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on: September 01, 2015, 09:06:33 AM

Title         : Poodle Butt   

Author     : MeatBot

Keywords : Mf, MFf

Date        : 20150901

Mail         : meatbot777 at gmail dot com

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Synopsis : A young girl works at a strip club in the midwest USA.

Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life.

These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. This story is all made up. This place really existed, back in the 70's and 80', and Poodle Butt was a real girl that worked there, though I made all this shit up about her. This ain't Gone With the Wind, BTW. In fact I wrote this all in one night, so go easy on me.


It was a night like any other, at the Valley. I was late, that's always bad, Terhune is a bitch normally, but he's a whiney-cry-baby bitch when you're late. It wasn't my fault, but he didn't care, he socked me for twenty bucks for being late and I told him to fuck off and went and changed. Changed, well, I stripped. The Valley isn't totally nude because of the stupid laws, we have to have rubber pasties painted over our nipples, and wear g-strings. It's stupid, the g-strings don't hide nothin', it's just a string going down the middle of your pussy, and your pussy lips hang over each side. And of course you pull it aside when you're giving lap dances and shit.

A few girls were in the dressing room, getting ready for the shift to start. Darla was there, a fairly good friend of mine, and Roxy, my evil arch-nemesis. She'd seen me come in late, and she just fuckin' had to say something about it. I finally flipped her off, and dropped my jeans. She shut up, at least, though she still gave me evil glances.

"How you and Rache doin'?" Darla asked, and I smiled at her.

"Groovy," I said, "couldn't be better."

"You lucky," she told me, "she's a sweet girl."

"Yah," I said. "How you and Dean doin'?"

"Awww," her face fell. I wished I hadn't asked. "I dunno. I'm talkin' to my mom 'bout movin' back in with her."

I hugged her, and just held her for a moment. Darla and I had played around some in the past, but I didn't really feel that magic with her, not like I did with Rachel. And Darla was super jealous. Rachel was sweet about letting me play around some. I felt bad for Darla, though. Life is like that.

Anyway, I stripped, put on my dance thong, painted rubber on my titties, and hit the floor. It was a fairly lively crowd, there must have been a convention in town or something, because there was a large group that seemed to be all together.

Right off I got a dance, before I even went up on stage. I took the guy into the corner, behind the jukebox, and got him all settled, waiting on the next song to start. I wondered if he was a first-timer, he seemed nervous and shaky, and his friends had been the ones to pay me and tell me to do it. I leaned into him and told him not to worry, I'd be gentle with him. I thought he'd laugh, but he looked even more scared after that. I sighed. I'd take it easy on him.

The music stopped, and started again. I turned, sat in his lap, and started rubbing up and down against him. I could hear him say something, and I leaned back and put my ear to his mouth. The music isn't that loud, but it's hard to hear people unless they speak loudly.

"I think I love you..." he said, and I leaned back forward and laughed.

"Darlin',", I said, turning around and rubbing his cock beneath his jeans with my leg, "my love is five bucks a dance. I hope you got deep pockets."

He kind of grimaced. I wondered about him. He looked like some momma's boy that lived a sheltered life. I wondered if he was a stalker. What the hell. You dealt with a lot of shit in this job. I looked at myself objectively. I'm sure he did love me, I was pretty lovable, on the surface. Just by looks. Inside my head was a different story, but on the surface, I know I looked good. Better than most of the other bitches in this place.

I gave him the whole works, well, almost the whole works, he didn't feel me off like what most of the old timers do, I guess he didn't know what he could get away with. I finally backed into his crotch again with my butt and took his hands and placed them on he crease of my hips. I could feel him trembling beneath me, and he slowly hesitantly rubbed my upper thighs. I laughed at him, but not out loud.

The song finally ended, and I stood back from him.

"Thank you, darlin'," I said, holding out my hand for him as he got up, but he had other ideas. He got out his billfold, and tried to hand me a twenty, his hands still shaking. A twenty, fuck, what'd he want, four dances? Did he expect me to make change? I didn't take it, though.

"Honey, I'm on stage next, but after that, I'll do ya," I said, and he nodded. He returned to his seat, and I took the stage.

I like being on stage. I like the power of it, I guess. Or maybe the attention. The guys watch me, but can't touch me, unless I decide. It's a whole different dynamic than a lap dance. I kinda seem to go in a trance, on stage, I feel the music, it's loudest up on stage since two large speakers are right behind me.

The music droned on, and I danced. I usually dance pretty slow, I don't go all spastic like some chicks do, I like to put my hands over my head and just gyrated and twist to the music. A few guys approached and put dollar bills in my panties, well, in my thong string, and I let them, of course. On the second song a guy approached with a full beer mug and an empty, and I knew what he wanted. I'd let him do it, although I didn't like doing it, it got me wet and sticky. But what the hell, let the guys have their fun. I crouched on stage on my hands and knees, with my front up in the air, and my legs spread. I pulled the thong to the side, so my pussy was completely exposed. He put the empty mug at the bottom of my cunt, and poured the beer over my pussy into the empty. It was colder than hell and made me shiver. Stupid guys, and their weird obsessions. He just smiled and drank, and his buddies cheered. You stupid bastard, I thought, at least I'm clean. There's some girls that work here that I'd never drink pussy beer from, even if I was a guy. Some real skanks. Terhune says they're for contrast. Whatever. Skanky hoes.

Anyway, the second song ended, and I exited the stage, looking for momma's boy. He was waiting, standing beside the stage, and I put my arm around his shoulder and led him over to the lap dance corner. A girl was giving a guy a dance in my favorite spot, behind the jukebox, so we stood there and waited. The song had started anyway, and I wanted to give him a full turn. I turned to him, and put my mouth to his ear.

"What's your name, darlin'?" I asked, and he smiled shyly.

"Erik," he said, I dunno if it was Erik with a "k" or a "c" so I'll call him Erik.

"I'm Ruth Ann," I said, and we shook hands somewhat formally. "Though everybody here calls me Poodle Butt."

He smiled at that. A smile, at last.

"You live local?" I asked, and he nodded. "You?" he said, and I nodded back. I sure as hell wasn't going to give him any hints. He still seemed kinda stalker-ish to me, just the way he looked at me.

"Erik," I said, whispering in his ear, touching his ear with my lips, "when I dance for you, you can touch me... wherever..."

He blanched at that, he literally got pale. I smiled invitingly, and he gulped. I started wondering if he was still a virgin. I looked objectively at him. Yeah, I thought, I'd do that... he wasn't bad, slim and fairly muscly... and handsome. He just had that whipped puppy dog look to him, though, it was just the way he carried himself or something.

"Ruth..." he started, and I shushed him.

"Poodle Butt," I said, "that's my dance name. I'm Ruth Ann only when I'm out there." I motioned to the world outside. He nodded.

"How'd you come to be called that?" he asked.

"It's dumb, I'll warn ya..." I said. He nodded. I went on. "A year ago when I started here I wore my hair up, and all frilly, and one night some guy said I looked like a little French poodle, and so all the girls called me Poodle Butt after that. And it's kinda stuck."

"Ahem. Poodle Butt..." he started, and I shushed him again, amused. He looked happy, and then his face fell every time I interrupted him. I think he felt like he was getting in trouble.

"Actually, mostly they call me Peebee now, short for Poodle Butt," I said.

"Uhm, yes... Peebee... I really really like you... could I take you, uhm, take you out to eat some night?"

Oh shit. Well, I got asked that shit a dozen times a night, though most guys just wanted to take me home and fuck me. I could count the dinner invitations on one hand. I looked at the guy again. He seemed so meek I couldn't imagine him going apeshit and holding me hostage or some shit like that. I finally nodded.

"Yeah, maybe," I said, "Let's do some dancin' and then we'll talk." I knew the song playing was winding down. Finally it ended, and the girl and guy in the chair got up. I got Erik sat down, and sat in his lap until the next song started.

Once again, he leaned forward, and whispered in my ear. "How old are you, honey?" he said.

Shit again. I didn't want to tell him the truth, it was one of my most closely guarded secrets in this place. So I said what I tell everyone. "I'm eighteen, of course. You have to be eighteen to dance, and twenty-one to drink."

I could almost feel him nodding. Truth be known, I was almost eighteen, When I started here I was just sixteen, a year ago.

The music started, and I stood. I saw Terhune over the top of the jukebox, watching me. Shit. I owed him twenty bucks, for being late. That sucked, but I had to stay on his good side. Well, his not-so-bad side. I'd give him this twenty, that Erik would give me, and start all over again for the day.

So I danced for him. He got braver and braver, and finally ran his hands over my thighs and stomach as I sat in his lap and rubbed his crotch. I finally took his hands in mine, and lifted them to my tits. I could tell he was hesitant, but he finally started rubbing and squeezing. I like having my tits played with, and it don't bother me when it' strangers doing it. Some girls are all touchy about being touched, but I know it's girls like me that make the real money. Girls that let the guys touch. Or More.

I'd let guys do way more than just play with my tits, in the past. And I might with this guy, but I realized he'd have to be led to do that shit, he wouldn't do it on his own.

