Bad Wife Good Sub

By Your old friend Tappy

Published on Jun 20, 2014

Lesbian

Bad Wife, Good Sub Ð Chapter 06 By Tappy McWidestance

I heard Jennifer start to struggle as Mistress Jacqui greeted us through my open door. "Now you freak out?" I remember thinking to myself. I heard Mistress' heels clicking on the concrete and a few seconds later I heard Jennifer's door open.

"Do not worry, Miss Tilly," I heard Mistress say in a reassuring voice. "Heather has brought you to a fun place and will enjoy yourself."

Jennifer seemed to calm down a bit and then I heard her moan. Obviously I couldn't see what Mistress was doing to her, but I had a pretty good idea that she was sliding the vibrator in and out of Jennifer's pussy. Of course that made me a little jealous. But it didn't last as soon we were both escorted (me by the driver and Jennifer by Mistress Jacqui) into the house. This time I didn't have to crawl through the backyard. I appreciated that.

I'd like to tell you that Mistress Jacqui kept us there all day serving her pussy and having Jennifer serve me as well. But alas, things didn't quite work out that way. Oh we both ate her to several climaxes and she did have us 69 each other. She also put us both on our knees leaning on the couch next to each other so she could simultaneously spank both of us. But in reality, the entire encounter was too short and a little disappointing. But then again, it had not been a planned session so I was happy to get anything I could. I just hoped Jennifer wasn't too disappointed and that she would hold it against me.

All too soon we were back in the limo. As happened last time, shortly after we pulled away the driver told us we could remove the blindfold. When we did Jennifer mentioned she recognized the neighborhood and that she had partied "up here" on a few occasions. Of course that did little to help identify who Mistress Jacqui really was, but was more of an interesting factoid. We arrived back to the house about noon. We still didn't have any clothes and the chance of getting spied upon by a neighbor had gone up considerably. The driver said he had a box for me from Mistress and that there were instructions for Jennifer and I inside. I was to open the box at 6pm and follow the directions. I looked at Jennifer inquisitively. I could tell she was intrigued.

Just then my front door opened and Tatjana walked out. She looked refreshed, although surprised there was a limo in the driveway. I rolled down the window and waved her over. "Did you have a good nap?" I asked her. She poked her head in the window. She didn't seem surprised that both Jennifer and I were naked.

"When I saw your coat on the floor Jen Jen," she said slipping back into Domme mode, "I figured your friend had you off on an adventure. I guess I was right."

Jennifer immediately went back into little girl mode. "Yes mommy. I've been bad. Can I come home with you now?"

"I need to be at the tables in two hours. But I suppose I have a little time to spank you," the firm sounding Tatjana replied. Jennifer smiled.

She got out of the car and sprinted toward my house to get her coat. I took the package from the driver and walked a more leisurely pace back inside. Jennifer was already walking back out the door, once again looking like a Hollywood star in her tailored coat and sunglasses. I figured this would be the last time I saw her, but she stopped and embraced me. I wish her backside had been facing the street instead of my naked ass, but I still melted into her arms when she hugged me.

"I'll be back at 6 to open the package," she whispered in my ear. Then she walked back to their car. Tatjana was already sitting in the driver's seat. Jennifer sat in the passenger seat and gave me a little wave as they pulled out of the driveway. The limo driver looked at me and asked if I needed anything else. I told him "no" and dismissed him. I then walked inside with the package and set it on the living room table. It was going to be nearly impossible to wait 6 hours to open it. I contemplated taking my own nap, but then decided I should go to the gym because if I was in the house, eventually I'd give in to the temptation and open the box.

I was a little disappointed that Kim wasn't at the gym since it was a Saturday. Even though I'd just eaten two pussies within the last couple hours I was ready for more. The reception girl, whom I am pretty sure knows about my relationship with Kim, was there but I wasn't sure if she was into women so I didn't hit on her. I was tempted, but I had a strange vibe from her to leave her alone. Maybe she was jealous of me. Toni didn't show up either so I was left to work out alone. Of course that didn't stop me from discretely spying on the other women at the gym. As usual by the time I got off the bike my shorts were soaked with womanly happy juice.

By the time I got home I was tired enough to nap without being tempted to open the box. I had made it this far. I could make it a little longer. So I laid down for a two-hour nap (I figured I would need the rest later) and then took a shower. I put on make-up and did my hair like I was getting ready for a date. I figured that somehow I was, even if Jennifer and I stayed in tonight. Finally I put on a silky teddy with a matching thong, thigh high stay-up stockings and slid a pair of 4" stilettos onto my feet. If the box was a bust, I had every intention of seducing Jennifer for another night of passion. I walked down to the living room and took a seat. I was staring at the box with anticipation. A few minutes later my doorbell rang. It was Jennifer. She was stunned that I answered my door dressed in a teddy, although clearly she was appreciative of my form. She was wearing a short dress that exposed her assets and looked ready for a night on the town or on the red carpet at a movie premiere. It must have had a built in bra because her breasts sat high on her chest and exposed almost to the nipple. She stood in the door drinking me in before finally walking through. Her attention was then drawn to the large box on the table.

"So that's our future," she said in a quizzical tone. She walked to it and started to pull back the tape sealing the top.

"Wait," I called out to her. "It's only ten to six. We have to wait ten minutes."

She looked at me with an "are you serious?" expression.

"Mistress said 6pm. Sit your ass on the couch," I told her trying to sound like I was in charge.

She said down with a huff and I sat down next to her. "We could kissÉ" I said implying that was what we should do to kill the time. She smiled at me. Then she leaned toward me while simultaneously wrapping her left arm around my waist. Before I realized it, she was back in charge. She was dressed to kill and I was in sexy undergarments. Without even realizing that was the reason (I figured it out later) I fell into a submissive mode with her. She pushed me backward so she was on top of me as she pushed me down onto the cushion. If she had been a man I would have expected his hands to be all over me. And Jennifer did not disappoint. As she pulled me tightly against her, she went for my breast first with her free hand massaging the silky material and toying with my rapidly hardening nipple.

I wrapped my arms around her neck and tried to pull her even tighter into the embrace. I totally forgot about the box as my body reacted to Jennifer's touch. My pussy began to flood the moment she touched me and although she had me pinned to the couch, I felt myself trying to thrust my hips up against her as if she were about to fuck me. My actions did not go unnoticed. She broke our kiss and pushed her hands against my shoulders. This did two things. One it pushed me harder against the couch cushion and two it allowed her to rise up separating us enough to show her dominant position. I guess it really did three things because she began to grind her hips against mine forcing our pussies to rub together.

"Does baby want to cum?" she cooed already knowing the answer. It was so sexy to have her dressed like she was ready for the red carpet while I was dressed in trashy undergarments meant for the bedroom. I nodded my head. I wasn't sure what she had planned for me, but I know I wasn't expecting for her to stand up. She then held out her hand and helped me to stand up. In retrospect her actions were foreshadowing the rest of our evening, although I didn't know that at the time. I never did get an answer whether she knew it either or whether it was a happy coincidence. What Jennifer did was to turn and grab the box from the table and toss it on the couch. She then took my hand again and helped me step up on the coffee table. Fortunately it was a sturdy wooden table so it easily supported me. I was confused as she plopped herself back onto the couch and spread her legs. I couldn't see under her skirt, but I was sure her panties (if she was wearing any) were as wet as my thong.

"Show me how you get that slutty pussy off," she commanded. "Dance for me and finger yourself."

I was very uncomfortable standing a foot above her on a pedestal and performing such an intimate act. I hesitated then slowly started swaying. There was no music, so I'm sure I looked stupid and uncoordinated. By Jennifer was completely supportive. She told me how beautiful I was and how sexy I was. She explained that in movies there was rarely any music on set during a dance scene. "At best," she explained, "you get a metronome to give you the beat. Just dance to the music in your head."

That advice helped. I began to move more confidently. At her urging I began to feel up my breasts and play with my nipples. Then she instructed me to rub my stomach while I sensually swayed back and forth. I knew I was turning her on and of course my own arousal continued to build unabated. By the time, at her insistence, my hand was in my thong, I knew I could come soon. But my submissive side wanted to hold off hoping Jennifer would continue her Domme side and give me permission. As I felt the first waves of orgasm begin to wash over me, I pleaded with my eyes for her to say the words I longed her to say. She looked at me with a knowing smile, but instead of telling me to cum, she said "Oh, it's after 6. Let's open the box."

She probably had that planned all along. If not, it was a good move on her part. Sure I could have just kept rubbing myself until I came, but I didn't. I stopped leaving myself frustrated. I kind of liked the feeling anyway. Whatever Mistress had put in the box would undoubtedly bring me pleasure eventually and delaying my orgasm always made it betterÉ eventually. "So what's in it?" I managed to say trying to hide my annoyance at not orgasming.

