Recession Blues by RogueAlan

Recession Blues: Wife Forced to Strip
Stormbringer
Novelization: RogueAlan

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

Characters: (Descriptions are left up to the artist)
Ann- The wife, has an amazing body worthy of a porn star.
Tom- The Husband. average and nondescript… and unemployed.
Leslie, the Club Owner- older, smooth but a little sleazy.
Jacen- The bouncer. Over muscled and hung.
The aggressive client-

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bullshit,” Tom scoffed, “Let me see that.”

Ann(off panel): "$500! Let me see that."  He looked at the ad… there was not much to it.  "That would pay the rent, but I don’t think I could dance nude."  She shivered at the thought.

“I know.”  Ann’s eyes narrowed angrily at her husband’s unintended sleight. He sighed, “I guess we can keep it in mind… it beats being homeless."


***Wednesday night.
        Tom and Ann paused at the front of the club. Ann hated to admit that she was nervous, but she was holding her husband’s hand very tightly. She looked around, resisting the urge to stare at her reflection in the glass at the front of the club. She was sexed up, and knew that several of the guys in the line were staring at her. Nobody did more than stare, though, maybe because of the big black bouncer standing outside the door. The display behind him advertised the amateur night and the $500 prize.
       
"We’re just here to check the place out," she said, mostly to herself, though Tom nodded his agreement.  He was trying not to stare at the revealing photos advertising the various dancers within.

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

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

“Maybe.”

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

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


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

        "New guests,” the owner began before the couple could startle at his approach, “I hope you're here for the contest, young woman.  You are astonishing."
       
        "I don't know,” Ann demurred.  Tom’s chest puffed out possessively.
       
        "She's never done anything like this before,” he said, “We saw your ad, and thought we’d check the place out, first."
       
"Of course,” the owner smiled broadly, as if that was the most natural thing in the world, “And I’m sure you’ll be quite impressed… We have only the best here… the best service, the best food, the best beer and booze… and the prettiest dancers.”  He looked around conspirationally, “I hate to confess it, but judging from the competition, you have a great shot at winning,” he winked, “Go grab a seat. Drinks are on me if you decide to compete."

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

“Great call, Jacen… She’s perfect.”

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


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

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

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

"This place isn't so bad,” she said as she looked around, “It's clean… It looks like it’s mostly business men.”  Tom nodded, not adding mostly WHITE businessmen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have,” she nodded, not looking at Tom, “I’m going to give it a try.”

        "What?” Tom choked on his drink, “You are?" She smiled at her husband.
       
        "It doesn't look so hard. It certainly isn’t like the men are groping the girls… it isn’t bad."
       
        “Great,” the owner smiled broadly, offering Ann an elbow, “Let me show you the back… You can find something back there…” not completing the sentence ‘to take off for my customers.’  Before Tom was really aware of what was happening, his wife had disappeared through the heavy curtains hiding a door to the back of the club.  He was back in just a moment, sliding into the seat after waving to one of the waitresses and motioning for he and Tom to get fresh drinks.
       
“On you?” Tom asked, aware that he only had a little cash in his wallet.  The owner laughed.

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

“I didn’t think she would do it,” he told the owner honestly, “I’m Tom.”

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

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

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

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

        ‘Take it off, take it off, take it off!’ the men began to chant.  Ann let the hem fall, then turned quickly, the momentum lifting the skirt again while her hand caught the tie of her dress. A moment later, she stopped moving and the dress seemed to unwind off of her body in an incredibly sexy manner. The guys cheered, eyeing Ann as she stood proudly on stage in just her sexy thong and matching lace bra. Her dress settled to the stage at her feet. Tom absently realized she was wearing garters.
       
        He watched as his wife put her arms up, lifting her hair and emphasizing her cleavage in front and long graceful neck at the back as she strutted and pivoted around the edge of the stage. She looked amazing in just the sexy underwear.  She paused near the back of the stage, bent at the waist, shaking her nearly bare ass, then reached back, releasing the clasp of her bra. She turned as she stood, trapping the loosened bra against her breasts with her forearm. She was beaming at the positive reaction of the men, who were going wild, as she pranced again around the edge of the stage.  At the front, she paused, yanking the bra away from her chest, leaving her forearm covering her nipples and areolae, the bottom curve of both breasts fully visible.
       
        Catching the pole, Ann spun around, the action leaving both breasts visible as she turned, leaning to emphasize their natural sway. Guys all around the edge of the stage were thrusting bills at her. Tom watched in proud delight, nursing his third beer in the time Ann had been dancing. He could not quite believe what was happening… or how good Ann was doing.
       
        “How’s it feel watching your wife strip?” Leslie asked.  Tom shrugged.
       
“Pretty good,” he admitted, “I’m the one she goes home with.”  Leslie laughed and touched the neck of his bottle against Tom’s.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


***
        Tom did not know how long he and Leslie sat talking and drinking.  He knew he would have spent a small fortune if Leslie had not picked up the tab.  He blinked, seeing the beautiful woman standing beside him, and realized only after a second long glance it was his wife.
       
        “You’re drunk,” Ann giggled.  She was dressed again, although the panties had disappeared. She counted the glasses standing on the table in front of her husband, more than a little surprised, considering Tom usually did not drink.
       
"My God, honey, you were amazing," he slurred, tilting in his effort to move over in the booth.  Ann slipped in beside him, looking at Leslie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        “This needs some vodka, Ann,” and then set it on the table in front of her, “But I’m guessing you worked up a bit of a thirst with that performance.  He noted the blush again at Ann’s neck.  Oh, she was thirsty all right, but not for anything to drink.  He felt his cock twitch and forced his thoughts away, not wanting to make her wary.  Ann had already picked up the glass, taking several healthy swallows, not ever considering that she was sharing it with a man who she had not met before that night.  “I’ll leave you two,” he continued, “But let me know if you need anything.”  He started away, then looked back, “And congratulations.”  Ann smiled and waved, then leaned against Tom.
       
        “Can you believe I actually won?!” she whispered in her husband’s ear.  Tom snorted, but he nodded, too.
       
        “Of course I can,” he told her honestly, “You’re amazing… I had no idea you could dance like that.”
       
        “Me either,” Ann admitted.  She held up the envelope, “There’s at least $700 in here… for just a night’s work.”
       
        “No,” Tom shook his head, “For a fifteen minute dance.
       
        "That's a lot of money," she said, clearly thinking about Leslie’s offer.  "I think I should take the job… just until you find new work."  Tom was obviously surprised.
       
        "Seriously?" he asked. Ann nodded.
       
"Seriously. We need the money.  And you know what else?” she glanced around, embarrassed to admit what she was about to say, “It's made me horny as hell, too. Get me out of here… take me home, and fuck me."

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

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

“I’ll do it,” was all that she said.  Leslie beamed.

        “You'll do it? That’s great. Give me a call in a day or so and we'll set up a dance schedule."
       
"I'm looking forward to it," she assured him.

“Good. We’ll get you the best shifts for making bank.”  Leslie smiled at the woman’s puzzled expression.  “Sorry, I mean we’ll get you shifts to make good money.”  Ann relaxed and smiled gratefully.  “In fact, if you think you made money tonight, you’ll be amazed what a shift can bring in… You’ll triple that doing lap dances.”  He watched Tom as he said that, but the drunken husband did not hear.  He also noticed Ann checking her husband for any negative reaction, and said a silent prayer of thanks for getting the hapless husband so many drinks. As the couple waved their good byes and headed for the parking lot hand in hand, Ann insisted on taking the keys; she was pretty and smart.  Leslie looked over at his head bouncer.  “Jacen, I think Fortune smiled on us tonight.”

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


***
        Ann kissed her husband before pouring him into the car.  She was still buzzed from the dance… dripping wet was more accurate, she admitted with a broad smile. She settled behind the wheel, then asked what she had been wondering about since Leslie had mentioned it.
       
"Babe, what's a lap dance?"  Tom blinked at her for a moment.  Leslie had offered one, but he had declined… Had Ann heard them talking about it?

