Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Takin' It Hard

After just a few minutes I knew I was going to blow my load way too soon.  Thinking that would be a sub-optimal outcome, I pulled out of Janelle's mouth and started to walk past her.  I ran the fingers of my left hand down her spine as I went by.  She sat back on her heels, still perched on the ottoman.

"Why are we stopping?"
"We're not.  We're just getting started," I said.
She frowned.
"But I was having fun."
"You weren't going to have fun for very long though, 'Nelle.  You're too damn good at that."
I patted her lightly on the left ass cheek.
"Get that sweet stuff back up in the air.  Just like you were-- and get your knees as far apart as you can without slipping off that thing."

She got back up on her hands and knees and widened out her stance as much as possible.  I stood behind her, put my right hand, palm down, between her legs and I slipped my middle finger into her pussy.  She was seriously wet.

"Fuucckk, babydoll," I said quietly.
"Hey, I got off having your cock in my mouth.  I told you..."

I wasted no time getting a second finger into her and started working that hole-- twisting my hand as I moved in and out of her. She pushed back against every move, forcing my fingers deeper into her.

"I found something for you this afternoon," I said, "don't move."  I went into the bathroom and got the lube I bought at the drugstore.

She stayed right where she was on all fours on the ottoman.  I wasn't gone fifteen seconds. I was surprised at how watery the lube was, not a gel at all, but a liquid.  I put some on my index and middle fingers and began to work it into her.

"Does that feel warm?"
"A little... maybe..." she said.
Then, just a few moments later, "Oh, there it is, oh yeah, it's definitely warming up... nice... I like that, Wil..."

I had two fingers in her again and was working her pussy harder now.  After a few minutes Janelle moaned, "You've gotta put that dick in me baby... c'mon... do me... put that big cock in my pussy... fuck me baby..."

I had been rock hard when she was sucking me off but now I was only semi-stiff. However, it was firm enough to slip the head in and start working her.  Between her tight but slippery snatch and the warming liquid covering my cock I stiffened quickly and as I grew and hardened I started to ride her round ass good and hard.

As the pace picked up Janelle dropped her head down to the ottoman and stretched her arms out in front of her and just fuckin' moaned.  She arched her back and kept her ass up high.  When she got into that position I slam fucked her until we were making a helluva racket.  She got very vocal, demanding that hard cock, screaming for it.  Her talk made me drive harder and deeper and I spanked her big, beautiful ass hard as I rammed her.

I finally buried my load deep into her hot slit. When I pulled out of her wet cunt I could see her white ass was darker where I smacked her.  Even in the low light in the living room of the suite it was clear she had gotten her fine ass spanked hard. Janelle had started out with nothing on but jewelry and shoes.  Somewhere along the way, I had no idea when, her shoes had fallen off.

Freshly fucked and ass-smacked, she rolled over onto her side, still lying across the ottoman. I walked into the bathroom and washed my cock off.  I figured it would be good to get that hot lube off my dick before she put it back in her mouth.

When I walked back into the room she groaned, "Damn, baby, you're a nasty fucker..." Then she laughed a bit.  I went over to her and rolled her onto her back on the ottoman.

"Put your fuckin' legs in the air and spread 'em apart."
She hesitated a second.
"Do it," I said.
She did.

With my left hand I split her pussy lips apart. I slid the middle finger of my right hand right back into her cunt.  I pumped in and out of her a few times and she tried to inch away on her back.  I pulled my finger out of her and stretched across her with my arm.

"Open your mouth, you hot little bitch" I said.
When she did I stabbed the sticky wet finger right into her mouth.
"Clean that up, slut.  It's cum and pussy juice, just for you."
She sucked on my finger.

"You wanna get fucked some more this weekend you dirty, cock-sucking, cumslut?"
"Yes, please,"  Janelle said.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Suite Time

We talked for a while as she had white wine and I, having finished my bourbon, moved on to ice water.  I had no intention of getting even slightly drunk.  The double of Maker's Mark had calmed me.  As we talked I felt an edge building.  An urge for Janelle.  The desire for sex.  More drink might push me over that edge and I didn't want that.

