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  Stripper

  Confessions

  By: Solae Dehvine

  Other Titles By Solae Dehvine

  Red Bottom Diaries

  Abducted By Lust

  What’s Done in the Dark I

  Madam Soccer Mom

  Love Lock Down

  Lightning Strikes

  Lauren

  I’m a stripper. Not a dancer, an entertainer, or any of that bullshit. I shake my ass and bounce on a stage for money, there is no need to sugar coat this shit. In the parking lot of Club Fantasy I was now beginning my transformation from the student Laura Hightower to the stripper Lightning. Looking around the lot there

  were only couple of cars. Soon the lot would be full with horny toads waiting to see us spread our pussies open and show our anatomy for a few dollars.

  Those few dollars added up quickly and have paid my rent and now my tuition for the last few years. As one of the top earners at Club Fantasy I was equivalent to an executive at a company. Except our computers were stripper poles and the cubicles were replaced with a stage.

  I made my way into the club past the bouncers and the few early customers. My first stop was the bar for a tequila shot. I always tried to take as much liquid courage to the head as fast as possible. The quicker I got numb the better.

  In the back dressing room were a dozen naked asses prancing around in sky high heels. Baby oil glazed our skin as we all rushed to get ready. We crowded in front of the mirrors spraying our hair, swirling flat irons, and beating our faces with makeup. I stretched, bending over, and touching my toes to get loose for the floor. What people did not know is that I worked out for this, practiced, and had the pole burns to prove it. We were paid for the things our customers did not see.

  Swallowing another drink, I made my way to the floor. Taking deep breaths to prepare myself for a long night. All of the cheap customers, ass slaps, and name calling was worth paying my rent and bills. On the floor, the customers were like faceless mannequins to me. I only noticed the faces on the money.

  The first hour was me getting acclimated to the crowd, I started to warm up and get in a groove. I was sure I had at least three hundred dollars in the small clutch that dangled from my wrist. I plotted my next moves when I was interrupted.

  “Damn girl, I ain’t never been scared of a little lightning,” a voice whispered in my ear. “How about you come give me a dance,” said Mr. Anonymous from behind me.

  “What you want daddy? A lap dance or a private dance?” I asked him in my low seductive voice reserved for my customers.

  Turning around to face him I was pleasantly greeted with a man so handsome that my usual blind eye was pierced by his looks.

  “Lap dance,” he replied.

  I gave him a smile grabbing his collared shirt and taking him to a corner. He fell down in a chair and I sat in his lap starting the imaginary timer on his three song lap dance.

  He smelled decent, which was more than I could say for most of the musty bums that I usually entertained. I eased my ass back on him, popping one cheek then the other and rolling my hips back and forth to the beat.

  The DJ was playing an extra beat laced song that was only ammunition for me and extra pleasure for him. I did a slow grind looking back at him over my shoulder. The smile on his face was all the approval I needed. He had pretty teeth and a well-kept goatee. Looking at his clothes you could tell he wasn’t your average customer. His cologne even smelled like money. That is what turned me on; I was weak for a guy with a good smell and straight pretty teeth.

  I continued to dance as the DJ switched songs. I got up from his lap and did a handstand in front of him. The money started flying around the club as all of the strippers began to bounce their asses, me included. I went through the whole show from ass slapping, dick grinding, and even a little mouth to dick action through his jeans. His dick was at attention waving the flag of approval.

  He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer saying “I think I want that private dance now.” I smiled; I had him where I wanted.

  “Ok, private dances are $50 per song.”

  He did not hesitate. Pulling out a bankroll of money from his pocket and peeling two hundred dollar bills off for me.

  “Here is two hundred. I’m going to need some time,” he said while putting his lips to my earlobe.

  That was all I needed to see. I grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd to the VIP booths for the private dances. With every step I could feel the wetness between my legs. My pussy was moist, marinating in my organic juices. Mr. Smell Good had done this to me. I was attracted to customers before, but this was ridiculous. I expected my juices to burst through my bikini and run down my leg. He was undeniably sexy, but I pushed that from my mind instead concentrating on my money. My mark was $1500 for a Friday night and despite Mr. Sexy clouding my judgment, I had to hit my quota.

  The VIP booths were all sectioned off into small rooms with a curtain blocking off peeping eyes.

  I grabbed his hand and let him squeeze my breast as I pulled the curtain closed. He did a little something extra by playing with my rock hard nipple that stuck out of my bikini top like a sore thumb. I could not tell him it felt good, I just grabbed his dick through his jeans and pushed him down into the booth.

  His tool felt plump like fat sausage. I bet it would fill my whole mouth and long enough to slide down my throat. Fucking the customers was against the rules, I reminded myself. I shook my head shooing the thought from my mind. The DJ put on one of my favorite songs, one of those ass popping beats that was perfect for a dance. I turned around with my back to him; tooting my ass right in his face, enticing him to smack it.

  He did just that, slapping my right cheek stinging my skin and pulling me into his lap. That painful pleasure only provoked my pussy more. I did a grind in his lap to the beat as I quietly begged my pussy to calm down. It was hard to control my hormones with his dick poking me in the ass. His dick now harder than it had been on the floor when I gave him the lap dance. We were already on song two, and my pussy was ready to attack. I needed a long stick to dive in my pool of juices.