        "Uhm, it's a private dance. No touching allowed. It costs extra… I think the sign inside said it was $50 bucks a song."  Ann was amazed her husband had not gotten upset when Leslie mentioned them.  She leaned over, kissing her husband passionately. “Wow,” he murmured when she stopped, “You are amazing.”  He chuckled, amazed to be learning after so many years that his wife had a bit of an exhibitionistic streak.
       
“Mmm,” Ann kissed Tom again, then started the car, “I wasn’t kidding; I’m horny.” She did not add that just imagining all those men staring at her were keeping her so hot she had considered having Tom fuck her then and there.


***
        They barely made it into the house before Ann was clawing at Tom’s clothes, welcoming his clumsy efforts in return.  They left a trail of clothing to the bedroom, and she pushed Tom onto his back, pausing long enough to slurp his rising cock into her mouth, hurrying his erection to full strength before climbing higher and taking him with practiced ease into her dripping sex. Tom groaned, hands closing over the firm cheeks of her ass as Ann road him eagerly, arching her back, pausing at the bottom of every fifth or sixth stroke, shimmying her hips, really feeling him thrust fully inside of her.  It was just what she needed after the time she had spent so aroused without release.
       
        "Fuck me!” she panted, “Fuck me, baby!" Maybe it was the booze.  Maybe it the relief that they had some money coming in. Despite the fact that Tom had spent the evening ogling naked women and that they had not had sex for some time with all of the anxiety about a job and what they were going to do, he managed to hold out longer than was usual, which delighted his wife.  She came twice before he groaned again, spurting up into her twitching sex in a final mutual climax.  Spent, she slipped forward, off of his flagging erection, and snuggled against him, quickly drifting to a satisfied sleep.
       

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

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

        Ann twitched her hips, winked at her regular, and crawled along the stage, knowing that the guys loved seeing her heavy natural breasts swing.  She had argued when Tom first suggested she quit… It really was easy money.  And things had been great at home; their sex life had never been better, at least until Tom got the new job.  Now though… for nearly two weeks, since he had started his training, they had fought.  She knew it was the opposite schedules and the stress he was feeling about impressing the man who had hired Tom.  And if they were not fighting, they were working or sleeping.  That meant their sex life had started to suffer.
       
        She paused before ‘her’ customer.  As she expected, he slipped a ten spot into her garter.  She responded with a  wink, throwing a long toned leg out straight to the side, six inches over his head, and pulled the crotch of her panties aside, offering the man a private up close showing.  She shivered at the power she felt as the older man’s eyes glazed, dry tongue slipping out as if to wet his lips.  He always paid for a couple lap dances, later, and he tipped well there as well.
       
        Aware that the song was about to end, Ann rolled onto her back between the poles, and threw her legs up, over her head, curling a calf around the pole by her head. She stripped off her panties, knowing most of the men at the rail would not really see anything.  And that they would all be sure that they had. She put one hand down, dramatically fingering her seam, then hurled her legs back flat, arching her back as if welcoming a lover’s initial thrust.  It was her signature move.  Kevin, the DJ, called for a final round of applause, and Ann quickly picked up the pieces of her costume and the stray bills, then went back stage.


***
The club was open until 4, but Ann’s shift ended at 1.  She came out with her new oversize Coach bag, a perfect way to transport her music and costumes without using a duffel, and paused, looking around the club.  Because of the seven foot privacy fence on all but the front entrance of the club, the parking lot was heavily shadowed, and Ann had always remembered Jacen’s warning not to risk going to her car alone.

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

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

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

        "I’ve been fighting with Tom,” Ann admitted, “He’s got a new job.”
       
        “That’s great,” Jacen said as if he could not guess what was coming.
       
        “It’s a good job,” Ann said defensively, “And now that he’s working, he wants me to quit."  Jacen sighed.
       
        "The boss would hate to lose you," he pointed out, “We all would.” He resumed walking and then they were beside her car.
       
        "Tom wants to start a family. I told him we should take it slow and see what happens,” she giggled, “Though even if I kept working I suppose getting pregnant would force me to quit."  Jacen was distracted, the mental image of his putting a baby in her flat belly threatening to become physical arousal.
       
"Well good luck with that," he managed.  Ann dimpled prettily.

        "Thanks."  She squeezed the big bouncer’s arm, slipped into her little Rav4, and turned the key.  Waving again at the club’s head of security, she carefully backed out of the stall and pulled out of the parking lot.  “Of course, we would have to have sex to get pregnant,” she groused at her reflection in the rear view mirror.  Sex had been amazing when she started work; dancing in front of men, it turned out, was a great turn on.  She was always horny when she got home from a shift.  They had enjoyed more acrobatic and varied sex than when they had first been dating for more than a month.  It had been so frequent that when she warned she might get pregnant and be out of a job, Tom had laughed that as often as he was cumming he did not think he had enough ‘little swimmers’ left to do the job.
       
        He had been so thrilled the day he got the job the sex had been even more passionate.  But then he had actually started the job.  And preparing for the next day once he was home.  And her shifts did not help things, she knew.  She also knew that it did not help her to feel better.  It had been 9 days since Tom had touched her.  Hitting the steering wheel, Ann decided it would be different when she got home.


***
“Wakey, wakey, sleepy head,” Ann cooed, tickling a finger along Tom’s bare side.  He shifted, the movement interrupting a snore.  But he did not wake up.  Ann sat back in frustration, her bare breasts shifting against her chest in what would have been sure to get attention from her husband or any other man… if they were awake.  “Dammit,”  she lifted a leg from where she had been straddling her husband; he was out cold again. Ann flopped onto her back beside him, fingers already circling one nipple while the other hand parted her lips, samling her wetness, and rose to tease around her clit.  “Mmmm,” she murmured, fingers working more insistently, “Guess I’ll just have to take care of myself.”  She switched hands, leaving a glistening sheen of her wetness on her left breast, applying just the right amount of pressure to her hooded bead, then curling two fingers deeper into her sex. Her fingers thrust in and out as she pinched one nipple and then the other.  “She closed her eyes, fantasizing it was Tom moving inside of her.

        In just a couple minutes she had shivered through a small orgasm.  She pursed her lips, reasoning that it was not a stiff dick, but that would do for a time.  When she had calmed, she rolled onto her side to look at her sleeping husband in the dim light.  Suddenly she was angry.
       
“What’s wrong with you, Tom?” she whispered harshly, “I danced for dozens of men tonight any one of whom would kill for a chance to fuck me.”  Blushing, she realized she was still horny.  Biting her lip, she rolled onto her back again and resumed playing with herself.  As her excitement built, she found herself remembering the various men she had danced for that night… the aloof executive who had creamed in his boxers during the first minute… the grungy young man with dreadlocks who had lasted three songs without a break… He had felt big, too.  There was the mousy regular who would warn her away when he was getting close. She spent half of the song just hovering above him, not moving, but he always came back, and he tipped well, too.

        That night had been a first for Ann; she had done a lap dance for a woman.  She shivered remembering how her nipples had hardened, brushing against the other woman’s enhanced chest.  The guys sitting around had cheered and the woman beneath had had really put on a a show, throwing her head back and moaning.  She had asked Ann to wait mid-way through the song, and had threaded her left leg above Ann’s right, after which the women had basically been humping their pussies against each other.  The tingle of her building climax threatened to burst then and there as Ann remembered the woman whispering that sometime she would have to come home with her and they would do that with her double headed dildo.
       
        As usual, there had been bachelor parties, and Ann and the other girls had ‘sacrificed’ grooms-to-be on stage, and had then cycled through the groups offering lap dances.  The grooms tended to be stiff and overly formal, afraid that somehow their almost wives would find out another woman had been grinding on them.  The best men, though… they tended to get handsy and always seemed to have to ask the dancers if they wanted to know why they were ‘really the best man.’  The last group she had ‘entertained’ that night, though… with the nice lanky best man.  He had not made the boast, but it had been obvious he was packing.
       
