of bed after his breathing steadied, paying no mind to the jism oozing down her inner thighs as she had padded into the den, looking at the video clips on the computer and masturbating to a marginally satisfying climax, and wondering when she would again have Jacen inside of her.

Tom woke her with a kiss as he left on Friday, urging her to 'wake him up like that again' when she got home from her shift. Without really thinking about it, Ann told her husband Hilary and some of the other dancers had talked about getting some drinks after the club closed. Tom shrugged, told her to be careful, and that he would see her whenever she got home.

Ann struggled with guilt over lying to her husband and the knowledge that because of that lie if Jacen was working she would have time to be with him. She chose not to consider Tom's hope that she would wake him when she got home; she still was not sure how long after the bouncer's big cock was done plumbing her pussy and ass that it would not look or feel different to her husband. But he was a sound sleeper, so she told herself she could at least shower, first.

The pill went down with her morning coffee, a ritual she was determined to keep, having had friends who missed one day and wound up catching, and she paged through the paper, although anticipation about the coming shift kept her distracted and aroused for most of the day.

She arrived early, hoping to see the big bouncer before her first set, to let him know she was available. He was nowhere to be found, and she made small talk with the other girls, wondering if they felt the same buzz of need that was always at the edge of her consciousness. Les asked if she was going to melt the place down again, and she blushed, assuring him and the other dancers she was going to try to tone it down. The club owner waved a hand, assuring her he had no problems with her 'enthusiasm,' and reminding the other dancers that they benefited from Ann's getting the crowd hot and bothered, too.

Even so, her first set was nothing special, but then she was not dancing for Jacen. She did her numbers, smiling at the guys lining the stage and urging her on. Sure the tips were lower, but they was still more money from just that first set than she could have earned doing anything else, and she had four more to go, not to mention working the floor.

She had resolutely not asked anyone about Jacen, and had decided the bouncer was on duty at his other job as she finished working the floor and prepared for her second set in the dressing room. She had told the bartenders she wanted to alternate between spiked and virgin drinks, and finished a with alcohol tumbler, giggling at the warmth that flowed out through her limbs as she mimed a couple of the more acrobatic moves for her next set while walking to the back of the stage. She was so lost in her own preparations for her dance, and in the impressive pole work being done by Ashlin, a petite former gymnast whose effervescence meant lots of fans despite her barely B cup chest, that she was unaware anyone else was standing behind the curtains until he spoke, his breath touching the back of her neck.

"She does good pole work, but nothing like you can do." Ann's knees trembled. Hell, her entire body shivered. But she looked back in the dark, first, acutely aware that it might not be just Jacen. She grinned, seeing the big bouncer, standing less than a foot away, looking over her head out at Ashlin's last song.

"I've been thinking about you," she managed, relieved they were alone. God, she wanted to touch him. "Can I... Are you available after work?" Jacen's smile was visible even in the dim back hall.

"I was hoping you'd ask," he told her, "It's been too long since I was inside of you." Ann found she could only nod. She was mentally trying to decide if she had time to jump on the big bouncer's cock right there before Ashlin's number ended. "So you're ready to party after work?" Ann nodded again.

"Is... Is Billy going to be along?" Jacen snorted.

"Why, my cock ain't enough for you?" Ann's eyes went wide and she looked around in fear.

"No! That's not it, I just... I didn't know if it was going to be just us, or..." Jacen was laughing, and she blushed, hating how easily he could goad her.

"Relax, little slut," he winked, "Billy has to work, and I think I can find a date for Angel." Ann blinked.

"Angel?" she was aware of the song wrapping up, the crowd cheering.

"Yeah, Angel Rodriguez," Jacen said quietly, stepping away from her, "They call him A-Rod, down at the precinct, you know, like the baseball player?" Ann nodded reflexively, "And it's not because he plays baseball, if you know what I mean. But I think Hilary can keep him satisfied..." He swatted her ass, then, from too far away for Ann to retaliate, and Ashlin was almost to the back curtains. "Now put on a good show for me, my married slut."

Ann had done just that, giving vent to the pent up arousal and desire, and spurred by the knowledge that Jacen was there, and that in just a few hours they would be together again. She prowled the stage, matching the beat of the song with her steps, and quickly stripping off the bustier and Velcro thong, reveling in the cheers of the men watching below, urging her on as she humped herself against the front pole, spun like a top on the back pole, kicking her legs out and giving the entire room a clear view of her wet pussy as she rotated almost perpendicular to the ground.

She brought her knees in, increasing the speed of her rotation, and slingshot to the front pole, spinning again with her knees still bent but spread wide, before letting go at and skidding almost off of the stage on her knees. Her attention was focused on Jacen, who had taken up his usual position in the crowd. She looked down, gauging her slide. Ann's smile grew at the reaction of the young man at the end of the stage as he considered the possibility she might slide right onto his lap. He leaned back, eyes widening, fixed on her dripping sex. Her knees were less than two inches from the edge of the stage when she stopped sliding. Pumping her hips, raising and lowering at her knees as well to match the pumping tempo, Ann smiled down at the young man.

'Like it?' she mouthed. He nodded, hand trembling as he slipped a $10 into her garter. Ann threw her head back as if his move had reached her sex, She froze, hips upthrust, knees wide. Her hands cupped her bare breasts, right hand pinching that nipple as the left dropped to her wet sex. She ran three fingers deep between her aroused inner labia, letting the crowd see her shiver at her own touch, and then dragged her wet fingers up her torso, breaking contact at her breasts. She brought her fingertips to her lips, licked, then sucked them wantonly, and then leaned forward, kissing the young man not on the cheek as was the rule, but on the lips.

She arced gracefully to her feet, then, beaming at the shouting crowd. Spinning, she bent at the waist, twitching her ass as she reached down, spreading her sex with two fingers, showing herself off to the front of the crowd. More pole work finished the first song. Mindful of possible fines, she caught the gauzy scarf that had served as her top, holding it in front of her as she worked the men thronging the stage through the second song. A $10 spot or better earned a close up nipple pinch or clit tweak, but no one else got the 'special kiss' she had offered during the first song. It did not seem to matter, the men were throwing money at her, and seemed not to care that she was not really dancing. She returned to working the poles for the last song, Finishing at the front, twerking against the front pole, only the brass hiding her sex, which was deliciously stimulated by the smooth metal. Ann cried out, miming an orgasm, as the song ended, the sound mostly obscured by the howling crowd.

Hilary had stepped haughtily onto the back of the stage, awaiting Ann's approach. The red head threw a leg out sideways, stopping Ann's departure, and then pivoted, curling her leg around Ann's thigh. The women were entwined, Hilary's hands grasping Ann's ass as she pressed her lips against Ann's chest, sucking hungrily at her already erect right nipple. Ann's hand rose, encouraging the intimacy, and she unconsciously ground her pelvis against the smaller red head, memories of their shared weekend more present in her consciousness than the crowd. She gasped as one of Hilary's hand slipped around the front of her thigh—the front hand that the audience could see. She dipper two fingers into Ann's sex, and Ann groaned, reeling backwards and literally falling through the curtain as Hilary spun away from her and strutted down stage to take the back pole.

She would have landed on her ass, except that strong hands were there, arresting her fall. Ann nearly began to grind against her guardian, assuming it was Jacen. She stopped though, and blushed, realizing nearly too late that it was Mitch.

"Damn," the bouncer shifted, obviously aroused, and as obviously anxious that she not notice, "That was something else." Panting, Ann patted his muscled bicep, stepping back to open some space between them.

"Thanks," she smiled, panting, "Think that'll keep my dance card full?"

"That's why I'm back here," the bouncer nodded toward the privates, "They're lining up for you already. Les told me to take you straight back there."

"Like this?" Ann pirouetted the dim lighting from the dressing room flashing on her base skin as she teased Mitch, almost unconsciously. He flushed, looked away, then managed to find her eyes again.

"Probably better throw something on, first," he motioned toward the dressing room, and Ann hurried to grab a thong and modesty bra. Mitch waited in the back pass through, and she wondered at that, since Jacen, Dean, and the other bouncers were not shy about visiting the girls while they were getting ready. She asked him about is as they headed to the privates through the dancer's passageway at the back. She felt him shrug, though it was dark enough she did not really see it.

"Dunno," he said, "I see you on stage if I want to see some T&A... I just figure you girls should have some privacy."

"Chivalry isn't dead," she teased, patting his arm, not wanting to offend him, "Thank, Mitch. It's good to know you're out here." The bouncer pointed to an open bay near the private hall's entrance to the club.

"Better take number two, there."

"Why?" He shook his head, eyeing her as if unsure if she was serious.

"That... That performance was hot enough I may have to drag some drunken schmuck off of you." Mitch was not far off. Twice in the first hour Ann had to call the bouncer in to cool an overexcited guest off. And they were all much more handsy than she was used to. It did not help that she was already more than a little excited knowing what was coming at the end of her shift. She was more tolerant than usual, thinking maybe her arousal was spurring them on, and that maybe she was overreacting and that guys in the privates usually got to palm her ass or cup a breast. When guy after guy repeated the same 'accidental' moves what had shocked her and triggered outrage a couple weeks before seemed completely normal to the distracted housewife.

The third guy—the first that Mitch got to remove from the club—was more forward, as well. He had managed to get ahold of her ass with one hand and her opposite breast, and was mercilessly pinching and twisting her nipple. Ann swatted the hand pawing her chest away, angrily asking him what he thought he was doing.

"Damn, slut," the guy pouted, leaning back as if he had learned his lesson, "You were begging for it up on stage. Don't tell me now you're suddenly miss schoolgirl pure. I mean if that's your game, that makes you a fuckin' tease..." at which point he had sat back up, trying to get his mouth onto Ann's breast. And at which point she had called for Mitch.

Since the songs were started in the booths, unlike the floor where guys always waited for the start of a new song to get 'the most' out of their twenty dollars, Ann spent more time dancing than out on the floor. As the last night she had worked, Les had the other girls skip her space in the rotation, as she kept on servicing guests in the privates. She took ten minutes when there was finally a break, walking through the back of the club looking for Jacen without success until there was not time to do anything but get ready to dance again. She was out of the normal dance order, which meant she followed Emily instead of Ashlin.

Although she tried to tone her dance down—it was not the over the top performance of before—her arousal and the urging of the crowd assured that she was more aggressive and blatant than usual. After all, every minute that passed meant she was closer to getting relief. Paula, a Vietnamese dancer, followed her set, and made sure to stop, kissing Ann passionately before leaping into her set, while the housewife flopped into the seat at her station, gathering her thoughts for a moment before donning fresh clothes and heading out onto the floor.

The moment she stepped through the curtain she saw guys waving for her to join them. But Les was waving as well. Finger waving to her many 'admirers,' the married dancer moved through the crowd to the owner's table.

"Looking great as always," Les smiled up at her. Ann smiled.

"Thanks," she said, "I think the new schedule is going to work well... At least until I'm pregnant." She was not about to admit to anyone that she was back on the pill.

"Good," the owner nodded, "You're a natural, you know."

"So you're not worried I'm going to get you busted." Les snorted.

"Considering what else goes on in the privates?" So he DID know what some of the dancers were doing. She realized she was not all that surprised. "No, you keep putting on shows like that, kiddo. That's just what the club needs." Pleased, Ann took the drink that Kathleen had brought, toasting her boss.

"So you like those drinks I suggested," he smiled. Ann nodded.

"They alternate with virgin drinks so I'm not sloppy drunk," Ann explained.

"All right, shake that ass... make me some money," the owner winked, and Ann moved away. She had not gotten a table farther into the room before several guys were waving money at her, but Dean was suddenly beside her.

"Sorry, guys, I know she'd love to spend some time with you, but she's got people waiting in back." Two of the three relented, but the third snorted.

"Giving it up in the back now, slut?" Ann reared back, shocked, but Dean was already leaning in close to the boor.

"One, this is a lady. It's supposed to be a gentlemen's club. If you can't be a gentleman, get out. Two, if you want a dance, pay the waitress and she'll put you on the list. But three, you should listen to Chris Rock... There is no sex in the champagne room. Do you really think she'd do you back there for another $30?" The man had blanched the moment Dean laid into him. The bouncer looked to his friends. "Maybe your friend needs to leave," he paused, "But if you want a dance with Ann tonight, I think it's going to have to be back in the privates... And at this rate, it'll probably be pretty close to close."

Relieved at the speed that the bouncer had come to her defense, and pleased at what he had said, Ann hooker her arm through his as they crossed the club to the privates. Guys shouted for her and she smiled and waved, shrugging and mouthing 'sorry' when people tried to get her to join them for a lap dance. And more than once she pointed toward the stage, not wanting to distract the crowd from Paula's set.

Her night became an unending 'dance, gently scold, thank, and escort out man after man from the private booth, at which point Mitch would introduce her next guest and the process would repeat. Her dance card was not as full as Dean had suggested; the two men who had backed off each paid for a private dance, and both apologized for their friend and were less touchy than the other men. The second was so intent on keeping his hand glued to the arms of his chair that Ann curled her fingers between his opposite hand, bringing his palm up to her stomach as she undulated against him. He had promptly lost control, but that happened more often than not, and did not surprise her anymore.

Of course, her next spot in the rotation was too quick, and she was still steadily entertaining in the privates when Emily danced again. She was more than a little tired, having performed without real pause for most of six hours. But she was also still aroused, and acutely aware of the ticking clock. Mitch had sent a man back to one of the tables on the main floor as she came out with her just satisfied guest.

"I'm going to have to leave," he said apologetically, "Les doesn't want to pay overtime. So he wants you to dance again." Ann nodded, looking at the clock on the wall in the bar. It was nearly one, later than she usually did her last set. "Dean will cover the door when you get back over here."

"I still have dances?" Ann was less than thrilled. She would have rather spent some time on the floor, where the work was easier." Mitch snorted.

"Oh, you will," he shook his head, "You could stand in a muumuu at the back of the stage and guys would be paying for privates."

"But there aren't any scheduled?"

"Nope. Les told the gals to cut it off, so you could work the floor for awhile, too." Ann was pleased that the owner recognized the importance of being seen on the floor, or getting a break from the privates at least... or both. She thanked Mitch again, rising up on tip toes to give him a peck on the cheek before wending her way through the club, pantomiming that she would be back and then slipping backstage to get ready.

As she started her third set, Ann told herself to take it easy, but the smoldering need, which had built steadily over a night of sexy dancing, soon pushed her into more openly erotic moves. And the crowd urged her on. Mid-way through the second song she thought she saw Jacen, but not in his usual spot, nearer to the bar. Awareness that he was watching further amplified her performance. She wanted to punish him, though, for not being backstage where she could have eased her need, and resolutely did not look again until the end of her set.

Astraddle the front pole, hand locked around the brass over her head, Ann humped herself against the metal, up and down, up and down, the length of Jacen's cock. Her head dropped back as she climaxed, moaning over the cheering crowd, stomach rippling visibly. She lifted her head, then, fixing her gaze on Jacen... except, to her embarrassment, it was not Jacen, but another black man she had never before seen. He was watching intently, and seemed to know that she was looking at him, because he winked. Already blushing, Ann lunged upright, focusing on the men at the edge of the stage in a too late attempt to pretend she had not been staring at a stranger seconds after getting off in front of him. She smiled automatically at the adoring faces ringing the stage, and sashayed off. There was not another dancer to begin her set; it was 'last call' and Deon stepped out from behind his stand, walking the stage as some of the other girls came out to scoop up Ann's errant bills, reminding the patrons to tip their waitresses, warning the bar was closing in just 10 minutes, and that private dances were being cut off. There was a cheer about that, that Ann failed to realize was from men intent on having her dance for them before close.

Backstage, the housewife wondered who it was that had been watching her; there were men of all races that came to the club, sure, but few that had that... presence. She had honestly thought that it was the big bouncer. Curious, she donned her bra and panties, stepped into her heels, and returned to the floor, ignoring the rest of her break. Immediately men began to wave for her, and she found herself smiling and making small talk with regulars and 'new fans' as they insisted they were. She obligingly climbed onto an overweight regular, and one lap dance became three became five. The songs were shorter—it was the end of the night, and the dancers were not idiots.

As she danced, Ann eyed the club, but the big man she had seen while she was on stage was gone. After six lap dances, she checked the clock, expecting it was nearly close. And she was right... fifteen minutes to 2. She thanked the men who had just been ogling her from less than two feet away, encouraging them to come again, when another of the dancers, passing her, nudged her shoulder and pointed. Ann was surprised to see Dean waving at her from his stool by the private booths. She hurried over, puzzled about what the bouncer needed.

"Got one more for you," he motioned with his head toward the booths.

"I thought they stopped..." Ann shrugged, realizing that she did not remember another night when Les had closed the private booths before close.

"He did not want you working just the privates tonight," Dean explained, "But since you have gotten to work the floor for a bit, I guess he decided one more was all right." Ann nodded.

"It's going to run right up to close, isn't it?"

"Don't worry, one of us will still be here." She nodded again, and honestly had not worried about that. She stepped into the hall, hearing some complaints behind her, as there were still men who had wanted a lap dance on the floor before close. She heard Deon announce that it was ten minutes to close, and advising people to settle up, and to come again.

Ann paused at the second booth, expecting it would be occupied, but it was vacant. Then again, Mitch was not working any longer, and Dean would not have known about their arrangement. She moved down the dimly lit hall, peeking into the booths. The singles were all empty, though, and Ann almost returned to the front, thinking Dean was playing a joke, when she heard movement in the next booth. It was one of the 'party rooms.'

Ann pushed the drape aside and slipped into the room, her professional smile in place.

"Here you are, baby, I..." She blinked, aware that she was staring, unable for too long to stop. It was the man she had seen while dancing. But he had not been on the floor when she came out? When had he arranged for the private, she wondered, even as she stepped further into the room. "Guess you get to be my last dance of the evening," she said, "I think I saw you during my last set." The big man nodded. He had not yet spoken. "Do you know what you want to listen to?" He nodded, reaching over and selecting a piece, demonstrating by doing so that he was familiar with the club's set up.