By the second dance he was squeezin' my tits like an old-timer, though. I revised my opinion of him slightly. Finally, during the third song I grabbed his right hand, and pulled it down into my pussy. I just had the g-string thong on, and I sat on his lap, my legs spread, and let him rub his fingers in my cunt. I liked that shit too, I could tell how much these fuckers liked me, and how much they were getting off feeling of me. He didn't stick his finger inside me, like some guys did, but he felt me off pretty good.

I leaned back and whispered in his ear, "My clit, dammit, find my clit," and pulled the string aside, into the crease of my leg. He fumbled around a bit, and even got close a few times, but I finally had to take his fingers and guide them to it. He rubbed and rubbed it, and I almost came, to his credit, when the song ended. I scrubbed my ass in his crotch one last time... and shit, that's when I felt the wetness.

He'd fuckin' cum in his jeans, probably from the motions of my ass in his lap, rubbing on his hard cock. I'd been able to feel it, from the first dance, and I'd spent more than a little time rubbing on it, both with my legs and then my hand. I was surprised I hadn't been able to tell when he came. I giggled helplessly, and looked down at him.

"What?" he said, but I could tell he was embarrassed.

"Baby, if you're giving me that twenty," I said, trying to remember how many dances I'd done for him, "I think you got one more dance comin'."

"Uh..." he looked confused, and a little scared, like he always did. "I gotta... I gotta go... here..."

He held out the twenty, and I took it. I leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

"Come back and see me," I said, and he nodded fervently.

"I will, I promise... I will..." he said. I knew he would. I could tell he was crazy about me. I just hoped he wasn't crazy.


The night wore on. Erik had left, with the two guys he was with. I finally went behind the bar and gave Terhune his twenty, after I'd made a few more. He snapped it up, and stuffed it in his pocket. I knew he was basically stealin' it from the bar, it shoulda gone into the jar for all the barkeeps. I gave him a disgusted look, and said, "nice of ya, ya jerk."

He snapped back, grabbing my upper arm and squeezing. "Get off my back, Peebee. And don't be late again."

"Fuck off," I said, jerking loose from him. "You're a fucking thief, motherfucker."

He just glared at me. It made me mad, for some reason, and I was in a mood after that.

Darnell Parsons calmed me down a little, after Erik and his friends had left Darnell came up to me and whispered, "Stairway, you're mine, baby."

I laughed. It was the same, at least once every weekend. Once a night Terhune selected "Stairway to Heaven" by Zep on the jukebox, the original full version, and whoever was getting a dance on that song got a hell of a deal, the song is like eight minutes long. I hated being on stage when that bitch played. Anyway, that was kinda Darnell's song, and we usually did, uhm, some shit pretty involved for a goddam strip bar. It's just something that I started on a whim, and now we did it sometimes twice a weekend.

I did a few more dances, and luckily I was in the corner when I heard "Stairway" start. Darnell beat cheeks over to me, and sat as soon as the other guy got up. I think the other guy had wanted another dance, but he could tell Darnell was taking the chair, no matter what. Darnell is tall and rangy, but he carries himself like a bad-ass, and that's how he comes across.

Anyway, he got all sat down, and I sat in his lap, forward on his knees a little.

"You okay with this, Peebee?" he whispered, and I nodded. More than okay, I almost felt like I needed it, tonight. I was still pissed off about Terhune. I felt him fumbling around with his zipper, and then felt his cock touch me at the base of my spine.

Darnell is one of those rare fuckers, one of those guys with a really big cock. I've seen a few cocks in my day, but I've never seen one as long as his. I seen some bigger around, and I wish his could have been just slightly bigger around, but it was a fine cock, one he could be proud of. He was proud of it. And he knew I liked it.

I had a funny relationship with Darnell, I bet I've been fucked by him fifty times or more, but he's never cum inside me. The first few times we'd done it I wondered why he didn't hit on me and try to take me out or just meet me somewhere to fuck, but now I know he's got an old lady, so all we do is fuck at the Valley. I get to cum, but he doesn't, I can't have cum drippin' out of my cunt afterwards. I guess I could go to the ladies room and try and wash it out, but it was just easier if he didn't cum. I explained that to him the first time, and he'd always respected that for me, at least. I suppose he figgered it'd be over between us if he squirted his shit in me.

He had his cock out. I turned, and bent down like I was pretending to give him a blow job, except I wasn't pretending. I slid his cock into my mouth, sucking hard, and felt him tense up beneath me. Damn, he had a nice cock. If I was a guy, I wanted a cock like this. I sucked and slurped out to the end, knowing I couldn't do this for long.

Finally I turned, and carefully sat in his lap again. I was pretty wet already, for some reason, and I leaned forward and then backward and he slid right into me, guiding himself with his hands. He felt good up inside me, and I felt twinges already in my legs and stomach. I could usually cum from him fucking me, and I planned on it tonight. By the time the fast part of the song started, I was tensing up and feeling it, and sure enough, I had a nice cum. I could hear him laughing behind me, I know it got him off when I came.

The song ended and I slid his cock out of me, and stood in front of him so he could put his dick back up. That took a while, it was still pretty hard, since he didn't cum. He slipped me a ten, and disappeared back in the crowd. After I danced on stage one more time my six hours was almost up, it was just about one thirty in the morning. Last call had already been announced. I heard a commotion at the door, and sure enough, it was the fuckin' cops. I looked for Larry but didn't see him. I double-checked my titties to see if the rubber was still on them, and it mostly was.

I finally felt like I'd done my last dance, and slipped into the dressing room when Terhune was talking to the cops. I counted my cash, almost two hundred bucks, not bad for six hours on a Friday night. I yanked my thong down, and tossed it in my locker, and was just pulling out my jeans when Roxanne entered the room.

"Saw you gettin' fucked. Made sure Terhune saw it too," she said, the bitch. I just glared at her. I wondered if she'd really told him. He'd told me more than once he'd fire my ass if he caught me fucking again.

"Keep your nose in your own business, bitch," I said, peeling rubber off my nipples. Roxy sat on the bench and stared at me.

"You are such a righteous little bitch," she said, shaking her head. "I'd love to take you down a few fuckin' notches."

"Fuckin' try, bitch," I said, "I eat whiny little bitches like you for breakfast."

She stood, and approached me. She was a big girl, bigger than me, but I wasn't afraid of her. For one thing, she was probably in her mid-thirties, and I was pretty sure she was a druggie. She was strung out sometimes, and her hands shook. I'd seen her fall more than once when she was doing handstands on stage, and shit like that. She just seemed kinda uncoordinated.

She stopped two feet from me, and stared down at me.

"You stupid little cunt," she said, sneering. "I been to prison for killin' bitches like you."

"Yeah," I said sarcastically, "I heard 'bout that. Sluggin' old ladies after you crashed your fuckin' car into them. You are so fuckin' hardcore..."

Her hand darted up to slap me, but hell, I'm half her age. I grabbed it out of mid-air, yanked, and spun her whole body around. In a second I had her hand pulled halfway up her back, and my other hand was wrapped around her adam's apple. I could feel her take a convulsive breath.

"I oughta kill you, you stupid-ass old heifer," I said, "but you ain't worth goin' to the slammer for even a day. So fuck off."

I pushed her hard, and she stumbled forward, hit the bench with her knees, and fell on her face, just like I'd hoped. I laughed again, and grabbed my jeans out of the locker I shared with Darla. I kept one eye on Roxy, and sure enough after she picked herself up, she came at me like a madwoman.

I turned and we grabbed each other like lovers, and then she tried to yank my hair with one of her hands. I leaned back to get some room to move, and smacked her hard on the cheek. She grunted, and raised her other hand to hit me. She was so fuckin' wide open it wasn't funny, and I drove my fist right into her nose. I swear I could feel the cartilage in her nose crack, even. She yelled bloody murder, and stumbled backwards, screaming her fuckin' head off. The fight was over. I surveyed the scene with satisfaction.

Somebody grabbed me hard from behind, but I didn't fight them. Sure enough, it was the cops. They dragged me out of the room, and handcuffed me. Then they had to uncuff me, so I could dress, then cuff me again. They didn't give me time to button up my shirt, but I knew that was intentional, so they could see my tits. I really wished Larry had been on duty, he was the one righteous cop in that whole nest of corruption, and he would have made sure I was treated right.

Some of the other girls were helping Roxy, holding a towel on her nose, as she dripped blood everywhere. Terhune came over, a scowl on his face, and told me he wanted to talk to me Monday when I came in. Well, I thought, at least he didn't say I was fired. I happen to know that Terhune kinda likes me, I think he thinks there's a chance I'll be his girlfriend or something. When he finally figures out there's not a snowball's chance I'm sure he'll give me the boot.

The cops took me down the street to the jailhouse in their car, hell, it was so close they could have walked me. The secretary lady there stood, approached me, and buttoned up a few of my buttons so my tits didn't hang out.

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome, honey. We got some creeps in here tonight. Don't want you rilin' them up," she said, and I nodded.