        Ann shivered, nearly there, at the memory of how his erection had felt pressing against her aroused seam.  Pressed full against him, doing a lewd hula, she had closed her upper teeth on her lower lip, looking down at the man’s mocha skin, and then had asked if he was as good as he felt in bed.  And that had been it… the guy had lost it, to the amusement of his buddies.  But he had tipped her a fifty, so he obviously had not been upset about it.
       
        Then without conscious thought, as Ann’s fingers were pumping into her dripping seam while her thumb worked her swollen clit, she was seeing Jacen as he stood watching over the room. Her skin flushed, because she was sure he paid her more attention than the other girls; he was always working the room when she was dancing.  That night she had tried to snap her cheap cotton panties across the three table deep seating area to the big bouncer, and knew he had understood what she was trying to do, even if it only made it to the middle row of tables.  It was fun flirting with the big man, who seemed totally comfortable with himself and his position working among scantily clad, beautiful women.
       
        Her second climax was more powerful and lasted a long time, belly clenching, leg muscles twitching; she had to struggle not to cry out.  When it eased, Ann realized she had all four fingers buried to the knuckes.  She pulled her fingers free, biting her lower lip unconsciously as she gazed up close at the glaze coating her fingers.  She was panting slightly, but a delicious lethargy was stealing over her. Face still slack from her orgasm, the brought her dripping fingers to her mouth, curious about the taste…


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


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

        “You’re up early.”  She yawned.
       
        “And I’m going back to sleep when you leave,” she assured him.  She poured herself a cup of coffee, then sat across from him at the small table.  “I’ve decided you’re right,” she said, immediately getting Tom’s undivided attentioni, “I’m giving my two weeks notice at the club. I’ll find another job”  Tom smiled broadly and stood up, coming around the table to hug her.
       
“That’s great news. Thanks, honey. I love you.”  He hugged her again, “I know there were things you liked about work, and it was never about my not trusting you.”  She nodded resting her head on his chest, “But I can support us now.  I don’t want you to feel like you have to work.”  Ann giggled.

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

“I’m not teasing, I promise.”

        “Then prove it,” she demanded, “Be awake when I get home, ok? I’m between cycles… this may be the perfect time to start our family.”  Tom smiled again and nodded.
       
        “Then wake me if I’m asleep.”  Ann snorted.
       
“I tried that last night.  You left me hanging.”  Tom shrugged.

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


***
        Ann sauntered to the front entrance, eyeing Jacen up and down as if she was a guy on the prowl.  The big bouncer laughed.
       
        “What’s that about?”
       
        “Looking pretty good, Jacen,” she answered, Jacen was in his police uniform, which he sometimes wore when he was working the entrance.
       
        “Speak for yourself,” he answered with a wink, catching her hand and getting the pretty young wife to spin around.  The move raised the ruffled hem of her mid thigh skirt, baring her tanned, muscular legs.  Her blouse had a low V neck, and her breasts shifted tantalizingly, as if they might slip out and offer the others standing outside a free peek.  “You are mouth watering,” he told her.  Ann beamed.
       
        “Thanks,” she said, patting his arm when he let go of her hand, “I’m glad you’re here, because I wanted to tell you… I’m putting in my notice tonight. Tom and I are going to try to start a family.”  Jacen bowed his head.
       
        “Well, good luck, but I hope you’ll understand that I’m not going to jump up and down… I’m going to miss you.”  Ann patted his arm again affectionately,
       
        “I’m going to miss you, too.”  Jacen nodded his thanks, thinking to himself that the boss was going to be pissed.  “I’d better get inside or I’ll be late,” Ann pointed out, pausing to hug the much taller bouncer, “But anyways, thanks, Jaced, for watching out for me.”  The big bouncer watched her go in, then called for one of the others to come out to work the door.  That was one of the perks of being in charge.  If Ann was only going to be with them another couple weeks, he was going to get the most out of that time watching the beauty dance.


***
        After completing her first set and doing a handful of lap dances, Ann made her way over to the head table.  Leslie had not been seated on the floor when she had come in, but she did not figure there was any real issue with when she gave her notice.  Several girls had just stopped coming to work while she had been working, but she wanted to do this the right way.  She stopped, not caring that she was topless, and to anyone watching would seemed to be putting herself on display for her boss.  Leslie smiled at her, but most of his attention was on the girl dancing on the stage.
       
        “Boss,” she began, and he looked at her with greater focus, “I’m sorry to tell you this… and it’s not anything that’s happened here, you’ve all been great,” suddenly Ann felt nervous.  She twisted her hair in one hand, turning her knee inwards, looking every bit the bashful school girl, despite being wearing only lacy panties. “Tom and I are going to start trying to have a family, and he’s got a good job now, so I won’t be staying beyond the next two weeks.”  Leslie sighed and shook his head.
       
        “Damn,” he said in resignation, then looked her in the eye, “You’ve been great, Ann… one of my best.  Are you sure nothing will change your mind?”  Ann had smiled broadly at the compliment, but she shook her head.
       
“No, I’m sorry, sir… It’s been a great experience, but it’s time to move on.

        “Well, I hate to lose you,” Leslie told her honestly, “You’re one of my top draws.”  Ann shook her head; that could not be true, there were so many good girls working at the club. He motioned toward one of the waitresses, who hustled away toward the bar.
       
        “Thanks,” she told him, “It’s nice to be appreciated.”  Leslie just looked up at her, as if he could somehow convince her to change her mind, and after an uncomfortable pause, she cleared her throat, “Well, I’d better get back to working the floor.”  Her boss held up a finger, and after a moment the waitress brought two of the small highball glasses, the smoky brown liquid in his glass she was guessing was scotch, whereas hers was her usual staple—cranberry juice.  At least that’s what she thought until after touching glasses with Leslie in his silent toast.  She took a drink before realizing there was alcohol in it, too.  She coughed,
       
        “Wow, that’s strong,” she said, wiping at her eyes, but dutifully taking another swallow.  It still tasted like cranberry juice at least.
       
        “I told you it was better with vodka,” the club owner smiled at her, “Relax, enjoy yourself.  Who knows,” he shrugged, leaning back as if he had not a care in the world, “You have two weeks… you may still change your mind.”  Ann laughed, but assured him that was not going to happen.  “Hope springs eternal, young lady,” Leslie answered, then waved toward the crowd, “It’s busier than usual tonight, I guess I shouldn’t keep you from making money.”  Ann thanked him, killing the drink, and then with a shy half wave the beautiful young wife moved toward the other tables, smiling at the various patrons, in search of her next lap or table dance.
       
On her next circuit of the room, having done a table dance for a bachelor party and then lap dances for the groom and grooms men, She had asked for drinks from the guys, as was expected, but the drinks were not the usual cranberry juice only, as she usually drank.  Each had the vodka spike as well.  Downing the fourth glass in four songs, Ann giggled because she was getting buzzed, and made a mental note to ask the bartender to go back to juice alone.  She had thought she was done, but the groom wanted another dance, which meant another drink.

        And then one of the other dancers was warning Ann it was nearly her turn on stage.  She hurried back to the dressing room, choosing her next music and a different costume in a rush.  There was a drink at her table, which she assumed would be her usual, but again it was spiked.  Giggling, she asked if the rest of the dancers were trying to get her drunk, and the women naturally asked why they would be doing that.  When she explained that she had given notice, they crowded around, asking why, and offering good wishes, with, of course, more toasts.
       
        Ann was not as drunk as Tom had been on her first night working as an amateur, but she was close.  The guys took advantage, too, groping her thigh, one brazen man actually tweaking a nipple as she prowled the stage on her hands and knees. She slapped his hand in shock but never stopped dancing, and when she went through the curtain afterwards she was nearly dripping she was so horny.  It was only with some effort she managed to calm down, giggling at the image of laying back on the stage and taking all comers as her third set.
       
        She worked the room again, doing several more lap dances, before her third set came up.  She had taken to not drinking much of the drinks they bought for her, knowing she was drunk.  At one point shortly before her third set, she wondered if she would have to call Tom to come get her, giggling that at least that way they would be able to have sex.  The thought left her even hornier than the dancing and attention had; she nearly climaxed rubbing against the next lucky guy who wanted a table dance.
       