Ann was surprised when Rush began to play through the speakers—not the usual choice of her guests. She moved up, straddling the man's heavily muscled thighs and thinking to herself that he was very similar to Jacen. The comparison fanned the flames of her desire, and for a moment she imagined herself reversed in position, eagerly riding the man's cock as she had Jacen's just weeks before. Flustered, she shook her head, her long hair fanning out sexily, and asked if the man had enjoyed his evening. He nodded again, not responding. Biting her lower lip, Ann stripped off the modesty bra, setting it within reach to the side. Her nipples were already hard, and as she kept swaying, eyes closed, aware that he was getting hard beneath her, she reached up, absently pinching them.

Realizing what she was doing, Ann stopped, but instead set her hands on the man's shoulders. Beneath her shifting crotch, he was still growing in his pants, and she could tell he had an impressive tool. She smiled, relieved that as soon as the music ended she could go in search of Jacen and his own wonderful cock. As the song continued, she reversed positions, which again brought memories of the night with Jacen, but her guest was not aggressive in the least. In fact, she found herself pressing against him harder, wanting him to respond.

"You're a quiet one," she teased, thinking the song was coming to an end, "If we had time I might have to suggest you enjoy a second song in order to fully enjoy your time here." As she spoke, the man smiled, bright white teeth, but still he said nothing. And the song continued. "I'm sorry about that when I came in, I was just surprised since I had not seen you when I came out from dancing."

"You were looking for me?" The man's voice was comically high, and Ann was glad she was facing away from him. It reminded her of that boxer... what was his name... The man shifted beneath her, and abruptly there was more pressure against her sex. Ann gasped, aware that she was pressing down against him too, and unable to stop herself.

"Well, I had not seen you," she managed, "And you seemed to be enjoying yourself."

"I'd say you were the one enjoying yourself," his voice was taunting, "How can you dance like that and not tear off all of your clothes and fuck whoever's nearby when you're done?"

"I..." She gulped, aware she had almost admitted she has. "I have a very lucky husband," she managed. Her guest was quiet for a time, and she told herself he was surprised by what she had said. Based upon the erection straining against his pants, it had not put him off. She leaned back against him, letting her hair cascade over his head. Aware he might be tempted to grab her breasts, she did not remain in place, giggling at the way her hair tangled in his tightly trimmed hair when she chose to turn around once again.

"Is this your song or something?" Ann asked, several minutes later, she was sure. Her thighs were burning she had been astraddle her guest for so long, and she was more or less seated firmly on his erection. Anxious to get him off so she could go find Jacen, Ann began to shift forward and back, once again bracing her hands on the man's broad shoulders. He was leaning back, though, and the position soon had her breasts swinging suggestively. It also was building her beyond aroused and towards orgasmic.

"Oh no," he laughed, "But it's a great deal." Ann was puzzled, but she went on dancing. And dancing.

"Sugar," she managed, long after she should have been able to get the big man off, "I may have to offer a refund. It's gotta be close to close, and I can't stay late tonight. I'm sorry, but honestly, I don't know if I have it in me to dance any longer." The man sat up, and Ann was surprised at how close their groins were. She had stopped moving, but the heat where his chest was pressed against her swollen nipples made it feel like they were still moving against each other.

"It's okay," the man smiled, "I was just killing time, anyway." Ann was again puzzled. He lifted a hand, checking his watch, and then frowned. "Damned if I didn't lost a bet, too," he complained.

"What?"

"That's a 20 minute song," he nodded at the screen, "And you've been dancing without stopping for 17 minutes."

"I told him you'd be able to keep at it at least fifteen," Ann gasped, turning as Jacen stepped into the room behind her, "He bet you wouldn't make it ten."

"Why in God's name is that on the play list?" Ann asked, horrified.

"Oh, it isn't really," Jacen chuckled, "But Deon helped me to load it back here in the party room... As a prank." Ann nodded, her need making it hard to think clearly. She was still half naked astraddle a stranger, while her black lover was standing a few feet away. God she wanted the club to have closed, so she could have Jacen to herself. And then she remembered what he had said.

"So you're Angel," the man beneath her smiled.

"Pleased to meet you." Angel smiled, "But call me A-rod... All my friends do." Ann wiggled playfully on his lap.

"I bet they do." She looked back at Jacen, "But if I've been dancing for seventeen minutes..." The bouncer nodded.

"Most everybody's gone home," he finished, "Oh, I think there are a couple stragglers among the dancers, and Les may still be in his office, but they've closed the bar, the bank, and the dressing room. I'm the one locking up tonight," he winked, "After we're finished, of course." Ann smiled at him, aware that she should move—she was so wet she was going to leave a spot on A-rod's pants.

"Where's Hilary?" she asked, as Jacen moved closer, suggestively opening his belt. She started to rise, her entire focus on his hands. She missed entirely as A-rod shifted beneath her.

"Oh, she couldn't make it," Jacen shrugged, "So I guess you'll have to take care of us both."

"What?" Ann gasped, "I can't... uhm..." Jacen had pushed his pants down, freeing that amazing cock. She felt her sex twitch with her need. Jacen was moving closer, and God help her, she wanted him, even if he took her as she was astraddle his friend. "Jacen, I can't... I'm married!"

"Oh yes you can," Jacen dragged his swollen cock down the crack of Ann's ass, pressing against her drooling, panty-clad sex as she instinctively thrust her ass back at him. "You'll love it, and you know it." Ann shook her head, but she knew he was right. And looking down, she realized that Angel had opened his pants; the erection she had been rubbing against for more than fifteen minutes waved at her freely, less than a foot away.

"Oh my God," Ann mumbled, shaking her head in useless denial of her arousal and what was about to happen. "Wait... not at once... Not together," she stammered, moaning as Angel's hands closed on her breasts, thumbs tweaking her aching nipples, "One at a time, please, Jacen."

"Now that wouldn't be fair," he scolded, lightly spanking Ann's shifting ass, which made her jump, pressing her chest into his friend's hands. Angel dipped his head close and began to suck on her left nipple. "Can't make him sit and watch after you've been teasing him, can we?" Ann shook her head. Jacen had pulled her thong aside, and she felt the broad head of his cock spreading her inner pussy lips as he seated just the tip.

"God, don't tease!" she whined, pushing back at him, "Fuck me, Jacen!" He held his position, maddeningly close... Barely inside of her, the familiar girth stretching her introitus, a herald of what she was going to feel.

"Shhh," the bouncer worked his hips side to side, teasing the hopelessly aroused wife, "Can't have anyone still in the club know you're getting your black cock fix." Ann's back arched, as she sat up part-way, reminded that others might still be in the club. Jacen let the movement push more of his cock inside of her, and the married stripper shuddered, then pushed back at him again. "Oh no," he swatted Ann's ass once again, "I told you, no making Angel watch. Show him what a good little cocksucker you are," he demanded. Ann's head dropped, leaving her mouth inches from the stranger's jutting erection. But she did not obey at once, struggling for enough self-control to refuse. Jacen backed out entirely then, and Ann whimpered, a moment before she engulfed Angel's cockhead with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the blunt tip.

Jacen rewarded his slut, pushing just his cockhead back inside of her. Ann's hips shimmied and bucked, then stilled as instead she began to bob her head. Jacen matched the tempo, guessing at how deeply she was taking his friend. Ann whined around Angel's cock.

"That's it, my slut," Jacen cooed, "I'll go as deep as you do... You know you can do it..." There was a muffled sob, but immediately Ann began to bob her head more deeply on his shaft. Angel offered Jacen a 'thumbs up' when she was taking half of his shaft—their preplanned signal. Jacen thrust more deeply into the cock addicted wife, rewarding her. And urging her on. "Yeah," Jacen praised a minute later, "That's it, slut... Now hold him in your throat... Suck him off." He kept matching the tempo. Leaving his entire cock buried in her clenching box as she swallowed Angel, keeping her nose buried in the other man's groin for long seconds before backing off, only to repeat the motion. He set a steady pace, then fucking in and out of her, ignoring what she was doing, confident she would continue. The elastic leg of her thong was rubbing though, and after another minute Jacen backed out.

Ann's bobbing head never slowed. One hand was bracing on the base of Angel's cock, the other dropped between her legs, frigging her leaking seam. Jacen ripped the thong away, then moved up behind her once again.

"Yeah," he taunted, "That's my little cocksucker... Suck that strange cock." Her body trembled. "Oh, you want more cock, slut?" he continued. She nodded, her response muffled by Angel's cock. But Jacen knew the answer. "Then put me in, slut," He went still angling his body slightly for the club's carefully hidden cameras best view as Ann reached back, catching the shaft of his thick cock behind his mushroom head, and pulling him once again inside of her hungry cunt...


Recession Blues Ch. 05

Chapter 5: Blue Plate Special

"Hnnnn!" Ann was glad that A-Rod's cock was thrust snugly into her throat. She was dimly aware that there might still be people in the club, and without that, her cries as she came on Jacen's big cock might have betrayed what they were doing. She sucked harder at the new acquaintance's big cock as a measure of thanks, reluctantly backing off to get another breath before taking him again to the root. She wished she could bob her head and suck at him more, thinking it would get him off faster, but her need drove her to swallow his entire shaft again and again, holding him in place for as long as she could, because Jacen was somehow matching her tempo, and only gave her all of that gorgeous meat when she was deep throating his friend.

Her hips and abdomen were still twitching as her climax eased, without decreasing her arousal or need. Soon enough she was again consciously shimmying her hips, trying to get Jacen to fuck into her faster. The big cop, though, went on matching the pace she was setting. She sought a compromise, driving her face down into Angel's crotch, taking him all the way, then backing off more quickly, sucking until the top, where she would get a breath before again letting the stranger's cock fill her throat. She moved faster, hungry to have Jacen fuck her faster, but dutifully deep throating Jacen's friend on every stroke to be certain she was filled up in turn by the big bouncer.

It worked, building her arousal, and Ann moved even faster, wanting more. She squealed around A-Rod's cock as Jacen spanked her right ass cheek.

"Yeah, you ever get off like that on hubby's cock, slut?" Ann shook her head, pushing back at Jacen, hungry to get off again. "That's right," Jacen chuckled and fed her drooling cunt his entire length as she backed off of A-Rod, the change in tempo, emphasizing the thrust, making her whine. "This cunt is mine. See what I told you, A-Rod?" She heard the men slap hands above her back. Jacen went on pumping into her from behind with full rapid thrusts, and the white housewife pushed her knees farther apart, tilting her ass and pushing back, welcoming him.

"Damn," the other man said appreciatively, his voice still so high Ann nearly smiled around his impressive cock, "You wern' lyin', J. This ho got a mouth like a Hoover." Ann found she was pleased rather than offended by his compliment. She bobbed her head more quickly, sucking at him harder. A-Rod was panting, hips coming up to meet her lips. She could feel her next orgasm approaching. "When do I get to try that BBC cunt?"

"My sharing that cocksucking mouth ain't enough?" Jacen snorted behind Ann, slowing his pace, which made the aroused wife and stripper whine in protest. The men chuckled, slapping hands again. Ann thought Jacen was close; she was sure A-Rod was about to cum. Jacen spanked her right haunch again, pulling out of her hungry seam. "Sit up, slut," he demanded, ignoring her cock-muffled protest, "Show your new friend my fine black cock loving cunt." Ann was blushing as she sat up, wiping her mouth, aware of Angel's eyes roaming over her totally naked body. Jacen's cock was heavy at the small of her back as the bouncer used his body to nudge Ann forward, closer to Angel. Her legs were spread more wide apart by A-Rod's muscular thighs. Looking down, Ann saw the stranger's naked cock, glistening with her saliva, jutting upwards inches in front of her aroused sex.

Jacen's right hand closed on Ann's bare breast, fingers pinching, then kneading her erect nipple. Her body undulated, her clit almost brushing Angel's shaft. She was aware that she was panting as much as A-Rod. "Go on, slut," Jacen murmured, his lips by her ear before he bent to kiss her neck, "Put him inside." Ann closed her eyes, dimly aware she should refuse. She shook her head, even as her manicured fingers curled around the end of the stranger's shaft, her hips coming up as she lifted her ass off of his thighs, levering forward until the blunt crown of his cock pushed against her swollen clit, and dragged against her, slipping back, between her splayed, dripping labia. A-Rod remained passive, leaning back against the plush chair as Ann slipped him into her sex, settling onto him easily. His hips rose when she paused, seating the last of his cock into her sex, the movement making Ann gasp as her feet came off of the floor. Her body rotated forward, closer to Angel's hairless chest.

She had only slight leverage where her knees were against the edge of the cushion, but she immediately began to take advantage of it, hips moving, back arching as she fucked herself on A-Rod's bare cock. Not as big as Jacen, the found herself thinking, biting the right edge of her lower lip as her pleasure again began to build, but bigger than Tom. And Jacen's fingers were expertly working her nipples. The bouncer's lips were tracing a line of heat at the sides of her neck. Moaning, Ann let her head fall forward, her hair masking her face. Catching A-Rod's thick biceps in her hands, she began to ride him more earnestly. Jacen's lips moved to the skin over her spine at the base of her neck, and Ann's breath caught. God, that felt good.

"Damn," Angel panted before he used his forehead to displace Jacen's right hand, sucking her nipple into his mouth.

"I know it," Jacen agreed from his position over and behind Ann, "But now I'm getting left out." Ann was close enough to her climax the last thing she wanted was to stop fucking A-Rod. But she wanted Jacen inside of her, too. She started to pivot at the waist, intent on sucking Jacen's cock. A-Rod bit down on her nipple and she cried out, back arching as if pushing her nipple against his face might ease the pain. "... down on it." She had missed what the bouncer was telling his friend.

In the next second, though, the back of the seat dropped almost horizontal. She knew the seats reclined, which was no surprise, but the bottom, which usually came up when a dancer or customer pulled on the lever inside of the chair's right handle stayed down. She kept her hands on Angel's biceps and found herself riding him. He had released her tortured nipple, but as she went on humping up and down, his fingers rose, cruelly pinching and twisting, making her cry out once more.

"That's it," Jacen's hand applied pressure at the small of Ann's back, and the impaled housewife obediently leaned down over the bouncer's friend, "Now I can have my fun, too..." And before she could think about what he meant—she was right on the edge of her climax—the bouncer's big black cock was pushing into her ass, just above where Angel's was filling her cunt.

"No, wait!" Ann started, stifling her own protest at the fear that someone in the club would hear them. She desperately tried to shift higher, but Angel's hands had dropped to the front of her hip on each side, locking her in place.

Jacen snorted, "Shit, slut," he was still pushing relentlessly into her ass, "You know you can take this... You get off on anal like no woman I've ever seen." Ann shook her head, not in denial of what he was saying, but silently trying to tell him to stop... Having both of them between her legs, thrust up inside of her hurt. The burning seemed to amplify with each inch of Jacen's big cock that the bouncer seated. She guessed he was half inside of her when he stopped. Still shaking her head, Ann wondered if crying out would stop the painful assault; if being discovered was worth ending the pain. Jacen swatted her ass again sharply.

"Remind her what she's getting off on, A-Rod," Jacen urged his friend. A-Rod lifted his hips, pumping a few inches in and out of Ann's filled pussy. She had collapsed against his chest, but he had a thumb over her nipple and worked it as he thrust up into her sex, the root of his cock bumping her still erect clit at the top of each thrust. Jacen held still, and despite the pain and her fear, the pleasure of A-Rod's cock moving in and out of her led to her relaxing, welcoming the pressure of the cock moving in her cunt. And as soon as she relaxed, Jacen lunged forward, seating nearly the rest of his cock in her bottom.

Ann opened her mouth to scream—she did not care who heard—but A-Rod's hand closed over the back of her head, pulling her into a kiss that swallowed her cry. The men moved in time, each thrust eliciting a keening whine from the double stuffed white wife. She could not focus to cry, to beg them to stop or wait. She could not even coordinate her limbs to push against them. And soon enough, to her relief the pain ebbed. Less than two minutes after Jacen had thrust his broad cockhead through Ann's sphincter, the high pitched protests had transformed to panting moans. Ann was impossibly filled, the combined movement leaving her imagining a single enormous cock thrusting into her.

"You were right, ese," Angel chortled beneath her, "She does get off fast on a DP."

"Told you," Jacen laughed, spanking Ann's ass again, "Don't you, my slut?" Ann nodded, but she was still distracted by her impending orgasm, and was not really paying attention to what was being said. He spanked her ass still again, "No no no, you know the rules, slut," and he pulled almost fully out of her ass.

"No!" Ann reached back blindly, not wanting him to pull out... Wanting, she realized with a flush of arousal and shame, for both men to go on fucking her, "Don't stop... It's amazing. Give me that big black cock... Fuck my ass, baby. I want both of your cocks!" Jacen relented, but this time A-Rod was backing out of her cunt as Jacen thrust himself into her ass. The change left her feeling as if there was a cock endlessly thrusting inside of her, and she began to buck and wheeze as she came. The orgasm seemed to echo and rebound, not stopping as the men went on double fucking her.

"Ahhh" A-Rod stiffened beneath her and she felt the heat of his release deep in her pussy.

"Don't pull out," Jacen warned as his friend went still, thrust fully into Ann's sex, "I'm... not... there yet." He caught hold of Ann's waist, pounding into her for another minute before he began to spew his load. Laughing cruelly, he pulled out mid-way through, spattering Ann's naked back with the last of his load.

Spent, he backed off, and Angel lifted the dazed, still aroused housewife off of his own spent cock. Ann found herself on the floor of the small room. She had automatically cupped a hand between her legs, trying to keep the cum leaking from her cunt from dripping onto the shag carpet.

"C'mon, slut," Jacen caught hold of her long hair, pulling her head toward A-Rod's slack cock, "The man's got business yet, tonight... Clean him up so he can get on his way." She hurried to obey, thinking Jacen was intent on fucking her again after his friend had left.

After a minute Angel pushed her away, teasing that if she did not stop he was going to be ready to go again. She blushed, and smiling over at Jacen, blinked in surprise to find the bouncer was standing nearby, his pants back on, cock hanging free. It was obvious what he expected, and the cock addicted white wife slurped him clean as well. Of course, by the time he stopped her, instead of catching the jism leaking from her seam, Ann was frigging her sex feverishly. She lay back, heedless of what messes had undoubtedly been left on the dark maroon shag carpet, masturbating in front of the men, hoping one of them would relent and take her again.