"Well," Jennifer replied. "Looks like we have a couple of vibrating eggs." I watched as Jennifer pulled out two eggs, one red and one blue. They were larger than I had seen before. In fact they were wider than my biggest butt plug, although not as long. If I was going to put one of those in my pussy it was a good thing I was dripping wet.

"Oh, there are two remotes," she exclaimed with glee.

I watched as she pushed a button on the red remote and the red egg sprung to life. "Here, try the blue one," she said handing me the remote. It was pretty self-explanatory. There was just one button and a led light to indicate when it was on. I pushed the button and the blue egg began to buzz. "Now what?" I asked.

Jennifer pulled out a piece of paper from the box. "She really has beautiful handwriting," Jennifer declared. She read through the note silently although she did say "oh my" in the middle. "What does it say?" I asked impatiently with a rising voice.

"It says we are to go to Kitty's dance club," Jennifer explained. I knew of that place although I had never been there. It was part of strip club row on Industrial Avenue. I wondered if Jennifer would go along with being in a public place where she might be recognized. I also wondered if Mistress' expectation was that we would pick up a couple of guys. Although I had told her that was a hard limit because of my husband, by this point in our relationship it probably didn't matter any more.

"You are to wear something with easy access to your pussy and tits," Jennifer continued reading. "I guess I'm dressed OK," she said while effortlessly popping one of her mouth-watering boobs free from her dress. She didn't ask, but since she was offering I leaned forward and began to suck her nipple. She cooed in approval.

"We are to wear the eggs. I guess that isn't a surprise," she added as a running commentary. Then she moaned as I continued to minister to her nipple.

"We are to each hold the remote for each other's egg so we can control each other. Damn that's hot," she added. Then she moaned again before pulling her breast back away from me. I whimpered in disapproval at the loss. "Don't worry baby, I just want you to switch to the other one," she told me before popping her other breast free and then putting her hand on my head and guiding my mouth back into service.

"Where were we?" she asked. "Remotes," I mumbled. "Oh yeah," she continued. "We are to go to the club and get a table near the back. We are to arrive by 9pm. The eggs have fresh batteries and should last at least two hours of run time. She wants us each to get at least three lap dances and run the eggs, while the dancer performs for us. We can run them at other times, but we are not supposed to orgasm. Damn, what fun is that?" she exclaimed.

"Don't worry," I said trying to sound convincing. "I'm sure Mistress will take care of that eventually."

"Let's see," Jennifer continued. "We can pick up a guy and blow him in the bathroom or parking lot, we can take a girl to the VIP room in which case we can give her our remote and we can flash anyone we want. Well that sounds more fun."

That did sound pretty fun. The instructions didn't say so, but if I gave a dancer my egg's remote (or more accurately if Jennifer gave her my egg's remote) and she left the egg on while she grinded herself on top of me, I hardly could be blamed for having a lovely orgasm in the back room.

"Oh there is one more part," Jennifer added. "One of your Mistress' friends is dancing there tonight. Apparently she lives in LA but feature dances in Vegas once a month or so. You are to flirt with her and pick her up. You are to either bring her home or go to her hotel (her choice) and then do whatever she wants and take care of her needs."

"What?!?" I said. "She's lending me out to a stranger?"

"I guess so," Jennifer replied. "Although it sounds like the girl will not know. It says her name is Larkin Love. I've never heard of her. Have you?"

"No, Mistress never mentioned her," I answered honestly. "We'll have to look her up on the Internet."

A quick search of the club's website confirmed she was dancing there tonight. She was scheduled to do three shows at 11, 12:30 and 2am. I never heard of a dancer being scheduled. She must be very popular. They had a picture on the website and I understood why. She was a brunette with a beautiful face. I suppose that was expected. But she also had tits bigger than mine. They were obviously fake and much larger than I would have expected for a dancer. But she was smoking hot. I had no doubt she would have guys throwing money at her. Then I had a troubling thought. If we were sitting near the back, how would we get her attention? I assume she would be giving private dances between her scheduled shows. But if the pervy guys were between us, how was I going to seduce her. Oh well, no need to worry about that now.

I did a Google search on her to try and get more information. What I found did not bolster my confidence that I would succeed. She was an adult video actress. That wasn't a big surprise. The rest of her body was as perfect as the head and breast shot on the club website. But from what I saw on her website, her specialty was dominating guys. I suppose it wasn't a surprise that a friend of Mistress was a dominant. But I saw nothing to support the idea that she liked to Domme a woman. I'm sure the guys that would come to the club, in addition to showering her with hundreds of dollars in a private show would be willing to pay thousands to take her home for the night. I found a clip of her on a free x-rated streaming site. She was giving jerk-off instruction talking down to the guys watching the video. She was pretending to stroke their cock while telling them what a bad boy they were being. She was controlling when they could come much the same way Mistress controlled me. I could picture guys sitting at home stroking themselves while they watched. She was cupping her amazing boobs and offering her nipples to the faceless camera. Eventually after about 10 or 12 minutes, she told the viewers to cum on her tits.

As we watched, I think Jennifer and I both had the thought that we wished with had a cock right then. We were totally mesmerized by her. "She must be into girls," I said to Jennifer. "Otherwise why would Mistress want me to throw myself at her?" Jennifer thought for a minute. "Maybe to humiliate you. She probably is friends with her, but maybe Mistress knows she is straight."

That wasn't the answer I wanted to hear. I hit Jennifer in the arm for even suggesting it. We had some time to kill so we watched more of her videos. She was very good at humiliating the guys who would normally be watching. I found myself wishing she would humiliate me and I was creaming my panties knowing I would see her live in just a few hours. I think Jennifer was having the same reaction as I spied her rubbing her thighs together as we watched. She looked so beautiful I just had to lean over and give her a passionate kiss. Another woman may have been turning us both on, but I wanted her to remember I was there.

We found a couple of more typical videos this goddess had made, and by typical I mean kinky videos where she was fucking some BBC. My favorite was a gloryhole video. I knew it was done on a soundstage and not really in the back of a sex store, but it didn't matter. The setup was she was in a tiny room. She was watching a movie from the store's collection and getting herself worked up. Then a series of big dicks poked through the wall and she serviced them all like a pro.

"Do you think that really happens?" I asked Jennifer. By now I was so turned on I was openly rubbing my pussy through my panties under Jennifer's watchful eyes.

"Don't believe anything you see in a movie," she told me with a wink in her eye. "I've heard of gay bars in L.A. with holes between bathroom stalls, but I've never seen one. It sure looks fun though."

That was the best video we found. I was ready to rip Jennifer's clothes off and fuck her senseless, but she told me no when I moved in that direction. She said it would be better if we just stay excited and tease each other until it was time to go. I've never been one to wait, unless Mistress doesn't give me a choice, but I understood her position. We ended up sitting next to each other on the couch. We both spread our legs. My left leg was over her right leg. I had thoughtfully put in a lesbian bondage movie and we spent the next hour fingering each other's pussies. My left hand rubbed up and down her slit, through her thong to make sure it was wet and smelled of a horny woman, while she did the same to me with her right hand. It was kind of a game to see who could get her partner closest to orgasming without letting her go over. I hated how good she was at teasing me, but I also took it as a challenge to keep her on the edge. Finally it was time to go to the club.

Jennifer drove so that if I succeeded picking up Larkin I wouldn't have to worry about my car. I took the opportunity to flash my tits at her several times. Other than stopping at an ATM so we both could withdraw a lot of cash, it was an uneventful drive over. When we arrived at the club it didn't look as seedy as I remember thinking the other times I had driven by. Maybe it was just because I was horny and because of the reason I was there. I was nervous, but after she reminded me to put in my egg and then took my hand and walked confidently inside the front door, I was fine. At first the bouncer collecting the cover charge asked for $20 each. It was his rote speech and he didn't even bother looking up from his phone. Then Jennifer cleared her through causing him to look up. He smiled and said "welcome ladies, have a good time," and waved us through. I wondered if it was just because we were women or if he had recognized her. Not that I was complaining mind you, but I was still a little worried about Jennifer getting in trouble for being in such a place. But she was obviously willing and continued to lead me into the cavernous main room.

A busty waitress in a tiny bikini top and thong appeared. "Booth, table or rail, ladies?" she asked. I looked around the room as Jennifer answered "booth." The waitress led us to a booth against the wall about 20 feet from the main stage. The booth was spacious. You could fit 6 people in it if you wanted. Jennifer pointed at it and I slid in. I went to the center position as Jennifer sat down in position one. As the waitress was asking for our drink orders, Jennifer grabbed my arm and pulled me toward her. "Sit next to me so you get a good view of the stage," she said. Then she replied to the waitress, "We're here to see Larkin. Please tell her that her biggest fans have arrived. And bring us a bottle of your second best champagne."