Usually she packed up and left after her third set, but when she had finished, there was a drink and a note waiting at the station where she got made up to dance. A guest had asked specifically for her for a lap dance.  Thirsty from the set, she tossed the drink back, absently wondering how much all the alcohol cost, and laughing that she had been a much more expensive dancer for the night.

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

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

        When the song ended, she started to climb off of his lap, but he caught her arm, snorting derisively when she looked at where he was holding her in pointed warning.  He did not resist when she reached across, unwrapping his fingers.
       
        “No touching, remember, sweetie?”  Having a stripper call you ‘sweetie’ could be endearing, but deliverd as Ann had, it was a pointed warning.  She did not bother looking for the nearest bouncer—they did not put up with aggressive customers.  The man did not bother apologizing, the arrogant little prick.
       
        “How about a private dance?” he asked, instead.  That was the last thing Ann wanted to do, but it was still safe, she knew.  She had done privates before, and while she knew that some of the girls let the customers feel them up… hell, she suspected some did more than that in the semi-private cubicles set up in another room.  That was against the rules, though, or she would have never worked at the club.
       
“Sure, honey,” Ann did not want to offer her notice and then piss off a customer on the same night.  And money was money, after all.  “You know that makes each dance another fifty bucks.”

        “No problem,” the man was arrogant, as well.  She had a vague feeling he was a regular, though.  Not a fan of any specific girl, which could be a bad thing, she knew.  Some creeps saw any woman that danced in a club as a slut, someone they could sneer at and paw at and generally be an ass toward.  She resisted the urge to look for Jacen, again confident he or one of the other bouncers would be aware of what was happening.
       
        “Okay, then, follow me.” He caught her hand as he stood, and she did not protest… she knew that they let the guys have a little more freedom to touch in the private rooms… No groping, but a hand on her thigh or abdomen was not stepped on like it would be on the main floor.
       
        Opposite the curtain leading to the dressing rooms, Leslie’s club had a long dimly lit corridor with small booths… most were only big enough for two people.  The seats were wider and were plush cushions which were more comfortable for the dancers.  The back ‘wall’ was a heavy curtain like that hiding the dressing area, and served as a pass through for the waitresses and bartender and bouncers between the front and the back of the club.
       
        At the edge of the hall, Ann stopped and checked—three rooms were in use, but there were still seven rooms available.  She started to select the nearest, but her guest caught her hand, pointing at the farthest single, the one beside the farthest pair of ‘party rooms’ larger areas where as many as five men and three girls could dance.  Ann had heard stories about those rooms, but had never seen anything to suggest it was more than rumor.  She hesitated, the room was three away from the nearest occupied booth.
       
        “We’re supposed to go from the front to the back,” she said but smiled at the same time.  The man shrugged.
       
        “Like I care,” he pointed, “See, the first room is empty, so they weren’t following the rules,” and waggled his eyebrows as if that was suggesting Ann ignore the rules, too.
       
        “It might have emptied after they went in,” she said calmly, already sensing she was going to lose the argument, “It’s late, so things are winding down.”
       
        “Well, 8 is my lucky number,” he shrugged, “But I guess we don’t have to do this… I can just go talk to my good buddy, Les.”  Ann sighed.
       
        “No, it’s fine,” she said, still smiling, “We want everyone to enjoy themselves, especially Leslie’s friends.”  He insisted on holding her hand as they walked down the corridor. She nearly gasped as they passed the third booth… the curtains were parted, and the dancer inside was on her knees, her head bobbing in the customer’s lap.  Ann hurried past, though the image stayed in her mind, her pussy twitching at the erotic if outrageous image.  She hoped her guest had not seen.  She was glad the curtains muffled what was happening in the booths.  And there were several empty stalls between three and eight.
       
        She opened the curtains to ‘their’ stall.  When she had pushed the ‘occupied’ button at the front, lights had gone on in the little booth.  There was a dimmer switch and a panic button in each room, as well, and speaker piping the club’s music or private music from a small screen on the wall.  She stood while her guest settled into his seat and chose the music from the screen.
       
        “Close the curtains,” the man demanded.  Ann had tried to leave them open a bit, a common tactic when the girls worried a customer might be too aggressive.  She shrugged and complied, verifying that she was close to the panic button.  This guy was really making it hard to enjoy her work, and she was glad that most of Leslie’s customers were actually gentlemen—they just enjoyed watching women.
       
The music started and Ann obediently straddled the man’s lap and began to dance.  He set his hands on the tops of her thighs, which made her skin prickle, but she did not stop him.  In truth, she was a little distracted at what she had seen, shocked that some of the dancers would prostitute themselves like that; apparently the stories she heard weren’t entirely made up. It made the entire club seem somehow sleazier.

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

        “I’m not done,” he said, “This room is expensive, and I want my money’s worth.”  As he spoke… as Ann moved to climb onto his lap again, he reached down deftly opening his fly and fishing his cock out. The music started.
       
         “Hey! You can’t take that out in here,” Ann said in shock.  Snorting, the guy caught her by the waist with one hand, his other catching hold of her breast, mauling her bare nipple.
       
“Bullshit!” he sneered, “I want some of what that other guy was getting. C’mon and suck my dick. I don’t care what it costs.”  Ann lunged for the panic button but the man guessed what she was doing and easily caught her arm.  She found herself on her knees in front of him, one hand still pinching her nipple savagely, the other gripping her long hair; it hurt.

        “I don’t… Quit it, you asshole… HELP!” Abruptly the curtain behind the man opened, and Ann was looking up to see Jacen looming behind the man.  From his position it was obvious what the guy was doing.
       
        “She said hands off, asshole!” His big hand caught the man’s wrist, and squeezed, the guy whining as he let go of Ann’s hair.  She had been trying to pull away and the sudden loss of resistance nearly meant she put her face in his crotch anyway.  Jacen had caught his other arm high on the bicep, but his strength was obvious enough that the guy let go of her tortured nipple, too.  Jacen yanked the guy into a standing position and bodily lifted him out of the booth and into the black corridor.  “That’s enough for you tonight,” he growled, spinning the much smaller man into the corridor before he looked down at Ann once again.
       
        “You okay, Ann?” he asked, and the shocked wife managed a nod, cradling her sore breast with one hand, but otherwise not caring that she was nearly naked in front of the big bouncer—it was her job, after all.  “Just rest here.  Sit tight. I’ll see to this trash and bring you a drink.”  She nodded again, and then he was perp walking the customer down the hall.  “You’re out of here, asshole… You’re name’s going on the list.”  Ann was relieved; the club had a list of potential customers that were no longer allowed.  Everyone had to show ID, of course, and sign their name in a ledger.  It had seemed ridiculous when she and Tom had first visited, but now she understood and was grateful for the policy.
       
  “That hurts!” the man whined, almost beyond ear shot.

“If you try that again I’ll break your damn arm.”


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

        “You alright?” she could hear the concern in his voice, his hand hovering near, but not touching her, as if he worried that would make the situation worse.
       
        “I… I wanted this to be a great memory right to the last day I was working,” she stopped, struggling not to cry, “But I had a really bad night. It was so bad I don’t think… I’m not coming back.”
       
        “Wow,” the big bouncer was quiet for a moment.  “I mean… other girls just go AWOL, but I always thought… I understand that you’re shook up, and I’m sorry to hear that’s how you feel.  I guess it doesn’t help that it happens sometimes to all of the girls,” he paused, “That’s why I’m here.”  Ann patted his hand.
       
“And I still hadn’t thanked you for saving me,” she smiled up at him, “My hero.”  Jacen beamed.  “It wasn’t that asshole,” she said, “Or at least it’s not just that… I saw one of the girls giving a customer blow job tonight.”  She looked up, expecting Jacen to be shocked.  Instead, he seemed puzzled.  And in turn she was shocked, which he realized.

        “So what?” he shrugged, “That’s how they make some extra money on the side.”  Ann could not believe what she was hearing.
       
        “So what?  So what?! But you’re a cop! Shouldn’t you arrest them?”  Jacen snorted.
       