Somebody finally uncuffed me and let me use the phone, and I called Rachel. "Rache, honey, get two hundred bucks out from under the mattress and come bail me outa jail." I said, and I heard her laugh on the other end. I knew she would do it without question, Rachel is my best friend in the whole world. We live in two totally different worlds, but she understands me and loves me. More on that shit later.

Fifteen minutes later she showed up, eyes shining, and winked at me. She gave the clerk the two hundred, and the clerk gave me a paper that said some shit on it like "Creating a Public Disturbance" and "Assault and Battery". I reminded myself to wait until I got home to throw it away. Whatever I had to do, I didn't want to spend the night in jail.

It was almost four before we got home, and I jumped in the shower for a quick rinse. I soaked under the hot water for a minute, and shampoo got in my eyes. My hair was getting frizzy, I had to shampoo so goddam much. But I always stank like cigarette smoke, after six hours in that place. I heard the shower door open. Rachel entered the shower, stark naked. I grabbed her, and held her under the hot water, feeling it flow down over our bodies. She felt good in my arms, like she always did. Our mouths sought each other, and we kissed until I almost fainted, finally drawing a ragged breath through my nose. I cried for a while, not sure why, I guess just the excitement of the fight... and hell, I often cried, when I held Rachel. I loved her that much.

"Wanna talk 'bout it?" she said, and we locked lips again. When we finally separated, after maybe two minutes, I said, "Naw. Just a bitch that got what was comin' to her."

Rachel laughed, and we kissed again. I felt her hands on my ass, pulling my ass cheeks apart, and then rubbing my asshole. I dropped my hands, and cupped her beautiful bottom in my hands. I realized I was hornier than shit.

"Oh, honey..." she breathed in my face, "I love you..." I sighed, and we kissed again. For the longest ever, this time.

"I love you," I simply said, when we pulled apart. I felt her hand creep down my front, and rub down the top of my slit. When Rachel does it, it feels totally different than the guys at the Valley. It feels extra sexy, or somethin'... I know that sounds dumb... but the difference is, I know she loves me. They lust for me, but she loves me. I have never doubted her love for me, I can feel the strength of it. And I love her that much back.

We didn't even dry off, we fell into bed soaking wet, and within seconds, she was down there, her lips on my pussy, her tongue inside me. I gasped and groaned, and a few minutes later I came, hard. We traded, and I licked and sucked and ate her pussy until she came, and I kept on going until she had a second one. We finally drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, each other's juices on our faces. My last coherent thought was how much I loved her.


I love Sundays, because I don't have to do shit. Well, I don't have to do shit on Mondays, either, but Sundays are the best. We finally got up, and had breakfast on our little balcony.

"What 'choo wanna do today, bee-otch?" said Rachel, and I sighed lazily.

"Nothin'," I said. "Maybe fuck around for a while. Or, hey, we could go to the mall. At some point we gotta go back to the Valley and get my car. Tonight, we'll fuck around some more."

"Yeah," she said, "that sounds good."

We dressed, got in Rachel's car, and she drove to the Valley. My car sat, forlornly, all alone in the empty parking lot. I got out, and shit. The door was cracked open. I could tell somebody'd been in it. There wasn't nothin' missin', at least, because I never kept nothin' in it. Not even a radio to steal. I drove it home, and got back in Rachel's car.

We went to the mall, the new one, and spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon looking at clothes and shit. I bought a few things, I'd only brought two twenties, though. Rachel bought a nice dress, she was one of those girls that look great in dresses, or blouses and skirt.

We got somethin' to eat, and finally went back home. We spent the rest of the afternoon in each other's arms, watchin' Gilligan's Island and other stupid shit.


Tuesday sucked. Rachel had gotten off early, and we made out until I was almost late. I hurried, but I knew I'd slide in right under the wire. I drove into Valley Brook, very careful of the speed limit, I knew the cops were shits about it. Anyway, to my disgust, I saw the fuckin' cop lights in my rear-view. Shit. I pulled into the Valley's parking lot, I was that close. I sat in my car dejectedly, while the cop ran my plates. Another car pulled up. Shit. The whole police force was there, to take down a single female. I felt dangerous.

The cop finally approached, took my license and wasted some more time. Finally the second cop came up, and to my great surprise, a third car showed up. They were calling in the reserves for me. I knew this would take a while.

"Exit the vehicle, Ma'am," the first cop said, and I slowly got out. He guided me back to his car, and opened the back door. I didn't want to get in, but I did.

"Can you tell me what this is about?" I said, trying my hardest to be polite.

"Just routine, Ma'am, we're gonna search your vehicle," he said. Shit. I wasn't gonna be just late, I was gonna be really late. I looked at the door to the Valley, and saw Terhune standin' in the door watching all this shit. Darla peeked out behind him, through the barely open door. I smiled and waved at her, but I don't think she could see me in the car. Terhune waved back, though.

I watched the three cops open all four doors of my car, and then open the trunk. I knew there wasn't shit in the car, I hadn't ever had anything in it worth hidin'. But, I was surprised yet again when one of the cops approached me, a fairly large baggie in his gloved hands. When he got to me he showed it to me. It looked like pot. Shit. Not just pot, but a bunch of pot.

"Sorry, Ma'am, but consider yourself under arrest," he said. I started to get out since the door was still open, but he told me to stay in the car.

"Hey," I said, stammering, "I ain't got no idea where that shit came from. Trust me, if I knew I had it, I'd be home smokin' it right now."

He kinda laughed at that, and said, "I'm sure you would."

"Actually... I don't do that shit no more. I've grown out of it. I'm not a druggie."

"No judgment of your character intended, Ma'am," he said all smart-alecky, making it sound like an insult. "Anyway, this much isn't for personal use. This amount is for distribution. I guess you had a little business on the side, other than shakin' your booty."

Shit. I was fucked. Immediately Roxy came to mind. She'd planted the shit, or had somebody do it. It would have been easier than fuck, my car was in the parking lot all night, unlocked. Double shit. I was a dumb fuck for not searching it myself, after the other night.

"C'mon," I said. Damn, I wished Larry was here, though I don't know what he coulda done for me. Why did this shit always happen when he was off shift? "Officer..." I looked at his name tag. "Officer Bryant, give me a break. Test that shit, it's probably ten years old, it was probably in the car when I bought it. Where'd you find it?"

"I am not at liberty to divulge that information," he said. I wished I'd watched closer what they were doing to my car, and seen where they found it. And I wondered if they knew where it was ahead of time. Shit. I'd been framed. Shit fuck.

I just sat in the car and stewed. The longer I sat the madder I got. I could have killed Roxy by the time we drove over to the police station. I was cuffed by then, and stayed cuffed for the next two hours while the secretary typed all my shit up. They finally took my picture and stuck me in one of their two cells. I was all alone. I finally cried a little there, thinking how bad I was fucked. I might go to jail for this shit, I realized. Or prison.

An officer finally came and asked me if I'd like to call anybody. Shit yeah I would. I asked them what my bail was, and he mumbled something about a judge not being available to determine that. I called Rachel, and started boo-hooing when she answered.

"Rache honey," I finally said, "I'm in jail again, and it's bad this time. Get everything beneath the mattress, count it, and have it ready for when I call you. For when they decide my bail."

I told her a shortened version of the whole story, and told her I loved her. I finally hung up, the secretary was looking like she wanted her phone back. They took me back to my cell. I finally slept a while, on the cold bunk, with no blanket. By morning I was pretty agitated, but I kept my cool when they finally took me before the judge, who told me my bail was two grand. That was cool, I knew I had at least that much under my bed. I called Rachel, and she brought the money and picked me up.

"You makin' a habit of this, girl," she said, smiling at me. I sighed.

"I know Roxy did this shit. She's dead, the bitch is abso-fuckin'-lutely dead," I said.

"Naw, you don't wanna go to the big house for a stupid-ass slut like her," said Rachel. I nodded. Somehow, though, I'd get my revenge. Somehow. I wondered what her nose looked like now. I wondered how bad it'd hurt to punch her there again.

This time we had to retrieve my car from the impound lot, and the bastards charged us six bucks for that shit. We spent the rest of the afternoon hunkered down in our apartment, holding each other. I alternated between crying and being pissed off. Rachel was sweet, as usual, and just helped me by being there for me.

The next morning sucked after Rachel went to work, and finally that afternoon I drove to the Valley. I checked in with Terhune, and he motioned for me to follow him.

"Ruthie," he said. Shit. I knew he was going to try and sweet talk me, he always called me Ruthie when he was coming on to me.

"Ruthie, you and I both know you didn't have anything to do with that shit in your car. I think we both know who did, and it might make you happy to know that I fired her ass just a few minutes ago. She can't dance, with her nose lookin' like it does. I'm surprised you didn't run into her in the parking lot, but that's probably for the best." Shit yeah it was, I thought, I'd bust her in the nose again.

"Anyway, let me know if I can help you. I know a good lawyer, he's helped me out of some deep shit before. Here."

He gave me a business card, and I stuck it in my pocket after looking at it. I almost laughed, the lawyer's name was Percival Duckworth. My lawyer is a fucking duck, I told myself.