She stopped, as the men slapped hands, then arm in arm moved for the curtain at the end of the booth. Ann's eyes searched for her bra and panties, anxious not to be seen as she was if anyone else was in the hall beyond the curtain.

"An' she's still hot, bro!" A-Rod laughed, sweeping the curtain aside.

"Always leave them wanting more," she heard Jacen answer before the heavy velvet fabric dropped back into place, leaving her naked, aroused, and alone. Ann was thoroughly conflicted. The orgasm had been amazing... She blushed, as she caught herself wondering when Jacen and Billy might be able to take her together like that. And she was still hot... God, she wanted to cum again. She considered finishing herself off there in the private, booth but worried someone else might still be in the club. Looking down at her body, she was not sure how she could get back to the dressing room, either, so much jism was oozing out of her thoroughly fucked cunt and loose ass, not to mention the cum smeared and drying on her back. If anyone was still in the dressing room there would be no hiding what she had been doing.

Her thong was not going to do anything to staunch the telltale leakage, but just cupping her groin was enough stimulation to her still buzzing sex she found herself applying more pressure, the base of her thumb working her clit. She settled back onto her ass, letting her head fall onto the seat cushion as she began to masturbate in earnest, giggling at the image of slipping out to her car half naked and leaking two other men's cum. She told herself it would help her to think more clearly, and would make it more likely the club was truly empty before she tried to clean up.

She was still sufficiently hot that she did not stop at the first climax, so that it was most of another ten minutes before the panting wife started to think about anything beyond her own pleasure. She was embarrassed that her entire hand was inside of her pussy, something she had never done before. At least the last of the men's fluids seemed to have stopped leaking out of her. She slipped the thong on, hoping she did not look as debauched as she felt. Considering how much of the time she spent half naked, she did not bother with the bra top, carrying it as she slipped out of the private booth, down the dimly lit hallway, and through the back passage to the dressing room.

She was relieved that none of the other girls were left. Pausing, she realized she did not hear Jacen or Angel, either, and wondered if she was alone in the club. She found herself worrying that the bouncer might have armed the alarm, and dug through her purse trying to find the slip of paper with the code to disarm and rearm the system. After a moment of panic, she found it in the drawer at her station.

Ann climbed into the small shower stall, using the handheld unit to clean up from chest down, and scolding herself when directing the spray at her crotch became a temptation to keep it there. The more she calmed down from that demanding arousal, the more guilty she felt at having cheated on Tom again. How could she have let Angel do that? And why had she let Jacen do that simultaneously? Of course, the spray head and the vivid memory of how it had felt as the men were driving into her were more than sufficient answer.

Before arousal was triggered again, she jumped out, shivering in the cold air, and pulled on her sweat bottoms and hoodie without bothering to dry off. She was surprised that the alarm had not been set, and dutifully punched the code in before exiting the club. The parking lot was empty save for her car, so Ann hurried across the asphalt to the RAV, throwing her bag across into the passenger seat as she pulled the door closed.

Her thoughts on the drive home wandered to whether Tom would want to have sex, and whether she would submit, knowing she would not get off. She blushed, scolding herself for considering refusing the man she loved what she had offered... her lover (the thought of which deepened the blush) and his friend—thinking 'stranger' was too alarming.

She was relieved that Tom as asleep. Taking care to bury the soiled bra and panties in the hamper she had set aside for her costumes, Ann slipped into their bed silently. She lay listening to Tom's quiet snores, feeling horrible for letting other men fuck her, even as she knew it was going to happen again. But tired from the day's exertions, the married stripper was not awake long enough for the guilt to guide her thinking to any longer term consequences...

***

Tom's side of the bed was empty when Ann woke late Saturday morning. She was ashamed at the relief she felt, and again at the flicker of annoyance when the toilet flushed a second later and her husband sauntered into the bedroom from their en suite, his erection tenting his sleeping pants.

Instead of circling to his side of the bed, Tom approached hers, smiling widely.

"Nice to see sleeping beauty is finally awake," he teased, "We were starting to feel left out." Ann giggled, even as she realized he meant to have sex. And that she was anything but aroused at the thought of it. And that she could not have him do oral sex, since she had not really cleaned up. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest and putting a hand on his abdomen, stopping his climbing onto the bed.

"Wait!" she protested, "Go start the coffee, let me pee." He made a brief show of considering her request, then turned and padded down the unlit hallway toward the kitchen. Ann waited until she was confident he was not going to turn around with some quip or witticism before she jumped up and hurried into the bathroom. She examined her chest critically, remembering the sharp pain of Angel biting her nipple. But there was no sign. There was some matting of her carefully manicured pubic hair, and she wondered whether shaving bare would be safer, but she felt more like a woman with the thin line of pubic hair.

And she had showered at the club, she reminded herself. Satisfied there was no tell tale mark, she refocused, intent on being adequately aroused, since the thought of sex with her husband was not providing that spark. She set a finger against her clit, settling on the toilet, and closed her eyes as she began to relieve herself, remembering the sensation of not one, but two cocks fucking into her a few hours before.

Her nipples immediately began to stiffen, almost as quickly as the bead of her clit, which swelled, a palpable bead against the pad of her gently massaging index finger. Her arousal was immediate and profound, which was a relief, since at that moment there was a knock on the door.

"Coffee's perking," Tom announced through the door, "You about ready?" Ann forced a smile, snatching three or four squares of toilet paper off of the roll to wipe before she stood, flushing the toilet simultaneously.

"Almost, baby," she answered, pausing to wash her hands. She left the robe she had grabbed off of the back of the bathroom door on the floor, assuming Tom would be waiting at the threshold. When she opened the door, though, she found he had gone back to the bed. Working to maintain her arousal, she pivoted sideways in the doorway, giving him only a profile view as she pointed her toes, lifting the leg nearest her husband, and pressing it against the outside of the door jamb, bracing her knee against the white painted wood.

"Damn," Tom murmured, "A private dance for me?" Ann giggled, letting her shoulders fall back so that her hair hung freely. "You deserve it, baby," she told him, "I wanted to be home sooner last night so we could have fun then too, but Les kept some of us late." She stopped, remembering she had mentioned drinks with Hillary the night before. Tom did not seem to hear what she was saying, or he did not really care; his eyes were fixed on her body and she released the frame and stalked toward him, biting her lower lip suggestively. The ability to with a twitch of a hip or wink of an eye dominate a man—even one who had seen all of her day in and day out and in all of her moods—gave Ann a real jolt of excitement. That power added to her arousal.

She did not stop in front of where her husband was seated on the bed, watching her. Instead, she brought her right hand up, as if to brace herself on his shoulder. She pushed, though, and Tom dropped back onto his back, letting his wife climb up over his body.

"You were asking if I was ready," she purred, batting her eyes suggestively, "What do you think?" As she spoke, her left hand found her husband's right, bringing it to her sex. She moaned theatrically as he curled two fingers up into her. Tom smiled, nodding. He seemed unable to speak. But he began to work his fingers in and out, applying pressure to the top of Ann's sex. "Mmm," she praised, shifting higher, bringing her sex directly above her husband's eager cock.

Ann reached down, catching hold of him, and spread her knees on the bed, lowering her pelvis until his tip was against her spread inner labia and his probing fingers. He pulled his hand away, catching her hip. She settled lower, feeling him push inside of her. Ann stopped, "Hmm, baby?" she shimmied her hips. Tom groaned, hands pulling at her hips, hungry to drive into her fully. "Yesss!" Ann husked as she sank onto him fully. Dimly aware that might be a different response, she arched her back, wincing as if there was discomfort. And despite her real arousal, she was keenly aware that there would be if it was Jacen beneath her.

She used that, letting the thought of Jacen thrusting into her push her arousal higher. Beneath her Tom was panting. She knew he was close, whined at the certainty she was not going to get off. She tried to slow their coupling, but Tom was humping up at her madly.

"Wait," she pressed a hand against his chest, "Slow down baby, I'm..." Tom groaned, and held his ass off of the mattress as he finished up inside of her. Ann cried out, letting her shoulder jerk as she feigned a mutual orgasm. As he quieted, she rolled to her left, toward the pillows, and lifting her legs, slipped one of them beneath her ass. The awareness she was playacting to deceive her husband made her blush, but it did not stop her.

"Got me too excited with that teasing," Tom managed as he calmed, stilly on his back beside her. He lifted his head, looking at her intently, "It was... enough for you?" Ann smiled, pressing a hand against her stomach as if quieting fluttering muscles.

"Oh God yes, baby," she purred, arching her back, then pressing it flat again, and lifting her ass, "Maybe that will do it..." Tom smiled as he sat up.

"Babe," he shook his head, "I think we're behind the curve now." She was surprised that he was aware of her cycle; he had never really seemed to think about it before, had he? She shrugged.

"Hon," she scolded gently, "It can happen anytime from day 1 to day 28." Tom rolled his eyes, but did not argue. The discussion reminded her she needed to take her pill. During the week Tom was gone, so it was no problem, but today...

"Coffee?" her husband asked, standing up and padding toward the doorway, relieving Ann over how she would surreptitiously take the hormones.

"Sounds great," she barely waited for him to be out of the room before she stood up, hurrying to the closet and her purse. She dug through, finding the plastic wheel after too many seconds. She nearly ran back to the bed while trying to free one of the tiny tablets from the foil, but held up, scolding herself for her carelessness. The pill came free and she thrust the case back deep in her purse, then swallowed the pill dry as she rushed back to the bed.

Reclaiming her position on the pillow, Ann nearly relaxed, musing whether she could reach the television remote in her position, but abruptly remembered she had been standing in her closet for a couple minutes. She reached down, finding Tom's fluids had oozed out onto both of her inner thighs. She wiped at both incautiously, looking about... Tom would wonder if she washed the sheets... the Kleenex were too far away...

Ann brought her cum smeared hand to her mouth, reluctantly licking her skin clean. She winced at the salty taste, thinking 'no wonder I never blow him,' before she froze, acutely aware that she did blow Jacen... and whorishly welcomed his jism. Her recollection was of it tasting... Her clit twitched as she admitted it was delicious. Ann pressed her just cleaned hand against her sex, wondering if it was the greater volume... because Jacen came so much more than Tom... As did Billy. And Angel, for that matter.

More than a little aroused at the thinking, and simultaneously ashamed at what she was thinking in her marital bed, Ann resisted the urge to play with herself. She wanted to cum, but knew Tom would be back any minute, and doubted he would miss what that meant if he caught her. So she focused on her breathing, and it was with only a flicker of guilt that she found herself remembering that she would be dancing again that night, and could really get off after work

***

It was a relief when Ann was finally able to go to work. Tom was nearby and unfailingly attentive, which made her feel more guilty, even while she repeatedly found herself fantasizing about sex with Jacen after her shift. It was different from the arousal she had enjoyed after she had started stripping—that excitement she had eagerly shared with Tom. She told herself she should do just that, but it felt like another betrayal.

So she was distant, which of course he noticed, asking repeatedly if she was all right, or if something was bothering her, or if she needed anything. Frankly, it made Ann want to scream. Did he suspect what she was doing? Was it obvious after all? No, the easy way he looped an arm around her waist as they walked through the neighborhood was proof enough he was ignorant of her behavior.

She picked at her salad at lunch, prompting his concerns for she and 'the baby's' health. By his attention she knew he was hoping she would have news for them on that front, and bitterly wondered if he was so anxious for her to have to stop working at the club. And immediately thereafter she was struggling not to burst into tears while admitting all that she had done to ruin their hopes at having a family.

Unsettled at her own fluctuating moods, and that she had even considered telling Tom, she begged off his offer to drive her to the club, suggesting he see if someone from work wanted to go out to the bar to watch a game or see a 'tits and fast cars' movie. He had hinted at coming to the club, and Ann quickly pointed out she would be busy since it was the weekend, and suggested he come on a Wednesday instead, so she could sneak him back into the private booths.

That had been a mistake, as he had immediately asked if Chris Stone was wrong—was there sex in the Champagne room—and she had rolled her eyes, reminding him he had been to the club, and that there were police working as security. Then she had pouted that apparently he did want her to consider breaking the rules with him if it was slow some week night.

Leslie was grouchy, which was unusual. Ann wondered if she had done something wrong—did the club owner know what she had done with Jacen and Angel the night before? When the girls were settled for the usual notes, the reason for his mood quickly became obvious. The city's vice force, under the mayor's 'clean sweep' program had officers that visited the city's strip clubs. And they often brought city inspectors along. Leslie reminded the girls to answer any questions that were asked, but warned against offering any additional information.

And of course, the dancers were going to have to follow the letter of the law. They could be topless, but not if they were in contact with the customers. Leslie pointed to a box full of scarves, which the girls could use to cover their breasts while collecting one's from the men along the rail. One of the girls asked if the privates were going to be closed, and the club owner snorted, telling the assembled strippers if the city allowed it he would never close.

"There are always horny guys without a prayer of female company, whether the economy is up or down," he reminded them, "But don't give them any reason to fine us or shut us down, all right?" Ann found herself worried about what that meant, and timidly raised her hand. Leslie ignored her, though, "It's been awhile since we had visitors like this, so I'll let you get to the dressing room earlier tonight... rookies, listen to what your... more seasoned dancers have to say." And then he was gone.

The women got up, talking among themselves. When Ann admitted to Hilary she did not understand why it was a big deal, the petite dancer stopped in obvious shock.

"They could close us down, girl," she popped her gum for emphasis, "Or fine us. And if Les pays, we pay."

"She's right," Amanda, another of the dancers who had been at the club for a long time agreed, "So don't screw up and show your coochie when you're dancing. Don't take your top off during lap dances. And if they ask, even if they sound concerned about you and your well being, don't mention anything about drugs or sex or your usual routine." Ann nodded her head, hoping she could remember everything.

"But why's Les so grouchy?" she persisted.

"You're joking," Amanda snorted, then shook her head, "Wait 'til you see your take at the end of the night. Guys don't pay when you don't show them everything and let them grope your tits during a lap dance. Guys who aren't fantasizing about sex with us don't drink as much. And guys who worry about a mass shutdown don't even come on the nights Five Oh is in the house."

"How do they know?" Ann was puzzled. She could understand the club would be making less, as well as she and the other dancers, and that sucked. But if they knew in advance and it was not a frequent interruption.

"Oh, the cops release a schedule," Amanda said, rolling her eyes, "Nothing like sneaking up on the bad guys."

"The most aggressive guy I've ever done a lap dance for is a vice cop," another of the dancers, Gabi added, "If he's here this time I'm going home early." Ann had not noticed, but there were several girls missing. She pointed it out.

"Some of us have records," Hilary shrugged, "So they just skip when Five Oh is here."

"I get it," Ann was not sure why she felt so angry at what they were discussing, "I just mean how do they know?"

"Oh," Gabi bobbed her head in recognition, "Didn't you see the lights over the side door from the parking lot?" Ann frowned, trying to remember. The lights were on—they were always on. They seemed a bit brighter maybe, now that she thought about it, even in the afternoon sunlight.

"The bulbs are blue," Amanda explained, "Get it?" Ann nodded, though she was not one hundred percent sure. She was embarrassed to admit anything. Gabi rolled her eyes.

"Blue, you know... like cops' uniforms." Ann nodded again, but still was not sure she understood. "Geez, girl... it warns the customers there are police here."

"But Jacen's here most nights," Ann argued, "So there's always police here." Hilary snorted.

"There's police, and there's police, Ann," she shook her head, "He isn't vice."

"The guys vice uses aren't always vice," Gabi said knowingly. She waggled a finger at Ann, "It doesn't really matter so long as you don't do your patented sex on stage act tonight." Ann blushed, but she did not argue, following the others into the dressing room to get ready.

The night was a waste. The wait staff were not smiling. The bartenders were not gossiping with customers, the dancers, or each other. The crowd was thin, fewer patrons than they usually saw on a week night and the guys were quiet, even along the rail. Only a few were bothering with lap dances. The girls did not bother with their own routines, just spinning and gyrating to a playlist Deon was running. And the tips were bad. Ann wondered if she would have $100 by the night's end.

She and the other girls were dancing enough. With several girls missing the rotations were shorter, and since no one was using the privates, by 11 most were just lounging in the dressing room between sets. It was telling that Les did not demand the girls come out to work the floor.

There was a bachelor party or two, of course, and after her last set before midnight, Didi, one of the waitresses, poked her head into the dressing room, telling Ann she had been 'requested.' She nervously put on a bikini and a covering T, before slipping into her heels and following Didi to the group in question. They were not regulars, and apparently had decided on Ann based on her last decidedly blasé set.

The groom to be was barely conscious, he was so drunk, but that did not keep him from beginning to paw at Ann the moment she straddled his thighs. She caught his hands, scolding him, and when he persisted, she cleared her throat to catch the entire party's attention.

"Guys, we want you to have fun, but you can't do that," she scolded, and before someone could argue, she pointed toward the pinched, waxy skinned man seated in the first row of seats away from the stage. It helped that one of the dancers had pointed him out to Ann between sets, but he stood out regardless—he was paying the dancer no attention, instead eyeing the room. "And it's not just the bouncers you have to watch out for tonight," she gestured toward the plain clothes vice officer, "If you don't behave yourselves Vice will take you in tonight." She smiled at the surprised looks on the party goers faces, "That wouldn't be a very good call home, now, would it?"

That killed the group's interest in any more lap dances. She thanked the groom, wished him a happy marriage, and was wandering through the sparse crowd toward the curtain, wondering why so many husbands to be felt compelled to hang out at a strip club, when a nasal voice caught her attention.

"... I said Miss?" Ann blinked, realizing the vice officer was speaking to her. She knew he had talked to several of the other girls, and had fervently hoped he would ignore her. She smiled automatically, but knew that her gaze kept skittering away from his.

"Yes?" she stopped, checking that she was not exposing a nipple or too glaring a camel toe.