        “I’m not a vice cop,” he pointed out, “They could not moonlight here.”  He held up a hand to ward off her angry retort, “Look Ann, I don’t interfere because as long as the girls want to do it, it would happen here or out on the street where I can’t keep an eye out to keep them safe.  So as far as I’m concerned, it’s a victimless crime.”  Ann paused, then shook her head.
       
“I guess I had never considered it like that.”  She leaned over, kissing Jacen on the cheek, “Anyway, thanks for saving me.”

        “That’s what I’m here for.”
       
        “I’m serious,” Ann said, “I wouldn’t have taken this job if you weren’t here to protect me. I owe you one.” Jacen stood up,
       
        “It’s mostly emptied out, now, so I guess we’d better get you to your car.”  Ann nodded.  “You sure you’re safe to drive?”  She paused; she had not considered that.  She tried to remember how many drinks she had. “I mean,” he suddenly seemed… shy, “If you needed to wait awhile I thought… well, maybe you could pay me back now?”  Ann was puzzled.
       
        “Someone’s after you?”  Jacen laughed.
       
        “No.  You know what I mean.”  Ann shook her head.
       
        “Honestly, I don’t.  What do you mean?”  Jacen opened his mouth, closed it.  Opened it again.
       
        “I’d sure love a lap dance.”  Ann laughed in surprise. “Really?”  he sounded hurt, “Why not?”  Ann shook her head. “C’mon, why not?”
       
        “Really?”  Ann was still surprised, but considering what he had done for her, she really could not think of a reason to say ‘no.’  She shook her head, “Alright.  Call it one last dance before I retire. Give me a minute and I’ll go change.”  Ann went back into the dressing room.  Jacen had been right; she did not think anyone else was left in the club.  She stripped out of her clothes and chose a small black bikini bra and a matching thong. She checked herself in the mirror, touched up her make up, pausing as she considered that after this next dance the only man she would be dancing for would be Tom.
       
        Her eyes moved to her naked body; she was proud of how good she looked.  She started to don the outfit, with had Velcro tabs to ease their removal during a performance on stage; it was not the clothes she or the other girls wore to do lap dances… too much risk of a customer catching on and totally stripping her as she danced. She checked herself in the mirror, again.  She was a little surprised that she was not more nervous about what Jacen had requested.  Then again, she trusted him… felt safe with him.  She stopped, realizing she had never danced for a black man before… Oh, there had been some Hispanics, and that best man the night before had maybe had some mixed heritage.  But she had never danced for anyone as big or black as the club’s head bouncer.
       
        She stood, eyeing the ‘finished product’ in the mirror. “Oh well, lets do this,” she said and walked back through the dimly lit halls to booth 8.  When she got there, it was empty, but she heard movement in the larger private room beyond.  She stepped back into the hallway.
       
        “Jacen, you back here?”
       
        “Right here.”  She relaxed, glad that it was him in the room, not someone else.  She peeked around the divider.  She blinked in surprise, finding Jacen sitting nude on the cushion.  She stared in amazement at his long banana cock, which hung low between his muscular thighs.  Her mouth was suddenly dry, and she shook her head in shock, trying to find her voice.
       
“You’re, uhm… nude?”  He shrugged.

        “Sorry… I have to work in the morning.  Couldn’t risk getting… well, if you get aroused, you might leave a trail that would have the other guys riding me forever.”  Ann blinked, thinking it almost explained it.
       
        “You could leave your boxers on,” she pointed out, thinking that he was more than twice as big as her husband.
       
        “I’ve tried,” he said, “The damn thing gets stuck in my briefs when it gets hard.”  Ann giggled at the thought. “What’s the matter?” he challenged her, then, “Never seen a black cock before?”
       
“Actually, n-no,” Ann admitted, stepping fully into the big room so that the curtain could close.

        “You should see me when it gets hard.”
       
        “It gets bigger?”  Ann was not sure whether he was being honest or not.
       
        “Oh yeah!” he laughed, “Is it a problem?”  Ann was suddenly embarrassed; he had seen her nude for months.  She smiled, telling herself it was only fair that she get to see him bare, too.  She started to dance in front of him, smiling her thanks when he calmly started the music. She swayed, first facing him, then turning away, then turning back.  True to his word, before the first song had ended his cock was starting to swell. Because he knew the codes, the music segued without pause to a second more upbeat number.
       
         “Ann, you have the hottest body of anyone I’ve ever seen,” he told her as she went on dancing.  She smiled as she turned, her gaze fixed on his crotch.
       
        “Thanks… You too. I’ve never seen so many muscles on a man.”  She took that moment, facing him, to reach up and pull her top off over her head.  She bit her lip, swaying back and forth a bit closer than she had been.  His cock was at half mast.  She smiled,
       
        “Now do you see why I have to take my pants off,” Jacen asked. It made Ann laugh.
       
        “I see, all right,” she giggled, “That is one big dick.”  Jacen snorted.
       
        “Dicks are for little white men. Black men have cocks,” he hefted his a bit, “Big black cocks.”  Ann was unconsciously clenching her thighs.  She shivered at the mental image of slipping her panties off as she pressed her sex against his thigh, teasingly up to the head of his big cock, rubbing at it shyly, then moving back to his muscular thigh.  She blinked, sure that he was getting bigger.  She blushed, aware of her own arousal.
       
“Do women have trouble taking it?” she asked without thinking about it.

        “Taking what?” Jacen prompted as if he heard the question every day.
       
        “Your big black cock.”  The big guard laughed,
       
        “Once my cock gets in them, they always come back for seconds.”  She smiled, moving high in his lap without thinking about it.  When she looked at him again, he was staring down at their groins, and she looked as well, seeing that he had his hand at the base of his shaft, the broad head of his cock just inches from her pussy.  She shivered, wondering how something that big would feel inside of her…  He was reclining, so Ann leaned forward, shaking her naked breasts in front of Jacen’s face, and thinking ‘two can play at this game.’  Jacen’s gaze locked onto her firm breasts, following the movement of her aroused nipples.  ‘Damn but she was fine,’ the big bouncer though, while Ann found herself wishing Tom as as well endowed.
       
        She arched her back, turning her head in preparation of swinging her long hair over Jacen’s head.  Her chest dipped lower, and then one of Jacen’s big hand closed on her swinging breast, lifting the nipple to his tongue.  His lips closed after a single lick and he began to suck.  Ann gasped,
       
        “Oh, God, Jacen, stop that!” she panted, even as she tried to deny how good it felt.  She leaned back, standing astraddle Jacen’s thick thigh. She covered her breast with one hand. Jacen shrugged apologetically,
       
        “Sorry, Ann, I just couldn’t resist those perfect breasts.”  Of course, he thought ‘those big white titties,’ but knew that might piss the married white woman off.
       
        “You know the rules,” Ann scolded, still swaying over his leg, “No touching.”  Jacen smiled conspirationally.
       
        “I think somebody liked it,” he countered, “Your nipples are hard.”  Ann blushed, but did not answer.  She stopped swaying, even though the music was still playing.  Grabbing her glass from the small table, she emptied it, as she would when finishing a lap dance at work.
       
        “Are we about finished?” she asked pointedly.  Jacen shrugged and leaned back again, relaxing.
       
        “Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he winked at her, then added, “The song isn’t over, yet. Dance for me a little longer. Please.”  Ann did not argue, but decided to turn away from him once again… she smiled, confident she could really tease the big man and deny him the chance to reciprocate with her breasts.  She was glad he had not pushed her, because both nipples were tingling she was so hot.
       
        Jacen watched the sexy woman , eyes lingering on the taut heart shaped curve of her ass… ‘as perfect as her breasts,’ he thought. He still had his hand bracing the base of his swollen cock. He lifted the head.
       
        “Shake that white ass,” he murmured, voice low and confident… controlling. “That’s it,” he encouraged as she obeyed, “Now spread your legs a little and back up.”  Ann did without thinking about it. There was a strange pressure between her splayed thighs.  She looked down to see the swollen head of Jacen’s cock visible between her legs, jutting ahead of her pussy.  The pressure changed as Jacen slapped his cock up against her sex repeatedly.
       