Jennifer had fallen quickly into a role of protecting me in this strange (at least to me) place. The waitress walked away. Jennifer explained that if she had ordered a bottle of "the best" champagne that was code for a private party in the VIP room and that the "second best" would be much less expensive and probably a better bottle. I asked her about saying we were Larkin's biggest fans. She said it never hurts to advertise why we were there. She also hoped the waitress would try to keep some of the guys away from them. Of course, before our drinks appeared, a couple of guys had already descended on us, but Jennifer dismissed them with practiced ease. Still I could feel many sets of eyes on us as the guys looked at us almost as much as the dancer on the stage.

I must complement the club on their selection of champagne. It was quite good. As were the quality of their dancers. There were three dancers on the stage. Each appeared to dance three songs on the stage. Each song meant fewer clothes until they finished in just wispy little g-strings. They seemed to be in a rotation. After each song would end, one of the dancers would walk of the stage and another would take her place. The one who was done would appear on the floor, usually with a transparent wrap as a top and begin to work the room for table dances. The better-looking women always started with the booths. The less attractive dancers started with the tables. Jennifer explained that the booths were expected to tip more than the tables so we got the better talent initially. I could see what she meant. A couple of the table girls came by to work their charms at the booths, but found less interest than at the tables. By contrast, the top shelf dancers were doing quite well for themselves finding lots of interest. When I pointed out a dancer leading one of the booth guys through a curtain near the bathrooms I asked where they were going. There was a big guy standing next to the curtain who looked menacing.

"Probably some kind of VIP room," she replied. "If you have a hundred bucks or more you can get a much more intimate dance. The more you pay, the better the dance."

I looked at her wondering how she knew that. "Have you been here before?"

"No, but I have been to clubs in LA. and I did some research for a movie I didn't end up making."

I just nodded at her. A redhead had caught my eye on the stage and when she later arrived at out booth, Jennifer bought a dance for me. The girl climbed onto the table and spent the next song swaying just a foot away from my face. She moved with grace and poise. I definitely got exciting thinking about what it would be like to bring her home. I'm sure my face displayed my level of lust. Of course that is how these girls make money some I'm sure she was pleased to see that I was excited.

The sweat from her dance dripped off her ripped dancer's body and clung to the sides of her breasts. She had tiny breasts (she looked like a real athlete) but large stiff nipples. Oh how I wanted to suck on them. She looked pleased at the way I looked at her. When the song ended, she stepped down from the table. But she didn't break eye contact with me. "Want a lap dance honey?" she asked. I looked to Jennifer who just nodded. "OK, " I said.

The dancer gabbed a chair from a nearby table and told me to scoot out of the booth. I definitely had some flash and jiggle getting out of the booth as Jennifer didn't get up forcing me to go the long way. I knew the dancer was looking at me and I hope she enjoyed the view. She told me to sit in the chair that she had positioned with the back against out table. After I sat she told me to sit on my hands. "You can't touch me," she said. "At least not out here in the open," she added with a wink.

I'd watched a few of the other dancers giving lap dances so I had a good idea what to expect. But my lap dance wasn't like the others. First off, because Jennifer handed her my remote. With all the sexy female flesh in the place I had forgotten about it. I had not teased Jennifer with her egg and she had kept mine silent. The dancer didn't seem phased by it. She just turned it on with a smile and began her routine. Her dance was more intimate than the other lap dances I had watched. If I had to guess it was probably more like a VIP dance, although according to my new friend, without me touching her. That's not to say she wasn't touching me, however.

She started out sitting on my lap. If I'd been fucking her it would have been a reverse cowgirl. She was rubbing her ass back and forth on me and leaning her sweaty back against my chest. She then threw her head back next to mine and I heard her say, "Oh how I wish we were in the VIP room so you could touch me."

She had read me perfectly. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to wrap my hands around her and grab her nipples. My clit, already sensitive from Jennifer's teasing earlier and the egg vibrating now was throbbing as this beautiful creature rubbed herself on me. Then she got up and spun around to face me. This time she wrapped her arms around my neck as she continued to grind on me. She thrust her hips forward hitting my stomach with her pussy. It was a far more overt sexual act than I had seen in the other table dances and had me ready to drop whatever cash was necessary to get her into the private room. When she grabbed her breasts and aimed them at my mouth, I was ready to do her bidding. But before I could capture one of her beautiful nipples, though, she pulled them away leaving my outstretched neck as evidence that I was under her spell. Then the song ended leaving me panting.

"Want to continue this in the VIP" she asked trying to close the sale. I was ready to say yes, but Jennifer interrupted. "Maybe in a little while," she said sounding in control, but not mean. "We'd like to see everyone before we decide.

I thought that would upset the girl, although she already had $60 of our money for the two dances. But she didn't seem phased. I guess that was part of the job too. She looked at Jennifer and then bent over and whispered something in her ear. Then when she stood up and moved closer to Jennifer and lifted her breast to her mouth. Jennifer gave her nipple a quick suck and the girl walked away. I was jealous that I just got teased. "What did she say to you?" I asked.

"She said she recognized me and that if I wanted to go to the VIP later she would cover our half."

"What does that mean?" I said quizzically.

"Whatever tips the girls get, the club usually takes half. So if it's $200 for a VIP, the girl gets $100. She's willing to pay the $100 the club gets out of her own pocket to dance for me."

"She wants more than to dance for you," I replied.

"Yes she does," Jennifer said with a knowing smile.

Then I realized the dancer still had my remote. The egg had turned off when she left our booth, but I didn't see her give the remote back to Jennifer. When I asked Jennifer about it, she just smiled. "I guess she's in charge of you now," she replied.

Another dancer appeared at our booth, but I wasn't that into her look. I was also trying to catch my breath after the redhead's performance. We dismissed her and she moved on to the next booth. The two guys in that booth apparently were not as picky as us and soon she was on top of their table. Four minutes later I got to see what she did for a lap dance. While the guy got hard, the girl certainly did not give as intimate of a performance as Red had given me. Then it was time for Larkin's first show.

All the other stage dancers finished up and the announcer gave Larkin a glowing introduction. The dancers were still mingling in the crowd as she took the stage, but they were not finding many clients as all eyes were glued on the pornstar as she began to strut her stuff. I was mesmerized. She was gorgeous. I can't say she was as good a dancer as Red or some of the other girls, but she had the look that made me drool and made grown men fall to their knees and worship her.

How long did she dance? I'm not even sure. I was so focused on intimately watching her that I don't know to how many songs she performed. I do remember looking down once at Jennifer and she looked as mesmerized as me. I also glanced around the club. It had been about half full when we arrived, but now seemed packed. I guess guys knew what time Larkin was going to begin and arrived just in time. I looked back at the stage while thinking "how am I going to compete with all these horny guys for her attention?"

She received a standing ovation when she finished. The announcer urged the crowd on whipping them into a fever pitch. I wanted something else whipped and I wanted Larkin to be the one holding flogger. The announcer told the crowd that Larkin would be seeing "generous VIP members" in a couple of minutes and to line up near the curtain. Immediately about 10 guys jumped up and sprinted to get in line. I did the math in my head. If the VIP was a $200 minimum and since the announcer said "generous VIP members" I had to assume she would really charge at least double. She would probably pull in $4,000-5,000. Of course it would take about an hour and a half of strenuous work, but still, even if she gives half to the house, that's serious money. I didn't get in line. I knew she had three shows to give tonight and I figured maybe by the end of the night I could get her attention.

Another bottle of champagne arrived at our table, complements of a table of guys. They recognized Jennifer and wanted to flirt. I think she must have been getting a little tipsy because she went over to them to thank them and leaned over the table. I couldn't see it but they must have gotten an eyeful of her boobs. I saw one guy put his hand on her ass and she didn't move it away. Another guy approached our booth, but I shooed him away. My focus was on one person tonight. Jennifer returned and commented that the guys were pretty nice and if Larkin didn't work out we should hang with them. I didn't think that was a good plan, but I kept my opinion to myself.

I got another lap dance from Red during her next rotation. Of course she still was controlling the egg in my pussy and was all to happy to have me buzzing away while she danced for me. I was really tempted to take her into the VIP, but I also wanted to save my money to take Larkin in there after her next show. We drew a crowd around us as she ground herself on top of me. I got them impression she was close to climaxing from rubbing herself on me, but unfortunately (for her, me and the assembled crowd of guys with their tongues hanging out of their mouths like cartoon dogs) the song ended and she had to move on. Immediately the guy who had put his hand on Jennifer's ass called her over. She gave him a lap dance, but she was looking at me the entire time. I'm sure he was hard under her ass, but I didn't see the same look in her eyes compared to when she was on top of me and I think her moment of passion had passed. She was now back to doing her job. When the song ended and she stood up $20 richer I saw a thick bulge in his pants.