"There isn't any music. I can't believe you don't have music in this suite, Wil.  You of all people," she said.
"Just a radio that sounds crappy and some music channels on the TV," I said.
"You are so lucky I stopped by!"
She pulled her phone out of the carry-all sitting on the floor next to her, got up, walked over and put it on the desk.
"Hang on a second.  I'll be right back," she said.

Janelle walked into the bedroom and I heard her unzipping one of the bags of hers I'd hauled up.  Soon she came back with a small Bose speaker system.  As I watched her, studying the amazing curve of her ass in those jeans, she got her phone linked to the Bose and a surprisingly big, rich sound came out.

"What do you want to hear?"
"Whatever you want is fine," I said.
"Seriously?  You don't care?"
I shrugged.
"Whatever makes you happy," I said.
Janelle laughed
"Happy.  You're funny.  You mean, whatever makes me ready to..." she said.
It was my turn to laugh.
"I was hoping you wouldn't need music to be ready for that."
"Good point, Wil.  But music helps with the mood, ya know."

She started up a Deep House track.
"Too loud?"
"It's fine," I said.
She stood back, decided it was just right, and then poured herself more wine. She was about two thirds of the way through the bottle already. We sat next to each other on the couch in the suite.  I got up and closed the sliding door as the evening air was now too cool coming off the dark blue-green mountains.

I'm more interested in organic music than computerized electronica but as the tune played I thought her idea was inspired.  There was nothing about it that would draw my attention away from what I was interested in-- getting my cock into her-- and the beat of it was insistent and had a sexual pulse to it.

We continued to talk as her music spooled out into the room.  I was enjoying being with Janelle.  She was smart, positive, and alluring.  Time went by but I had no care how much had passed.  Everything was in the moment and nothing else mattered.  It was the point I was hoping to reach when I left for the mountains on Friday.  How I would have gotten there alone I don't know.  But Janelle got me to a great state of mind.

"Here's something you won't believe about me," Janelle said, "I'm not really a drinker."
"Why wouldn't I believe that?"
"Because, last night we went out and I drank beer, and in the story I told you when we were hiking today I drank wine at that dance club, and tonight we're here in your suite and, look at me, I'm drinking.  But I don't drink very often, really."
"Janelle, all I'm worrying about is that the wine will put you to sleep."

She put her plastic wine glass on the side table.
"I'll have you know that I am wide awake, my dear."
She studied my face for a few moments.  I could almost hear her thinking.
"You know why I brought along so much stuff?"
She didn't wait for my response.
"Because I spent an entire hour trying to figure out what you'd want me to wear to bed.  Plus I have no idea how many times... so I finally just thought, 'aw fuck it,' and threw everything in the suitcase, plus stuff to wear if we ever actually leave this room, oh and about 8 pairs of shoes, and jewelry, and... well. damn near everything."

I smiled.

"Did you bring that subject up because you want to go to bed now, Janelle?"
Her eyes darted around the room.
"Well... not necessarily to bed... but...."
"And you want to know what to wear?"
She nodded.

I moved next to her on the couch.  We kissed.  I felt that nice wave I was riding on get stronger.
"Since I don't know any of these outfits you packed, we'll keep it simple this first time. And, it's just the first time-- not the only time.  Wear this: perfume, lipstick, as much jewelry as you want, and the sexiest heels you packed."
"OK, so like just a nice bra and panties set..."
I interrupted.
"No.  Only the stuff I told you to wear, Janelle."
"Oooohhh.  Um, OK. Really?  And then just come back out here?"

After a few moments of pondering Janelle got up and headed towards the bedroom.  "Give me a few minutes, OK?"
"I'm not going anywhere," I said.

After she closed the bedroom door I closed the blackout drapes and turned out every light except one in the foyer that cast a dim, golden glow into the living room.  I poured another double shot of bourbon on a single ice cube in my cup.  I sat down in the chair in the corner and put my feet up on the ottoman.  The chair faced the bedroom door.  I waited for Janelle to reappear as her beat-heavy trance music played on.