        “Ah, fuck!” she groaned, shocked at how close his big cock was to her pussy. She blinked, relieved her panties were there as a barrier.  God, he was big. She was still swaying, the head disappearing, then reappearing again as she moved forward and back.
       
        “It’s poking at me, Jacen,” Ann warned in a gasp, “No touching.”  The big man chuckled, his lips suddenly close to the back of her neck, because he had sat up.
       
        “You’re the one doing it,” he murmured, “It’s all right, Ann… just let it rub on you a little. What’s the harm?”  Ann bit her lip, afraid to respond because she was nearly moaning.  She managed to shake her head but kept swaying and rocking back and forth.  ‘God, this feels good,’ both thought at that moment.
       
Jacen and Ann(thinking with the balloon running together): It’s feels so good!  Without thinking Ann put a hand against her sex as she rocked forward again, acutely aware of the broad head of Jacen’s cock pressing against her aroused seam.  Her fingers brushed the head of his cock, and she realized they were wet, her honey transferred through her soaked thong.

        “Damn, but your pussy is wet, Ann,” Jacen murmured, lips near her ear, “And it’s giving off so much heat, too…” He had a hand on her hip, but Ann could not focus to remind him of the rules.  “Why don’t you let me put just the head inside?”  As he spoke, his free hand caught the tiny strip of her thong, pulling it easily aside.  He sucked in his abdomen, looking down at the glorious sight of his cock slipping inside of her.
       
        “I don’t think that’s such a good… Oh my God!” Ann’s back arched, which of course pushed more of his swollen tool inside of her.
       
        “Damn, that feels good, baby.”  Jacen encouraged, resisting the urge to grab her hips and hammer into her.
       
        “Ahhh, it’s… It’s so big, Jacen,” Ann’s body twitched, “Ok, but just the head.”  Jacen did not argue.  He merely smiled, since it was already too late for the white wife to refuse him.  She went on swaying and rocking, obscuring his view of their fused flesh.
       
        “Damn, Ann,” he praised her after a minute, “Your tight white pussy is gripping me like a vise.”  Ann was working more than just the head into her sex by then… hesitating each time she began to back onto him, as awareness flared at how big he felt inside of her.  “You can do it, girl,” Jacen murmured, “Work that pussy up and down.”  Her legs flexed, and he slipped into her deeper.  Her breath caught.  Jacen kept his hands off of the aroused white wife, letting her impale herself.  By the flex he could feel in his erect shaft, he knew he had about a third of his length inside of Ann.  “Damn, you’re sexy,” he praised, “And you’re so wet, you’re sliding down onto my cock.”  Ann nodded, then shook her head.
       
        “You’re not?” her hand brushed against his shaft jutting beyond her splayed labia, “God, you’re as deep as Tom.”  The black bouncer snorted.
       
        “Really? Well, shit, baby, that ain’t even half my black cock.”  He did not wait for her to realize what was happening, “Go on, girl… Let’s see if you can take it all. We won’t fuck or nothing.”  Ann nodded, her body so hungry for more she never considered how ridiculous his statement was.
       
        “All right,” she panted, hands bracing on her knees, “I… I want to see how much I can take.”  Smiling, Jacen tilted his pelvis as she pushed back.  He could tell he had managed to wedge half of his cock inside of her tight seam.  It took all his willpower not to sit up and pound the young beauty.
       
        “That’s about half, baby,” he assured Ann.
       
        “That’s all,” Ann panted, “Oh God… I… My pussy’s so stretched.” Jacen massaged her firm ass, then let go.
       
        “You’ll get it,” he encouraged the aroused wife, “Just keep working those hips… Yeah, like that.”  Ann went on swaying and rocking her hips, leaning back against him more fervently.  Jacen had worried she would balk, complain that it hurt, beg him to wait, though he was doing nothing but supporting the base of his thick cock as it sank ever deeper into Ann’s stretched sex.  She was moaning constantly by then. Before he knew it, the downy fur of her sex was brushing against his knuckles, and Jacen deftly removed his hand, while spreading his thighs, which forced the wife’s legs apart, seating the last of his big shaft within her.
       
Ann shivered, her ass flush against Jacen’s lap, his cock buried within her. She was panting… could not catch her breath.  She smiled triumphantly, aware that she had done it.  She lifted, until half of his enormous shaft was against outside of her distended, complaining sex.  She looked down her body, eyes fixing on the contrast of his dark black hands on her pale white thighs.  As she watched, his hands moved up and back, catching hold of her hips. SLAM!  Jacen pulled her back down, impaling her fully.  Ann screamed weakly, body trembling.

        “Oh God, ow… Ow! It’s too deep. Your cock is filling my womb.”
       
        “Shhh,” Jacen soothed, “Just let your pussy get used to it.”  When she remained frozen, the big bouncer began to forcibly move her in small circles, holding himself buried.  Ann’s hand pressed against her lower belly, and she shivered at the knowledge she could feel Jacen’s big cock pressing against her from the inside.  She shivered and moaned, tried to remember how long he had been like that, thrust balls deep into her pussy.
       
        “Getting better?” Jacen asked, his thumb brushing against her clit seemingly unintentionally.
       
        “Yes,” Ann admitted, head dropping back onto his shoulder, “It’s starting to feel good.”  The big bouncer smiled,
       
        “I knew it… Damn, but you are amazing.  Now try working that pussy a little.”  Ann moved without hesitation, and after he was sure she was going to work herself back onto his cock again, Jacen let go, guiding her with gentle touches until the white wife was again gyrating her hips, lifting and lowering her sex onto his jutting cock. She paused, looking down to see half of his thick tool jutting up into stretched pussy.
       
        “Oh God,” she panted, “Shit… Oh shit! I’m going to cum.”
       
“That’s good Ann,” Jacen patted her bare ass, “You took it all. You can quit now if you want.”  Ann sagged forward, then, actually pulling her twitching sex off of his cock.  “What the?” he could not believe he had misjudged the housewife…  Ann merely turned, straddling him again, her hand catching the heavy head of his cock and guiding it back into her pussy.  She sighed, arching her back as she took him to the root.

“Damn,” Jacen panted, “I thought you were going to leave me hanging.”

        “No,” Ann smiled, “I just wanted a better angle.”  She draped her arms over the bouncer’s broad shoulders and began to ride him.  Within a minute her head was back, body shaking visibly with her climax.  She welcomed Jacen’s lips on her tingling nipples as he licked one, then the other.  “God, yes! I’m cumming!” She thrashed violently until she was spent, remaining impaled.  Skin glistening with sweat, the young beauty kissed the bouncer passionately.  Ann knew it was wrong, but she could not deny that she had never climaxed like that before.  When Jacen shifted, Ann stared down, remembering the big man was still fully inside of her.  She giggled, the momentum threatening to trigger another climax.  “You… Your cock is incredible.”  Her voice gave way to a groan as the big man rose, holding her impaled, her feet dangling more than a foot off of the floor.
       
        “Glad you like it,” he smiled, nipping at her neck, “Wanna move someplace more comfortable?”
       
        “Sure,” Ann slurred, her primary awareness that she still wanted to cum. “Where were you thinking?”
       
        “As long as I’m here,” Jacen shifted his hips, his big cock moving inside of her, making Ann gasp, “I don’t care.”  He paused, as if thinking, “Although the thought of fucking you on the stage has me even harder than usual.  Ann answered by climbing off of him with some difficulty.  She caught hold of his wet cock with one hand, leading the way.  Without releasing him, the aroused white housewife lay on her back, pulling Jacen between her splayed legs
       
        “Damn, but you’re hot,” Jacen praised, easily tearing off the thong he had slipped around in the private booth, “Go ahead,” he told her, “Put it in, baby.”  Ann’s hand worked up and down his turgid shaft, bringing the broad mushroom tip against, and with a husky sigh into her pussy.  Jacen added pressure, his big cock flexing slightly, applying just the right pressure to Ann’s swollen clit.
       
        “Oh God! So big!” she panted.  Jacen nodded.
       