I checked my watch checking how long until Larkin would dance again. I had seen her leave the VIP and head backstage again. I was trying to raise my courage to take her to the VIP next time around. The guy with the big boner stood up and walked toward our booth. He leaned over Jennifer and whispered something in her ear. I had expected her to slap his face or at least rebuke him in some fashion. I wasn't expecting her to look directly at his crotch and then to reach out and rub the front of his pants. I knew she was bi like me, but somehow I thought she was on my quest for new pussy tonight. Granted, based on his bulge the guy was packing he probably was a good lay. Still, I was surprised how forward he was being with a Hollywood star. I doubt he would have tried to pick her up on the street, but since we were here, she obviously had sex on her mind. I watched as she looked up and nodded. I wondered what he had said to her. She looked back at me.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she announced. I started to get up to join her, but just then the announcer began his introduction foretelling the second appearance of Ms. Love. "Don't worry, I'll be fine," Jennifer called out to me as she was standing up. The guy was grinning like a cat who caught a canary. He followed her with his hand on her ass. I heard the cheers as Larkin took the stage, but my eyes were on Jennifer as the reached the bathroom doors. She went into the ladies and he went into the men's room. I didn't fully understand what was happening, but as Larkin began her second feature dance, I was overwhelmed by rush of arousal. Screw it. It was time to meet her.

I got up, grabbed my purse with my cash and headed over to the VIP curtain where the line had formed for her services before. The bouncer looked me up and down appreciatively. I looked at his crotch, but he wasn't hard like Jennifer's new friend. I guess when you work here you have seen it all. Every other guy was giving Larkin Love his undivided attention. For the first song, so was I. Two other guys joined me in line at the VIP, but I think the first guy was more interested in checking me out. I could feel him leering at me. Just after the second song began, my second favorite dancer, Red, (I didn't remember her stage name but I was in lust with her hair) came out from behind the curtain. She almost ran into me. We both were startled. I was embarrassed and dropped my eyes to the floor. It was a reflex maneuver as I was in awe of her.

"Bobby," she said to the bouncer. "She doesn't lose her place in line, right?"

"Sure thing Crystal," he replied. I didn't understand what they were talking about.

She then held up my remote like it was a trophy. Bobby the bouncer definitely saw it. When Red click the button I know he saw my knees buckle, so I'm sure he realized what was happening. Red then reached out and grabbed my hand. She then pulled me behind the curtain into the VIP. There were booths similar to the ones in the main area of the club, but no tables. There were two other dancer with clients that Red, sorry Crystal, led me past before pushing me into the booth furthest from the curtain. It was also darker than the rest of the room.

"Look honey," she told me. "I know you're here for Larkin. That's cool and I can help you, but I'm so horny right now I need a releaseÉ so you're going to help me first."

I was in shock when she advanced on me and straddled my leg. She had not told me to sit on my hands this time. She started grinding her pussy on my thigh. I sat there dumfounded. She reached forward and grabbed my wrists.

"Don't be shy. I know you want to touch them," she said as she pulled her hands onto her breasts.

She was right. I did want to touch them. I wanted to do a lot to her. But I was still not sure of the protocol, but I was guessing that Crystal wasn't following the rules anyway. She wasn't dancing to the music. She was working my knee trying to get off. I pinched her nipples and was rewarded with an appreciative moan. So I did it again. She responded by increasing her pace.

"Don't expect Larkin to do this," she warned me between gasping for breath. "She gives great tease and the guys line up for her. I'm a good tease, but eventually I need to cum. How's that egg doing? Keeping you wet and horny? Did that hot slut make you wear it?"

I got the feeling she was talking dirty to me mainly to get herself off. But I was close to cumming too so I told her about Mistress Jacqui and her plan for me tonight.

I felt her stiffen, but she kept riding my leg. The third song started and I knew we only had a couple of minutes left. I wanted her to have her orgasm. I wanted one for myself, but if that didn't happen, that could wait. I gave her nipples another firm pinch to get her attention. I looked up and she looked down. "Let me eat your pussy," I told her loud enough that I'm sure the other patrons probably heard me. She looked around. I'm sure that was against club rules. Had I paid her it probably would have been illegal. But that didn't stop her. She stood up and pulled her tiny g-string to the side. Her pussy was wet and puffy. Dancing nearly naked for a couple hours will do that for a girl. She looked down at me with pleading eyes. I guess she didn't think I would really do it. She was wrong.

I leaned forward and buried my face in her pussy. My mouth easily found her clit. It was large, engorged and beautiful. She was apparently blessed with being very sensitive as well. She howled and grabbed my head. Nothing else needed to be said. She was getting what she needed and so was I. Her pussy was wet when I began and was a flash flood by the end of the song. I kept munching away on her pussy and clit trying to get her off. She was rolling her hips rubbing herself up and down on my face. We were in our own world as she held my head tight and finally came with a shriek. She held me hard against her spasming cunt and rode my face for at least 30 seconds until she finally came down to earth. I was as worn out as she was. She let go of my head, stepped back and adjusted her g-string back into place. She was covered with a sheen of sweat and her hair was a mess. She looked exactly like she had just been fucked.

"Take your panties off," she commanded me and I quickly obeyed. I handed them to her and she pulled her g-string aside once more before rubbing my panties over her pussy. She then pushed them against my nose and mouth.

"Remember me while you are being teased by Larkin. I can make you feel so much better than she can. She let go of my thong and turned and walked out. I was still in a daze by what had happened in the last 10 minutes. I did not make a move to stand up or to pick up my thong, which had fallen from my nose to resting on my chest. Then without warning I heard the deep, husky voice of my target for the evening. "Well what do we have here? I've been told you are my biggest fan." I looked up and there she was. Larkin Love was towering over me. She was smiling, but it was a menacing smile, like she was toying with me. She picked the wet thong off my chest and smelled them.

"Yours?" she asked drawing out the syllable because she already knew the answer.

"Yes," I replied meekly. Then I added, "The juices are Crystal's. She wanted me to remember her."

"Ah, Crystal," Larking waxed poetically. "She really likes the ladies. Oh, and she gave me this as I was walking in."

Larkin held up my remote. I wasn't embarrassed in the least. I just hoped she would leave it on long enough to get me off. Then again part of me wanted the tease she gave the guys in her video. I settled for watching as Larkin deeply inhaled the panel of my thong again. Then she turned them inside out and did it again.

"Your side is sweeter," she told me. I blushed.

"Do you always get strippers off in the VIP?" she asked with a definite condescending tone. She had begin to rub her breasts and had a predatory look in her eyes.

"Um, no," I replied. "That was a first. I've never been to a strip club before."

She stopped rubbing her breasts long enough to sniff my thong again. "I don't believe that, baby," she told me.

"No really," I said almost pleadingly wanting her to trust me. "I'm only here for you," I blurted out. I regretted saying it almost immediately.

"For me?" she said questioningly.

I didn't want to tell her my Mistress ordered me to pick her up. I wanted her to feel special. I imagined her lifestyle made it difficult to have intimate friends and even if it was just for a couple of hours, I wanted her to feel close with me.

"I've looked at your website and watched your movies. I wanted to meet you in person."

As I said the words her expression changed. I noticed it became more in control like in the movies where she dominated guys.

"If you watch my movies, you know what I am like," she said.

I nodded.

"Spread your legs," she ordered curtly.

I was just like when I was with Mistress. I felt a surge of power as I acquiesced to her desires. She flicked a switch and instantly she was my Domme.

"Did the other dancer get you off?" she asked me.

"No," I told her. "Crystal rubbed herself on my leg and then I ate her until she came."

"Oh," Goddess Larkin replied. She moved closer to me. Although my legs were spread, with her dancer's flexibility she was able to straddle both my legs with ease. She was taller than me meaning her amazing breasts were exactly mouth high. She wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Did Crystal turn your egg on for you?" she asked. When I replied that she had, Larkin gave me her first command.

"I want you to masturbate for me, little girl."

While that command was music to my ears, being called little girl was the icing on the cake. It made me feel innocent (as laughable as that might seem) while still imposing her dominance over me. I reached between our legs. I accidentally brushed the front of her g-string on the way to my own bare pussy, now leaking juices onto my thigh.

"Don't me so presumptuous pet," she told me. "You're not really my type."

I started to open my mouth in protest but she pushed her boobs against my face and muzzled me. I didn't get a nipple in my mouth, but I did get a generous scoop of warm tit flesh. My right hand found my pussy and my left fingers found my clit.

"That's a good girl," Larkin cooed. She sounded just like she did in her jerk off videos. "Show mama what a good girl you are and how you play with yourself. I melted against her. I'd been horny before, but now my lust was on overdrive. She leaned back and fed me a nipple. I moaned against it. My fingers were dancing and my orgasm was building. I didn't know if I should let it consume me. Had I been with Mistress I would have know better than to think I would be allowed to cum that quickly. But Larkin didn't know that and from all indications, she wasn't about to stop me. But I suppose, that was just wishful thinking. The song ended and she stood up. My hands were still on my pussy.