After just a couple minutes the door cracked open.  "Babe, would you bring me some wine?"
I got a fresh plastic wine glass and poured some more of the chilled white into it.  She slipped her hand out to take it. "Here," I said, placing the glass in her hand.  I smelled her perfume and my heart rate increased.
"Are you sure I shouldn't wear the sheer little black teddy I brought?" Janelle asked.
"Wear exactly what I told you to wear."
The door closed.

It was another fifteen minutes or so before the door opened slightly.
"Wil?  Are you still out there?   Awake?"
"Come on out, Janelle," I said as I stood up, walked around the ottoman and moved towards where she would appear.
She opened the door, took one hesitant step into the room, and into the glow of the light from the foyer.  She had a white bathrobe pulled tightly around her.  When I got to her she loosened her grip on the robe and I slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the carpet.  I stood back from her to take in the view.

She was a perfect five and a half foot nude hourglass perched on a pair of black wedges.  Her olive skin looked darker in the low light. She was wearing dark lipstick-- it was impossible to tell the real color but it was dark.  Her dark brown hair was down but you could see the silver, dangling earrings she wore.  She had a massive silver necklace on that looked vintage.  It fit close to her neck, almost like a choker but fell along the top of her beautiful, full breasts. 

I moved to where I could view her best without blocking the light falling on her.  Without me telling her to do so she turned slowly so I could take in every angle.  When her back was to me she raised her arms up over her head.  She moved slowly, snakelike, a wave of movement rolling through her from her head to her toes.  It was mesmerizing. 

Janelle walked past me to change the music and I stood still following her with my eyes-- never taking them off her body.  She put on another mix.  One with a slower beat.  She found just the right one.  Turned it up a little bit louder.  Then she walked back over to me.

"Is this how you wanted me?" she said, her voice little more than a whisper.
"Exactly. Even better than I imagined, actually."
"Oh, did you do a lot of  'imagining' while you were waiting?"
"I did."

I took her by the hand and led her over to the ottoman.  I pointed to it and said, "On all fours, right there."
Janelle situated herself on the ottoman without a word.  I walked around her.  She held her head back so she was looking straight ahead.  The sight of her fine round ass and her large breasts hanging down had me hard.  On my second trip around her I ran my hands across the taut flesh of her backside and gave each cheek a quick, firm smack.

Then I stood in front of her as she stayed put atop the ottoman.  I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out.  Neither of us said anything.  Janelle lifted her right hand and grasped my dick at the base.  I moved closer.  And then she slowly slid me through her dark lips and took that cock into her mouth until my balls were against her lower lip.


Sunday, October 30, 2016

To The Suite

We drove back to the parking garage behind the hotel.  Janelle got out of my car, got behind the wheel of her Jeep, and I walked over as she rolled the window down.

"I'll be back in about two hours or so. Don't worry if it's a little bit longer... I have to get cleaned up, pack a bag or two, you know..."

"No problem. I need to run a few errands, get some supplies, take a shower..." I said.
"Supplies, hmmm?  I wonder what that means."
I laughed and shrugged. She grinned, backed her Jeep out of its slot, and scooted out of the garage and out of sight.

I stood in the garage watching her drive off and wondered just what the hell we were doing. It was all pretty crazy. But, best not to overthink it. You run into an interesting, attractive woman like her who wants to spend the weekend shacked up with you in a hotel room and, what the hell, just go with it.

I went up to the room, shaved for the second time that day, showered, and then went out on my shopping mission.  A stop at the grocery store first for some food and beverages.  The suite had a microwave and refrigerator, of course, so I got beer and a few bottles of wine as well as some edibles. Then it was off to the drugstore.  Since I came to the mountains solo I hadn't brought along any lube or condoms. I found a warming lube I'd never used and figured it was worth a try. Got condoms but, frankly, I hoped that Janelle wouldn't want me to use them.  I stood in the store thinking about sliding my cock deep into that girl with nothing but slippery slickness between her skin and mine.
Hey!  Snap out of it, bub.

Within an hour of leaving I was right back in the suite. Janelle had been gone just an hour and a half. Nothing to do but wait.  I put away everything I had bought. I straightened up the bathroom. I turned on the TV. Straightened up the living room.  Walked out on the balcony. Checked the bathroom again.