"Do you have a minute?" She shrugged,

"That's why I'm here," she pointed toward one of the many empty booths farther from the stage. "I can give you a lap dance if you would like. It'll be..."

"No, no, no," the man seemed amused, "I'm afraid I'm here on official business."

"Trust me," Ann rolled her eyes theatrically, "All of you guys are here on business." Her bad joke was ignored.

"I help regulate the dance clubs in the city," he sounded more imperious than his position warranted, Ann thought, then remembered he could ticket them, close them down... arrest her.

"Oh, all right," Ann paused, wondering if she should admit she knew 'someone' was there. "I don't suppose you have any proof?" she asked instead. The man pursed his lips, then pulled the right label of his threadbare gray jacket away from his thin chest, revealing his badge, where it hung on the inside pocket. Ann nodded, "I can talk to you if you want," she gestured to the back again, "But not up here where it may interfere with people watching the dance, officer?"

"Levy," the man got up, and Ann wondered how he could have such a beer gut—he looked pregnant. "Let's find a table, then."

"Would you like a drink?" Ann asked, then leaned close, whispering, "What's going on? Is there some problem I should know about?" The man's thin lips disappeared as he frowned, looking around the room rather than at Ann.

"How long have you been dancing here?" he asked, even before they had sat down. Ann shrugged.

"A few months." The man nodded.

"Thought you were new here." He leaned close to her after looking about conspirationally, "So is there anything I should know about?"

"I don't know what you mean," Ann shook her head, "I mean there are some guys get handsy once in awhile, but the bouncers take care of that.

"No," Levy- Ann wondered if that was his first or last name—shook his head, "But have you seen anyone selling drugs?" Ann shook her head, glad it was an honest answer to start, "Using drugs?"

"Some of us girls have diet drugs," she offered. Levy shook his head.

"Any of the girls turning tricks?" Ann snorted.

"Where would that happen?" she asked, "There aren't really private rooms... there's only a curtain in the rooms back there so the bouncers can help us if there's a problem."

"I'd heard you were making guys cum just watching you dance." Ann blinked in surprise at the police officer's crude suggestion. She blushed, but the professional smile did not waver.

"Well, I have some fans," she shrugged, "And I guess some guys don't have much control. But I'm not sure that's a crime." She was slightly alarmed he knew so much about her dancing in the club. Did he know there was sex for money? "I'm sorry," she shrugged, "But I only started doing when there weren't other jobs to cover the rent. I'm certainly not interested in having sex for money. I wouldn't even know how to go about it, would I?"

"Well," Levy considered, I guess I don't have any other questions, then." Ann nodded, smiling again as she stood up. He caught her wrist, though, and she saw his eyes fix on her wedding ring. "If you ever see anything that worries you, though, let me know," he held her gaze for a moment, then held up a card in his other hand, "And watch just what you're doing on stage... It would be a shame to have to take you in... have you call your husband to make bail..."

"My husband knows what I do," Ann said through clenched teeth, "And he knows he can trust me." She glared at the vice cop, "And threats like that can't get you much cooperation." The cop did not answer. He just eyed her ring again, then shook his head, sitting back in the chair. His pointedly shifted his attention to the rest of the club, and Ann took that to mean she was dismissed. Still seething, she crumpled the card he had given her, hurling it into his lap and stalked away. She was not smiling as headed for the curtains and the safety of the dressing room, angrily asking herself how he could imply she was doing something wrong. She did not think about how badly she had already betrayed her husband's trust until she was nearly off of the main floor, but at the thought an involuntary sob threatened to escape her throat. She brought a hand to her mouth, pulling up short, horrified at herself, now, as well.

Ann looked around, and to her shock, she saw that officer Levy was watching her. Looking away too quickly, the addled wife changed course, skirting Les' table in her path to the bar.

"Give me a drunk cranberry," she told Justin.

"Whose tab?" he asked, since the drinks usually went on a patron's tab.

"Levy's," Ann answered automatically, "That asshole's why I'm having a drink." Justin did not argue, serving Ann a glass with barely any cranberry. Ann winced at how strong it was, but after another glance at the Vice cop, she tossed back nearly half of the glass. She rested a hand on the bar, scolding herself for letting him get to her.

"You all right, Bae?" Ann startled, looking to the end of the bar where Jacen had just appeared at her elbow. She instinctively looked back, worried Justin might somehow know... She relaxed, seeing the barkeep was at the other end, serving several customers.

"Hey, Jacen," she motioned with her chin toward Levy, who had another dancer occupied where she had left him, "Someone you know?"

"Levy?" the big cop snorted, "The perv's been in Vice for something like a decade. If there's a guy here who'd take advantage of women for his own ends, it's him." Ann nodded. That was the perfect description of him, she thought after their brief exchange.

"Hadn't seen you tonight," Ann said, trying not to come across as too anxious, even though just being close to him had her more than slightly aroused. "I wondered if you were off."

"Well, there's not much need for us tonight," Jacen waved a hand around the room, "But sometimes it's nice to come in just like any other guy, you know? Enjoy ourselves." Ann blinked, and realized for the first time that the man standing almost shyly behind the big bouncer was with him.

"Oh," she stepped away, looking around again, and feeling a shameful relief when the bartender seemed unaware they were at the other end of his bar. "I... I'll let you enjoy yourselves." She meant to go to the dressing room, but Jacen caught her arm. The contact with his skin left the housewife fully aroused and unable to focus.

"Whoa," Jacen's voice seemed to vibrate inside of her. "You saying you don't want to," he shifted his hips just slightly, but impossibly suggestively, Ann thought, frantically looking around again, "dance?"

"Vice is here," Ann hissed, shocked at what he was suggesting, "Hilary said they could close us down."

"For having fun?" Jacen snorted derisively, "We aren't doing drugs. Have I paid you for sex?" Ann blushed, shaking her head, and looking away at the thought that she would pay him to fuck her. "Are we having sex in public?" She shook her head again. "Well shit," he snorted, "I don't know what ol' Levy would be able to do, 'less he wanted to join in." Ann wrinkled her nose, honestly disgusted at the thought.

"So I guess you can be in the privates at close?" Ann nodded before she really thought about it. Jacen smiled broadly, and Ann's reaction at having pleased him should have alarmed the married stripper. "See, John," for the first time the cop said anything to his guest, "I told you she'd be interested." The man swallowed, bobbing his head and smiling. He was staring at her breasts, but considering how obvious her nipples were against the fabric, Ann could not really blame him.

"Need anything, Ann? Jacen?" She blanched, surprised that Justin was back down at their end of the bar. Flustered, she held up her empty glass, and he took it without a word, making her a second. She wondered what he had heard, but there was nothing in his expression when he handed her the new drink. She smiled and thanked him, tentatively patted Jacen on the bicep, and careful not to look over at officer Levy, hurried off of the floor for the safety of the dressing room.

Her next dance, Ann found it hard not to grind against the pole, she was still so hot from the exchange with Jacen. And the stiff drinks were not hurting, either; they effectively kept her from having second thoughts about cheating on Tom again with Jacen and yet another man, and instead amplified her focus on the promise of the sexual release that seemed to have taken over her will.

Her dancing was... sufficiently aggressive that patrons at the rail were paying more attention, offering five spots rather than the ones that had been the staple earlier in the night. And Ann played it to the edge, tugging at her thong bottoms as she hung from and spun around the pole. She let her gaze settle on officer Levy as she pulled the bottoms tight, emphasizing her labia through the fabric, generating an obvious 'camel toe.'

Smiling at the rapt attention she had from the vice detective, she pointedly strutted away from the pole to the edge of the stage, barely covering her bared breasts with the shimmering scarf each dancer was carrying for that specific purpose as she collected bills from the more lively crowd. She paused at the end of the stage, tossing a haughty look at Levy before letting the scarf flutter away as she pirouetted back to the pole, using the momentum she had built to spin up high on the brass, and sliding down head first so that she came to rest on the stage at the same moment the last song ended.

Aware that there was more applause and cheering than there had been any time during the rest of the night, she paused part way through the curtains and shimmied her hips, showing her firm ass off for the crowd. She was tempted to look back at the vice cop, as if to taunt him for watching her instead of pretending he was above sexual attraction or the heavy flirtation that was the norm in the strip club. Instead, she chose to ignore his presence entirely.

"Damn, girl," Hilary smiled at her wolfishly, "That's like waving a red cape at a bull." Gabi was leaning on the petite auburn haired stripper and nodded her head in agreement.

"Careful with that new girl," she warned, "Levy's been doing this a long time. He knows how to make you pay without making it look like he's after you."

"He's afraid of how women make him feel," Ann countered, giggling, "It was fun teasing him... teasing them all," she admitted, "Making them wonder if I would step over the line." The other women shrugged, and Gabi stepped up to watch the stripper who had followed Ann's performance.

"Well, you made it a harder set for Kelli," the more experienced dancer pointed out before Ann had gotten out of the passage way and into the dressing room. Ann paused. She had not considered that. Part of her wanted to argue that Kelli could shake her ass more enthusiastically, too, if she was worried about it. But she did not want to have problems with the dancers... Hilary knew what she had done, and it would only take one angry fellow dancer to cause real problems...

"I'll share my tips from that set," she said, flopping heavily into her seat and waving at Rachael, one of the barmaids considering making the transition to performer. The curly haired waitress spent much of her shift getting drinks for the dancers. "I'd like another drunk cranberry, Rach," she pointed at the empty tumbler on her make up table.

While she waited, Ann considered going out, guessing there would be customers who wanted a lap dance. She giggled, wondering if officer Levy might want one. Having some drunk perv try to grope her so late in the night, though, might cause more problems, and Les was not sending anyone after her, so she sat, listening to the other dancers talk about what they had done that day and planned for the rest of their non-working weekends. And she told herself to take it easy on the drink, knowing she was already a little tipsy. She joked with the other girls, agreeing that the next shift would have to be better, assuming Vice wasn't there as a buzzkill.

She was surprised when Rachel reappeared with a second fresh drink as her next spot in the rotation came up.

"Les says to skip you," the young hang around said, "Kelli, you're next." The mousy dancer did not seem upset about the change, but then she already knew she was getting some of Ann's tip money, so why would she be angry.

"Does Les want some company?" Ann asked Rachel, because the club owner liked having one or two of the dancers in his booth. She sometimes wondered why he had not asked her to sit with him, but assumed it was because of Tom. She looked at the clock, "It's after one?" Rachael shook her head, stepping close to Ann.

"Jacen said you'd know," she almost whispered. Ann felt her eyes go wide, and consciously kept herself from responding for a moment as she looked around the room, but none of the other dancers seemed to be listening.

"Oh yeah, his friend wanted a private, I almost forgot," she hoped she sounded convincing, and stood up, not wanting to answer any questions. She knew she should be embarrassed at how excited she was, but could not keep from hurrying down the dimly lit back hallway to the private's corridor.

She pulled up short, though, at the hidden rear doorway. For some reason she really did not want Mitch to see her sneaking into... but she did not know in which room Jacen and John were waiting. She was relieved to see it was Dean... well, not relieved, exactly, but...

She realized that only one of the dim red lights tucked high above the booths was lit—another mark of just how slow the night was, thanks to Levy. Keeping to the shadows, so that Dean might miss her slipping through the curtain, Ann turned, minimizing even the swing of the heavy velvet drapes, and backing into the booth.

John was there when she turned. Ann paused, making sure that was the name Jacen had used. The man was reclining, staring at her openly, not so differently than he had by the bar, she thought with a smile. The music was already playing, and Ann decided there was no harm in dancing for the bouncer's friend while they awaited his arrival. She giggled, admitting to herself that soon enough she would be doing more than a lap dance.

Swaying seductively to the beat of the music, Pink, she realized, belatedly, but not something she knew, Ann stepped forward until she was astraddle John's thighs. He was staring at her chest, and she wasted no time peeling her top off, and then shimmying her shoulders and watching the man's eyes move back and forth in time with her unfettered breasts.

She bent her knees, letting him support some of her weight as she began to move her hips from side to side. She brought an arm up, resting the wrist on John's shoulder. She licked her lips, looking at him until his eyes came up to meet hers. She held his gaze as she reached down with her free hand to tweak her right nipple, then let her eyes drift down to his crotch.

Pink was beginning the chorus as the married stripped began to pump her hips suggestively, each forward thrust moving her closer to John's crotch. 'When it's late at night, and you're fast asleep, I let my fingers do the walking...' Ann wondered if she had really heard that right. She giggled amazed yet again at the songs available in the back rooms. By the end of the chorus, Ann's breasts were rubbing against John's polo, her nipples fully erect at the friction and the reminder of what was to come. She ground her sex against his, feeling his erection pressing against her.

Leaning forward, Ann let her hair cascade down, onto and behind John's head, and groaning softly. It was a maneuver she knew could finish a guy off during a lap dance. John's hands had come up, gripping her ass, pulling her against him. She leaned back, opening the space between their chests and increasing the pressure at her crotch.

"Mmm," she purred, and then gasped as John's lips found her right nipple and began to suck. She shivered, remembering the night Jacen had done that... and that soon her big black lover would be thrusting that amazing cock into her once again. 'I'm almost there, then you turn and look at me...' Eyes closed, Ann was riding John's cock, hungry for more. When he pushed her away she blushed, aware she had been fantasizing about Jacen's arrival.

"Sorry," she mumbled, shifting back. She looked down at the wet spot she had left on John's pants. He reached down, she thought to wipe at the smear of her excitement. Instead, he pulled his zipper down, then unbuttoned his jeans. She could see he wore print boxers, which had a wet spot of their own from his own arousal. He was still pushing at her, and Ann stood, still astraddle his legs. John took his hand off of Ann's bare midriff. As she looked down, still swaying to the music, he lifted his hips, hooking his thumbs into the waist band of his pants and underwear, and pushing them down to his knees. Ann found her eyes fixed on his erection... and the knowledge that another man not her husband was about to have her somehow spurred her excitement.

'I press record, I become a fiend...' She reached down, hand closing around him, and wanked up and down, while using her free hand to tweak her love hardened nipple. John's gaze came up from watching her wank him to her bare chest.

"I, uh, couldn't let you keep doing that," John told her sheepishly. Ann eased back off of John's lap, dragging his pants along until they fell of their own weight to his ankles. She still held his erection in her hand, and had considered moving forward instead to truly ride him. But as her fingers worked up and down his shaft, she had realized he was not that big... Barely longer than Tom. She looked back at the curtain; still no Jacen.

And then Ann knew what he was waiting for; she remembered starting with Angel before the bouncer had taken her the last time. She shivered in anticipation as she dropped to her knees between John's , his pants and boxers trapped beneath her. Pulling his cock away from his paunch, Ann leaned forward and ran her tongue teasingly around its crown.

"Ohh!" John groaned, hand grasping the arms of the plush chair, his pelvis rising. Ann let the head of his cock slip between her lips, but raised her head, keeping him from getting any deeper. She swirled her tongue around his glans, sucked lightly, then released him with a noisy 'plop.' She looked up at him, holding his gaze as she licked from the base to the tip, then engulfed just the head again. His eyes flickered closed, hands coming up and tangling in her hair.

Ann shimmied her hips, hoping Jacen had slipped into the booth. Reaching back with her right hand, she pulled her panties aside, baring her dripping seam. She stopped teasing John, dropping slowly to the root of his cock, tongue working and sucking at him hard the entire stroke and back before releasing him again. His groan was almost a whine, and instead of trying to choke her with his cock, his hands were actually pushing at her. She paused, looking up at him, and licked her lips.

"Mmm, that tastes so good, honey," she purred, still shimmying her hips. "Do you like that?" John nodded. He seemed to have forgotten how to talk. "I'm so wet," she husked, "Do you want me to stop?" John shook his head frantically. Ann giggled, licked at the bottom of his cockhead, and then engulfed him once again. As she dove fully onto him, she reached down between her legs, teasing her aroused clit. God she wanted Jacen inside of her. She spread her labia, tilting her pelvis in an open invitation while bobbing on John's cock, sucking at him hungrily.

Frustrated, she went back to frigging her buzzing clit, the excitement she felt pushing her to suck harder and faster. She was close to an orgasm playing with herself when John groaned again, and without warning began to cum, spuming into her mouth. Ann froze, swallowing automatically. And then again. But then John was done. She sucked at him slowly as she backed off, cleaning him the way Jacen liked. She sat up, smiling at John, who was panting, staring up at the ceiling. Feeling ignored, Ann was tempted to lean back down and nip at his shriveling manhood.

She looked back, and was surprised that it was still just the two of them. Feeling suddenly out of place... or at least too naked to be there with a man she did not really know, Ann reached down, pulling the narrow crotch of her thong back into place. She reached for her top at the same time that John hurriedly began to pull his pants up. He seemed as nervous as she felt, and without waiting for her nearly bolted from the room, going straight through the curtain. Ann was torn between hurrying after him—the dancers were supposed to stay with the customers all the way back out to the main floor—and making sure she did not have a bare breast hanging out. Or more importantly a streamer of jism on her cheek. She wiped at her face, checked that her halter top was on the right way, and that her thong was in place. The wet spot would not show.

'Right there on the TV screen, on the TV...' The song ended, and Ann blinked, had they only been there for four or five minutes?! Then the track began again, and she reached over, finding the 'stop' button. She paused, looking around the room, making sure there was no evidence of what they had done. Tom's suggestion he might come to the club sprang to mind, and she was suddenly anxious. And still horny, she realized... she had not climaxed while she was taking care of Jacen's friend.

She was so addled, Ann nearly missed the glint of silver on the small table beside the plush chair where John had been sitting. She picked it up. It was not silver at all, but a silver colored plastic coin of some sort. It was heavier than the poker chips they had at home. On one side the club logo was embossed. On the other side, an old English style J was etched. For John.

Ann guessed it was some sort of memento, maybe a worry stone. She knew some of the dancers had Dzi beads, something she had never seen before. She rushed out of the booth, meaning to catch up to John to return it to him. She paused in the dark hallway, though, remembering the possibility Tom might be out on the main floor. And she decided that she really did not want to ask Dean about a customer leaving the privates unescorted. Or draw officer Levy's attention.