After a few more double enteendres Terhune let me go get dressed. I was satisfied, at least, that I wasn't gonna be fired. And there was some icing on the goddam cake, not having to put up with Roxy's shit any more. I owed Terhune for that. Maybe I'd give him a quick fuck, some night after everybody went home. Anyway, the night was hard on me, all I could think of was the shit hanging over my head, and if I'd go to prison or not. It was hard to keep my mind on dancing.

A bunch of college kids were there, rich little bastards, and I raked it in, giving lap dance after lap dance. My pussy got a little sore from being rubbed so hard, and my tits were almost bruised. These guys knew the ropes, and weren't afraid to push the envelope. Well, I gotta admit, there ain't much envelope with me, I pretty much let them do whatever they wanted. Before long I was sitting in a kid's lap while he reached his hand around my waist, and pumped his finger in and out of my cunt. He kept sniffing it, giving me the giggles.

"We got a motel room," he said, "come party with us. Bring one of your girlfriends."

"Shit, man," I said, thinking. This prison shit looming on the horizon. I already felt like I was gonna have to go. And that two grand for bail... I'd pretty much shot my wad on that shit. Two grand was a lot, at five bucks a dance. I needed money. I wondered what I could take these kids for. And, it almost seemed like fun.

Don't get me wrong. I love Rachel. Our love is deeper than just sex, it's... it's spiritual, or somethin'. Is the word cerebral? Dunno. But, every now and then, I do like to be fucked deep and hard. What I told you about Darnell shows that. And these kids were young, clean and looked pretty cool. I knew they'd be hardbodies, and I knew they'd fuck like stallions. I wondered what Darla had planned after work. But first I had to get the idea across to them that it would cost them money. And how much.

"Baby," I said, "that sounds like fun, but I'm not sure you could afford me. Especially two of us."

"What we talkin?" he said.

I just grabbed a number from thin air. I realized I should have thought it out a little better, before I spoke.

"Four hundred for the two of us. Two hundred if it's just me, if Darla don't wanna do it."

"Shit," he said, "That's pretty goddam expensive. Are you sure you're worth it?"

"Darlin'," I said. "I'm just gonna lay there. Whatever happens is up to you guys."

He laughed at that.

"Do you do oral?" he asked.

"Hell yeah," I said, "even good girls do oral now."

That got another laugh. He wiggled around a little, and jabbed his finger back into my cunt.

"Lemme talk to my buddies," he finally said, and I nodded.

"Lemme talk to my girlfriend," I said.

After the song finished I went over to where Darla was. I hurriedly explained the situation to her.

"You think we can trust these guys?" she asked. I shrugged.

"It ain't a matter of trust. We get the money ahead of time, and I'll put it in my glovebox. Four hundred bucks is four hundred bucks, honey."

"Okay, I'll do it," she said, nodding. I went back to the boy's table.

The guy I'd danced for, the guy that kinda seemed to be the ringleader of the bunch, stood and whispered in my ear.

"Is four hundred your bottom dollar?" he said. "All we could come up with was a three hundred."

Bullshit, I thought. These rich little fucks?

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey," I said, looking sympathetic. "Maybe next time. You will come back, won't you?"

"Shit," he said. "Lemme see if anybody's holdin' out on me."

I left him whispering to his buddies, and did a lap dance for one of my regulars, an old man named Dylan. He slipped me a ten, like he always did, and I kissed him and thanked him. When I made it back to the boy's table, the chief nodded.

"Okay, it's a deal," he said. I nodded.

"Payable in advance," I said, and he looked miffed.

"You don't trust us?" he asked. I laughed.

"I don't trust my own momma, when four hundred bucks is concerned," I said.

"Okay, when we get to the room," he said, and I nodded. That was fair.


One thing left to do. I kinda hated to do it, but I had to. I owed her that. I got a guy to give me a quarter, and went to the pay phone by the bathrooms. I saw Terhune watching me, and smiled at him. He finally gave a tight little smile, and looked away.

I dialed our number. Rachel answered on the first ring.

"Rache, honey..." I said. I mean, shit, I'd done this shit before, and she didn't get mad at me. She knew my style, she knew the shit I did, and she still loved me. I didn't deserve somebody as good as her.

"Rache, I got a chance to make two hundred bucks. I'll be a little late, I'll try to be home by five, okay?"

"Sure, Ruthie," she said. I tried to read her voice, but I couldn't tell if she was pissed. She'd never been before, when I came home late.

"Honey, I'm sorry and I'll miss you like crazy and I'll make it up to you. This is just too good to pass up, some lap dances for a private party. Hell, I might make more than two hundred." I felt guilty for not telling her the truth, that I was goin' there to get the shit fucked out of me. I wondered if she believed me. I wondered if it'd bother her, if she knew.

"I understand, darlin'," Rachel said. "Just take care of yourself. I'll worry about you."

"Awww," I felt myself tear up. What a bitch I was, to do this to the girl I loved. "Honey, don't. You know I'm a big girl. You know I can take care of myself."

"Yeah. Just be careful. You be alone?"

"No, Darla's comin', too."

"Good. Just stick together." she said. I nodded, and then said "Yeah" when I remembered she couldn't see me on the phone.

"I love you, honey. I love you the most," I said, and after some shit like that I hung up. I looked at the clock. Shit. Still over two hours 'til last call.


Big chief got in my car with me, in the passenger's seat, to tell me where to go. We went down the street to the city proper, and finally ended up at a Motel 6. We all exited the cars, and Darla and I followed the boys to their room.

"Okay," I said, standing in the doorway, not closing it. "You got the money?"

They mumbled among themselves, and one guy whispered rapidly something I couldn't hear. I didn't care much for him, I was already calling him Mr. Whiney-Ass in my head. And I was starting to not like the situation, but I had confidence in my ability to handle it. Finally the chief collected money from the other four boys, and counted it out to me. I handed it to Darla, and gave her my car keys from my purse.

"Go lock this in the glove box, honey," I said. "We'll wait for you to get back."

Mr. Whiney-Ass started whispering again, I could tell he was protesting that move, but the chief shushed him. I really wondered what was up. I'd have to watch these guys pretty carefully.

When Darla got back, I closed the door and slid the chain in it.

"Okay, boys," I said, staring at them. "Who's first?"


Three hours later I was exhausted. But... it'd been kinda fun. I'd came so many times I'd lost count, and I was all wet and sticky down there. Darla and I'd even jumped in the shower for a second to try and wash all the cum out of our cunts. Jeezus, these boys were young and full of the shit. After we got out of the shower, I shut the door and took a healthy shit, because of what one of the guys had asked me. I hoped he could get it up again.

Back in the room I singled out Mr. WannaButtFuck. "I'm ready, honey," I said, and crawled up on a bed. I smeared a little packet of hand creme on my asshole, and got ready for him. He looked fairly hard at least, and it takes a hard cock for butt-fucking. I felt him moving around behind me, and at last I felt the tip of his cock on my asshole. I tried to relax as hard as I could. He pushed in gently, and I appreciated his thoughtfulness. I'm not a really big fan of asshole sex, but I do it, and tonight, for some reason, I just seemed hungry to do crazy shit. I'd already let one guy shoot his jizz in my face, after I blew him. And they'd all watched me eat Darla's pussy, not that I hadn't done that shit before.

Anyway, I let that guy fuck me in the ass. I actually kinda enjoyed the feeling of him, inside me. He wasn't no giant, just right for ass-fucking. Finally, I could tell he was cumming. I was fingering my clit, and I had yet another cum. I laughed as I looked over at Darla. She was watching TV as Mr. Whiney-ass took her from behind. I caught her eye and winked at her, and she smiled back. She looked worn out, and I figured I looked about the same. Sex is hard work, when you're outnumbered two to one.

I finally looked at the clock. All the guys were resting, I think we'd pretty much drained them. I started rounding up my clothes and got dressed. Darla got up, and did the same.

"Well, boys, it's been fun," I said, "but the parties over. Anybody got any last requests?"

Nobody did, but the chief stood up.

"Listen," he said. "Four hundred is way too much. Give us back half, and we'll call it even."

"No, we fuckin' won't," I said.

"C'mon," the chief said. "You guys were good, but you weren't four hundred dollars good."

I started to burn.

"A deal is a deal," I said, reaching into my purse. He saw my hand move, and started for me. I yanked the gun out, and pointed it right at his face.

He stopped, and stared at it. Finally he said, "That ain't real..."

"Try me, bitch," I said. "Just fuckin' try me. Listen, I'm probably goin' to prison anyway, and it won't hurt my feelin's any to spend a few extra years for cappin' your goddam ass."

Mr. Whiney-ass was pretty agitated, and he started forward. I figured he'd probably put up most of the four hundred bucks, he sure seemed worried about it. I moved the gun until it was pointing at his face. He blanched, and backed up a step.

"Darla," I said, "reach into my pocket and get my keys. Leave the room door open, and go start my car. Leave only the driver's side unlocked. Scoot over after you start it. I'll drive."

I could feel her hands shaking as she reached in my pocket. She had looked totally freaked, she didn't know about my gun. She disappeared out the door, and at least remembered to leave it open. Oh shit, I thought, I'm alone with five guys, and a fake gun.