At the two hour mark I still hadn't heard from her.
Two and a half hours went by and no word.
At the three hour mark I was officially concerned.  Did she stand me up?
It had been three hours and fifteen minutes from the time she drove out of the parking garage when I figured I'd call her and see where she was.  Then I decided to wait.  Didn't want to seem too anxious.

About ten minutes later my phone rang.

"I'm just leaving the house, babe. Sorry! It took longer than I thought. Were you worried?"
"Nah.  Just sitting here watching a ballgame," I said.
"OK. I'll be there in ten."
"I'll be down there."
"Cool. See ya."

I was waiting at the same slot she'd pulled out of earlier when she rolled up, parked, shut off the engine, and opened the door.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey," I said as she got down out of her big toy truck.
We hugged.  She smelled great.  She looked even better.  Jeans, boots, and a cotton sweater.
Silver bracelets.  Too many to count.  Silver earrings.  Hair and makeup-- spectacular.

"You sure you weren't a little bit worried?" she said.
"Of course I was worried.  I was beside myself," I deadpanned.
She made a harumph sound.
"Janelle, truthfully, I couldn't wait for you to get here. But, looking at you, it was worth the wait."
"That's more like it, mister," she said.

She opened the back of the Jeep and there was more baggage back there than I would take on a two week trip. "All this goes up?" I said.
"Just the two suitcases," she said.
Which was pretty much all of it.  I mean, I didn't think that the tool kit and orange and red roadside warning triangles were going to the suite.  Before I opened my yap with a smart remark I decided that I wouldn't say anything about over-packing.  It dawned on me that everything in there might be something I would enjoy.  So, why complain? The hotel had an elevator, the bags had wheels.  It wasn't like I'd be carrying them up the mountain on my back.

We got up to the suite and I put her bags in the bedroom.  She kept a carryall with her. When I came back into the living room she was sitting on the chair near the balcony.  I opened the curtains and rolled the sliding door back.  The cool mountain air rolled into the room.  I sat down on the couch and, suddenly, everything felt awkward.

It wasn't anything she did and it wasn't anything I did.  It was just that the situation was awkward.  We barely knew each other and, abruptly, the only thing we had in front of us was the fact that we were going to have sex.  We weren't going out to a movie, a club or dinner first.  Neither of us was hungry as we had eaten a late lunch.  Sure, there was a movie theater within walking distance of the hotel but we weren't going there. The TV was off.  It was quiet. We were just two people sitting in a hotel suite with nothing else to think about but having sex.  Unless I had a heart attack first-- my heart was beating so hard it was like I was at an 8th grade dance and the coolest girl from home room had just winked at me.  I wouldn't have been surprised if Janelle could hear the pounding. If she had said so I couldn't have heard it over the rushing sound in my ears anyway.

When the pressure is on people made of stern stuff come to the fore. Whether it's workplace pressure, domestic struggles, your favorite team stinking up the joint, or an impending election where all the candidates make you want to puke, sometimes you just have to get through it.  For most people it comes down to prayer or drink.  In my case I was praying I had bought the right drinks.

"May I get you something to drink?" I said.
"A white wine would be nice... if you have some," Janelle said.
"How about a crisp, cool, California Chardonnay?"
"That sounds dee-vine, dahling," she said, like an elegant dame from a '30s movie.

I pulled the cork and poured her wine into a plastic wine glass from Walgreen's. (At the corner of healthy and happy, indeed.)

I threw two ice cubes-- from the bucket I had filled while waiting for her call-- into a blue solo cup.  Two shots of Maker's Mark 46 (don't leave home without it) followed the ice.

"To a most interesting weekend," I said as we tapped our plastic beverage containers together.  Janelle smiled, sipped her wine, smiled again. "Mmmm, very nice!" she said.

Awkwardness officially over.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Mountain Weekend part 13 -- Janelle takes off

Me: I can see where that would make you nervous.

J: It really did.  I felt kinda vulnerable suddenly.  Anyway, the guy gives me his business card and writes his cell number on the back.  This was after I told him I'd have to think about it and that I would have to talk to Jill.  See, in my head I'm thinking 'no freakin' way' but I figured it would be better to act like I was considering it... so he wouldn't push the issue any harder.