"I have to get back to work you horny slut. If you want to get off, follow me to the dressing rooms after I'm done here. I want you to keep playing with yourself at your booth. Your friend can help if she wants, but don't cum. I'm keeping these," she said picking up my thong. She then rubbed them in my pussy again causing me to gasp.

"You might be fun after I finish up here tonight. I recognized your friend, by the way. "Is she mas much of a pussy sub as you are?"

"Not as much as I am," I replied finally getting my composure back.

"Well if you can get her to go along with you, maybe I'll take you home tonight. That's why you are here isn't it?"

I nodded.

"OK, we'll see how it goes. Now get out of here."

She said that last line almost comically. I stood up and started walking toward the curtain. But before I left, Larkin called back out to me and held up the remote. I watched as she pushed the button. I didn't make a sound, at least not one that could be heard over the music, but my eyes gave me away. Larkin walked back up to me. "I'm going to make sure this gets passed around, but don't worry, nobody will make you cum until I give the OK." Then she smiled which melted my heart.

Larkin pulled back the curtain and claimed her first paying customer as I exited. He had a small bulge in his pants. I was sure she was paying $400 for the privilege of having her tell him how to jerk off and when to cum. What a country. I looked at Bobby who had a non-phased look on his face. Yes, he had probably seen it all and when Larkin handed him my remote and whispered in his ear, he just nodded.

The other guys in line had all their eyes on me as I walked back to my booth. Jennifer was back and greeted me with a big smile and then a kiss. Immediately I tasted cum on her lips.

"Gloryhole," she said proudly. "He had a big thick dick."

I was only somewhat surprised. "Did you fuck him?" I asked.

"No," she replied as if she was offended. Then she added with a wink, "Not enough room. How was your private dance."

"Crystal rubbed herself on me and then had me eat her pussy. She should be good for a while," I said with a smile.

"And Larkin?" Jennifer asked.

"She said I wasn't really her type." I tried to look disappointed. "But then she made me masturbate so I don't know."

"She made you masturbate?"

"OK, she told me to masturbate."

"And you just did it?"

I'm sure Jennifer was hardly as surprised that I would do that as she pretended to be. I decided not to dignify her question with a response.

"She wants me to go backstage after she's done in the VIP," I told her.

"No shit?" Jennifer replied. "I thought you were not her type."

"I don't know," I replied. "That's what she said."

"So do you think you can seduce her?" she asked.

"I doubt it," I replied. "I mean, how would I do it. I could throw myself at her. Tell her I'll do whatever she wants. But that's all I've got."

"She's smokin' hot," Jennifer countered. "We could offer her both of us."

"I thought you were into cock tonight," I said with more than a hint of sarcasm."

"No. Well maybe. He had a big dick and I always wanted to try a gloryhole. I'm not going to fuck him though."

"Well OK then," I said.

"Hand it over," Jennifer said sounding more authoritarian.

"Hand what over?" I replied confused.

"Your remote dummy," she said.

"Oh," I said finally understanding. "Crystal gave it to Larkin who gave it to Bobby."

"Who's Bobby?" Jennifer asked.

"The VIP bouncer. She said something about passing it around and then whispered in his ear."

"Oh. Interesting," she said.

The waitress appeared asking if we wanted another bottle, even though our current bottle had plenty left. Then my egg started buzzing. Looking up at her I saw her clutching the remote in her hand under her tray. I was sure she saw me jump a bit when it turned on and I know she saw the lust in my eyes. We told her thank you, but we were good. The egg stopped and she walked to the next table.

Crystal appeared back on the stage and distracted me from my lust for Larkin and the fire in my pussy. There was a new girl dancing with her. She had jet black hair which hung down her back in a long pony tail. They were dancing together which was driving the guys crazy on sniffers' row. I admit I had impure thoughts about the two of them as well. Larkin's waiting line was going down. I was impressed at her stamina. I saw her come out from behind the curtain and grab the next guy. I thought about getting back in line since she had not charged me the first time. But Jennifer was chatting away about the dancers on stage and I didn't want to abandon her.

The last guy in line for Larkin's VIP attention went in at the same time as Crystal and her new friend left the stage and started working the crowd. Crystal was at a table with a bachelor party, but her partner with the long black hair appeared at our table.

"Hey baby," she said to me. "Want to go into the VIP?"

I wanted to but I also was committed to seeing my submission to Larkin through.

"No thanks," I told her. "I'm waiting for someone else."

"Come on sweetness," she cooed egging me on. "Crystal says you are a good pussy sucker and you love smelly panties. Mine are real stinky." When I didn't respond right away, mainly because I was imagining how her panties would smell and taste, she turned her attention to Jennifer. "How about you?" she asked. I was surprised when Jennifer asked what she would have to do.

I was keen to hear, but Larkin appeared at the VIP curtain and started walking toward the bar. She pointed at me a crooked her finger. Then she pointed at the bar. I practically jumped up. I don't think I even excused myself from the stripper and Jennifer. By the time I made it to the bar, Larkin was already there. She wasn't sitting on a stool. Instead she was bent over the bar top. She has bubble butt and it was on clear display. I'm sure she was posing for potential clients and not for my benefit, but the sight of her ass made me want to bury my face between her cheeks. She turned toward me as I approached. Then I saw the bartender hold up my remote.

"Hello slut," she said. "That was quick. Been waiting for me?" she mocked.

She picked up her drink and started walking. "Well come on," she said to me loud enough to be heard easily. "I need to cum after teasing these guys for two hours."

I followed behind her like a lost puppy. Like a lost puppy with a vibrator buzzing away in its pussy. She led me backstage to the dressing rooms. There were a few small rooms, all cramped with dancers making themselves up before they danced. There were also a couple of girls I had seen dance taking breaks. Larkin Love brought me to a dressing room at the end of the hall which had a star on the door. "It's not much," she said. "But it's private and I don't have to share." She opened the door and pulled me inside. She then shut the door and told me to sit down. There were two chairs. One was a recliner. The other was a desk chair in front of a makeup table. I looked to her for direction as to which to pick. She glanced at the table and began to move toward the recliner. I sat down at the table and turned to face her.

"So I turn you on, do I?" she asked. But before I could answer she continued. "I told you that you are not my type. Take your clothes off."

She was a study in contrasts. I wasn't her type but she wanted me naked. Maybe she was just testing me to see if I could follow orders. I quickly stripped down. She was only wearing her tiny g-string. Even though she had a few extra pounds, she oozed sexuality. I was so primed to submit to her that I knew I had to do something to get that chance. I watched as she started rubbing her pussy through the g-string.

"I like to be watched, baby," she cooed. "What do you like?"

I watched her masturbate for a few seconds then decided to go for broke. "I like to be told what to do," I confessed.

"Be more specific," she told me as her hands began to pick up the pace.

"Sexually," I said. "I like to be told what to do sexually by a strong woman. I enjoy serving them and being punished when I act bad."

I figured she already knew I was into girls but I guessed it wouldn't hurt to make sure.

"And what about Miss Tilly out there?" she asked.

"We just met. She's pretty kinky, although I think she is a switch. I'm a born sub."

I was growing more confident in my answers figuring this was just a game she was playing. I knew she was a Domme to men so I assumed she could sense my true nature from the moment we met.

"I'll be honest," Larkin told me. "I'm not that into sub girls. I like the gifts sub guys provide, but usually if I decide to be with a woman, I like her to be a little more of an equal. I've loved Jennifer since I first saw her in Let it Ride and I would take her back to my hotel and bang the shit out of her if I could."

I saw that as my opening. "I can arrange that," I told her. I figured I could use Jennifer as my wingwoman to satisfy Mistress' order that her friend be well taken care of, but I wanted her for myself too. Just sitting near her, me naked and her good as naked, had my juices flowing. "But really, you should try me," I said with a smile. "I can make you feel good, you don't have to worry about offending me and I'll do anything you ask."

She stared at me as if pondering the implications and options inherent in my last statement. "I doubt I need you to pick up Jennifer. I saw from behind the curtain how she was looking at Crystal when she gave you the lap dance. She had pure lust in her eyes andÉ" I watched as Larkin cupped her ample breasts. "Nobody can resist me when I put my mind to it."

I had no doubt she was correct about that boast. I needed to find a way to sell myself to her. "I'm sure you can have anybody you want," I said stroking her ego. "But I can make sure she is comfortable going with you. I'll make it easier for you. I also know how to turn her on so you don't have to do all the work."

"Ha," Larkin laughed at me. "I'm pretty much a pillow princess. If I take someone back to my place they had better be ready to work to make me happy."

"I'm a good worker," I replied.

"You talk a good game. But is your mouth writing checks your body can't cash?"