Yeah, it was a fake. One of my old boyfriends, Frank, had given it to me. It was actually a "replica", not just a cheap copy, it'd cost him like forty bucks. He'd taken it to work and drilled the plug in the barrel out, so it looked real when you were staring down it. And it was made before they started putting those goofy red things on the barrel. It was so real it even had a clip with some fake bullets, but I'd managed to lose that somewhere. But I held it like he'd shown me, with my left hand over the bottom of it, so they couldn't see the clip was missing. It was a pain in the ass in my little purse, but I'd carried it for so long I felt naked without it. All that time, I thought, I carried this bitch all that time, for just right now.

"You little bitch," said the chief. "That's a fake. I can tell."

"Well, come on then," I said, wondering if I could hit him with the gun if he rushed me. At the moment I kinda wished the gun was real. I'm still not sure if a fake is worth the trouble. You gotta have big balls, to bluff your way, with a fake. Luckily, I have big balls, for a girl.

"Guys, it's a fake. We can take her," he said, growing more insistent.

Anyway, other than try and fight him, which I knew I couldn't win, I'd do better to just run out the door behind me. "Are you so sure you wanna be shot in the face, motherfucker?" I asked him. I had the gun back on the chief by now. The other boys were frozen, staring at me like rabbits in a headlight.

"Listen, you dumb fucks," I finally said, exasperated. "We made a deal, and we're stickin' to it. I'm not ripping you off or anything. This is all your doing. If you'd been straight with me, you'd never known I had a gun."

"I still don't believe you. It's a fake," the chief said, and I could see him tensing. I knew he was just a second away from coming at me. Holding the gun directly in his face, I yelled "Bang!" just as loud as I could, and was satisfied to see his whole body jump. I was even more satisfied to see a little wet spot appear in the front of his slacks, he'd peed himself a little. I had a hard time stifling my laughter. I felt like it was over, though. I felt like I'd won.

I hadn't heard my car start like I thought I would, but I slowly backed out of the room, never letting the gun waver from the chief's face. I turned and ran when I was out, down the row to where my car was, and Darla was waiting, anxiety on her face. She'd done everything correctly, and I jumped in, locked the door, slammed it in reverse, and screeched the tires the fuck out of there. The last thing we saw was the five boys rounding the corner of the building, staring after us.

"Shit, fuck, goddam," Darla said, "how the fuck did you pull that off?"

"Gotta have brass balls, darlin'," I said. My heart was beating like crazy, now that it was over. I felt like I was gonna faint. Darla laughed a sharp, hard laugh.

"Baby," she said, "as much as I like ya, that was probably my last. I'm makin' a comfortable livin' at the Valley, I don't need two hundred more bucks that bad. Shit fuck."

I laughed. "Get the money out, and take half of it, honey" I said, as we drove down 59th Street.


When I got back to the apartment Rachel was asleep. I was relieved, and took a quick shower, washing as much of the cum out of my pussy as I could. I had planned on taking a quick shower at the boy's room, but that hadn't worked out. I still hated to lie to her, and felt like a bitch for doing it.

She mumbled and hugged me when I crawled into bed with her, and I wrapped my arms around her. When I held her all my problems seemed far away. I kissed her gently, and sighed. Next thing I knew it was morning.


I called the lawyer the next day, and explained my predicament to him. He seemed sympathetic, which of course is what he's paid to do, and he seemed professional, something I didn't expect from one of Terhune's friends. Especially one with duck in their name.

"Did you say the cop had on gloves?" he asked me. Yes, I replied.

"Well, if there's prints on the bag, that's good, unless they are yours." he said.

"No way. Honestly, I have no reason to lie to you. I never saw that shit before."

"Well, prints are hard to take off plastic bags and such, but recent advances have made it possible. I'll alert the police chief, whom fortunately I know personally, that we are going to expect the bag to be tested for prints. If yours aren't on there, it'll be harder to make the charges stick on you."

"Good, good," I was relieved. I hung apart after some talk of this nature. I was pleased until he told me roughly what all this was gonna cost me, and then I cried in Rachel's lap for an hour when she got home.


The week passed slowly. I worried about the college boys showing up at the Valley, but they never did. I hoped I'd seen the last of them. During the day I saw Rachel for our usual three or four hours, the time from when she gets home from work, and I go. I wish we were on the same schedule, so we could be together more... but, I dunno, in a way, I think it makes us appreciate each other more. And we're not together so long that we ever get on each other's nerves. Still, it'd be nice. The problem is I can't do shit other than dance, I mean anything else I'd do would be minimum wage. I make a shitload over minimum, at the Valley.

Rachel works at an insurance company, in an office. I dunno if I could take that shit either, she's always telling about the shit that goes on there, the power plays and all the office games, I think I'd get canned pretty quick for breaking somebody's nose or somethin'. At least she don't come home stinkin' like cigarette smoke like I do.

I have no idea how some straight-laced little city girl like Rachel ended up with a hard-drinkin' party-animal country girl like me. Actually, I don't drink much any more at all, I decided a while back I don't wanna end up like my momma. Anyway, I met her at a block party at an apartment complex I lived in, and a few hours later we were in my pad, makin' out. I'd made out with girls before, mostly girlfriends from the time before I had boyfriends, but she was a real virgin, she'd never been fucked, by a girl or a boy, as hard as that is to believe. And she still ain't ever been fucked by a boy. Rachel is the kindest, sweetest girl in the world, and I'm lucky to have her. I made myself promise never to do shit again that might make her upset, or worst of all make her wanna leave me. I don't wanna risk that.

Finally it was Friday. I got up, waited for Rachel to get home, we watched TV until our brains melted, and then I finally stumbled off to work. I got undressed and hit the floor. Within minutes Terhune flashed the stage lights, and I knew the door guy had seen the cops in the parking lot. Sure enough they came in, and thank god, Larry was on duty tonight. I went right to him, I wanted to hug him but I didn't, and he just laughed at the dead-puppy dog look on my face.

"Heard you had problems, Peebee," he said, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I got set up," I said. "Larry, if you can, tell me how much trouble I'm really in."

He sighed. I hated to put him on the spot like that, but I wanted to know what he knew.

"Darlin'," he finally said, "Although I'm assistant chief, that don't really mean shit in the real world. The chief don't tell me shit." I saw him look at the other cop, and the man nodded. I assumed Larry trusted him. "Anyway, some high-powered lawyer dude called a few days ago, and stirred things up, I assume you know about that."

I nodded. Good. The duck was on the job.

"So we're getting the bag tested for prints. If yours ain't on there, they might drop the charges. Dunno. They'll wanna pin it on somebody's ass, though. There was a lot in that bag."

Yeah, that's the only thing that bothered me, that somebody wanted my ass on a stick bad enough to waste that much dope on fingering me. But I guess they wanted it to be enough to get me for distribution.

"Anyway, darlin'," Larry said, patting me on the back, "keep your nose extra-special clean for a while. No more fights in the dressing room, shit like that."

"Yeah," I said, laughing.

"Heard you busted that old gal up pretty good," he said, and I nodded again.

"She had it comin'. She's been riding my back ever since she came here."

"Well, try to stay calm. I'll do what I can to help you, I know you're clean on that dope charge, at least. Call me crazy, but I trust you on that."

"Yeah, it was a frame-up," I said. "My car was in the parkin' lot all night, unlocked. I almost asked for it."

He laughed, and a few minutes later they left, after checking the bathrooms to make sure nobody was whackin' off, or whatever they look for in there. The fun finally started again.

I was glad to have finally talked to Larry, and he'd settled my mind a little, from what he'd told me. I liked Larry, and I knew he liked me, though it wouldn't have ever gone anywhere, even if I wasn't hooked up with Rachel. I'd met him a time or two at the KFC on Shields and he'd bought me lunch, and we'd talked. He was happily married, so he said, and I think he just had an interest in me or something, he'd acted like my dad or my big brother, and told me to get out of the clubs and find a real job. I promised him I'd try, but of course I probably won't. It's always good to have friends, though, and having a cop for a friend could be a big help in the right situation, though it hadn't really helped me in this mess.

Some people came in, and I looked at them. It was those two guys and Erik, from the other night. He looked around 'til he saw me watchin' them, and waved to me. I let them find a table and sit, and went over. Erik seemed a little more self-assured tonight, and I liked him a little better for it. I finally sat on his lap, and he put his arm around my stomach and held me. I talked to the guys for a while, and then I had to hit the stage. Erik had asked for a lap dance, so after I got down I dragged him over to the corner, and waited for the next song to start.

"You said you'd let me take you out to dinner sometimes," he reminded me. Yeah, I'd said that. I nodded.

"Okay," I said, "gimme a time and a place to meet you."

"Awww," he said, "I can't pick you up at your place?"

"Maybe next time," I said, and he nodded.

"Okay," he said, "how 'bout the Hibachi House, tomorrow at five. You don't go to work 'til sevenish, right?"

"Yeah, that'll work," I said. I'd never heard of the place, I'd have to look it up in the phone book when I got home. The song started, and I turned and sat in his lap.