Instead, she palmed the coin and turned away from the main floor, taking the back hallway to the dressing room. After all, she could give it to Jacen when he turned up. She paused at that thought, pressing her thighs together in a vain attempt to deny or quench the need she still felt.

Trying to look nonchalant, she went to her station and flopped into the chair. Without really thinking about why she was careful not to let any of the other girls see the coin, letting it drop into her bag and then rummaging through it for a moment, retrieving a bottle of Tylenol as if that had been her intent. She put two of the gel caps into her mouth and picked up the drink that had been left at her station. It was another drunken cranberry, of course, and after she had swallowed the pain killers, she wondered if she was going to be all right to drive home. She set the glass back down, and tried to gossip with the few remaining dancers.

The music died a few minutes later, and the women uncharacteristically lounging in the back grabbed purses and bags and headed out. Ann followed a few toward the cashier, assuming the rest had already dealt with the night's earnings, or had opted not to worry about it as depressing as the room was going to be.

Although she knew she had done well in her last set, Ann was surprised at the receipt Tom handed her. Or more accurately, she was surprised that there were four twenty dollar bills clipped under the receipt.

"I didn't want anything back tonight," she started. Tom was looking at her expectantly.

"That's not an option," he said after a moment, frowning slightly. Ann opened her mouth to argue, then stopped, puzzled as well. There was a low chuckle behind her, and she turned to see Jacen sauntering down the hall.

"Where were you?" she stopped herself, "I..."

"Missed me?" Jacen winked not at her, but at Mr. Webb. "Sorry, I got tied up." Ann glared at him, but he flexed—not shrugged—and the movement of his shoulder muscles even in the dim light captured Ann's attention. She remembered the way his shoulders bunched as he loomed over her, thrusting into her. Her body responded, and she turned away toward the cashier, wanting to deny the bouncer the pleasure of knowing what effect he had on her, even when she was angry with him.

"I don't understand, Tom," she started, "I tell you what I want and the rest goes into savings..."

"The club can't be responsible for your... ancillary earnings," the cashier responded.

"My what?" Ann was puzzled.

"But you have to return the, uhm, token," Tom prompted. Ann frowned at him, clueless. She started as Jacen dipped his hand into her purse.

"What are you?!" He withdrew his hand, holding the silver coin, "How did you?!" She watched in puzzlement as Jacen handed the coin to Mr. Webb.

"Well, you don't have any pockets," the bouncer said quietly into her ear. Tom held a ten dollar bill out to Jacen, which he took while Ann was trying to understand what had happened. She looked back, relieved she had waited to be the last dancer in line.

"Wasn't that John's?" she asked Jacen as they moved past the window toward the exit.

"What?" Jacen's eyes threatened to distract her.

"That coin. I thought John left it." She tried to remember if she had ever seen any of the other dancers turning coins in to Mr. Webb. "I was going to give it to you to get it back to him."

"Was he that good?" Jacen's tone sounded teasing.

"What?" Ann rolled her eyes, "No. He didn't last an entire song. And he ran out before I could do more than blow him. And you didn't show up for the fun."

"Well it's a good thing you didn't fuck him," Jacen scolded, "That's a gold token." Ann nodded her head and took two more steps before stopping dead in her tracks. Her shock was so great even the broad contact with his body as he ran into her did not register.

"What?" she spun, eyes wide with horror. Jacen winked.

"See, tricking isn't that bad," he told her quietly, "You even did it with Vice in the building, you're so hot."

"Oh. My. God..." Ann was having difficulty breathing, "I... You... I didn't... You don't mean... I don't want to..." She shivered, "Was his name even John?" Jacen snorted.

"Ironic, isn't it?" he shook his head, "I owed him, so he got to be the first to try my new best girl." Ann shuddered at that.

"Your... Oh my God. But I just... I mean you and me are... were... And Billy was just..."

"Don't forget Angel," Jacen scolded, "He would be disappointed if he thought you didn't remember enjoying him."

"I did... I mean I didn't forget," Ann put a hand out on the wall, since the hallway seemed to be spinning, "Were they all... Was I a whore for them?" Jacen snorted again.

"Hell, no! They're my friends. That was just fun. And there'll be plenty more fun." Ann shook her head. She pulled her purse around between them, backing away from the big bouncer horrified at what she had learned. She stopped, looking around the dark hall as it finally registered.

"And Les knows... The club is a front for... prostitution," the last word was a whisper. Jacen did not bother denying it.

"And like I said, even with Vice in the building. It's fool proof. Les' token system took the heat off of the club. It's why he can refuse to pay Levy and the inspector." He cocked his head, "Now where do you think you're going, sugar?" Ann was shaking her head. "What, you're not interested in having a little fun? In getting off? I know you didn't with your customer." Ann flinched at that. She gagged, wishing she could vomit, remembering that she had swallowed John... the man's jism.

"No!" she said hoarsely, "It's awful... I don't want to be a whore." Jacen's hand caught her purse, yanking her close, the index finger of his free hand pressed tight against her lips.

"Don't!" he warned, "It's a great system, but loose lips sink ships, remember?" Ann's eyes were wide again, with fear. While she had seen Jacen protect her, she had never stopped to consider he could be dangerous. She nodded her head frantically.

"I'm sorry," she said, more quietly, "But I can't do... this. You know I can't." Jacen shook his head.

"Oh no," he said earnestly, "I know you're hooked, baby girl." Ann shook her head fervently. "You don't know it yet... Well, at least you're denying it," she glared at him, and he laughed, "Oh, I remember the way you cum on my cock, little slut," she blushed, but could not deny it.

"See," he continued, "It's really simple... We both know you need my cock. And I'll be honest, I don't know that I've ever gotten off like I do with you," he pursed his lips, "But I don't 'need' it. Not like you do. So if you want to keep enjoying what I have to offer, you're going to keep tricking for me."

Ann was trembling. She badly wanted to refuse, but found she could not.

"It's okay, little slut," Jacen taunted her, "You're too good on stage to just work the privates. It'll only be special customers."

"I won't," Ann hissed, reaching blindly behind her for the bar to the door, "You can't make me."

"I guess I can't," Jacen sighed, "But this was is so much easier." Ann paused, wondering what he meant about 'this way.' Her breath caught.

"You wouldn't do that!" she implored the bouncer, "You can't tell Tom!" Jacen rolled his eyes.

"Why would I tell Tom," he shook his head as if she was being stupid, "If you want to stay with a guy who can't please you, that's fine." He stepped back, holding his hands up, "Maybe I read you wrong... I'm sorry, Ann, I thought you'd be okay with this, considering how much you were enjoying," he reached down with one hand, opening his zipper, and fishing his impossible cock out. Even in the dimly lit hall, Ann could see it, and could not keep from remembering what it felt like thrusting into her...

"How well my big black cock makes you cum." Ann licked her lips. "Admit it, you're horny even now." She closed her eyes, hating that he was right. "You want it so bad I could fuck you right here... I could fuck you on the hood of your car."

"I can't fuck strangers," she begged, "Please."

"Please what?" Jacen took another step back, "Please give you the fucking you need? You know you want it." Ann realized she was nodding. She clenched her teeth.

"Can't we..." she sucked in a breath, "Can't we please... just you and me... And your friends, when you want... That's ok. But I can't..."

"But you can, remember?" Jacen was wanking his cock, which was standing rapidly, "You already have. It wasn't even hard. Didn't take five minutes, you said so yourself... Keep doing it, and," he looked down, "I'm all yours." Ann licked her lips. She knew she should refuse, should bolt to the RAV and never come back. But that would mean never experiencing.

"Please!" she barely kept from dropping to her knees, "I love Tom."

"Hell, you can love whoever you want," Jacen snorted, "But we both know you love this cock," he let go, the heavy spear falling toward Ann suggestively. "You need it, I can tell," he taunted, her, "C'mon, slut, admit it... You want my cock inside of you now." Ann felt herself nodding. She let her purse fall back to her side, and realized that was why she had not put anything on over her thong. She took a step toward him, hating herself and her need, and simultaneously desperate to feel the pleasure he provided. Jacen started to tuck himself back in.

"Damn, this is such a sad thing," he lamented, "Can't get you off the way you need, since you won't get with the program, baby."

"Don't force me," she whined, "I admit it... I need your cock, please!" Jacen shook his head.

"I ain't forcing you, slut," he corrected her, "Nobody's forcing anyone!" She flinched, wanting to argue. And then her eyes locked on his groin again, and she felt the raw edge of her hunger... Her need. She nodded.

"No one's forcing me," she murmured, lifting her halter top, fingering her rigid nipples, "See? I need it. Please give it to me, baby?" She started toward him, moaning when instead Jacen zipped his jeans.

"I'm glad we got that straight, slut," he said, "And I want to do what you asked for... I really do. But I can't right now... Gotta make sure you learn your lesson." Ann was considering leaping on him, sure he would not fight. "Go on home to cucky, see if he can get you off," Jacen ordered, "I'll take care of you Wednesday... if you're with us," he adjusted himself, "You know I can help you." And then he pushed past her and through the door, walking out into the parking lot.

Ann bit her lip, trying not to chase after him. Because she felt with awful certainty that he was going to demand she bend over the hood of her car and beg him to fuck her. And she knew she would, even if there were other people in the parking lot. She whimpered, wondering if she would even if her husband was watching. Glancing back at the light from the cashier window, Ann wondered how she could have been so wrong about the club; about it all. She leaned against the wall, pressing her hand against her damnably aroused sex, and wondered if she could wait until Wednesday...

Next: Blue Eyes Crying...



Recession Blues Ch. 06

Chapter 6: Blue Eyes Crying

Ann was still dreading her pending decision on Tuesday morning. More accurately, she was dreading what the decision she had already made meant to her life. She had thrown herself at Tom Saturday night in a desperate attempt to prove to herself that Jacen was wrong, that she could be satisfied by sex with her husband. She could admit that being denied release with Jacen had left her more than horny, but that had pushed more the manner than the motivation.

Ann was still dressed as she had been for Jacen... and for the man who had paid for her blow job: just the shorty strappy tank and thong bikini bottoms. She did not bother kicking her three inch heels off, stalking down the hall into the bedroom. Tom had been reading in bed. His eyes had gone wide as he took in his wife, standing mostly naked in the bedroom door.

"Uhm... you drove home like that?" he seemed truly shocked. Ann had shrugged. "You walked out to your car..."

"With the other girls," Ann had shrugged again, the movement setting her breasts swinging, "And anyone in the parking lot had already seen..." She had caught hold of the doorframe, leaning away suggestively and shimmying her hips. "You said you might come see me," she had pouted, striding into the bedroom, and straight to the foot of the bed, not around to her side. Not to his side.

"Well, I was working," he shrugged, "And since I don't get to really enjoy you when you're working..."

"You don't enjoy?" Ann turned away, running her thumbs inside the waistband of the thong from her sides to the front, pressing down, which would have bared her sex to him had she been facing the bed. She crossed her left arm over her stomach, using her right to lift her top over her breasts while her hips moved from side to side. She had turned, then, but lifted her arm, hiding her nipples, but giving Tom a tantalizing peek at the bottoms of her breasts. He had pushed what he was working on down, and she could tell he was hard. "Watching me dance?"

"Oh I enjoy that," Tom had admitted, eyes feasting on her little show, "But I enjoy touching more." Licking her lips, Ann had let her top drop over her breasts again before setting both hands on the mattress. Eyes fixed on her husband's, intensely aware of her need, she balled her fists, yanking the comforter and sheet down, off of Tom. She saw the peak in his boxers, and climbed onto the bed. "I, uh, guess it was a good night at the club," he stammered. Ann shook her head.

"No, it sucked. There was some inspector there and nobody was paying for dances. And you said you were going to be there. And you weren't, but you're still awake." She paused, not wanting him to wonder why she was home horny after a bad night, but left him sleeping after good nights. "Now let's make a baby, lover," She had moved up over his legs, hair cascading almost to his thighs.

"Wait, let me set this..." Ann had swept her hand against the lap desk he was using, knocking the book and papers onto the floor. "Whoa!" Tom had started to sit up, but she was already to his waist, and had planted a manicured hand against his sparsely haired chest, pushing him back on the bed, even as the fingers of her off hand slipped into the vent of his boxers, teasing at the underside of his erection. "Oh!" he had groaned, going still. She had considered yanking his boxers down, but that close, she could not wait, and more clumsily than was necessary but faster than to strip her husband fished him out of the thin sleep pants. She dove into his crotch, slurping him easily all the way into her mouth. And using her tongue over the sensitive underside of his shaft, sucked at him hungrily.

As she did, part of Ann's mind urged her to finish him off, as if it could erase what she had done only an hour before. But she wanted more, and as soon as she knew he was fully hard, Ann sat back, wiping at her mouth as she hitched up over her husband's thighs. Tom's hand closed at her hips, fingers curling down to the edge of her ass, urging her on, as she caught hold of his cock, bringing the pink tip to her drooling, ready seam. She brought him inside of her and settled down in a single smooth movement, head dropping back and sighing as her ass came to rest on his thighs.

Ann braced her hands on Tom's shoulders and leaned forward, kissing her husband passionately as she began to ride him. The first strokes were so eager he nearly slipped out of her and she unconsciously modulated her movement. Before a minute had passed, she was grinding against him at the bottom of each stroke, hips shifting side to side, and curling her back to pres her clit against Tom's pelvis as she did. It felt good, but it was not pushing her closer to the orgasm she craved.

Ann moved faster, still kissing Tom, moaning encouragement as his hands groped her breasts. He was pinching her nipples, but was being too gentle. She groaned in protest when his hands dropped to her hips, but then he reached further down, squeezing her ass as Ann rode him. She responded by humping against him harder and faster. Still, it was not getting her closer to her release. She knew she needed more, and breaking the long delicious kiss, she began to sit up, meaning to vary things.

"Ahhhh!" Tom's hips came off the bed, resisting her attempt to disengage, and she realized belatedly he was already cumming.

"Nooahhhh!" she bit back the protest, embarrassed, and settled back onto him, grinding in the wasted attempt to get enough friction to cum. Tom's hand released her ass, and he sat panting, smiling at her. "Oh God," Ann moaned as she rolled away a moment later, remembering to grab a pillow, which she slipped beneath her ass. She wanted to keep up appearances. Naked atop the covers, she pressed a hand against her sex, struggling to resist the urge to masturbate right in front of her husband. Tom grabbed a Kleenex from his side of the bed, wiping at his spent cock before he settled onto his back. He looked over, smiling at Ann.

"You'll have to have bad nights more often," he said, "I think that's better than getting a private lap dance at the club." Ann smiled,

"I don't know, babe, for you I might consider breaking the rules."

"I'll have to hurry then... You gave Les your notice, right?" Ann shrugged.

"No, not yet." She put a hand up, "Don't. Just, don't. I know what we talked about. But we're..." she looked down at her naked body pointedly, "Finding time for each other again, and the money is so good right now..." When Tom was clearly unconvinced, she rolled part way up onto her side, "Hey, was this so bad tonight?" He rolled his eyes but dropped it at that point, and was snoring softly only a few minutes later.

Ann got up the moment she was confident he was asleep. She brushed her teeth, gargled with the Listerine Tom used that she disliked, and then again considering what she had done that night. She showered, leaning heavily against the tile wall as she finally got off, using her fingers and the spray of hot water. Still, she lay awake for a long time, frustrated by the night, up to and including the too brief sex with Tom.

Tom seemed pleased enough with the results, though, and had tried to get Ann to put out again Sunday afternoon and again when they went to bed, but she had begged off both times. Instead, she had masturbated repeatedly Sunday night, first to get to sleep, and then after a sexy... nightmare, she told herself, in which she was being taken by Jacen and Angel, and then Les and Billy, all on stage at the club, and with a line of strangers awaiting their turn to use her pussy and ass.

When she woke, the married dancer had tried to understand how such a horrible possibility could have left her so aroused, but the pressure of her need, and the sensitivity borne of that arousal had quickly led to her fingering herself. She had cum quickly and strongly, and again just a few minutes later, when she had kept at it. The second orgasm had nearly left her crying out, and she had finally managed to regain some self-control over concern Tom would wake up.

Skin glistening with beads of sweat, the sheets tangled at her feet, Ann had been embarrassed to find that she had her hand buried in her barely sated sex. She had paused, worried there would be pain in withdrawing it, but instead, there had been only a faint... hunger. Panting, she had pulled the covers up, tight to her neck, and lay staring at the ceiling trying to understand how she had come to be so completely controlled by her sexuality.

That ever present desire was already becoming a nagging urge by the time she awoke on Monday, and watching Tom pad naked from the bathroom to his closet, she had seriously considered asking him to be late to work... She knew he would have happily agreed. And yet, the idea of not getting off with the man she loved again kept her from acting. Until he was gone, after which the sex addicted housewife had masturbated urgently to a screaming climax before she bothered getting up.

She had showered and ate a light breakfast, all while pretending that the tickle... the whisper at the back of her mind to 'do it again' was not there. She had sought to escape the temptation by shopping, but that had proven less effective than she had expected; before two hours had passed, she had taken refuge in the mall's Victoria Secret, embarrassed that she kept finding herself staring at strangers—black strangers—and imagining having sex with them. When the older custodian had cleared his throat, interrupting her developing fantasy so that the married stripper found she had one hand pressed against her sex, the other covering her breast, Ann had impulsively fled into the lingerie store.

Further embarrassed at the attention of the salespeople, Ann had hastily selected several pieces, slipping into a dressing room in order to 'calm down.' And doing so had meant playing with herself once again. Flushed, she had purchased the most provocative ensemble of the items she had carried into the dressing room, having never tried it on.

Ann drove about aimlessly. She found herself passing the club, and wondered how she had come to this point, even as the memory of a hundred men shouting and throwing money at her spurred her arousal. The next she realized, Ann had pulled up outside of Jacen's small home. She blinked, and admitted to herself she was hoping that he would fuck her, both to give her what she needed, and to show her what he had said had been a cruel joke.