"Why don't you find out?" I taunted her.

She looked me in the eyes for at least 15 seconds and then she stood up. I watched her sashay over to me. In my sitting position I was level with her incredible breasts. She didn't say a word, but instead wrapped her hand around the back of my head and pulled my face into her cleavage.

"I like my breasts worshiped," she told me. I couldn't breath with my nose and mouth surrounded by mounds of amazing tit flesh. I tried to say "Yes Mistress," but it game out as an inarticulate mumble. She began to rub my head around her boob. I was able to gasp for breath before she pulled me tighter again. "How are you at sucking nipples? What about pussy? Do you think you can satisfy me?" she asked. She had a completely condescending tone. Just like I expect from a strong Domme and just the kind that made my knees weak. I was glad I was sitting in a chair.

She continued to hold my face pressed against her breasts for another 30 seconds or so. I began to feel light headed. Then she released me and stepped back long enough to remove her g-string. "At last, " I thought. "She wants me to lick her pussy." But I misjudged her interests. Instead she pressed her smelly, wet underwear against my nose. "Smell my scent," she commanded. I took a exaggerated deep breath. Then I felt her take one of my hands and bring it up to her sopping g-string.

"Keep smelling it and then lick it clean while I get myself off," she commanded.

I did as she asked. Fortunately it was a tiny g-string so it didn't cover my eyes. I watched as she sat down in the recliner and spread her legs. She put one leg over each armrest and began stroking her pussy. It was glistening in the light. Larkin continued to verbally abuse me while she played with her clit. It was obvious she was getting off on telling me what a dirty, nasty slut I was (true) and how nice girls wouldn't let themselves get in this position (also true) and then she taunted me to see if I was getting turned on by tasting her pussy on her panties. I was ashamed to admit that was true as well. Her abuse, the events of the night and the buzzing egg in my pussy had me begging her for permission to cum almost immediately.

"How long does your Mistress make you wait?" she asked me.

"Never this long before," I replied.

Her tiny dressing room began to reek of aroused female, as she got closer to the release she sought. Holding her panties tight to my face I reached down with my other hand and began rubbing my own pussy. That action brought a quick rebuke as Larkin reminded me that I was there for her pleasure and not my own. I whimpered in frustration and although I couldn't tell if she reacted, I was willing to bet that she enjoyed hearing my displeasure.

Then, without warning, the door opened and a dancer I had not seen before walked into the room. She was talking on her cell phone and initially oblivious to what was happening. She asked Larkin if she could use her eyeliner without breaking the cadence of her phone call. When she finally looked down expecting an answer she saw me. The look on her face was priceless. Then she turned at looked at Larkin whom I thought would climax triggered by excitement of exposing herself to this new girl. But she just said "sure," without missing a stroke although she did give a throaty moan right after it. The girl looked back at me since I was blocking access to the dressing table. I started to move out of the way but the girl pivoted again looking at Larkin.

"Send over your friend with it when you are done. I could use a good fluffing before performing tonight."

"Fine, but go out to the bar and get the remote for her vibe. If we don't turn it off soon she will be worthless to us."

The girl agreed and then turned back at me and smiled. "I love MILFs," she said before peeling down her panties and tossing them too me. I caught them out of the air with my previously pussy stroking hand. I also took another deep breath of Larkin's scent. I was getting light headed by the turn of events.

"My boyfriend fucked me while I was wearing those before I came to work. He gave me a creampie. Be a dear and clean them for me before you bring the eyeliner."

She didn't wait for an answer. She just walked out of the room. I looked at Larkin who was clearly about to orgasm. "Switch panties," she told me. "Suck his cum off them."

She was obviously turned on by the nasty side of what I was doing. It was one thing for me to sniff her panties since I was doing my best to seduce her. But this other girl was a stranger I'd only met for less than a minute. Yet there I was licking her boyfriends cum, which had dripped out of her pussy, out of her soiled panties. I was completely lost in the eroticism. Larkin had a noisy orgasm shortly thereafter and I found myself wishing she was wearing her panties again so I could have cleaned her fresh cum out of them. I also wished Larkin would have given me leave to crawl to her and taste the source of her pleasure. But she was a pro and it was time for her third and final show. She told me to switch places with her so she could get ready. I sat down in the chair and spread my legs like she had done hoping to entice her. But it didn't work. Like most Dommes, she was in complete control of her emotions. She had used me to help her get off, but now if was time to dance.

I sat there lost waiting for affirmation. Then the egg turned off. Apparently the remote worked from the hallway. Although my legs were spread and my pussy was leaking, I dared not touch it. I kept lapping at the other stripper's panties. Larkin told me to give hers back and slipped them back on. She then tossed me the eyeliner the other dancer requested.

"I needed that cum," she told me. "But I'm not 100% on taking you home yet. I'll have to see who is out there for the late show. That's when the generous guys usually show up. Go take care of Kerry. She likes her pussy licked before she dances. If any of the other girls want anything, take care of them too. You can join your friend when you are done."

She then walked out of the room leaving me spread and on display. I was distressed that she had not decided to take me home (or to her hotel) but at least there was an opening and that possibility. I didn't want to miss any of her set, so I jumped up and went to the other dressing rooms looking for the other dancer. The first room was full of women jockeying for position around a small vanity trying to get their makeup right so they could get out on stage, but no Kerry. I found her in the second room. It was less crowded. There were three other dancers with her. She scolded me saying "it's about time," when I walked in and handed her the eyeliner. I also handed her panties back to her.

"Why did she have your panties?" one of the other girls asked.

"This is Larkin's new toy. She gets all the hot ones. This one cleaned Tommy's cum out of my panties for me. She gets off on licking dirty underwear. Don't you slut."

The girl was talking to me in a domineering tone, although I didn't peg her for a Domme. I think she was just trying to pretend. Of course that didn't prevent me from agreeing with her. I bowed my head in submission.

"Yes mam. I like to smell and lick panties," I confessed.

The girl who had asked about me now took charge. "I don't have a BF, but I did masturbate twice in these panties today. Why don't you clean them out for me?"

I expected her to pull her panties off, but instead she just sat down and spread her legs. She didn't have to give me any more details about what was expected. I dropped to my knees and crawled between her legs. I tentatively stuck my tongue out and licked the front of her panties. The taste was very strong. I could tell she wasn't the cleanest down there. I pulled my head back as I did not enjoy her taste. But she was having none of it. She grabbed my head and pulled me back tight against her smelly snatch.

"I know they're stinky, but you middle aged women love us young girls, don't you?" she mocked me. I was unable to respond as I had a mouthful of her soiled undergarment and she was still holding my head, but I managed to move enough to nod.

"Come on Kelly," I heard a young voice behind me say. "You need to get on-stage or Toby is going to be pissed."

I felt the girl drop my head and push me away. I was kneeling in front of her as she stood up looking down at me. "Stick around until after this set and I'll let you eat my pussy," she told me before walking out of the door. I didn't say anything. I really wanted to get back to Larkin before somebody else scooped her up for the night, but I wasn't going to tell Miss Smelly Panties that. I did get a nice view of her ass as she walked out of the door. Then I started to get up.

"Not so fast," the young voice said again.

I dropped back to my knees reflexively and then turned my head to match the voice with a face. She did not disappoint. I know the dancers all have to be at least 21 since the club served alcohol, but this girl was definitely playing the role of jailbait. She was a pixie wearing a Catholic schoolgirl outfit and had her hair pulled back into two pigtails. She was the only girl I had seen who was not wearing high heels. She had on black leather dress shoes completing her outfit. She looked like she didn't have a lot of mileage on her and definitely looked too innocent to be working in a place like this. Of course, looks can be deceiving.

"Do you like my outfit," she cooed. I nodded.

"I make lots of money from mommies and daddies," she told me. Then she lifted her tiny skirt and I discovered she was wearing a very tiny Hello Kitty panty. I began to drool. Mommy/daughter was never a fantasy of mine, but this dancer was perfection and she knew it. I began to crawl toward her. It was my intention to bury my face between her strong, toned legs, but she wasn't that easy.

"I should be on stage right now making money," she told me. "If you want to lick my panties, you have to pay me."

As humiliating as it was to lick the other dancers' panties, a fresh wave of shame washed over me as I realized there was no question that I would acquiesce to her demand. My tiny purse was still strung over my head so I hurriedly opened it up and grabbed a twenty. I lifted my hand to her as an offering.

"You can do better than that," she said. She also started rubbing the front of her kitty slowly. Her hand mesmerized me slowly, hypnotically moving up and down over the cartoon character. I grabbed another $20.

"That's what I make on the stage just from sniffers row. You have to make me your VIP if you want to taste my sweet, delicate flower."

She pulled the edge of her panty over just enough to let me see her pussy. I could tell how turned on she was by playing this game. Her lips were puffy and her juices made her labia glisten. I did was to eat her, but I also needed my money for Larkin. I had just enough for one more trip to the VIP room.