So, Jill and I both say bye, thanks, later... whatever and walk together across the club. She leaned my way and said, 'He offer you a full-time gig?'  And I said, 'Yeah,' and I just kinda escorted her to the wing behind the DJ booth.  Once we were in a place where we couldn't be seen, sort of the passageway to the locker room, I stopped and Jill said, 'Hey, I guess we were a little too good at this, huh?'

I just said to her, 'I wanna get outta here. But if we just blow out right after talking to those two it will look bad so I'm thinking... we just keep dancing 'til 1:30 or so, maybe earlier if the crowd starts to thin out, and then we change clothes and bolt for the hotel.  We definitely don't want to be here at closing time.'  

Jill agreed but she didn't seem as skeezed out by the sit-down with the boss guys.  We went back out into the club.  I table danced at about six or seven stops, maybe more, and Jill went off doing her wild thing. At some point I noticed there were finally some empty seats, the energy in the place was subsiding, so I found Jill, caught her eye, and signaled that I was going to the locker room.  I was nearly dressed when Jill got back. Ten minutes later we were in the car heading to the hotel.

Me: Did you ever hear from those two?

J: Oh yeah.  The next afternoon. When we got back to the hotel that night, well Saturday morning really, we counted out all the cash.  We had about twelve hundred dollars between us and that was after we had left almost a hundred in tips for the DJ and waitresses.  We both showered and fell asleep.   Got up about noon.  It was Saturday and we weren't flying until Monday morning. We decided we'd ski on Sunday one last time but just hang out Saturday.

At this point Janelle and I were already back on the trail heading up to where we had left the car. It was warm in the sun and the climb was a bit strenuous. Except when we met other people coming down the trail Janelle continued with the story.

J: The first call I got, actually, was from the club manager, Rick.  They had both of our cell numbers from the forms we filled in-- home addresses too for that matter.  Jill and I had just finished getting lunch and were walking out of the restaurant with a plan to walk around town, shopping and stuff, when my phone rang.  It was Rick thanking us for participating and congratulating us on winning prizes.  It was all a nice, friendly conversation.  Then it seemed like there was something he wanted to talk about but wasn't getting to.  I thought for a brief moment he was going to ask me out or some crazy thing but then he says, 'I understand you two talked to my boss and his friend last night.'

I told him we had and he goes on to say that they told him that Jill had seemed excited about working for them but that I seemed reluctant so he wondered if there was anything he could do or say to help.  I was really worried about blurting out, 'No! I'm not doing that'... at least while I was still in town and they knew our hotel and had our cell numbers. I didn't feel like we were in danger or anything, I just didn't want a confrontation.  Better to just get out of town without committing to anything. 

So I just talked about how I had a really good job back home, how I had only danced for the adventure of it, it wasn't a career choice, but it had been more fun than I expected, and I was flattered they all thought I could do well at it... blah, blah, blah.  Everything was amiable.  He said, 'Well, I'm sure you'll hear from them again this weekend.  I hope you'll tell them that I tried to sell you on it.'  I laughed and said, 'I'll let them know, Rick. You and your people were really great. Y'all made it really fun.'

Then he said, before hanging up, 'You know, Janelle, if you two want to take vacation together out West this Spring let me know. I can put you in the best club in Denver.  You'd work, say, four nights, from 8PM to closing and make enough for your airfare and a nice suite at the Brown Palace for a week. Probably shopping money on top of that.'

I laughed and said I'd keep that in mind.  When I told Jill she said, 'Yeah, the guy I talked to last night, when I told him I didn't know if I'd like dancing every night as a job, suggested that we do something like that.  I think he said Phoenix, not Denver, though.'

Me:  But the club owner called too, right?

J: Yeah.  That evening.  I kept putting him off without saying the word 'No.'  He invited us out to a club for drinks and I told him we were skiing early the next morning and begged off.

We skied Sunday and flew out Monday morning.  Everywhere we went I thought I saw guys looking at us differently but nobody approached me about having seen us at the club. Back home I got a couple phone calls from the club owner and Rick but never succumbed to the pressure to strip again.

Me: Amazing story, Janelle.  Do you know if Jill ever tried it again?