Looking around, she had sat frozen in the car, worried that his neighbors would see her. And then she had been standing on his front porch, knocking. The inside was dark. Ann had smiled at the mailbox slot positioned beneath the looked through the sidelight beside the door, a throwback. Looking through the sidelight into the dark front room, she gasped, realizing that for the hours she had been Jacen and Billy's plaything she would have been exposed to anyone standing on Jacen's porch. Had the bouncer's mailman seen what was happening?

While she was horrified at the prospect, there was also an undeniable shiver of arousal. Telling herself it was only conditioning from dancing for strange men, Ann had hurried back to the car, glancing at the neighboring houses, wondering if her car was familiar to anyone.

Ann had found a measure of escape at the gym, pushing herself on the treadmill until Tom had texted asking where she was. Drenched in sweat, she had opted to shower, barely managing to keep the temptation to use the gym's hand held shower head to get off before she hurriedly dried off and headed home.

Tom had thought she was quiet at dinner, a simple salad and chicken affair Ann threw together while he used their home treadmill. He had been amused at how much wine disappeared during the meal, but was acutely aware that when tipsy his wife could be a sexual dynamo, and so had said nothing.

Ann had responded to his advance in the kitchen as they rinsed the dishes, and Ann moaned in delight when her husband dispensed with foreplay, pushing her roughly on to her stomach on the kitchen table and mounting her from behind. Clutching at the table's edges, she had pushed back, welcoming his thrusts, and crying out when she came in less than a minute.

Proud of generating such a response, and needing a moment to maintain his self control, Tom had pulled out, flipping Ann onto her back with some difficulty and at the expense of one of their salad bowls. Reaching down, he had hooked his hands around the outsides of Ann's thighs, pushing her knees high, then bring them close, her heels settling on his shoulders as he stepped to the edge of the table while pulling on the tops of her toned quads, pulling Ann down onto his thrusting cock.

"God, yes!" Ann had cried out, cumming again. "Give it to me! Fuck me, baby!" Her words were slurred, she moaned, hips bucking. She dropped her legs down off of his shoulder, heels spurring Tom on. He tried to hold off, the memory of what Ann had hinted they might try and her obvious buzz suggesting could 'make this the night.' And of course, the excitement that possibility caused had made holding off impossible. His tempo increased, broke down.

"Arrgghh!" he hammered into his wife a final time.

"No, not yet, my ass. You could..." Ann moaned as he erupted, "Oh!" but she came again with him, and when they were spent, panting together in the kitchen, she giggled, "I guess I have to ask sooner next time." Tom shrugged,

"Harder to make a baby that way." She giggled longer at that, then went abruptly quiet. "Shouldn't drink," she scolded herself, then.

"Hey, you can't drink once you're pregnant," he shrugged, "But I don't think it's a problem to drink while you're getting that way." Ann had smiled, pulling him down to kiss him passionately, pressing her naked body against his in a full body hug.

"I love you, baby," she murmured, and he knew that she meant it. She was smiling as sleep claimed her. Tom carried his wife to bed, pleased that the night had ended so well.

Ann's phone woke her after Tom had left his hung over bride for work. The alert surprised her—'she takes it off nice and slow,' the riff from the My Darkest Days' hit. Grabbing it off of the nightstand where her husband had set it to charge, Ann groaned at the mid morning light reflecting off of the screen. She squinted, turning the phone, then rolling onto her back and holding the phone up over her head. The large font identified the caller: 'Hilary'

"Hello?" Except it was not a call. Groaning again, Ann struggled to focus in order to read the small print of her friend's text.

H>J says you're gonna work.

For a moment, Ann was not the married stripper who had been... pimped out. Despite all that had happened, and with Hilary no less, at that moment Ann was thinking only about having decided to keep dancing at the club.

A>Yes.

She frowned after hitting 'send.' Looking at the phone, she saw it was 10:27AM. She sent another...

A>You're up early.

H>Mornings suck.

H>Can you help me today?

Ann got up, padded to the bathroom, swallowing a pair of ibuprofen. Her purse was on the sink, and she dug out the mint can and took her pill, wondering for a moment if she had remembered the day before.

A>Sure.

She did not really think about it. And did not bother asking about any specifics.

H>Great. See you at the club at 1130.

H>Dress sexy.

Ann turned on the shower, surprised she had so little time. And curious just what Hilary wanted to do in the morning. Before she could climb into the big stall, her phone rang again, reminding her she needed to change Hilary's alert. She paused, seeing an MMS file downloading with Hilary's text.

H>Here's a morning get you going...

The screen blinked, and Ann gasped, looking around the bathroom as if Tom might appear over her shoulder. The picture the stripper had sent was obviously from that Saturday morning. It showed Ann splayed over Jacen's table, caught in profile. Her eyes were half closed, mouth open in obvious ecstacy. It was a wide shot, and Jacen's cock was visible in the foreground, as was Billy, who was thrust fully into Ann from behind, his long black fingers clutching her bare ass as he fucked her doggie style.

Ann was frozen for several seconds, staring at the image.

H>God you're so hot.

Hilary clearly had no idea how dangerous that was. Ann still hesitated... should she delete it or text her friend first.

A>Hil, you CANT do that... Tom would kill me.

H>OMG Tom isn't at work?!

A>No, he's at work. But you didn't know.

There was a pause.

H>... I didn't think. I'm stupid. Sorry. Delete it!

A>I have

Ann had not, actually. It was almost off of the screen because of the subsequent texts, and some suicidal voice in her head was telling her to leave it.

H>Have you had sex that good since?

A>I have to shower if I'm going to meet you.

H>Ha. No answer is an answer. C U

As she showered, the memory of their shared night with Jacen and Billy persisted, taking on a life of its own, displacing her happy memory of the night before with her husband. The urge was there again, but she resisted, refusing to masturbate, telling herself she would be fine since she would be out with Hilary. As she dried off, she looked at her phone, to see Hil had left another text.

H>Actually, don't delete it... use Calculator%

Ann frowned, wondering what she meant.

A>??

H>It's an ap.

A>I don't think I have it.

H>I know you do. J put it on that day.

Ann paged through her phone. Hilary was right, of course, there it was, an ap she had never seen, hidden in a 'utilities' sub folder. She ran the ap, keyed in numbers... it worked like a real calculator.

A>It's a calculator

Hilary responded with an emoji followed by a number: 22222. Ann repeated the sequence, and found not only the videos that she remembered deleting, but photos, too. She closed the ap.

A>OMG. I'm serious... Tom will kill me.

H>Tom doesn't know about the ap. Or the code.

Ann was partially mollified.

A>Why 22222?

H>Ask J. And delete these. See you at 1130.

While part of her knew she should delete the photo Hilary had sent, and the entire ap from her phone, Ann hesitated. What if Jacen wanted those to be there. She remembered how imposing... scary he had been Saturday night. Instead of deleting it, she followed Hilary's advice, saving the photo into her secret directory, and then deleting it and most of the texts she and her fellow stripper had shared that morning.

That left her even less time to get ready. Ann threw on make up, grabbed a sun dress that she thought would pass for 'sexy' and her three inch heels, followed by her purse. She paused to scribble a note 'out with Hilary' in case Tom was home before she was, and headed to the club.

As she turned into the parking lot, Ann was surprised to find Hilary was waiting by her car, a Mazda Miata that had seen better days. The perky red head circled around the RAV, climbing into the passenger seat. She moved Ann's purse and her own bag into the back, the pulled the Victoria Secret bag Ann had forgotten in the foot well up onto her lap.

"Where to?" Ann asked, surprised they were not going into the club.

"Oh, head south to the plaza," Hil waved her hand nonchalantly, then pulled the lingerie out of the bag. "Nice," she nodded, "I said dress sexy, but this is probably overkill."

"Very funny," Ann rolled her eyes, but she could not bring herself to tell her friend why she had made the purchase.

"Have you eaten?" Hilary asked her as Ann looked for a parking space in the busy shopping area.

"Nope, just got ready and came to the club," she answered, then admitted, "So now I'm starving."

"Then head east, there's parking I can show you." Ann followed Hilary's vague direction. "I'm thinking M&S sounds like the perfect place for lunch," she pointed as they approached the high end restaurant.

"Uhm, that's a little pricey," Ann cautioned, "We could go back to that sidewalk café, they have great food..." Hilary shrugged.

"You're helping me out, so it's on me. And we can park here," she pointed at the hotel next door to the restaurant.

"Are we supposed to park if we're not staying here?" Ann asked, and Hilary snorted.

"They take money, just like everyone else," the redhead told her. So Ann pulled in, taking the ticket and looped down into the surprisingly busy underground garage. They walked through the main lobby to the exit onto the street and below the restaurant. Ann was surprised when Hil turned south, though, meaning to cross the street.

"Lunch is this way," she chided her friend. Hil held up the Victoria's bag.

"I want to get one of these first," she argued, "This is sexy as hell." Ann looked around, sure someone would wonder what they were talking about. But nobody nearby was paying them any attention. Hilary checked her watch, "It's early, still, c'mon, it's just a block." Ann laughed, and let the smaller woman pull her through the weekday crowd of shoppers to the gaudy corner store. Hil showed the clerk what Ann had bought, and after casting a look at the women as if she knew they were a lesbian couple, the older woman led them to a display and then hastily excused herself.

Hilary stripped naked, slipping into the bustier and panty lingerie she had chosen, blue and silver in contrast to the black and gold that Ann had purchased. She pulled the thong panty up, then pushed it down, Ann thought out of a realization it had not yet been washed. But instead, the red head threw her blouse and skirt back on, holding up a finger.

"Wait here," she told Ann and disappeared. A moment later, she was back, holding two packages of stockings, the patterns and colors to match their lingerie. She stripped once again, then opened the stockings, deftly rolling them up her graceful legs and attaching the garters before she again donned the panties.

"What do you think?" she asked Ann, posing in various positions as she turned in front of the married stripper. Ann nodded appreciatively. "Put yours on," she insisted, and after briefly arguing, Ann did. She was puzzled when her friend insisted the panties go on over the stockings and garters, rather than under them. And she was embarrassed, because she should have chosen the Medium size rather than Small... Her breasts were not overly large, but with the pressure of the half cup bustier, they threatened to escape the lingerie if she was not careful. And the cleavage that was generated was as impressive as in anything Ann had ever worn. She shrugged the dress on over the lingerie, following Hil's lead, and the difference in her shape was startling. She immediately started to take the dress back off, but Hilary caught her hand.

"C'mon," she insisted, "We're dressed up. It's like we're twins. It'll be fun." Ann realized Hilary meant to wear the lingerie from the store to their lunch date.

"You aren't going to shoplift..." Hilary laughed.

"You don't think they'd let us get away?" her smile was impish, but she held up the tags she had taken off of the pieces, and then deftly collected Ann's, "I'm paying, spoilsport. Now let's go, I'm hungry." She led the way out of the dressing room, the underwear they had worn into the shop stuffed into Ann's bag. She insisted on paying for Ann's stockings before linking arms with Ann as the pair walked back up the hill to the restaurant.

The entire way, Ann was aware that passing men were eyeing them both, but Hilary paid them no mind, so she followed her friend's lead. Hil paused at the light, checking when her phone beeped. She pecked a response and then nodded, putting it in her purse as the light changed. Ann followed the smaller woman up the steps to the restaurant and through the revolving brass plated door. Like the plaza outside, there were more people not working than Ann had expected, and she assumed they would spend some time waiting, maybe at the bar. Instead of waiting at the hostess desk, though, Hilary said something too quietly for Ann to hear to the man behind the stand, who merely nodded, letting the women pass.

The first sign she was in over her head was when the man met Hilary in the passage between seating area and the kitchen. He was tall and broad and black, dressed impeccably, and clearly expecting them.

"Glad you made it," he smiled warmly at Hilary, leaning over to hug the much smaller woman, even as his eyes roamed from Ann's feet, lingering openly at her chest, then rising to her eyes. Instead of being embarrassed at being caught checking her out, the man's smile broadened as he moved gracefully around Ann's friend, "And you must be Ann," she found herself hugging him before she knew what was happening. And her body's immediate response left her flushed and unable to reply. "So glad Hilary could find me a date," he winked, and without a word caught hold of Ann's hand. His hand was nearly as big as Jacen's. He led the women onto the main dining floor.

Ann found herself seated by her 'date' and across the table from Hilary. There was another black man to her left, and a pair bracketing Hilary. Mike, Dave, and Craig, Ann nodded and managed to smile as introductions were made by the man who had said he was her 'date.' She was embarrassed, having missed his name, or rather which name was his. She was trying to remember if Hilary had mentioned this. She considered texting the other stripper, both for that and to find out what was going on. And she considered suggesting they visit the ladies' room, but wondered if her friend would come along. Hilary seemed far too busy talking and laughing with their lunch guests.

She reluctantly did the same, reminding herself they were in public, after all. The men were talking sports, the end of basketball season, the continuing baseball season, and the local franchise's shot at making the play offs. She almost asked if any of the men had been professional athletes, but did not want to offend anyone. She followed Hilary's lead, sipping from the drink that had been brought to her by the waitress after they had been seated. It was sweet... and alcoholic. The men had drinks, as well, and there were several appetizers. The women waited until the men had begun to serve themselves, and by then Ann was half way through her second glass, and was feeling pleasantly tipsy.

She had learned by then that Mal, which was the name of her 'date' was the newest member of the group. He was not the youngest, Craig had been quick to point out. They were all several years older than she and Hilary. She had seen that Mal and Dave wore wedding bands. Craig was seated to her left. He was the loudest of the group, and owned a manufacturing company of some sort.

In contrast, Dave was such a smooth talker Ann half believed she had asked to be invited to the lunch even before they had begun to enjoy their appetizers. It made sense, because he was a lobbyist, and apparently a successful 'power behind the throne.' Mike, she learned, owned the auto body shop chain that was emblazoned on his spotless, crisply starched button front shirt. And Mal was a lawyer of some sort.

Over appetizers and fresh drinks, the conversation turned to the economy of the city, the men's frustration at the lack of the leadership and improvement in the black community's position all had expected after the last election. Things threatened to get heated when Dave suggested that if business owners like Mike would take less in profit and hire more people the economy would be in better shape. Mike snorted, telling them his great grandfather had been a butcher at the time of the Great Depression. And a successful one both among their community and whites. But because he had been successful he had accepted credit from those customers who had been purchasing from him for years, and before he knew it, his own business had gone under—the bank was not accepting IOU's.

"That, you polarizing prick, is why I just finished becoming the primary investor in the new inner city bank," he finished proudly.

"So you are going to help our people out," Craig nodded supportively.

"Fuck 'our people,' Craig," Mike shook his head, "I'm making sure that my own situation is secure. Even Bush was helping out banks."

"That attitude is not very helpful," Mal advised in what Ann recognized to be a polite admonition. Mike snorted again.

"It's realistic, newbie. If I'm not taking care of myself I can't take care of anyone else, can I?"

"It's possible to get too interested in your own account," Dave pointed out.

"Well I'm here, aren't I?" Mike's challenge led to conciliatory shrugs from two of the others.

"Less you're just here for yourself, cocksucker," Craig's smile was incongruous with his words. Mike rolled his eyes, and did not respond. Ann had seen that all four had a lapel pin that read NBUF. Three of the men's were gold, Mal's was silver. Dave's had a diamond—CZ she guessed—at the middle of the B.

"Uhm, what's NBUF?" she asked without thinking, and then shrank back when all four men pinned her with intense stares. Hilary giggled and then answered,

"It's a black business foundation or something like that," her friend waved her hand, "You know like Elks for the brothers." Ann was horrified, expecting the men to take offense, but they just laughed.

"We're not discriminatory, little girl," Craig leered at both women, "We're including you after all." Hilary giggled, and Ann smiled, telling herself the men had just wanted attractive eye candy to share at lunch. And she could almost understand it, considering that wherever she looked she kept seeing the other diners were watching the small group. She was also glad the men were not upset at her asking questions; they were even offering answers.

"So is this your monthly meeting?" she asked, trying not to sound too skeptical, and taking a drink to hide her persistent anxiety, "And what are these drinks? They're so good." Hilary giggled again at Ann's non-sequitur.

"We're just taking a break from the annual convention," Craig answered, "And that's Booty Juice," he continued, the men chuckled at the women's reaction.

"Seriously?" Hilary was obviously as skeptical as Ann. Craig held up his right hand, thumb over his pinkie, the other three fingers extended.

"Scout's honor," he told them.

"And you were a scout?" Hilary challenged with a smile.

"That's where I learned the salute," Craig told her. The appetizers had been cleared by then. There were salads for everyone, classic Caesar salads for the women, and wedge salads for two of the men, the chopped salad for Mal, and the walnut salad for Dave. Aware that she was very tipsy, Ann left her drink alone, opting for water with their second course. But by the time the waitress was collecting the empty salad plates, her water was gone, and there was no pitcher for a refill.

The men had moved on to business. She heard something about 'reparation' and had almost inquired what it meant, but lunch was so enjoyable that she just sat smiling, glancing at their fellow diners, who were still watching them to a man. It was Hilary who suggested a trip to the ladies' room. Ann had nodded, standing up, and asking the men if she could leave her purse, which Mal assured her would be fine. She followed the smaller redhead back to the front of the restaurant, and to the bathrooms on the opposite side of the hostess' desk.

When they were safely inside, Hilary threw her arms around Ann, kissing her briefly flush on the lips, which left her blinking in surprise.

"I'm so glad you agreed to help me!" Hilary gushed, adding, "Imagine if I had to do this alone..."

"Mal and, uh Dave?" The way the too smooth political animal had draped his arm over Hilary's chair while talking with the others, Ann had guessed he was the other 'date.' Hilary looked at Ann in puzzlement, then giggled.

"You're so funny," she rolled her eyes, then stepped into the first stall. "You're OK if we have to put on a little show first? Nothing gets the guys going like some girl on girl." Ann closed her eyes, the memory of Hilary's lips on her nipples immediate and powerful.

"Uhm, no, that's fine," she said, realizing that the men must have hired Hilary and she to do a private strip show. "Are we going back to the club after lunch?" She thought that they would all fit in the larger private booth. She wondered if the heavy curtain could contain the noise of their fucking their dates. Ann blinked again, at what she had just calmly considered. But prodded by the sexy presence of the big black businessmen, and pushed by Hilary's kiss and 'girl on girl' question, Ann was suddenly sufficiently aroused she was having a hard time focusing. She shook her head at the absurd thought.