        “Oh yeah… Now lie down, slut. I’m gonna fuck this tight pussy hard, now.”  Ann bit her lip and lay back, giggling as Jacen caught her legs, lifting them and spreading them wide at the same time he pressed forward, easily seating half of his cock into her pussy. He never paused, backing out only to push harder and drive deeper.  Within six or seven thrusts he was buried.  He set a steady pace, all the way in, all the way out, tilting his pelvis to build the pressure on her swollen clit.
       
        “Yes!” Ann husked on each stroke, “Fuck yes!... Fuck me… Fuck me hard, Jacen. God, I love your big black cock.”
       
        “My big black cock loves that tight white pussy, too,” the black bouncer assured her with a leer, prolonging the pressure on her clit on the next out and in.
       
        “I’m… I’m cumming… cumming again! Oh God fuck me!”  Jacen picked up the pace, then, driving into Ann with almost vicious lunges.  Her pussy milked at him hungrily.  He caught her trim waist, bracing himself on his knuckles.
       
        “Here it cums,” he warned, panting, lips near Ann’s ear, “Gonna bust a nut in this sweet pussy.”
       
        “Wha… Wait, oh no… Pull out! Pull it out!” Ann struggled weakly beneath him, her every twist and shift also building her arousal once again. Jacen had gone stiff, holding himself buried.
       
        “Too late,” the big bouncer panted, “I couldn’t stop, you’re so damn sexy.” When he was finished pulsing into Ann’s naked womb, Jacen shifted, fucking cautiously in and out of her still trembling box. He felt their mingled fluids oozing out around his shaft.
       
        “Oh my God,” Ann thrashed her head from side to side, “You can’t… shouldn’t have… I wasn’t… I’ll get pregnant!”  Jacen chuckled, “Oh, my bitch, you’d look so sexy with a black baby in that belly.”  When she had not complained, Jacen’s thrusting had increased, and without thinking about what was happening, Ann responded.  “Oh, my God,” she panted, body spasming visibly, “I didn’t… I can’t… God… so… So good… I can’t… No, I’m cumming… Cumming again… Oh yes!”  Jacen went still, holding himself fully inside until she had quieted.  He let her legs fall onto the stage, knees spread lewdly as he backed out, his shaft smeared with his cum. He paused, teasing his still drooling cock head against her clit.
       
“Ahh!” she mewled, “Oh God! Don’t tease… Fuck me… Fuck me… Knock me up.”  Her voice rose to a gasp as he pushed his tip down and into her once again.  Though not fully hard, Jacen’s thick cock was more than enough to distract and enslave the white housewife.  He resumed the eager pace he had hit just before cumming, and within a minute Ann was twitching and screaming.  He pounded into her through her climax, lasting more than ten minutes and triggering three additional monstrous orgasms from the married stripper before he pulled out after he had begun to unleash his next load. His heavy cock flopped over Ann’s clit and mons, heavy beads of jism spattering her stomach. Chuckling, the bouncer lifted his cock just as another streamer erupted, painting Ann’s bare breasts and cleavage.

        “So good,” she giggled, “So much… Yeah, baby, cum for me.”  With the big bouncer still between her spread legs, the sex addled housewife began to rub his semen into her breasts, and down over her flat belly.  “Tom’s cum doesn’t even fill a teaspoon,” she said, obviously amazed at what she was seeing.  Jacen shrugged.
       
        “That’s ‘cause Tom ain’t a real man, slut.” He was settled onto his heels on his knees, and his always impressive cock was still dripping their mingled juices, “Now come clean my cock off.”  Ann did not hesitate, curling up, rolling over her toes onto her hands and knees and stalking between Jacen’s muscular thighs.  She began to lick at his cock head.  After hesitantly taking all that she could into her mouth, her hand bracing the base of his cock, fingers barely touching.
       
        “I don’t ever do this for Tom,” Ann whispered, feeling a bit ashamed.
       
        “A real man would make you suck it,” Jacen snorted.
       
“A real man wouldn’t have to make me,” Ann answered without considering it, “I want to suck your cock, Jacen.”  The black bouncer nodded.

“Then suck that black cock, slut.”  Ann licked her lips, then bobbed her head down, lips hollowing as she sucked at his cock.  Jacen looked down his nude body, smiling as the white wife took about a third of his shaft.  Ann bobbed her head, sucking eagerly, even as she absently wondered what she was doing… How could the sight of a black cock have made her such a complete slut?  And she had let him cum inside of her… she could be pregnant.  Her body trembled as the next thought, unbidden, was ‘it would have been worth it.’  She paused, taking as much as she could… nearly half of Jacen’s big tool, and that was a strain.

        “Swallow that black cock,” Jacen demanded, gently thrusting his hips at her face.  ‘Gacckk!’  Ann gagged around his shaft, uncomfortable at the sensation of choking.  She bobbed her head again, anxious to demonstrate to the big bouncer how much she appreciated his cock.  There was a strange fullness in her throat.  She swallowed convulsively, whining at the momentary almost pain as he pushed into her throat…
       
Then Ann’s lips were against the tight curls of Jacen’s pubic hair.  She shivered at the knowledge that she had swallowed him whole.

        “That’s it slut,” Jacen patted her head, “Deep throat that black cock.”  Ann struggled to stay relaxed, aware that she could not breath, and afraid she would gag. She sucked at him for another moment, then backed off as sparkling lights began to appear at the edges of her vision. His shaft glistened with her saliva.  Ann kissed the edge of the crown.
       
        “God,” she murmured, “You’re just too big.”  Jacen snorted, not bothering to remind her she had taken him all just a moment before.
       
        “Try jerking it off while sucking the head,” he instructed.  Ann began to lick around his glans, her hands slowly working up and down his impressive shaft.  Biting her lip, during a pause, the sexy white wife shifted, slurping his cock head into her mouth once again, her hands still jerking him off.  “Yeah, that’s it,” Jacen praised her, “Starting to feel it.”  He watched as Ann’s head bobbed, taking a bit more of him, her hands still working his cock.  She blushed prettily when she looked up to find him watching her, but did not look away.
       
        He knew he could go a long time, but getting this sexy bitch trained was more important than showing off.  He chuckled, remembering some porn star saying if a guy could not get off within three minutes of a woman sucking his cock, he was not into it, or she was not doing it right.  Ann was doing it right, and he could not remember claiming such a beauty as his own.
       
        “Here it cums,” he whispered.  Ann’s brow furrowed—she did not understand.  And then he erupted.  Her cheeks bulged as she tried to contain his load.  Jism leaked from the corners of her mouth and she gagged noisily as she choked his spend down.  Ann swallowed convulsively, amazed he was still filling her mouth after first surprising her with his climax.  “That’s it, baby,” he praised, patting her head affectionately, still spewing into her sucking mouth, “You’re a born cock sucker.”
       
        Ann pulled away from his erupting cock, then, but she was still jerking Jacen off, and heavy streamers of his semsn spattered her fact and neck.
       
        “Milk that cock, slut,” he leered at her, “Tastes, good, don’t it?”  Ann blushed, but nodded; that was just what she had been thinking.  Sighing theatrically, Jacen lay back on the stage.  An was still between his legs, absently fondling his spent, but still impressive cock.  She shivered, aware that he could get her off like that better than any man she had ever known.
       
        “That was incredible,” she murmured happily.  Jacen propped himself up on an elbow.
       
        “You keep dancing here and I’ll fuck you like that every night.”  Ann bit her lip, and he knew that he had her.  He waited, though.  He knew patience.
       
        “Well,” she smiled, “I’ll be here for another two weeks.” She ran a finger more pointedly up and down his length, delighting when it made Jacen groan in pleasure, “So I can enjoy you some more.  You’ll have to wear a condom, though.”  The big bouncer snorted derisively.
       
        “Nope. With me it’s bareback or nothing.”  And as if he had to prove it, his cock shifted and began to get hard once again.  Ann’s eyes widened, even as her fingers curled around his shaft and she began to wank him more determinedly.
       
“Oh my God… You’re getting hard again?”  She licked her lips, one hand dropping to press at her still aroused sex, “You’re a real man.”