  My pussy was talking, and only his magic stick could pacify me. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the bank roll that made it impossible to resist him. Before I could stop myself, I had jumped up and unzipped his jeans. His dick jumped out like a jack in the box. He looked at me with his copper brown eyes, but at this point he could do nothing to stop me. But by the look of his rock hard cock, stopping was the last thing he wanted.

  “I can’t help it. I want you and usually I don’t do this, but tonight I need a dick inside me.” I said squeezing his plump sausage in my hand. It pulsed back at me as if to say hello.

  He laughed at my explanation as I asked, “Please tell me you have a rubber?”

  I said a silent prayer as he pulled out his wallet and waved the gold package in front of my face. I snatched the condom and slid it on his dick with my mouth.

  “Damn!” he said as I twirled my tongue around the rubber protection that now covered his tool.

  Pushing my bikini to the side, I eased his dick inside my juicy walls. It was a perfect fit like we were meant to be connected. His dick was giving me an internal massage. The bumping of the music reminded me that I was at work and this needed to be quick. Only if we weren’t in this club I would have fucked him all night.

  I bounced on his dick as he gripped my plump ass, pulling me close to him. My tits pressing up to his chest as he sucked on my neck. All I wanted was some dick, but it felt more like we were making love. He pumped his hips into me as we made a fuck cadence.

  “Damn girl,” he whispered squeezing me tighter
.

  My eyes started to roll as my toes curled in my six inch heels. I tightened my pussy muscles around his dick and kept riding. With him pumping and me bouncing, it was mere minutes when we both came. I dug my nails into his back as my pussy began to shake and clinch the ten inches that were nestled inside me.

  I felt my juices gushing over him as my pussy came.

  “Damn this dick is good,” I told him in his ear.

  He laughed and with me still straddling him, he stood up holding my legs. He kept pounding at my hole as I squeezed his neck. Thankfully the music was loud enough to cover my moans of ecstasy.

  I felt my legs begin to shake from the tremor of another orgasm, but he was still pumping away while holding me up. I gripped his neck until he grunted and slipped his stick out of me.

  “SHIT!” He growled as he let me down.

  My legs felt like putty as I wobbled and sat down trying to regain myself. I felt like I had run three miles in a cloud, even though he only spent minutes inside me.

  “Damn girl, that was good,” he said again between breaths. “So when can we do that again.”

  “Ha, that was great, but I don’t think we can do that anymore,” I replied standing up. “I’m a stripper, you’re a customer. But it was fun while it lasted.”

  I tried not to be mean, but our little romp was a one-time event. I searched his face for a reaction, but he only smiled like he didn't believe me.

  “I see why they call you Lightning Ms. Lady. I’ve definitely been struck.”

  He looked like he should be on Wall Street, not in the back room of a strip club fucking my brains out. I smiled at the compliment and patted him on the shoulder. I turned to leave when he stopped me.

  “But wait…” He grabbed my arm before I could pull the curtain back to leave. “Don’t you want your money?” He said pulling out the same bankroll of money and peeling off more hundred dollar bills.

  “No charge for that honey.” I felt like I should pay him for dick that good.

  “This isn’t what you’re worth, but it’s a little something for blessing me with some of that,” he said touching my pussy through my bikini.

  I fought the urge to straddle him again. I felt like I was drawn to this man, like he had some sort of spell over my pussy. I gripped my hand around the money and tried not to blush. He unexpectedly leaned in and kissed my lips lightly and left the room before me. I almost fainted; dizzy from the dick I guess.

  I unfolded the money in my hand to count it, which was the stripper trait in me to count the money by any means. It was four hundred dollars wrapped around a business card.

  “Colin Murphy, Fuck Professor. Mr. Extraordinaire” I couldn’t believe my eyes as I read over the card. It was black and thick as if it were made of cardboard but sleek and shiny as if it were too fancy to be given to just anyone. I doubt a card that said Fuck Professor Mr. Extraordinaire was given to just anyone.

  I peeked out of the booth trying to find him, but he had disappeared into the crowd.

  “Girl, what’s that?” One of the other girls asked as she tried to take the business card out of my hand. “Let me see.”

  “Get back bitch. This is for the money makers only.”

  I laughed and slid his card and the crisp hundred dollar bills down into my money purse. I dismissed her with a wave of my hand and walked in the direction of the dressing room.

  Walking through the “EMPLOYEES ONLY” door and down the hallway to the locker room, I felt like I was in a dream.

  Ok Mr. Extraordinaire, I’ll see you again. I sent him a mental note and pushed Colin to the back of my mind. Now the time came for me to go take a quick shower, change into another outfit, and get back to the money.

  The music was still playing of course and there were girls either coming from the floor or going back out. I wished I could tell them what just happened to me, but that would have to wait till later. Dick or no dick, there was still money out there and I was set on picking up every dollar. I’m a stripper and even a big juicy dick would not change that.