"You got a boyfriend, Peebee?" he whispered loudly in my ear. I giggled. I turned and rubbed his cock with my leg while we talked.

"No," I said, "but I got a girlfriend." His eyes almost bugged out. I think he knew instantly what kind of girlfriend I'd meant.

"You into girls then?" he said, an amazed look on his face. I giggled some more.

"Naw, just one girl." I said. He nodded.

"That is the coolest sexiest thing I've ever heard of," he said, "I never met a girl before that liked girls." He paused for a moment, and seemed to get his courage up. "Is she as... as sexy as you?"

I giggled. I'm sure he was afraid I'd say, no, she's some dikey old bitch.

"Hell yeah," I said, wishing I had a picture of Rachel to show him. "She's way the fuck sexier. She's fuckin' hot. I ain't gonna sleep with no skanky old ho."

He giggled then, and I could feel his hard cock. I grabbed it with both hands. He seemed pretty good sized, no Darnell, but nice and fat feeling.

"Careful, honey," he said. "I had an accident last time I was here, please don't make me have to do laundry when I get home."

I laughed, and stroked. I knew there was no way he'd be brave enough to get it out, not like Darnell was. Oh well. I remembered my promise to Rachel, and sighed. Did I really wanna get mixed up with this kid? Not really, but I might play around a little. I wondered, I started wondering then... the idea of me making it with another girl really seemed to get him off... I wondered if I could let him watch me do it with Rachel, at least.

I looked at the clock. Shit. Over four more hours of this shit. I started making some plans.

"Erik..." I said. "What you gonna do tonight?" He looked surprised.

"Nothin'," he said.

"Look, come back about one, if you can. You can follow me home, and I'll introduce you to Rachel as an old friend of mine, or better yet somebody I went to school with. We can sit around and shoot the shit."

That'd work. Tomorrow was Saturday, Rachel could stay up late, since she didn't have to go to work in the morning. Maybe Rachel and I could play around a little for him, if she wasn't squeamish about an audience. I knew guys liked to watch that shit. And just what I do for a living tells you what kind of exhibitionist I am.

Erik and his friends finally left, and he promised to be back at one. I got my usual eight-minute fuck from Darnell, and came, to my satisfaction. I felt pretty horny after that, and I sucked on an old man's cock for a minute in the corner, after he got brave enough to get it out. A bunch of business guys were there, and one got up on stage while I was dancing and I rode on his back like a bronc rider, until Terhune threw him off the stage. A fight broke out, and Terhune and the bouncer had to throw a whole shitload of guys out the door, and it was kinda tame the rest of the night after that.

A few minutes 'til one I went over to Terhune, and told him I was sick. He just gave me a disgusted look, and I whined at him, "C'mon, you don't want me to barf in here, do you?"

"You better not be lyin' to me," he said, and I shook my head.

"Honest," I said, "I ate some fuckin' chink food, and it's makin' me sick." He laughed at that, and finally waved his hand. I slipped him a ten, and went and dressed, and went out in the parking lot. I looked around for Erik, and finally he drove up from the end of the lot.

"Just follow me," I said, and got in my car. He did, and I took us back to the apartment. In the parking lot I stopped and we talked.

"Okay," I said. I felt bad about lying to Rachel, but I wanted this to look more natural than just bringing some strange guy home.

"We went to school together, well, I only went to tenth, but we know each other from that. From Mustang High, got that? Mustang High."

He nodded, and repeated it.

"And whatever you do, call me Ruth or Ruth Ann. Especially not Peebee or Poodle Butt. Make it seem like you just met me, at the Valley, not that we've known each other for a week or two. Okay?"

He nodded. I led him up the stairs, and unlocked the door. Rachel was stretched out on the couch, I think she'd been asleep, but she raised up and regarded us with bleary eyes.

"Rachel, honey, sorry to do this to you... but I met a guy I used to know tonight, and I wanna talk to him a while. Okay?"

"Sure, honey," she said, yawning and stretching. She was just wearing a t-shirt, and she looked sexier than shit. I was proud of her.

We sat, or he sat in the easy chair, and I sat on the couch next to Rachel. I reached out for her, and she giggled and crawled into my lap, which is hard to do because she's the same size as me. I held her and petted her.

"Rachel, this is Erik..." Oh shit. I had no idea what his last name was. Fuck. "Erik Smith. I went to school with him, when I went to school. I've known him since kindergarten."

She nodded, and he nodded at her. After a moment he rose, and shook her hand formally. I giggled.

"How's your folks, Erik?" I asked, hoping to hell he had folks.

"They're just fine," he said. "They still live in Guthrie. My sister still lives at home."

"I see," I said.

"And yours?" he asked.

"I dunno," I said. "I'm kinda estranged from them, at the moment. Me and my mom... got issues..."

"I'm sorry to hear, Ruthie," he said, "but I understand, considering..."

"Yeah, you know the story," I said. This was going well. That "Ruthie" was a nice touch, too. I was good at this shit, too good. I decided not to push it, though. Sooner or later we'd screw up.

"What you do now?" I asked.

"I'm at Tinker," he said. "Apprentice electrician."

"Oh, shit," I said, "you rake it in, then."

He laughed. "Not that much. But enough."

We did some safe small talk, like that. He asked me how long I'd danced, and I told him the truth, a little over a year. Finally the talk tapered down to almost nothing. I looked at the clock. Barely thirty minutes had gone by.

On impulse, I turned my face to Rachel, and she turned hers. I pressed into her lips, my mouth open, and we kissed a nice long kiss. I said "Mmmm..." and we kissed again.

I put my lips against her ear, and whispered to her. "Honey," I said, "Let's blow his mind. Let's make out. He's safe, he won't do nothin' but watch."

She giggled. "Are you fuckin' insane?" she finally whispered to me.

"Hell no, it'll be fun. You ain't never done it with nobody watchin'?"

"Of course not," she whispered back. "I ain't never done it period 'til I met you. You know that."

I giggled. True. Our mouths met again. I reached up and grabbed her right tit and squeezed. She squealed and pulled away, but came right back. I squeezed it some more, and pinched her fat nipple, under her t-shirt. I tried to see Erik out of the corner of my eye, but I couldn't. I could hear Rachel breathing, and feel the heat from her body. I was gettin' more and more turned on, and I could feel my pussy oozin'.

"Rache, honey," I whispered, my face in hers. "C'mon, fuck me..." She made that funny "Uh-uh" noise that she does, but her body was telling me a different story. Her arms were wrapped around me, and she was rubbing her tits on mine. I finally pushed her back on the couch, laying her down.

"Shit, you sneaky little bitch, you don't have panties on," I said, admiring her bravery. She'd been sitting talking this whole time bare-ass naked down there. She giggled and I just buried my face in her pussy.

I could see Erik now, and his eyes were open so wide I was afraid they'd fall out and roll around on the floor. I looked at his crotch, and was pleased to see a nice fat lump in his pants. I was sure he was enjoying the show.

I plastered my face into Rachel's crotch. My hands were full of her tits as I sucked her juices into my mouth. She finally pulled her t-shirt up and off, and I admired her even more. She was going for this, full steam ahead. I stopped, pulled my jeans off, and yanked my t-shirt over my head. I hadn't had panties on. She watched me, a smile on her face.

I attacked her again, and before long she came, a nice long one, with moaning and snuffling and all the good stuff. I knew it was a good one, and I hoped it had helped her to feel sexy, having an audience.

She finally sat up and tried to push me down, but I had other ideas.

"Honey," I said, kissing her and breathing in her face.

"Honey... you wanna try something new?"

She instantly got a guarded look on her face. I thought, shit, don't wanna scare her off, at this point.

"Honey," I said again. "I know you've never done nothin' like this before... but this might be a good opportunity to try. I know Erik, he's a nice guy, and I know he's clean and safe. You wanna see his weenie? You ever see one before?"

Rachel turned red, and hid her face in my tits. I knew she was embarrassed. I just held her and rocked her for a while, whispering to her. I looked at Erik to wink at him, and goddam if he didn't look as scared as she seemed to be. Shit! I thought. I wondered why that'd freak him out so much. I started to wonder about something.

Rachel finally shyly met my eye. She opened her mouth. I waited patiently, holding her.

"I... I guess so..." she softly said, I read her lips more than heard her. Good, I thought. For some reason I really wanted it for her. I wanted to educate her a little. Except what if, I thought, she likes guys and leaves me? Actually, I wasn't worried about that. I knew how strong our love was.

I just held her a little while longer, humming to her and rocking her. Finally I looked over at Erik, he'd seemed to calm down a little, too. I nodded at him, and he nodded back.

"Sit up here, darlin'," I finally said, and let Rachel situate herself on the couch beside me. "Erik, hon, stand up and come here," I said. He rose, and made the three or four steps to stand in front of us.

"Get it out, my friend," I said, and he took a deep breath, unzipped his pants, and struggled to pull his hard cock out the slit. I giggled, and I heard Rachel giggle too. He finally got it out.