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

        “God, I’m leaking all over the stage,” she panted.  Jacen chuckled,
       
        “Better get you plugged tight again, then,” and Jacen pushed into her from behind.  He caught her hips, thumbs high, squeezing her ass cheeks as he began to thrust in and out.  His fingertips curled around the fronts of her thighs, anchoring Ann I place as he began to thrust into her more powerfully.  He shifted his hands as she responded, thumbs moving nearer her puckered anus.
       
“Yes!” Ann husked, her body twitching in pleasure yet again, “Oh, God, fuck me again, Jacen.”  By then the big bouncer had most of his cock buried at the bottom of each stroke.  He had set an easy to maintain pace, and spanked her ass with a short sharp blow, making the white wife gasp, even as it made her pussy clench at his driving cock.  He spanked her again, using the distraction to move his other hand, his thumb pushing into her bottom with his next thrust.

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

        “I’m priming it, slut.”  Ann shook her head.
       
        “No,” she panted, “Not my ass… Fuck… That’s gross… I mean… Priming it?  Priming it for what? I don’t want… Ahhh, cumming!”  The bouncer had pinned her clit with his free hand, the pressure against his driving cock quickly getting her off.  “So good,” she panted, “Don’t stop… Love it… Fuck… Love your cock, Jacen… Fuck me… Finger my ass!  Anything you want.”  He had kept up the pressure on her clit and the helpless wife was already about to cum again. She had collapsed onto her shoulders, face turned to the side, eyes not seeing into the darkness as pleasure overcame any modesty or fear.
       
        “Anything?” Jacen teased, pulling out of her pussy, which yawned wide, hungry to be filled.  Ann merely nodded her head.  Jacen smiled, redirecting his cock head, pressing it against her brown eye.
       
        “Wait, no!” Ann tried to move away, but Jacen’s free hand was still anchoring the front of her thigh, holding her in place. “Not my ass,” Ann panted, “It’s too big!”  Her voice caught, and then she cried out, because Jacen had pushed the broad head of his cock through her sphincter.  Unable to sit up, Ann reached back blindly, trying to push him away.  “No!, God, no… It hurts, Jacen!”
       
        “Yeah,” Jacen panted, not backing off, “’Cuz you’re so fucking tight.”  He pushed his thumb into Ann’s empty pussy, pinching her clit between the ball of his thumb and his curled index finger. Ann threw her head back, screaming as she came, the momentary laxity of her sphincter letting Jacen sink more of his big cock into her ass. Ann turned her head, to find the reflected image of her being ass fucked by the big bouncer, who was steadily fucking into her bottom doggy style.
       
        “Don’t!” she gasped, “You’re ripping me in two. I can’t take it.”  Jacen simply spanked her ass with his free hand.
       
        “Unclench your ass cheeks and you’ll get used to it, my bitch,” he taunted her.
       
       
        Out in the darkness, directed away from her sight line, the tiny amber light in the corner of the screen blinked.  The 2.5 inch screen was a close up of the bouncer ruining the married dancer’s ass.  The battery indicator indicated half full, the letters REC showing in read at the upper mid aspect of the screen.
       
        The married dancer’s tune was changing.  She had gone from ‘no’ and ‘don’t’ to ‘Oh my God,’ and ‘Don’t stop.’
       
        “God, I can’t believe that I like it,” she husked, and began pushing back at him. “Don’t stop! Fuck me… Fuck my ass. God, I love it. Fuck my ass with your big black cock!” Jacen’s thighs slapped Ann’s up thrust ass again and again and again, announcing the tempo of their fucking.
       
       
        The unseen camcorder was capturing every second from the shadowed back of the club. The hand holding the small camcorder was rock steady, the elbow braced on one of the tables.  Leslie, the club owner, sat in the plush seat, keeping the recorder aimed at the sexy action going on right there on stage. Leslie smiled at his guest, the overly aggressive customer Jacen had ‘thrown out.’

“Damn,” the man murmured quietly.

        “Yeah, she’s grade A prime,” Leslie agreed, “But that black bastard better not have knocked her up.”  The ersatz ‘guest’ snorted.
       
        “I’m no queer, but that boy has got a horse cock,” Leslie’s friend pointed out.
       
        “True enough,” Leslie agreed, “But he can’t control himself… the big fucker likes knocking ‘em up. Fertile bastard, can get off four of five times a night, fires it right against… hell maybe right in their womb, & has some impossibly high sperm count.”  He paused, making sure he had the action squarely in the viewfinder.
       
        “Well a baby would ruin that perfect body, boss.”  Leslie shrugged.
       
        “I guess it could, but most of our girls have pushed a pup or two out… We’ve got a trainer if it comes to that.”  He glanced at the smaller man, “And a baby would get hubby out of the way.”
       
“See, that’s why you’re the boss,” the man smiled, “But I still get a taste when you’ve got her in harness.

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

        “My dear, sexy, Ann,” Leslie spoke quietly the microphone just in front of his mouth, “If you’re watching this, you’ve chosen to leave my employ.  None of my girls quit unless I say so.”  He paused, and the microphone captured another mewl of pleasure as Jacen got the married white dancer off anally.  “So unless you’d like copies of this dvd sent to your husband, and your family, as well as released for free on the internet. I trust you’ll reconsider.  I’m sure, since you’ve already learned to be more agreeable…”
       
        On stage, Jacen had moved, catching hold of Ann’s hips with both hands.  He grunted as he picked up the pace.  Ann nodded, hips pushing back, welcoming each stroke.
       
“Yes!” Ann panted, “Fuck… Fuck my ass… Fill me up… Give me your cum, Jacen!” Jacen threw his head back, shouting hoarsely as he held his cock buried in Ann’s bottom, his cum pulsing into her channel.

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

        Jacen backed out, still firing, heavily painting Ann’s naked back.  Leslie used the digital zoom, and benefiting from the new angle and Jacen’s stepping back he caught a nice moment of the heavy stream of Jacen’s cum drooling out of Ann’s just fucked ass and over her loose, well fucked cunt.
       
        “And you only have to give me a 60% cut.”  Only then did he hit stop,  He knew there might be more debauchery, but as often as Jacen had fired, and as late as it was getting, he expected the good little wife would soon start feeling ashamed and would rush home.
       
        “You’re going to hold it over her head instead of releasing the video on the net?”
       
        “Fuck no,”  Leslie snorted, “It’ll be on our website tomorrow. People pay big bucks just to see Jacen fuck. And that’s without him banging a piece of quality tail like Ann.  I may have to bump the subscription.”  He grinned cruelly, “And spliced with what she did in the private room, I think we have a long action DVD from just tonight.”
       
        “What happens when she realizes you lied?”
       
        “Who the fuck cares?” Leslie snorted, “She signed the release… It doesn’t limit the time of any activities being recorded.  Hell, she signed it with hubby standing at her side,” the smile was downright evil, “Once she realizes there isn’t a way out, we’ll give her a live webcam nights… ‘watch the babe banging all comers.’  It’ll be as good as those ‘fuck a fan’ shows the strippers are doing in California.
       
“I dunno, boss,” the man was looking at the stills he had taken with his camera phone, “She isn’t your run of the mill stripper.

“Exactly,” Leslie nodded, “She’s married. She’s a beautiful classically trained dancer… and a black cock slut who’ll get used to performing on the internet. Hell, we’ll start her with Jacen and his brothers… She’ll love it.

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

        “Who owns this pussy?” Jacen’s voice was a low rumble.  Ann swore she could feel the vibration of it through his cock in her stuffed cunt.
       
        “You do, Jacen,” she answered without hesitation.  He pulled out, laughing at the beauty’s pouting whine. She sat up, looking up at him adoringly, grabbing his floppy black cock.  “Your cock’s amazing,” she murmured, adding, “I can’t get enough of it.”  She blushed at what she had admitted.
       
        “I don’t know the last time I came that often,” Jacen lied, patting Ann’s head, “You’re pretty amazing, yourself.”  She looked up at him.
       
“Two weeks might not be enough,” she admitted, “I think you just changed my life.”  Jacen hid his laugh in a cough.

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

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