J: Well, she never told me if she did.  I suspected though that she went down to Atlanta and did an amateur night gig.  But that was just a suspicion based on some evidence.  Anyway, she's married and moved back to Georgia and we've fallen out of touch the past few years.

When we got back to the car Janelle wanted me to drive with the top up until the A/C cooled her off from the hike.  We decided on where to have lunch and I got us there in about 45 minutes.  We talked about a lot of stuff other than her story. We got to the restaurant and were seated outdoors.  The lunch rush was over and nobody was seated near us.  While we waited for our orders to come out Janelle went to the restroom.  When I saw her walking back to the table, still in her hiking clothes but freshened up, I was struck again by how attractive she looked to me.

As we ate Janelle said, "How much of what I told at the waterfall do you think is true, Wil?"

I sat back, thought for a moment and said, "I think that the basic story is true.  I think that anything that happened over ten years ago can get a little warped in the telling, some details can be off, but  basically, you and your friend did all that. So, yeah, I don't think you just made it up out of thin air. Not at all.

She smiled. 

"One part bothers me though. It isn't crucial to the story but it doesn't fit neatly for me."

"So you think I made part of it up?  Or, embellished it?" 

"Put it this way, back when I was a kid, back when news reporters used to care about getting the facts of a story correct they would concentrate on the Five Ws: Who, What, Where, When, and Why.  I think in your story the 'Who' was correct-- you and Jill.  The 'What' was accurate-- amateur night at an out-of-town strip club.  And, the 'When' I think was within a few years of the date.  Maybe you were 24 not 27... no big deal. But what I think you changed, and I don't know why you did, was the 'Where'.

Janelle grinned. I took that smile as a tell that I was on to something.
She said, "Why do you think it didn't happen where I told you it did?"

"Because, those ski resort areas can't handle really big clubs like what you described. They're too remote.  You can only find 'Gentlemen's Clubs' like that in the bigger metro areas. So, I'm thinking you were in Denver or maybe not in the Rockies at all, maybe Atlanta, Dallas, Houston, or even Orlando."

"Damn, Mr. Wilson."

Janelle just sat back grinning and shaking her head slowly.

I continued, "Anyway, it doesn't really matter where it happened. What I want you to tell me is why you wanted to tell me about it.  You said you've never told anyone before. So, why me? I really want you to explain that."

After she looked around for a few moments she looked me in the eye and said, "I don't know, I guess I really don't want you to think I'm just a bore. You were around all of those people last night who see me as a boss, an old authority figure. And, you don't even remember me from twenty years ago, I was like wallpaper, but I remember meeting you very well.  You know, I had this crazy crush on you.  You were this big executive from headquarters and I was the new hire...  anyway, I just need you to know there's another side of me. That, yeah, sure, I'm basically a 'good girl', but not always.  I'm not just one thing...

...  see, I'm not totally sure why I need you to know that about me... but it seemed really important to me after we had dinner last night and I didn't come up to your room after.  I was awake for hours second guessing myself."

I smiled at her and said, "You could have just come up last night to show me how bad you are."

She laughed. "I didn't want to look easy. After all, it was just our first date."

"No, when you came over to my table at lunch yesterday, that was our first date.  Then happy hour with your friends was our second date.  So, dinner last night was already our third date. I think we're on our fifth date already.  Anyway, we're both adults. One of us has been an adult as long as the other has been alive. There's nothing wrong, at this point, with 'easy'.  But look at me telling this to an award-winning stripper."

She just smiled and shook her head slowly.

Whatever tension she had seemed to disappear.  It felt to me like we were together.

On our way to the parking lot after lunch I said, "I think you should go to your place, pack a bag, and then move into my suite until Monday morning."

After a few moments she said, "I think I should do that too, but I think you should stay until Tuesday morning and I'll skip work Monday."

"Wow, three nights!  You are a naughty girl."


Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Weekend in the mountains part 12-- The prize

Note: The first part of Janelle's story about the amateur strip contest was published back on August 28th.  If you're starting here you might want to go back to the beginning and get the full flavor of the piece.  Just an idea, your mileage may vary.  No matter what, I hope you have fun with this tale.