"I can't," I told her. "I need that money for someone else."

"Ain't nobody here with as sweet a pussy as me," she boasted.

"It's complicated. I want to eat your pussy, but I can't spend $200 to do it. Please let me eat you for just $40," I pleaded.

"You make me sound cheap," she countered. "What other pussy in this place is worth $200? My pussy is the best. It is tight and tasty."

I couldn't believe I was having this discussion. I was on my knees in the dirty dressing room of a strip club arguing whose pussy I should pay to eat. It was beyond degrading. But my own panties were soaked through. I took several deep breaths and then decided to come clean.

"My Mistress wants me to pick up Larkin Love tonight."

I hung my head in shame.

"That's understandable," she said without missing a beat and seemingly without judging me. "If you like big women, those fake tits of hers are really something." She then dropped her skirt and started unbuttoning her button down dress shirt. "Mine are not too big," she began. I watched as she pulled her shirt open. She had tiny boobs, a B cup at most but maybe even just an A. "But I'm blessed with big tasty nipples," she said while she began to rub them. "They are very sensitive. I can cum just from having them sucked."

Her actions were very deliberate. Her nipples were spectacular as they responded to her fingers and engorged with blood. She was clearly trying to seduce me and take my money. And it was working. I was falling under her spell.

"I've worked with Larkin before. You're not her type. I'm sure the rich guys who come for her last set are lining up for the VIP room."

"I know she likes women too," I told the young dancer.

"She does like women," the girl confirmed. "But she likes them to be take charge women. You're way to submissive for her. The fact that you're groveling before me to kiss my pussy proves that."

I was crestfallen. My plan to offer my services to Larkin was failing. "I've watched her videos though. I know she is a Domme," I said.

"With men yes," the stripper said while still taunting me by rubbing her nipples. "And on screen, definitely yes. Much more money to be made doing what she does. But in her private life, at least with women, she like to give up control."

The girl stopped paying with her nipple and lifted her skirt again. There was now a visible wet patch on her kitty's head. My eyes were drawn to it and I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes.

"I don't have time to waste. Either treat me like the VIP you know I am or I'm leaving," she told me. I was still kneeling on the dirty floor. My mind was racing. This girl was amazing and she had the right attitude in how she was treating me. But I had been fantasizing about submitting to Larkin ever since I had looked her up on the Internet. Even half an hour ago she seemed to relish dominating me. I couldn't believe she was really a switch with women. But then again, maybe she just needed some quick relief and I was a way to do that. Maybe she was fantasizing about submitting to me while she got herself off. MaybeÉ Oh my head was spinning.

"Time's up slut," the dancer told me. "Pay me for the privilege of serving me or run back to Larkin and find out what I'm saying is true."

I could feel her eyes on me as my hand moved toward my purse. I was still struggling with making this decision so I didn't open my purse right away. I was looking down at the girl's feet. I couldn't lift my head. I was so embarrassed to be in this situation. When I heard another female voice I finally looked up. "Who's the mommy slut?" another dancer asked. She had obviously just finished a set as she was only wearing a g-string and covered in sweat.

"She is about to pay me $200 to pleasure me," my Hello Kitty goddess told her.

"We'll hell honey," dancer number two exclaimed, "I'm horny as can be after my fifth set tonight. You can eat me for free."

That sounded much better to me. As horny as I was I had the hope that this girl might reciprocate if I did a good job for her. I stood up trying to break the spell the first girl held over me.

"Sorry to disappoint you," stripper number one told stripper number two. "But this one wants me and will be masturbating for weeks because she had to pay to lick my pussy."

As I stood I came face to face with her and finally could look her in the eye. At first she didn't say anything more. She just stared at me. I could feel my willpower to resist her drain from my body.

"You see this one has been around the block," the young girl told her coworker. "See the wedding ring? She has a man at home, but here she is. You have to know how to handle a woman who crave another woman. Not too many of them walk in here, but the ones that do will pay your rent."

I began to feel almost faint. The girl continued to look me in the eyes. She was looking through me into my core. Mistress Jacqui had given me orders, but this girl had tapped into my soul. I began to drop back to the floor.

"What's her name?" the second girl asked.

"It doesn't matter," my new dominant friend told her. "Don't get attached. She'll be back for more next weekend. She knows where to find me. Once you find a sugar mama, just tip the bouncer on duty and he'll look the other way." She then turned her attention back to me. "Open up that wallet sweetie. Give me all your cash."

I did so without further hesitation. She had broken me. Of course it was much more than the $200 she had asked for. It was well over double as I had been prepared to purchase Larkin's attention in the VIP.

"See," my newly appreciative partner told her friend. "$475 and all I have to do is sit back and have my new mommy eat my pussy. Not a bad way to make a living."

Dancer number two did not comment. My face was flush as I had been exposed before them as a pussy craving sub slut. "Kiss my kitty," the girl told me as I got the first taste of her juice through the Hello Kitty panties. The girl didn't seem to be reacting, but I was enjoying myself. After maybe a minute, she told me she wanted to sit down. When she did, she also removed her panties. Now I could really go to work on her and I did with gusto. I'd paid for the chance to eat her juicy pussy and I intended to enjoy it. The girl was not giving me much feedback except for affirmative comments when the other dancer asked her questions about how I was doing. Apparently dancer two had never been with a woman before and wanted to know what it was like.

"Put your hands behind your back," I was ordered and immediately I did.

"See how she follows commands?" my girl told her friend. "That's how you know she is a winner. I could take her home with me and she would do anything I told her all weekend just to please me. You could take her home, tie her up and take turns with your boyfriend raping her. She wouldn't say no. She's a sub slut who loves to be told what to do."

My head was spinning because I knew she was describing me perfectly.

"Really?" the other girl asked. "She'd fuck my boyfriend. He's always bugging me to have a three-way."

"Spank her ass a couple of times and ask her yourself."

I was crazy with lust not knowing the names of either of these young dancers. Although I wasn't old enough to be their mothers, there was a definite age element to how our relationship was developing. Dancer two was definitely inexperienced in the world of kink. Her first two spanks on my ass were tentative and relatively soft. When she asked about having a three-way with her boyfriend she was not assertive. She should have told me I was going to do her boyfriend. I decided not to answer at all until she asked me properly and kept eating girl number one with gusto.

"Why didn't she answer," I heard her ask her friend. She chuckled.

"This one as been trained well. You didn't make an impression on her. Hand me my hairbrush."

"Now we are getting somewhere," I thought. The girl ordered me to stop pleasuring her (I was really pleasuring myself by eating her) and to put my head to the floor. That left my ass high in the air waiting for her discipline.

"To get the consideration of a slut like this, you need to get her attention."

She was in an awkward position sitting in front of me, but she was able to lean forward and wind up. The first blow was firm, stinging, and made me shout out in pain. Well, maybe not pain, but surprise. Usually Mistress starts with a few light impacts to warm me up. The girls seemed to like that I screamed.

"You have to show a slut who is boss. Plus I am sure she gets off on spanking."

Several addition quick swats rained down on my ass. I howled, but I didn't try to get up. Girl one pulled my mouth back onto her pussy. Of course I resumed my ministrations to her albeit with renewed enthusiasm.

"Here," she said to the other girl. "Take my hair brush. Spank her until she makes me cum."

I hoped she was close after all the work I had put in on her. I also hoped her spanking me had aroused her further. Since she was pretty quiet and I'd never been with her before, it was a challenge to read her body language. Except of course the copious amount of juice flowing from her pussy.

Stripper number two was not as forceful as number one had been and I appreciated that. I can take a long hand spanking but the hairbrush was much more harsh. The girl kept asking questions about how hard to hit me and whether or not to concentrate on one area. (By the way, the answers were "as hard as you want" and "yes, bruise her so her hubby knows what she is.") I could tell she was still unsure of herself because after a couple of very hard blows, she lowered the force. Then she asked if she could finger my pussy. I wasn't expected that. I wiggled my ass as an invitation.

Stripper number 1 made fun of me silently begging for it, but then thankfully told her friend to go ahead provided "I didn't cum before she did." I mouthed into her pussy "Of course not Mistress." Then I moaned as I felt two fingers push inside of me.

"What the hell is that?" asked stripper two. I realized she was talking about my egg. I wiggled my ass and she pulled it out.

"Well, damn," she exclaimed. "She has a vibe in her snatch."

"What a dirty girl," stripper one retorted. "Fuck her harder for being such a bad girl."