"Pull your balls out, too," I said, and he did. I just sat there and stared for a second. His cock was pretty amazing. It was probably two or three inches over average in length, but that wasn't the amazing part. I was as big around as any cock I'd ever seen, and I seen my share. It almost looked as big around as a coke can. Well, it wasn't quite that fat, but you get the idea. It was pretty hefty.

"Oh, honey," I said to Rachel. "He's got a monster. If you ever see one again, it probably won't be this big. This one is pretty goddam big."

Erik smiled tightly, I'm sure he knew he had a big cock. Right then and there, I decided I wouldn't be happy until I felt that thing inside me. Either here, or in a motel room somewhere later, it was gonna happen.

"Baby," I said, looking into Rachel's face. "You wanna try puttin' it in your mouth?"

She folded again, leaning down and pressing her face into my tits. I hoped that I hadn't gone to far with her. I leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"C'mon, honey, just so you can say you did. It'll be fun, I'll show you how..."

She raised back up, once again a shy smile on her face. I nodded, and she finally nodded back.

"Show me," she said.

I looked at Erik. "Hon," I said, "can you keep from shooting?" I was going to try and talk Rachel into letting him fuck me, and I wanted him to stay hard so he could do me. He nodded slowly, and said, "I'll try..."

I leaned forward, opening my mouth. Goddam, that bitch was fat. My jaws almost hurt at once. I slid the cap in, rubbing my tongue over it. The cap was hard, damn it was hard. The whole thing was amazingly hard, for a big one. I had noticed that, that sometimes big cocks weren't as hard as little ones, I'd even noticed that with Darnell. But this bitch was hard.

I went as deep as I could, until I almost gagged. I sucked hard and pulled out, feeling his whole body jerk. Damn, that felt cool. I did it again, and again. I swished my tongue around the cap, and scraped it with my teeth. I finally grabbed his fat balls, and juggled them like a monkey at the circus.

Rachel giggled softly beside me, and I wondered what she thought. I went on for maybe five minutes, and finally dropped him out of my mouth.

"You wanna try, baby?" I asked her, and she hesitantly nodded. She leaned forward as he scooted sideways a foot. She just stared at it at first, and I giggled.

"Darlin'," I said, "like I said, most of 'em aren't this big. Look." I pulled it up, and let her look at the underneath side of it. "When you're suckin' on it, concentrate on the cap. That, and just suck the whole thing in your mouth as hard as you can. I think that feel good too."

She nodded, and approached closer and closer. Then she went back a ways. Then forward. I was almost holding my breath. I looked up and Erik, and he still had the funniest goddam look on his face. She finally opened her mouth. Shit. Not nearly wide enough. But she touched the cap of it with her lips, at last. She opened wider and wider, and finally the whole cap was in her mouth.

"You're doin' great, baby," I said, patting her on the back. She made a "mmmph" sound, and I hugged her slightly, trying not to disturb her activities. She pushed it deeper and deeper, and I saw her cheeks cave in when she pulled out. She was doing great. I heard him make an involuntary noise above us.

I looked up at him, and finally caught his eye. He looked down inquisitively.

"Erik," I mouthed, not speaking, hoping he could read lips. "Are you a virgin?"

He looked puzzled, and I repeated it, after looking at Rachel to make sure her attention was still on his cock. It was, she was pumping it in and out of her mouth fairly energetically. I was surprised to see her hand kneading and cupping his balls.

I looked back up. He'd gotten the message this time, and once again there was sheer panic on his face. Shit. Shit! I was almost overjoyed. This was too good an opportunity to pass up.

"It's okay, don't worry," I mouthed to him, but he didn't look any less panicky. I smiled at him, and pointed to Rachel. "She's a virgin too," I mouthed. He still hadn't seemed to get it. Let me work my magic, I thought.

I let Rachel play. She seemed to be comfortable, I could feel her shoulders underneath my arm and she wasn't tensed or anything. I hoped she enjoyed herself, but, like I said, not too much. I wanted her to want to suck on me, most of all. Cocks are fun every now and then, but let's not lose focus.

She finally dropped it, and took a gasping breath.

"Does your jaws hurt, honey?" I said, laughing, and she smiled.

"You did good," I said, "now normally, he'd cum, and fill your mouth up. Maybe we can do that later. But, first, I want you to listen to me. I want you both to listen to me."

I lay back, and took her in my arms. She put her head on my tits, and I could feel her relax.

"Listen," I said, looking at Erik. "We got a rare opportunity, here. We got a chance to do something that both of you will remember forever. And I'll be here to help you along. I'll make it work, I'll make it something special."

I felt Rachel tense, at that. I think she already knew what I was getting at. And Erik looked like he was facin' a firin' squad.

"You are both virgins. That's something special. But losing it can be special, too, and everybody does, eventually."

"I'm not a virgin, I've fucked you a million times," said Rachel, her breath hot on my nipple. I laughed.

"Honey, you know what I mean. I popped your cherry, true, but you ain't never been fucked by a guy. You should at least do it once, darlin'. And this is the perfect opportunity. Just don't you two fall in love and leave me."

They both half-ass giggled at that. I wasn't worried. I just held Rachel and rocked her. Erik finally returned to his chair, his cock still hard as a rock. He sat, and I giggled when I looked at him, sitting there stiffly with his stiffie poking up. I winked at him.

Well, shit. Maybe I should ask him what he thought, at least.

"Erik, I've just assumed... would you be willing to try, if she was? Can you do it without cumming in her, so she don't get pregnant?"

"Oh," he was embarrassed. Damn, he spent a lot of time being embarrassed. I wished he could get over that. "Yeah... if she wants, I'll be glad..." he ran out of steam and shut up. Good, I thought.

"What you think, darlin'?" I asked Rachel, and maybe thirty seconds later she mumbled, "I guess."


We had moved to our bedroom. Erik sat on the side of the bed, while I got Rachel stretched out, her upper back on some pillows and her legs spread wide.

"Erik, honey," I said, "you wanna eat her pussy while I get the oil? You ever done that before?"

He shook his head shyly.

"Just concentrate on her clit, baby," I said, and spread her lips with my fingers and pointed to it. Surely he knew what a clit was. Surely he'd looked at Hustler or some other fuck book. He slowly crawled up on the bed, and I headed for the bathroom.

I finally found what I was looking for, a bottle of mineral oil my mother had given me when I moved out. It'll help you poop, she'd said, but I never had problems in that department. I knew it was some slick shit, though, my older brother had confiscated the bottle at our house long ago, and called it "jerk juice." I hoped it would help Rachel take Erik's monster cock.

I didn't want to split the poor girl in two, but damn, this was an opportunity not to be passed up, like I said. She'd sure as fuck remember this one her whole life. I knew I could take him, no problem. I'd never had a cock that fat, but I stuck a whole bedpost in my cunt once, back when I still lived at home. Baby oil had helped with that shit, and I still remembered how full it'd made me feel. I wanted Rachel to feel that, too, if only once.

When I came back in she was moaning and wiggling on the bed, to my satisfaction. I knew he wouldn't be near as good as I was, but fuck, it's hard to fuck up eatin' pussy. He probably wouldn't lick her asshole like I did, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. I sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over, pressing my mouth to hers. I licked her tongue, and then stuck my tongue underneath hers. She giggled and trembled beneath me.

I let him eat her for as long as he wanted. I knew she tasted good, she always does. Well, sometimes she's almost tasteless, she's such a clean freak. Sometimes I have to talk her into skipping showers, just because I wanna taste her.

Finally, after maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, I'd had enough.

"Crawl up here, honey," I said to Erik, and he tore himself away from her sweet cunt. She said, "Awww..." and we all giggled. He climbed up on the bed, and I guided him over her body. He finally lay, her right leg underneath him. I took his hard cock in my hand and frigged it a little. It was plenty hard, at least.

"We just gonna take it nice and slow," I said, and they nodded. "Rache, honey... if you feel the slightest pain say something, and we'll stop for a while. We're probably gonna have to give you time to stretch a little. You're cherry's already been popped, but I'm sure you still pretty small. But don't worry, it'll stretch."

I stopped and told them the story of me and the bedpost, and they both giggled. Then I had to explain that it had unscrewed, no, I did not ride it up in the air, and they giggled some more. A lot of goddam giggling went on that night.

I grabbed the mineral oil, and poured some into Rachel's pussy, and then poured some in my hand. I stroked Erik's cock, and rubbed it into him, and he groaned.

"Just that feels pretty goddam good, eh?" I said, laughing. I finally felt like we were all ready.

"Lean forward, Erik," I said, and he picked himself up with his arms over her body. I took his cock in my hand, and leaned down so I could guide it to the mouth of her cunt. When he'd moved far enough I placed it right on top of her, and saw him push slightly into her.

"Okay, slow now..." I said, and touched him on his naked ass. He slowly pressed into her, and I watched her face for signs of pain. I looked down, and the whole cap of his cock was already inside her. Good. I looked back, and her eyes were wide open, wide.

"You okay, baby?" I asked, and she nodded. He pressed insistently into her. "Erik, honey," I said, "Go in and out a little, instead of just pokin' it right it. Let it lube itself a little bit."