J: When I heard Rick start to talk I gathered up my tips, my little black robe, and scurried backstage.  Dixie and I went through our money from two dances while Vixen did her thing out on the stage.  We both had about $100.  Wil, we were so pumped up by the rush of performing to such an enthusiastic...

Me: Horny.

J: Sssshussshhhh... an enthusiastic crowd. And, no lie, the money was exciting too. Plus we knew we were both getting prizes too.  After Vixen came off there was a five minute or so break before we went back onstage for the awards.  Rick did the whole voting routine again and, like before, it just sounded like a three-way tie to me but he awarded Dixie $500, Vixen $250, and I got the $100 prize. Cash, on the spot Baybee!  No funky checks.

Me: For what it's worth, I voted for you.

J: Thanks, silly.  So, we're backstage, cooling off and Rick comes back and tells us how great we were, blah, blah, blah it was their biggest amateur night all ski season and so on.  Then he reminds us that the club is still open for two and a half hours and if we want to table dance it's $10 for two songs and we don't have to split with the house, just tip the waitresses and DJ before we leave.  He also throws in a new wrinkle, that lap dances are $20 for two songs. The last thing he told us was that the VIP Room was off limits to us.  We figured out later that was how he kept his regular dancers happy on amateur night.  The crowd would be huge but only those girls could work the private room.
Anyway, he leaves and Vixen says to us, 'I don't know about you two, but those wild boys are fired up out there and I want some of that easy money!"  And she almost sprints out there.

I told Dixie I was thinking about going back to the hotel.  I was coming down off the adrenaline rush.  Between the two of us we had around $800 already in contest prize money and tips, mostly hers, of course,but together we'd done pretty good. 

Then Jill says, 'Hold on a second, 'Nelle. Let's think this through. We're never going to do this again, probably.  Everybody out there's already seen everything anyway.  Ten dollars to just stand next to a table and dance a couple of dances? I mean, it's not like they can grab you... they're just getting a closer look.  Now. that lap dance thing, I wouldn't even know what to do, but just dancing next to a table? We should at least check it out, right?'

Me: Janelle, we're sitting all alone by a waterfall out here in glorious nature and, well, your story is making me hard.  If you tell me you stayed to table dance, well I...

J: Just settle down, buddy. I told Jill that we should sit backstage for fifteen minutes and if we both wanted to try it after that we would fix our make-up, put on our stuff, and do it.  Frankly, since it was after 11PM, I thought we'd both agree to just head back to the hotel.  But after only ten minutes or so I agreed with her that it was worth a try.  

So, we got freshened up, all dolled up again, and went out past the DJ into the club.  He gave us the double thumbs up and big grin.  That helped because I was almost as scared as before the first time I went on stage.  The first booth we passed that didn't already have a dancer waved us over.  Dixie told them we were going to get a drink but would come right back. He told her that he'd order her any drink she wanted, she turned back to me, told me what he said and I told her, 'Go for it, Hun,' and I went across to the other side of the club while she did her first ever table dance. 

I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I walked walked right by guys who wanted me to dance because I was looking for the cute guys-- like it was a regular club!  Such a dope.  Anyway this table with four guys got my attention, I talked to them and agreed to dance.  The club rule was that during the first song you'd get topless and then during the second song you'd stay topless.  Ten bucks. I ended up staying there for six songs about 20 minutes. Got $30 plus an extra $5 tip and a 7Up. I saw no reason to put my top back on just to take it off again so I went backstage and put the bra in the duffle. I kept the robe on but untied.  Hard yet, Wil?

ME: Um, yeah.  We probably should get back to the hotel.

J:  Shut up, you.  I've never told anybody any of this and I'm going to finish my story.  So sit still, there's lots of weekend left. Anyway, I checked the mirror and then went back out. By the end of the first hour I had over $80 more money. The DJ didn't let any song run much over three minutes so the girls could max out.  I was figuring out the basics of this thing-- basically you danced for about 5 minutes and got ten bucks.  