I knew it would not take long of her finger banging to bring me over the edge. I just had to earn that cum by making number one cum first. I continued eating her and nibbling on her clit. I should have reached up and played with her nipples. She had already confessed how quickly that gets her off, but I was enjoying holding my hands behind my back too much. Even though they were not cuffed, just holding them in the small of my back was giving me a thrill. Finally girl one pulled my hair and wrapped her legs around my head. With an "oh baby" and "good mommy" she orgasmed into my mouth. I dutifully lapped up all her girl cum until she released my head and pushed me back slightly. Of course I didn't get up. I concentrated on rutting my pussy back onto the hand busily banging me. As I forced my ass back onto her hand I called out for her to spank me more while she fucked me. I was not nearly as quiet as girl one had been. I'm sure they could hear me throughout the backstage area where the music is reduced to a relentless dull beat. She spanked me a couple of times and I could feel a whopper of an orgasm building. Then number one really fucked me.

"Stop for a second. Just hold your fingers still."

Girl two stopped finger fucking me. I didn't care. I kept forcing myself back onto her hand. Girl one grabbed my hair again and pulled my head up.

"Don't get greedy," she told me. Then she said to the other girl, "Now ask about the threesome with your man."

You know how I felt about only playing with girls because that isn't "cheating," but in my hyperaroused state, it didn't take much convincing to promise to be "their play toy." Truthfully I wasn't sure if I would to go through with it (In the moment I wanted to but I figured after I came I might change my mind.)

Then girl one said word I definitely wasn't expecting. "Well let's introduce her to him."

Girl two backed away and girl one stood up. I was left high and dry which I wasn't about to let stop me. I reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit. I was close. Real close. But a sharp crack with the hairbrush (harder than the others) and a verbal admonishment brought me back to reality. Stripper two then offered her hand to help me off the dirty floor. God how I needed to cum. But apparently these two young girls were not going to allow that just yet.

I was led back into the hallway that led to the stage area. I was disheveled and looked exactly like I felt. None of the guys in the club would have any trouble figuring out what I had been doing. My humiliation was continuing. As we reached the door I suddenly thought about Jennifer. I had left her alone a long time ago. I hoped she was alright.

"Are you here with someone?" stripper one asked. I told her I was. "Well go to your table. We'll be right over." I nodded and began to walk alone back to our booth. Jennifer was sitting alone. I though she might be pissed at me, but she smiled. As I slid into the booth she leaned over and kissed me hard. She forced her tongue into my mouth. I should not have been surprised to taste another load of cum. I wondered if she could taste pussy on my lips.

"Well you look like hell," was all she said.

I pointed to the two dancers. "Yeah, it was interesting. The Catholic school girl is a wannabe Domme."

I watched as a muscular guy began walking toward us with stripper number two. Number one was walking onto the stage and as I had anticipated, the guys sitting around the stage instantly appreciated her outfit. When they reached the table, stripper two introduced him as Tommy, the club's manager. He shook my hand and said "Starlight tells me you want to have a threesome." Jennifer quickly turned her head to look at me with her mouth slightly agape.

"Well maybe," I replied. "But not tonight. I sort of have other plans."

Starlight spoke up, "Yeah, she thinks she's going home with Larkin."

Tommy replied, "She doesn't seem like Larkin's type, but maybe she'll get lucky. Do you have a grand on you? I hear that is the minimum charge to take her home. But given the crowd we have tonight, that number may be low. Of course as a reputable club we don't know anything about that."

I didn't want to tell him another one of his strippers took all my money and made me beg to lick her panties.

Starlight then interjected. "Tonight may still work out. Angeline took all her money backstage. She's broke."

He looked down at me with a predatory look in his eye. "Not broke," I replied. "Just cash poor at the moment. My friend Jennifer is going to loan me some money and I'll get the rest out of the ATM."

"I'm not judging you," Tommy said. "Most ATMs around here only let you withdraw $300 a day so unless Jennifer has $700, you're probably out of the race for Larkin's affections. Actually you probably need $1200 from your friend."

Jennifer then spoke up. "I'd give it to you but I'm down to my last $200. Sorry."

Just then Larkin walked out of the VIP. My lust for her instantly returned, as did the fire Starlight left behind in the dressing room. The three other people at the table all saw my eyes glaze over as I watched her walking back toward the dressing room. She was almost there when Tommy waved her over. I started getting nervous.

"Hi babe," he greeted her. "What's the top bid so far?"

Larkin replied, "$1,750 and he has big dick."

"Well this fine lady wants you too. But she's broke."

"I know," she stated matter of factly. "We met earlier. Did you take care of my friends?" she asked me.

"Yes, but Angeline took all my money and Starlight here just finger fucked me until I was ready to cum and then she stopped," I told her trying to sound mad.

"That's too bad," Larkin said. "Is Angeline wearing her Hello Kitty panties tonight?"

I answered yes. We all turned to look at her as Angeline started a lap dance two tables away from us.

"Stand up," Larkin ordered. "Who has her remote?"

"I don't know," I replied almost pleading. "They took the egg out in the dressing room."

Of course I also obeyed her command. By the time I was standing next to her, my knees were weak again. By the time she put her hand under my skirt and started rubbing my drenched panties, I was panting.

"They really left you desperate and wet, didn't they?" she said sarcastically. I nodded. "Let's see if we can take care of that," she said. "Hop up on the table." Instantly I obeyed. I wanted to show her how well I followed directions. She reached back under my skirt.

"Business is business. I have to leave soon," she said as she began to rub my pussy through my panties. But I'm sorry my young friends didn't let you cum. That was very rude of them. Starlight, Tommy and Jennifer all were enjoing the show as the gorgeous dominatrix toyed with my body and emotions. I was so hot I didn't care that our audience was growing as guys realized I was being masturbated in the open. Larkin paused for a moment appearing to think. Then she told me to stand up and give her my panties. Had I been thinking straight I would have refused that order instead of following it and exposing my pussy in public. Well my skirt hid it, but that was short and I was sure I'd be up on the table again very soon.

I watched as Larkin took a deep breath smelling my scent. She then turned and moved the six feet or so to Angeline's lapdance. Angeline was grinding away on a guy obviously happy to have a young girl tease him.

"Trade panties with me," Larkin told her holding up my thong. Angeline stood up from the guy's lap and began to pull down her tiny Hello Kitty panties.

"What the fuck!" shouted the guy.

"Oh, behavior yourself," Larkin said as Angeline slid my wet panties up her legs. I don't blame him for being pissed that his dancer paused, but hell, he got a free beaver shot so why was he complaining? I credit Larkin for diffusing the situation by pulling his head into her ample chest. She then shook her massive tits back and forth against his face. Her sweat greased the way as she assaulted him with her boobs. It didn't take long for Angeline to be back in action as Larkin released the lucky guy and Angeline climbed back into his lap. She then turned back to me.

"Up on the table again, but lift your skirt first."

Now I was sure other people were going to see my oozing pussy, but I didn't really care. Nor did I care when Larkin flipped Angeline's panties 180 degrees and put them over my head covering my nose and mouth like a surgical mask. The smell and taste was heavenly. Then she went to work on my pussy again and her fingers were magic.

"Are you loud when you cum," she asked me. I moaned yes.

"Starlight," she now commanded. "Go to work on her nipples. Jennifer you can help her."

My blouse was quickly discarded as my breasts joined the free show the club's patrons were getting. Having two beautiful women sucking my nipples while the feature dancer was finger fucking me was a way better show than anything happening on the stage. But I hardly noticed if we were even being watched. My entire focus was on Larkin's jet-black hair, her ruby red lips and her massive tits. My orgasm was once again building like a freight train and I silently prayed she would bring me off and wasn't just doing this to tease me. I think I would have gone insane if that happened and I definitely would have walked out the door no matter what punishment I had to face from Mistress Jacqui.

But fortunately leaving me begging and panting to cum wasn't in Larkin plan. A consummate performer, she was giving the patrons one final show before she took her act more private and more profitable. I remember hearing a song end and realized the DJ didn't start another one. Larkin was forcefully finger banging me now and as I looked around everyone in the place was looking at me. Hello Kitty entered my mouth with each breath as I gulped for air. Angeline scent was driving me wild as I remember what she did to me in the dressing room and the memories mixed with the stimulation I was feeling at that moment. Larkin could tell what I was feeling. "Don't worry about begging me to let you cum. Just riding my fingers and let yourself go," she told me.

I was getting dizzy again from all the stimulation. I was getting close. The crowd could sense my excitement and began to cheer. Then she curled her finger around inside my pussy and began tapping on my g-spot. With her other hand she began to rapidly rub back and forth against my clit in time to her tapping on my g. "Let it go for me baby," she cooed. "Cum for all these people. Show them what a good little slut you can be." I was right on the edge. I wanted to cum but my body was holding out. The humiliation of my situation was glorious. Being stimulated at four points plus the smell and taste of Angeline's panties was driving me insane. I wanted it to last forever. But then without warning, I started squirting. I remember seeing fluid shooting out at high velocity out of my pussy right into Larkin's face. Then I blacked out.


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