"I think I'm drunk," she told Hilary and went into the second stall, settling carefully on the toilet as Hilary giggled. "Who names their son Mal," Ann murmured to herself. That elicited another snicker.

"It's Maulik," Hilary told her, and then spelled the name, "He goes by 'Mal' probably so people don't get all weird." Ann nodded, and could admit that it made some sense. She decided not to risk being labeled as one of those 'weird people' by pointing out she could not imagine naming a child 'Maulik,' either. She dug her phone out of her purse, typing in the acronym the men were wearing. And then she began to read.

"Oh my God, Hil," she said a moment later, "It's practically a revolutionary group."

"What are you talking about?" Hilary asked. She had exited her stall and was washing her hands.

"The National Black Unified Front," Ann insisted, "They are lobbying for reparations... you know, repayment for slavery." Hilary sounded honestly surprised,

"Huh," She shut the water off, "Don't worry, they don't expect us for free, Ann."

"I didn't mean..." Ann stopped talking, focusing on not dropping her phone as she hastily wiped, flushed, and exited the stall to wash her hands as well, "I wonder what else they stand for."

"Apparently for interracial relations," Hilary quipped, "At least where white woman are concerned. C'mon, Ann," she scolded gently, "We can't keep our dates waiting."

Although the prospect of doing a private dance for Mal and his friends was still frightening, there was also an unmistakable excitement, and long after the meal Ann would admit to herself she might not have ever had such a delicious lunch. The men's plates were overflowing with food. Craig had selected the ultimate mixed grill, which included shrimp prepared two ways, salmon, and scallops. Mike had gone with the seafood trio, which was the same shrimp and salmon, without the scallops. Dave had gone with the classic 'surf and turf,' a lobster tail and a filet. And Mal had chosen the stuffed salmon.

The women's plates were smaller, and as with everything else, had been chosen for them. But the crab cake was delicious, as was the butternut squash orzo with which it had been paired. Her water glass had not been refilled, and after emptying her 'booty juice' Ann suggested it was maybe too sweet to go with the main course. Craig said something around the scallop in his mouth, the only word of which Ann caught was 'tea,' and she nodded appreciatively. It even looked like tea when it arrived, but the first drink disproved her impression. The men had ordered her a long island iced tea, and laughed at the coughing fit that resulted. She did not complain though, admitting it was less sweet than the booty juice had been.

By the time the waitress began to collect their empty plates, Ann was freely answering questions, asking her own, and laughing with the others as if they were old friends. Although Ann was not sure she could eat another bite, the men had insisted on ordering dessert. A pair of the signature 'chocolate bags' appeared, a dark chocolate shell within which had been piped white chocolate mousse with berries. And of course there was a final round of drinks. She did not consider that the men were drinking coffee, absently musing aloud that she was not going to be able to drive for a few hours.

"You missed some." She shivered at the timbre of Mal's voice, and blinked, looking up at him in puzzlement. He lifted a hand, collecting a spot of the white chocolate mousse that had been at the edge of her lip and then licking his finger clean. Ann's body responded so strongly she nearly moaned.

Her head was still spinning, nearly her entire focus on her arousal as the group left the restaurant. Her first recognition of her surroundings was as they sauntered through the hotel's spacious, ornate lobby. Mal's arm was draped casually over her shoulder and she could see that Dave had Hilary's arm through his, and her friend was pressed against him as they walked.

"How'd you know where we parked?" she giggled, realizing she was leaning against Mal in the same way. Her escort chuckled, but did not answer. Ann offered no resistance as they turned, and instead of crossing to the parking garage entrance, the small group approached the elevator. There was one waiting, and Ann was still wondering just what was happening as they stepped in and the plushly appointed, mirror walled car began to rise.

"Where are we..." Ann stopped, remembering she and Hilary were supposed to strip for the group. She looked up and found Mal's lips were moving to meet hers. They were kissing then, passion flashing to life, taking over Ann's body. She moaned, hands coming up, pulling him down, trying to pin him in place. She moaned again as his hand slid down over her breast, thumb slipping away from the fingers, finding and massaging her erect nipple through her dress. She shuddered, kissing at him more hungrily, pressing her chest against his probing hand. Her own right hand dropped between them, cupping his groin. She shivered at the bulge she found. Mal broke their kiss, lifting his head, which emphasized how much bigger he was as he chuckled.

"You're impossibly sexy, Ann." He grinned, "Think you can wait until we get to the room?" Blushing, Ann looked over, first seeing their own reflection in the mirror—the mans' dark skinned hand cupping her breast, and her own curled against his groin. Her gaze flickered nervously toward the others, but Hilary was kissing Dave, her and had her left hand against Mike's crotch. She immediately glanced at Craig, but the heavy set black man seemed more interested in his smart phone, which he had raised as he leaned into one corner of the elevator.

Mal's lips touched Ann's neck, then, and the white wife moaned again, pressing herself against him as her attempted 'yes' response stuck in her throat. Would she really let him fuck here there in the elevator? The chime rang, then, and Mal pivoted away, his left hand catching Ann's right where it had caressing him through his slacks. She saw that they had risen to almost the top floor. The words 'Penthouse suites' was stamped on the gold panel beside the 15 button, which was lit.

To her surprise, there were many people in the floor's foyer outside the elevator banks. She realized that most of them were black; the only other white people she saw were women similar in dress and age to she and Hil. The double doors of the suites across from the elevators were thrown wide, and she could see men and a few women moving about in the oversized rooms beyond. As Mal led her off of the elevator, into the swirling crowd, the rest of their party was close behind. He paused, speaking to several men, all of whom seemed to be eyeing Ann critically. One man with an obvious toupee and the fake smile of a used car salesmen went so far as to ask if 'they had room for another.' Mal patted the smaller man's shoulder, apologetically saying, 'Maybe next time, Gates.'

Ann did not miss the insinuation, and the lingering knowing gaze of the stranger left her unsettled. She scolded herself for overreacting—there were no naked women being taken against the hall walls or draped over the plush couches in the open main suite, after all. They moved left to the mouth of the long corridor of suites extending in both directions away from the elevators. None of the women she saw looked anything but poised and confident and entirely comfortable moving among the crowd. There was a sign tacked on the wall where the corridors split off from the foyer, 'NBUF- KC Downtown Business chapter.' Beneath it, young black men and women were seated at a folding table the surface of which held a variety of labeled merchandise.

"Hey Mal!" a booming voice rang out as the small group moved out of the cacophony into the left limb of the corridor, "Don't get too carried away... You're up first at the 'Where are we now' session in Salon I." Mal paused, and Ann looked back to find it was Ezekiel Butcher, a former city mayor and an advisor to the President. She felt her mouth drop open in surprise that Mal knew the mayor. Where her 'date' was muscled and imposing, a more refined version of Jacen, the former mayor was tall and thin, with more gray than black in the tight afro he wore, though his heavy mustache was still glossy black. There was a definite charisma that the man exuded, even if she had a vague recollection of her father speaking badly about the man's politic. It had been more nearly two decades since he had been mayor, after all. There was still an undeniable attractiveness, and she managed to smile, wondering if the political power some men wield is an aphrodisiac.

"No worries, Zeke," Mal assured the older man, "I'll be there."

"All right," the man shrugged, waving a hand dismissively. His smoldering gaze was on Ann though, and she swore she could feel it; the slight ebb in arousal the crowded floor had caused was erased by the resulting flush, "But if I was about to enjoy someone that beautiful..." He winked at Ann, then, "You come find me if Mal doesn't treat you right." Ann found herself nodding even as the men laughed and Mal resumed a quick pace away from the crowd.

He paused at the last door on the left, fishing a key card from the inside pocket of his jacket, and then guided Ann ahead of him into the room. Ann kept walking after he released her hand, moving across the impressively spacious room to the bank of windows that looked down onto the Plaza. There was a bedroom to her right, with crisp white sheets on a king sized bed. To her left, a bright blue couch and love seat combination reminded her of the living room at Jacen's except the coffee table had a glass top. A matching glass dining table was closer to the door, across from the kitchenette which was situated to the right between the door and the bedroom.

Bracing her hands on the marble sill, Ann watched the tiny people below for another moment before looking over her shoulder. Mal was watching her from where he had stepped to the side of the door to let the others in. Ann shimmied her hips , holding her hands in place, aware that it was a provocative position. Craig was the last into the room, and Ann saw him affix the security lock after he closed the door. She was relieved, because part of her had wondered if she and Hilary were expected to entertain everyone milling about outside. She knew the thought should have made her cautious, but somehow it seemed to spur her excitement. After months dancing in front of crowds of men, it was honestly easier to consider than doing a private for Mal and his friends.

Dave pushed past Hil and dug through an open athletic bag that had been left on the couch. He stood up, waving one of the small Beats Pills like Ann had seen some of the dancers using at their stations while they got ready to dance. The too polite politician quickly had the speaker's power on, and after fiddling with his smart phone for a moment, the opening of 'American Woman' by Lenny Kravitz filled the suite.

"There's not time," Mike complained, pulling at his tie. He had already draped his suit coat over one of the chairs at the table.

"There's always time," Dave offered the smile he used to get his way, without ever looking at the other man, "I thought you were complaining that you wanted to see them dance." Ann stopped listening to them. Her attention was still on Mal as Hil caught her hand and twined her lithe body around Ann's side. Ann looked away from the big man in time to accept a kiss from the other stripper. The women moved together, and then Hil backed away, but they remained synchronized, bodies automatically moving to the music. For a moment Ann looked around, expecting that somehow there would be a pole for them to use.

By the second chorus, Hilary was teasing their audience, toying with the buttons on her blouse. Ann found herself wishing there were buttons on her dress, and instead lifted the hem, exposing the tops of her hose. Hil shrugged out of her blouse, using the fabric like a rope to pull Ann close, face to face, and hooking her left leg up to Ann's waist. Ann let her head drop back as her friend mimed grinding... more than mimed, actually, as there was real pressure on her sex. She almost complained when the more experienced young woman dropped her leg, but to her surprise Hil had caught the hem of Ann's dress, and a moment later the slinky garment was above Ann's breasts, which were barely contained by the too small lingerie. Smiling mischievously, Hilary pirouetted, stripping off her own blouse in the same smooth movement. Shimmying her hips, she brought her hands to the waistband of her skirt, her eyes not on the men in the room, but on Ann's, holding the married stripper's attention.

Biting her lip, Ann crossed her arms over her chest, but only to catch the edge of her dress, which she tugged off over her head, casting it randomly aside. As she brought her arms down, the lithe redhead had moved close, and Ann was left embracing her friend, meeting Hilary's thrusting pelvis with a grinding motion of her own. There was no hesitation when Hilary tilted her head; Ann kissed the other woman, her arousal obvious. As their lips separated, Hilary crouched in front of Ann, her hands sliding down the married stripper's body. She stood again immediately, hands running along Ann's stockings to the bare skin of her bare hips. Despite her smaller size, she easily spun Ann, leaving her facing the men where they were lounging against the back of the couch mere feet away, watching intently.

Ann was aware that Hilary's hands were still moving as the women's bodies undulated in unison. She looked down as the redhead's fingers cupped Ann's breasts, thumbs flicking over her aroused nipples through the thin material. Ann took a step to her left, broadening her stance to maintain her balance as Hilary's left hand slipped down over the bustier, teasing around her navel, and dipped lower. Ann gasped as the other stripper's fingers brushed not over her panties, but through her carefully trimmed pubic hair. She realized belatedly her friend had stripped off her panties while crouching. Her sex was bared for their admirers, the red-head's fingers slipping between her labia, picking up some of her honey before she spread Ann's lips, exposing her pink center to the men.

Ann absently noticed that her panties were tangled on her right foot. Her focus was drawn back to Hilary's manicured fingers, as the other stripper curled two up into Ann's sex, applying pressure against her clit as she teasingly worked her long nailed fingers in and out of Ann's pussy. As she looked up, she saw that Craig had his trousers open and was openly working his cock. Ann froze, aware that this was more than a strip tease... that the men were going to want... Her head dropped back and she moaned in pleasure at Hilary's touch and at the awareness of what was coming... what she wanted... She shivered in anticipation, imagining having Mal's cock thrusting into her.

Ann turned her head, hungrily kissing Hilary, her own fingers teasing over the other woman's bustier covered breasts. She was surprised to find that her friend was still wearing her skirt, and dropped into a crouch, hands on the waistband. Hilary's hips prevented her yanking them down, so Ann pushed the front up, kissing at the other woman's sex through the lace panties. She giggled, understanding why the redhead had insisted on putting them on over the stockings as she stripped them off, her face inches from another woman's sex. She remembered the night at Jacen's, and without hesitation pressed her lips against the top of Hilary's clean shaven seam, her tongue searching for her friend's clit. Hilary moaned, her hands coming to rest on Ann's head.

Ann caught Hilary's thighs in her hands, maintaining the contact, even as she began to lick and suck, shivering in pleasure at the taste of the redhead's plentiful honey. Conditioned by weeks dancing on stage, she kept her body moving, even when Hilary stepped back, bringing the aroused wife out of her crouch and onto her hands and knees. Ann kept at it, even when a hand caught hold of her left hip. There was pressure at the top of her ass and she shivered, knowing that it was Mal's cock.

"Unh-unh-uh," she heard Hilary warn, "Gotta wrap it up, you know the rules." There was grumbling, but the pressure lifted. Ann released her fellow stripper's ass, turning to her right and looking back and up at Mal, who had stripped his pants off. He was fumbling with a gold foil wrapped condom. Ann reached out, catching his heavy cock in her hand, and without hesitation she turned fully in front of the big business man and leaned close, slurping him into her mouth. Hilary said something but Ann did not hear it. Her entire focus was the glorious black cock. Mal was big. Not nearly as big as Jacen, but she was already hungry to feel him between her legs where he belonged. She sucked hungrily, bobbing her head for a moment, then burying her nose in the tight curls of his pubes, holding him with the blunt glans slightly in her throat as she applied more suction.

"Oh yeah," she heard or rather felt Mal say. His hands tangled in her hair, she thought to hold her in place, but instead he was pulling her off, "Wait, slut... I'm not ready to finish yet." She whined as he forcibly extracted his cock, "Damn, you'll get me off 'fore I can have any real fun." He let go of her head, and Ann nearly lunged forward to get him between her lips again. Bobbing to the root once, she looked up, catching the thick base of his shaft with her left hand as she backed off to lick at his bulbous cockhead while looking up at him.

"You'll get to have fun, baby," she purred, "I can't wait to feel this inside of me." And she closed her lips around the crown and bobbed slowly down, taking him entirely. Mal groaned happily, his hand closing on the top of Ann's head. Lost in her arousal, Ann paid no attention as someone brushed past her left side, or a moment later in the opposite direction on the right. Moaning around the shaft filling her mouth and teasing at her throat in an increasingly familiar sensation, Ann brought her hands up, catching the backs of Mal's thighs when he stepped back, maintaining the intimate connection. She was forced up off of her haunches, tilting her head back, sucking at Mal hungrily.

Off balance, she was about to scoot forward again when hands caught hold of each side of her naked ass. She knew what was coming, and in the second before she was impaled, Ann tilted her ass, welcoming it. She cried out around Mal's cock as the second man drove into her powerfully, hips slapping against the backs of her thighs. She arched her back, pushing against the thrusting cock, instinctively matching the man's pace with the rate at which she resumed sucking on Mal's cock.

It felt delicious, and yet Ann found herself wishing it was Mal fucking her. She wondered if it would be better if he slowed down.

"You gotta try this, Mal," Ann yelped into the big lawyer's' groin as the man hammering himself into her slapped her right ass cheek.

"That's what I was saying," he answered, "Get me a taste, then run down to tell the people what they want to hear."

"That's my star pupil." Ann found herself wondering why Craig would say that to Mal. She was distracted, though, because he pulled out. It was just for a moment, though, so that he could push into her ass instead. Ann whined in pain, but did not protest. It really was more surprise than pain, she realized, as Craig's thighs met her ass. She was surprised, though, when his hands curled under her arms, lifting her off of her hands and knees. She rotated up, impaled, the movement pulling her off of Mal's cock.

"Wait, what," but Craig just kept pulling until she was on her back, resting on his chest and abdomen. His cock was still thrust fully into her ass, and Ann was humping against him without thinking about it. She turned her head, wondering how she could be so flat against him, considering Craig's big gut. Ann was surprised to find that it was Dave who had his cock in her ass. She lifted her head looking through the open French doors into the suite's bedroom. Hilary was draped over the corner nearest the windows, her right leg up on the bed as Craig thrust into her from behind. Their position obscured what was going on, but from the way Mike was standing Ann knew her friend was sucking his cock.

Mal moved up between her spread thighs, and Ann looked to see the big man finish unrolling the condom onto his cock. She almost told him he did not need it, but she did not want to wait another second. Grabbing his shaft in her left hand and his hip with the other, the married stripper pulled him to her.

"You can take us both?" Mal hesitated. Ann nodded, her hips still pumping against Dave's cock.

"Oh yeah, baby," she cooed, "Now give me that big black cock." Her head dropped back onto Dave's shoulder and she moaned theatrically as he did, pushing steadily until his pubic bone was against her own. There was a delicious pressure against her clit, amplified when he held still.

"Ride us now, slut," Dave ordered. Ann braced her hands on the base of Mal's hips to get more leverage as she began to straighten her knees, feet scrabbling against the carpet as she lifted and lowered, feeling the men inside of her. "See, I told you she could take us both," Dave crowed at Mal as he began to move, "She's a pro. Now give it to her, man." Mal began to thrust as well, first gently, but he quickly picked up the pace, driving against Ann hungrily. She wrapped her arms around his torso, welcoming the thrusts.

Ann knew Mal was close... he had been about to blow while she was sucking him off. So it was not a surprise when he went still, grunting, pushing against her for long seconds before he sagged back, staggering away from her. He caught the liquid filled bulb of the condom in one hand and tugged at the ring with the other smiling crookedly as he watched Ann continue humping against the other man.