I ran into Jill around Midnight and she said she was going to try lap dancing. I asked her what you had to do for it to be called a lap dance and she said she thought it just meant that it was OK for the dancer to initiate contact with the guy but it was still not allowed for the guy to initiate.  She said that everybody was asking for lap dances and she was telling them, 'Not 'til after midnight.'  I laughed and said, 'Whatever, Babe. Stay safe.'

I found a security guy and asked him and, basically, Jill had it about right.  It still worried me.  But every table that called me over wanted lap dances!  Just so you know, Wil... I held the line and only did table dances.  Even so, I was in demand, buddy.

Me: No shit, tease.

J: So anyway I got near this one booth-- they were shaped like a "U" and the table for drinks was tiny and moveable-- and there are just two older guys, like late 40s or 50s, not old just older than the average age in the place, well they're at this booth near the back and they're dressed well.  When I got close one of them waved me over.  He asked me to sit for a second and so I sat down at the end of the seat, cross my legs, and try to act normal instead of like an amateur stripper.  He said, 'Hello,' and I told him that they were lucky to have a whole booth to themselves since the club was so packed and he laughed and said they weren't lucky at all, that his buddy there-- he pointed at the other guy-- owned this club and some others.  Then he told me that he also owned several strip clubs too but elsewhere.  Now I was getting a little nervous wondering if these guys were actually Rick's boss.  I mean, I was only comfortable doing this whole crazy thing because I saw Rick and his guys as a protector of sorts.  But he couldn't protect me from his boss and his boss's friend.  That make sense?

Me: Sure.

J: Anyway, eventually he pulls out a hundred and puts it on the table and says, 'Why not get your little blonde friend and come over here and you two can dance together for us.'  I told him I didn't even know where she was and he immediately pointed across the room and said, 'She's right there giving some college boy a lap dance.'  So, I told him we'd be back.  I got to Jill as the song was ending and she was collecting another twenty and told her that a couple of guys want us to dance together for them.  She grins, 'Cool, Belle.'  We start walking across the room and she says, 'Babe, I'm having so much fun!  Do these dudes of yours want lap dances?'  Damn, Wil.  She'd gone native.  It was like she was suddenly a veteran stripper.  I just laughed and shook my head.

When we get to the booth with the two strip club moguls they have us step to the back of the booth and they put the table out in the walkway a bit so it's kind of like we'll have our own little private dancing area in this space.  The guy I talked to introduces us to the guy who, he says, owns the club.  We all chat a bit but the music is too loud to really have a conversation.  Then the club owner leans towards us and says, loud enough for us to hear 'You two were both great out there tonight. Hard to believe you're true amateurs, but my boy Rick swears you are.'  We both nod. 'We don't want to keep you girls away from dancing for the patrons but we'd like the two of you to dance two songs together.  Fifty dollars each.  Just table dances, nothing more.' He held his hands up, palms facing us as if to say, 'No funny stuff.' After the first song we were to switch places so we would each dance one dance close to each guy.

So, of course we dance and I pick up the hundred when we're done with the second song.  We both put our robes on and  Jill sits down next to the club owner and I sit down next to the guy who first called me over.  That guy tells me, 'My friend will be telling her the same thing I'm telling you, Janelle.' Yeah, he knew my real name. Alarm bell goes off in my head.  'We want to offer both of you two work  in our clubs.  We know you're from down south but if you move out here we're sure you'd both clear six figures a year in our clubs. That's a hundred grand, clear, give or take. Got it?' I nodded that I understood what he was saying. I didn't say, 'Hey, I have an accounting degree I think I know what clearing a hundred grand means.' I also didn't tell him he was effing crazy even though I thought he was.  'See, we move the top dancers through six different clubs, the best venues west of the Mississippi, only the best talent, so you'd be guaranteed five days a week and every three to four weeks you'd move to a different club. So you're always a fresh face, ya know.  I'm telling you, you're both big earners, for sure. We'd get you trained up a little bit, of course, but you're both super talented amateurs. Of course, you'd work the VIP rooms where the big money is. Whaddaya say, Janelle?'

Me: Are you kidding me?

J: Scout's honor, Wil.  These guys were pitching us on being full-time strippers.  My heart was beating so hard I thought it would explode.  Plus, I'm totally freaking out because now I just want to get out of there.

to be continued