He nodded, and I could see him moving back and forth slightly. At last Rachel let out a little moan, and Erik stopped immediately.

"Keep goin'," she said, in a ragged voice. I laughed to myself. I was almost jealous of her. I wanted to feel that bitch inside me. I leaned down and kissed her, I didn't want him to get any ideas about kissin' her. You can fuck her, I thought, but you can't kiss my baby.

I looked down at where his cock was entering her body. I could see he was almost all the way in. I took the bottle of oil and dribble a little on the top of his cock. He finally stopped, and I heard Rachel take a convulsive breath.

"Okay, baby," I said to him, "just start pumping in and out. Hold back as long as you can, make sure she cums first. Always make sure the girl cums first." I hoped his future girlfriends would appreciate me training him this way. I'd had more than one guy fuckin' squirt after a few strokes and roll off. I wanted more for Rachel, for her first time. I wanted her to cum like crazy. That fat cock would do it for her, I hoped.

Just in case though, I stroked her clit some, too. It was cool to feel her pussy pulsate and expand as his monster cock slid in and out of her. I rubbed it with my knuckles, even. God, I hoped he could hold back.

Rachel finally came, and she came good. Real good. She arched her back and neck, held her arms up, locked at the elbow, and I knew her knees were locked, too. I know how she cums. Finally her body was just supported by her butt and the top of her head, and then she started shaking. She moaned and groaned, and I saw her fingers curl into fists. I laughed gently at her, and frigged her clit like crazy.

That shit went on for thirty seconds or more, and I was amazed. Amazed and a little jealous. It made me determined to get a little for myself. I just laughed at her as she lay there, a dreamy sleepy look on her face.

"Was it good, baby," I said, kissing her again. She laughed and nodded her head.

"Erik, honey..." I said, sitting up. He'd slowed, but he was still pumping her softly. I knew that Rachel wouldn't mind if I fucked him now, after all, she'd fucked him. "Could you do me now? You wanna?"


Erik finally left about five that morning. He'd done good, for a first timer, he brought me to a screaming orgasm, just like he'd done for Rachel. His fat cock felt wonderful in my cunt, he filled me completely. It reminded me of that goddam bedpost. I finally let him cum, and he filled me with the shit, so much that it squirted out as he pumped. He'd been saving it up for years, I think. I walked him out, and hugged him, and whispered "thanks" to him, and told him that he'd done real good. Maybe, I said, maybe we can do this again sometime. His eyes shone at that, and I think he was pretty happy when he left.

Rachel and I crawled into bed, and we slept until noon. She woke up first, and she woke me up, and we lay there for a while and talked about the night before. I was glad she didn't seem to have any regrets about doing it.

"So, darlin', now you know what it's all about," I said. "You gonna leave me and go chase boys now?"

"Awww, probably not," she said. "it was fun and all that, but still love you the most," We kissed. I wasn't worried. I was happy to lay there, in her arms. Even prison seemed far far away. I sighed, happy.


The week passed, slowly. Finally it was Saturday night again. Usually the busiest of the week. This one was no exception. I danced my ass off, and made almost three hundred bucks. That's a fuck of a lot of lap dances, if you do the math, though I got some tips that helped. I was busy almost the whole night. Darnell never showed up, so some other fucker got "Stairway", but he didn't know he could have fucked me, so I just danced. God that song is long. "Freebird" is longer, and that bitch is on the jukebox, too. Sometimes I scream out loud when I hear that one start. Rachel says "music fatigue" is an occupational hazard of my job, and she's right, most of the time when I'm home I just want blessed silence.

Larry and his partner came in, and I went and talked to him.

"Hi, darlin'," he said, "you get your money back yet?"

"What you mean?" I asked, puzzled.

"Nobody called you?" he said. "They dropped the charges. Your lawyer didn't call you?"

"Shit no!" I said, but inside I was overjoyed. I hoped that was the end of all that shit. I'd call the duck Monday mornin', eight AM. I wanted that two thousand back, bad. Then all I'd have to worry about was the charges from breaking Roxy's nose, if that went anywhere.

I was happy the rest of the night, and I did shit so crazy Terhune had to come down on me five or six times. Finally he got so exasperated he told me to go home.

"Honey," I said, "I'll go home early if you insist. But first, come back to your office for a second. I gotta tell you somethin'."

We went to the back of the building, and I let him go in first. His office was so small he didn't have a desk even, just a little coffee table thing. He turned and sat in his chair.

"Terhune," I said, "they're droppin' the charges. I'm gettin' off scott free."

He laughed. "Yeah, but you lost some good dope, Peebee."

"It was never mine in the first place. You know Roxy did it, you know that shit," I said.

"Yeah, maybe," he said, still laughing.

"Terhune," I said, "don't think this means anything... I ain't gonna offer this every night, now..."

I came around the coffee table and stood inbetween his legs, and turned around. I bent over, supporting myself with the table. Almost instantly I felt his tongue on my asshole, and I laughed. I knew he wouldn't have no second thoughts about other guys just having touched me there. I knew he wanted my ass, and my cunt, that bad.

I finally turned around and put one leg up on the table, so he could lick my pussy. I gave him five minutes or so of that, and then told him to fuck me. We ended up with me bent over the table again, and him pumping his cock into my cunt from behind. He wasn't no Darnell, and he sure as hell wasn't no Erik, but he had an okay cock, and it felt good inside me. I let him go as long as he wanted. Somebody knocked on the door, and he shouted "Fuck off!" while I giggled. The room was so small I just reached over and locked the door after that, so we wouldn't be disturbed. He finally came, groaning and pinching my waist, and collapsed in his chair. I sucked my juice and his cum off his cock, and went and changed back into my street clothes, and got the hell out of there. Damn, it wasn't even midnight yet. I'd take a shower, grab Rachel, and maybe we'd go out or something.


I called the duck first thing Monday morning, and he told me the details.

"They retrieved one partial print, and of course it did not match yours," he said. "But when they sent it in to OSBI they got a eighty percent hit on some woman named Roxanne Delacroix, whom the Valley Brook cops were already familiar with. Anyway, there's a warrant out for her now, for questioning."

I burst into giggles. Roxy. What a stupid bitch. She was out all that dope, and she didn't even have the satisfaction of seeing my ass burn for it. If I ever see that bitch again, I told myself, I'm giving her a nice big thump on the nose. I just hoped never to see her again, although Darla had told me that Terhune had told her maybe he'd hire her back when her nose healed up. Whatever. I knew I could handle her.

After I hung up we laid on the couch and I hugged Rachel. "Let's do somethin' tonight, honey," I said, and she nodded. "Messican food," she said, and I nodded back. I kissed her. She giggled, and I felt her hand slide down inside my jeans, and squeeze my ass.


It was a night like any other, at the Valley. Mondays are the worst. I wasn't late, at least. I stripped, put on my dance thong, painted on my titties, and hit the floor.



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Reply #1 on: September 02, 2015, 04:47:51 AM
Nice story, 'bot. I like strippers, but who doesn't?

I haven't read anything on here for a while, and hesitate to comment, but my impression from before is that you'd be interested in hearing my opinion.

I gotta tell ya, much as I was rooting for Ruth Ann simply because the story was from her POV, I'm not sure I liked her very much. She didn't establish herself as a good, well-meaning, sympathetic character. She wasn't UN-likable, but she also wasn't particularly likable. I was also not convinced of her motivation to trust thick-boy to such an extent based on two meetings. More development of why a smart, street-wise gal like her who'd just gotten burned twice would trust some weird dude she doesn't know would have helped that part of it.  But those observations aside, there's so much good stuff going on, it's smooth, skillful narrative. I would have liked to have seen more of the goings on in the club, but that's not necessarily a detraction from the story, it's a personal preference, because I find strip clubs interesting environments.

Speaking of which, I will confess to you this real-world revelation: reading the first part of your story last night inspired my renewed interest in a project I've been intending to work on for some time. I am actually working on developing a screenplay about a female athlete with her sights set on a comeback at the Olympics, who is financing her training by dancing in a club, with all the conflict and intrigue that entails. It is based very (extremely) loosely on an Olympic medal winner I've actually met and her real path to the Games (though the dancing/stripping part is pure fiction), and I was inspired to a bunch of ideas today (when I should have been working) because of your story, ideas that advanced this project considerably, really helped it take concrete shape. There's nothing specific about your story that corresponds, but the whole strip club vibe got me thinking and inspired to work on it, and I came up with a lot of characters, plot developments, cinematic elements. Now, don't be fooled that there's actually much likelihood at all that it, or either of my other two screenplays, will ever see the light of day and be produced, but I have vague, crazy hopes. If it ever does get produced or published, of course, you'll get a mention in the thank you's. 

If I intend to finish this script properly, I will need to do considerable field research in real-world titty bars, to get the atmosphere right. It's rough work, but someone's got to do it...

Thanks for posting.

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Reply #2 on: December 27, 2020, 09:06:33 PM
'bot That one is fantastic! From real world experience in titty bars and fucking a couple strippers your story is truly believable. Some are in a rut and stuck there and some get off on it. Ruth's attitude is a mixture of both. Great job!!!!!


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