  Cleaning House

  Donita

  I wanted her. The little snide remark she made earlier only intensified my desire of sticking my strap-on deep into her ass and making her scream. I watched her lightning bolt ass most of the night and fantasized about eating her creamy center and making her submit to me. Before I knew it the club was empty, and the sun was showing its face. When the sun came out all of our freaky customers fled back to their homes, girlfriends or wives. With the club closed it was time for us girls to go home, but for me the fun was just beginning. I had more work to do at my second job.

  Driving away with the club in my rearview, I transformed into maid mode. I started in the “cleaning business” a few months ago, and already the money was better than being a stripper. My phone rang as I drove to the house of my only client of the day.

  “Hello, Maid Mistress speaking”

  “I need my tool cleaned, are you nearby?” His voice sent chills through my pussy. But I couldn’t let him know that.

  “Maybe, are you prepared for me?”

  “Like always. You know where the key is. It’s waiting for you, and so am I.”

  I tried to keep calm as I held the phone with one hand and the steering wheel with another.

  “We shall see,” I said hanging up not waiting for his reply.

  Lionel enjoyed being treated that way, so I gave him what he paid good money for. I cleaned for him three times a week unless he requested for an extended service, which of course required an extra fee.

  It didn’t take long for me to arrive at his house. I was punctual, getting there at seven thirty sharp, parking in the driveway grabbing my same bag and cleaning caddy with various bottles and supplies for the job.

  I walked around to the back patio. Lifting the rug I found the spare key and used it to enter the back door into the kitchen. I placed my cleaning caddy down on the kitchen island and surveyed the damage. Dirty dishes lined the counter, pans, and pots sat on the stove with some dirty dried up sticky substance on the floor.

  “What a mess,” I said aloud so he could hear.

  Using the bathroom that was a few feet away, I changed from my sweats that I wore leaving the club into my uniform. A pair of laced black boy shorts with matching bra to hold in my grapefruit sized breasts. I changed my tennis shoes into six inch peep toe black heels, similar to the ones I wore at the club. I pinned my hair up placing the maids cap perfectly on top of my head. The last touch was my maid’s apron, I looked over my uniform in the mirror. I looked like one of the girls in the dirty magazines, exactly what I was going for.

  Leaving the bathroom I decided I would start in the kitchen today. Turning on the water in the sink I grabbed dishes and tried to clean them, but my hands shook with anticipation.

  “This is just a horrible mess. I don’t know how I’m going to clean it all.”

  Standing there in front of the sink I knew he would show up but I wasn’t sure when. Using a sponge on the side of the sink I began cleaning the dishes until he came up behind me poking his hard dick into my ass.

  “Oh My God, sir. I didn’t know you would still be here.” He turned me around revealing his naked body.

  “I told you my tool needed to be cleaned,” He said grabbing at my tits pulling them out of my bra and sucking them before I could say a word.

  “Now you have a lot of cleaning to do.”

  He ran his tongue around my areolas as I tilted my head back. I knew this was my job but damn it felt good. Closing my eyes I imagined his dick sliding inside my walls.

  “Now get down there and clean it up before I dock your pay,” He told me freeing my breasts from his tongue.

  “Yes sir.”

  Squatting on the floor bringing me eye level with his dick, I hungrily took it in my mouth, grabbing his legs as I pulled his hips to put his tool deeper in my mouth. I wanted to feel all of him in my throat. From the moans that escaped and the way he clench
ed my hair I knew I was doing it right.

  “Clean it; make sure you clean it good,” he coached me from above.

  After a night of watching dicks and pussy, it felt good to finally get one of the two in my mouth.

  “Ohhhh shit you are really cleaning it,” He said as I sped up and twirled my tongue around the head of his member.

  I pretended he was a lollipop. The creamy filling would be as sweet as candy once I got him to cum in my mouth.

  “Spit shine just the way you like it,” I said removing him from my mouth only for a moment so I could reposition myself.

  Tightening my lips around him, I eased his dick back into my jaws. My mouth fit around him like a wet glove. He held a fist full of my hair, but I liked it when he got rough.

  The sounds of my slurping on his dick filled the kitchen mixed with his moans forming a soundtrack of things to come. I felt his dick getting thicker in my mouth that was the most exciting part. Knowing that I had that control over him to make blood rush to his member was my incentive.

  “Yessssss, Yesssss, ohhhhhhh,” He moaned, no other words could escape. Hearing that, I knew he was getting close. As I continued to bob up and down my mouth wasn’t the only thing that was wet. My pussy was overflowing with every dip of his cock down my throat. Nothing turned me on like sucking dick. I felt like I enjoyed it more than he did, which was hard to believe.

  “Oh shitttt...I’m cumming!!!”

  His dick pulsed as the hot liquid burst into my mouth. I didn’t move, the hot liquid was my reward. I held him sucking the cum out of his dick and down my throat. His body shook in ecstasy until the feeling became too much for him. He jerked out of my grasp releasing his dick from my mouth.

  I licked my lips tasting the last remnants of his cum. The sweet nectar of melons laced my tongue.

  “I think its clean sir,” I told him standing up rubbing my mouth as I smiled at him. His knees looked weak as he held the kitchen island for leverage.