"Damn, but aren't you fine," he winked at Ann, "I hope you'll let me take you again properly when I'm done downstairs. Ann nodded without thinking about it. As good as it had felt... as good as Dave's pumping against her ass still felt, she had not yet cum. Mal sauntered toward the kitchenette, and before Ann could say anything else, Dave was slapping her hip.

"Get up, slut," he demanded. She did, slipping off of him easily enough. She stood naked, her crotch wet with her arousal, as the lobbyist sat up. He caught hold of his erection, wanking it as he pointed toward the window with his free hand. "Over by the window," he demanded, "I want to see the drones down there as I fuck you." Ann glanced over at Mal, who had already pulled his slacks up, and was straightening his shirt and tie. Looking into the bedroom, she saw that the others were still going at it. She went to the window, and even though she knew there was no way short of a powerful telescope anyone below could see her, she was suddenly self conscious, and stayed facing the room and Dave as he approached. His cock was not really much bigger than Tom's, she realized.

"No," Dave motioned with his index finger, "Turn around... I wanna take you from behind." Ann obeyed, bracing with her hands, which kept her chest below the window's line of sight. Dave spanked her right ass cheek, "Where do you want it, slut?" Ann shook her head.

"Wherever, you want," she urged, "Just fuck me, baby." He stepped up, dragging his cock down over her ass, teasing her, then down over her splayed inner labia.

"Hear that, Mal?" he said over his shoulder, "Give her a little taste and she's gotta have it." Ann looked over her left shoulder at the bigger man. She was embarrassed that the man she wished was still fucking her was standing across the room, fully dressed, watching her with Dave.

"Don't wear her out," Mal warned, "I'm not done enjoying such a fine woman." Dave snorted in response, and not, Ann was sure, out of any doubt he could wear her out. He really was a pompous asshole. He pushed into her just then, fucking into her pussy as Mal went out of the suite's door. Ann pushed back, wishing it was Mal, and then wishing Dave would finish up... after all, Mike was still just getting Hilary's mouth. Ann blushed, but it did not stop her from hoping the business owner had a big cock.

"You like that, slut?" Dave panted a moment later. Ann was sure he was getting close. She nodded.

"God yes," she groaned, tilting her pelvis, spreading her thighs and moaning at his next thrust, "Give me your big black cock." Dave caught hold of her hips, hammering against her harder for a few final strokes before he stopped, sagging out of her just a few seconds later. Ann moved forward, resting her head on her crossed arms, looking down at the city, aware that her ass was still jutting lewdly back at the lobbyist.

For the first time, Ann realized she could hear the others.

"Oh yes, oh yes... Fuck... Fuck me... Oh yeah," Hilary was pumping back at Craig. Mike had stepped back, and Ann wondered with some dismay if she had gotten him off.

"C'mere," Dave motioned, "You gotta try the agreeable cunt on this slut," he leered cruelly, "Or her ass, isn't that right?" Ann nodded without thought. Mike had stripped naked, and padded out into the main room. He ignored Dave, his focus on Ann as he paused. Ann felt her pulse increase, and a fresh heat bloomed between her legs. The body shop owner clearly worked hard at his job; there were ropey muscles on his forearms and biceps that she imagined were as big as Jacen's. And he had not cum, or he could get ready to go again as fast as the bouncer. His cock hung heavily and Ann bit her lower lip, imagining how it would feel inside of her.

"Do you need a moment?" the man seemed almost shy which was endearing. Ann shook her head,

"No, do you need me to suck you for a minute?" She wrinkled her nose, certain she would not like the taste of the condom rolled onto his thick shaft. Mike lifted his erect cock in answer, stepping behind the aroused stripper.

"Oh, no," he chuckled, "I think your friend did enough of that... I want to enjoy the real thing." As he finished speaking, he began to push into Ann's sex from behind, and she caught hold of the window sill, sighing in pleasure as she took his impressive cock to the root. "Damn," he said appreciatively, "Most women need a moment." Ann shook her head, most of her focus on how deliciously full it felt. "Your friend did enough that I'm ready for the real thing." Mike laughed, catching her hips as he began to thrust into her easily.

Ann climaxed finally when Mike increased his tempo a couple minutes later. She arched her back, moaning in pleasure, "Yessss!" which of course spurred the man using her onto his own climax less than a minute later. Smiling at the ebbing pleasure she felt, Ann left her ass pointed at the room, resting her head on the wide marble sill and looking into the bedroom as the shop owner pulled out of her.

"She is something," she heard Mike say to Dave conversationally behind her in the main room. She was watching their friend who was on his back on the bed, arms spread wide, stomach wobbling as Hilary rode him, her arms so wide as she braced over his gut that she seemed to be draped over him. Without really thinking about it, Ann pushed up from the window sill and padded into the plushly appointed suite. As she got closer, she thought for a moment that Craig had the biggest cock she had ever seen. She realized a moment later that instead, the man was not even hard, his penis curled beneath Hilary as her friend struggled to get him excited. Smiling to herself, Ann moved up onto the bed.

The first her friend was aware that she had help was as Ann's nose met the band of skin between Hilary's pucker and pussy. Hilary gasped, arching up to look back, even as Ann pressed her lips against Craig's doubled over, condom clad shaft. She pursed her lips, sucking at the underside, then ran her tongue along the latex. She was dimly aware of the man grunting—he had noticed something was different. And then in the next moment he began to get hard. Murmuring, the sound of her voice additional stimulation, Ann slurped the still soft head into her mouth as it lifted off of the man's thigh. She paused every few strokes, licking the underside again, then licking at Hilary's splayed labia.

Ann dipped her head to lick and suck at the man's scrotum as his erection was complete. At the same time she used her hand, bringing the bulbous tip against her friend's sex. Hilary moaned theatrically when he managed to actually push into her lubricated sex. Ann continued alternately licking and nipping at the shaft of his cock and then teasing his scrotum again. She continued pausing frequently, tonguing her friend's parted labia. She tasted lubricant, and wondered when Hilary had taken the time to do that.

She was aware that Hilary was talking to Craig, but could not hear what was being said, so she was surprised when her friend did not keep riding the swollen cock, lifting up and pivoting to the side away from the suite's main door. Wheezing, the obese business man pushed up, looking over the hill of his belly at Ann who was crouched at the foot of the king sized bed.

"He wants you, honey," Hilary pushed her lower lip out in a feigned pout, "They all want you." Ann giggled.

"It's OK, I want you," she told her friend, who dimpled prettily, even as Ann began to move up, prepared to ride Hilary's partner as the redhead had a few minutes before. Sausage thick fingers caught her shoulder, soft but more than enough to stop her motion.

"Nah," Mike's eyes never left Ann as he pushed himself up on the bed, "I want you under me, you sexy little slut." Ann pushed back away, and as the obese older man shifted to set his feet on the floor, she moved languidly up, pressing her body against his.

"Do you want me like this?" she asked staying on her hands and knees, twitching her ass invitingly. He shook his head, and she obediently rolled onto her back, left hand teasing over his bare side, but he was turned so she could not reach his cock. She wondered if he was getting soft again. He turned again, moving onto his knees on the bed, as she lay waiting for him. She was relieved when she saw that he was indeed still hard. She came up onto her elbows as the older man huffed, scooting closer, between her spread thighs. The latex encased head of his cock dipped in and out of sight beneath his pannus. He had heaved each heavy knee closer before she was able to catch hold of him with her hand again. She left her thumb curled over the top of his shaft, wanking what she could, tugging at the end of each stroke, urging him closer.

The pressure of his knees pushed her legs wider still, and then he leaned over her... collapsed, she worried, barely catching himself over her body. The movement was enough; Ann guided him into her wet and waiting sex. He shivered as he pushed up into her, his excitement palpable. He began to thrust at her rapidly, his entire body seeming to roll at the tempo he set, skin enveloping Ann from her breasts to her upper thighs. She realized with some alarm that she was helpless beneath him, pinned in place. His sweat slicked skin went on shifting, staying in contact over her entire torso. The sensation on her nipples, matching the sense of his erection pushing in and out, was delicious. He was too immense for her hands to reach his ass to spur him on, and her thighs were too wide to effectively lift her knees. Craig's face loomed close, heavy beads of sweat gathering, his eyes open, staring down into hers with an intensity that made her shiver.

Trying to spur him on, Ann let her eyes go half closed, head falling back. Her arms had been pressed flat against the mattress with his initial lunge, and instead of flapping uselessly at his side, she reached out, grabbing the sheets, balling her fists, and moaning theatrically, shivering beneath him. He smiled, and seemed to want to say something, but did not have the breath to speak. A drop of his sweat broke from his nose, and Ann tilted her head, wickedly catching it on her tongue, then licking her lips, tilting her pelvis as much as she could, trying to meet his thrusts.

He went still then, and she knew that he was cumming. She twitched and moaned once more, then went slack, aware of the weight of him pushing on her so relentlessly as he held himself against her, his breath loud in her ears. She worried he might pass out. There was a momentary pain as he heaved to his left, the pressure on the front of her right hip increasing until she nearly whimpered. The big man levered himself out of her, off of her body. The bed shook as he collapsed beside her. Ann lay still, smiling at the knowledge she had gotten the man excited, and had given him such pleasure. She rolled up, meaning to nestle against him while they awaited Mal's return. Craig's beefy arm dropped onto her shoulders, sausage thick fingers patting her bare breast affectionately, not groping at her the way she was sure Dave would in the manufacturer's position.

"It was good, little slut?" he murmured, seeming self conscious of the others hearing. Ann nodded her head.

"Mm-hmmm," she assured him honestly, "It was as if you were fucking my entire body." Craig smiled broadly. She ran her fingers through the sparse graying hair on his chest, "This is nice, but maybe I should clean up some." He shrugged, hand lifting off of her breast, and Ann sat up, seeing his spent still condom clad cock, resting against his thigh. "You want me to take care of that?" she murmured. Craig lifted his head, staring at his body as if somehow surprised he was naked on the bed with her. He shook his head.

"Naw, you've already taken care of that," he gave a wan smile, "And thank you for doing that." Ann leaned over pecking him on the cheek, and then stood. She was a little surprised Hilary was not watching or taking part. And she was a little surprised that the man's friends were not there to applaud Craig's performance. The men had some sport on the big television though, and were paying no attention to anything else.

Ann felt a little anxiety when she did not see Hilary in the main room. Conscious that she was naked, she quietly collected her clothes where they lay by the window and hurried into the bathroom. Hilary came out as she reached the door, fully dressed.

"I thought we were going to have some more fun," Ann pouted quietly. Hilary blinked, then shook her head.

"You really are insatiable," she looked over Ann's shoulder, "You really got the old goat off?" Ann nodded proudly.

"Mal said he'll be back." Hilary shrugged.

"Well, I'm not standing around naked waiting," her friend huffed. Ann giggled at the mental image.

"Even if I make it worth your while?" she leaned forward, kissing her friend briefly. Hilary rolled her eyes, but as Ann shrugged and stepped past her into the bathroom, the more experienced dancer swatted Ann's ass playfully. The married dancer closed the door, surprised Hilary had not, and set about straightening out her clothes. She sat down to empty her bladder before getting dressed, and then realizing that her body was damp with her own and the men's sweat she reached across to start the shower. Hilary was back in the room before Ann could flush.

"What are you doing?" the red head whispered forcefully. Ann looked at her in confusion.

"Uhm... taking a shower?" she said. Hilary shook her head.

"You weren't serious about waiting for Mal?" she asked, staring incredulously as Ann nodded, still confused. "We don't have time for that," she hissed, "I have to work," she checked her watch, adding absently, "They didn't pay for a girlfriend experience." Ann blinked.

"They didn't what?" she stammered, "Girlfriend experience?" Hil nodded. The awful reality began to dawn on Ann. "Wait," she clutched at the sink with one hand, "These... I thought these were your friends." It was Hilary's turn to be confused.

"What?" she snorted, shaking her head, "I've never met them before," she assured Ann, "Although you were so good I wouldn't doubt that they want us regularly."

"They're not friends of Jacen?" Ann asked desperately. Hilary snorted.

"They're his friends so long as they pay for his services," the red head turned the shower off, "We're done, Ann. Let's go shop some before I have to get to work." Ann blinked at her friend.

"But I'm... I'm covered in... I..." She wondered if she might throw up. She desperately wanted to shower. "I thought..." She blushed, was she really about to tell her friend she thought they had been having sex for fun instead of as prostitutes? She grabbed at her clothes, nearly tearing the lingerie as she rushed to get it on, followed by the dress. She checked herself in the mirror. Was that really what a prostitute looked like? She shivered, horrified that she had enjoyed selling herself to strangers. Hilary caught her hand.

"C'mon," she urged, "I don't want to deal with the smarmy one trying to get a freebie or a direct number." Still holding hands, the women went across the main room. None of the men paid them any attention, but suddenly that did not seem so strange, Ann thought—their job was done, after all. She was carrying her heels, and stopped in the hallway, wishing she had put them on in the bathroom. It embarrassed her someone might see her barefoot—or putting her heels on—and know what she had been doing.

Walking down the hall, Ann found herself eyeing the crowd in the lobby with new insight. Had the mayor... She shuddered, certain he had thought of her as a pro. None of the people milling about interrupted them, and the elevator was mercifully on the floor when they arrived. Hil led the way, punching the floor number then preening as she eyed her reflection in the mirrored walls. Ann wiped at her eyes, trying to hide her distress.

"You were amazing," Hil gushed, paying Ann no mind, "I mean, I might as well not have been there." Ann blushed, shaking her head.

"Hil," she paused, "I... I had no idea..." She stopped, embarrassed. Fresh tears spilled and she ignored them.

"You had no idea what... Ann?" Hilary had finally turned, and saw the married dancer's anguished face. "What's wrong?" Ann shook her head.

"I'm so stupid," she took a shaking breath, "I... I had no idea we were going to be..."

"You said you were going to be working!" Hil argued, her own distress rising, "I asked."

"I thought you meant dancing," Ann retorted, "I'd told Les I would keep working a shorter schedule."

"Wait, wait," Hil waved her hands, "You were going to quit?" Ann shook her head.

"Tom got a job. We want to have kids. So I was going to quit. But then Jacen and I... And Jacen and Billy and you and I... And... And," An could not bring herself to admit what else she had done, "And I wanted to keep... I told Les I would keep working."

"But if you... I mean you know what Jacen and Les expect of us..." Ann nodded jerkily. Hil sagged visibly in relief. "So how is this a surprise?" Ann blinked at her.

"This?" she waved her hand at the elevator, "This isn't the club. It isn't blowing a guy in the privates." Hil snorted.

"You thought that's all they want us to do?" Ann nodded. "So you... this was all just... you didn't know this was a job." Ann nodded again. The elevator chimed, having reached the ground floor. "Well shit, Ann," Hilary shook her head, "If you would have done it for kicks, why be torn up that we got paid?" Ann followed her friend off of the elevator, wiping her eyes furiously, trying to find an answer. The other dancer paused at the front desk, demanding Ann give her the parking slip, which she somehow got validated before leading the way back into the garage and Ann's RAV.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, anyway," the red head told Ann as she paid the parking attendant, making Ann tense and glare at her. Hil laughed, but did not continue until the window was up and they had merged into traffic. "You weren't just putting on a show?" Ann blushed, shaking her head. "Damn, girl. That's hot."

"You weren't getting off?"

"Shit, the last guy was basically dry humping me, that was a chore, making it seem like I was enjoying it."

"I did enjoy that," Ann argued, "No he wasn't huge... I don't know that he was as deep as Tom fucks me, but..." she blushed, "I wasn't faking it."

"So you're a natural, then," the read head praised, "I mean it, Ann... If you enjoy sex that much, why get all teary over profiting from it."

"For one thing because I should only be having sex with Tom," Ann argued. Hil snorted.

"So if Jacen is in the doorway when we get back and invites you in for a quickie you're gonna say 'no'?" Ann bit her lip, because just the thought of it happening had her getting wet. "And dressed like that..." Hil continued, eyeing Ann up and down, "I'd do you."

"No you wouldn't," Ann complained, "You went into the bathroom and got dressed." Hil giggled.

"Tell you what," she said, "I'll come over later this week and we can spend the day having fun." Ann nodded, smiling for the first time since she had realized what they had been doing.

"I'd like that," she admitted.

"So we're okay, then?" Hil seemed anxious that Ann not be angry. Ann nodded.

"I'm sorry... I should have known you wouldn't be having social orgies." She turned onto the same street as the club, part of her desperately hoping Jacen would be in the doorway when they pulled in. "But we were having such fun, and Mal was... Mal was amazing."

"Trust me, Ann," Hil raised a finger to emphasize her point, "You'll get more great cock working for Jacen and Les than if you were just trolling for cock in the clubs."

"But I'm not trolling for cock," Ann insisted. Hil shrugged.

"No, I guess not. But from where I sit you sure look hooked on the black snake." Ann blushed, but she did not argue. "We're cutting it close if you want to shower before work," Hilary pointed out.

"I'm not on again until Wednesday," Ann said, to Hilary's obvious amazement.

"So it's a good thing you got your fix today, then," the red head teased, "Or you might kill your husband tonight." Ann smiled at the thought. "Not to mention you might start a riot with a performance." Ann rolled her eyes at that, then found herself looking into the parking lot hopefully as she turned in. Was Jacen's bike parked at the back? "Here's fine," Hilary gestured to the drop off, at the front of the building, "You can get on your way sooner so you can clean up before hubby gets home." Ann nodded her appreciation, turning back to the left. A moment later Hil had jumped out of the car, but not before leaning over to kiss Ann full on the lips, murmuring, "Thanks for the assist today," before she had opened the door.

Ann reentered traffic, a little anxious as she checked the clock that Tom would be home first. And wondering if he would notice if he tried to have sex before she could clean up—would he know how she had spent her afternoon. Tears threatened again, her mind a roil of conflicting emotions. Would she rather be a slut than a whore? How had she become such a slut? How could she stop it... and did she really want to...

Coming next... VII: Singing the Blues