Dirty Martini Erotica,
"Career Girl," a very naughty sex story by Sabrynne
Anna had never considered herself sexy. Attractive, certainly - in a petite, could be Italian, could be Jewish, might even be Indian sort of way - thankfully without the genetic misfortune of a large nose or hair in places it shouldn't be. But the woman standing in the half open door wore seduction like a silk negligee. She was long and lithe in low-rise jeans and a white t-shirt that fitted snugly over large breasts. Her wavy, auburn hair flirted with her shoulders, while the most striking copper eyes Anna had ever seen slanted in her direction.
"You must be Anna." Full lips coated in copper lip-gloss parted in a warm smile, exposing perfect, white teeth. "I'm Sennett."
She opened the door further, and with a sweeping motion of a manicured hand, said, "Welcome to my humble abode."
Anna stepped past her into a spacious living room; cream-colored walls were an understated backdrop for several modernist paintings in vivid reds, oranges and yellows. A leather sofa and two chairs were arranged in front of a pristine, marble fireplace that Anna doubted had ever experienced a burning log. The apartment was a long way from the institutional hovels she had shared with various roommates at Louisiana State.
"First, let me show you around." Sennett led her across the polished, wood floor into a brightly lit kitchen and dining area. Then they continued along a short corridor. Anna caught a glimpse of an immaculate bathroom and then found herself standing in the doorway of a large, empty room.
"This, of course, would be your room if you decide you're interested."
While Anna's eyes traveled around the cavernous space, she wondered how much it would cost her to furnish a room of this size. "It's a great place - unfortunately, I'm just a graphic designer, a junior one at that. What I mean is, you didn't mention the rent in the ad, but -"
"Would you like something to drink?"
Anna hesitated, then smiled politely. "Uh - sure."
"Is coffee okay? I also have Diet Coke, or wine, if you like..."
"No, coffee sounds great, thanks."
"Okay, then, make yourself comfortable in the living room."
Anna retraced her steps and perched on the edge of the sofa. A moment later, she heard the woman's voice: "I work as an editor's assistant for an obscure art magazine, so I completely understand your struggle to make ends meet in New York on an entry-level salary."
Anna frowned as she tried to fit Sennett's profession with an apartment that she was almost certain the woman couldn't afford. Was she a trust-fund baby who only worked to keep herself busy? Or did she have a special "friendship" with a wealthy man who subsidized her expenses?
Sennett reappeared and crossed the room, carefully setting down a tray on the glass coffee table. Then she sat down next to Anna and reached for her coffee mug. After a tentative sip, she said, "So where are you staying right now?"
"With a couple of friends I grew up with in Baton Rouge. They're the sweetest guys on the planet but their place is tiny, and I think most twenty-something bachelors are allergic to anything involving cleaning, so it's getting a bit old."
Sennett nodded. "You've been there awhile?"
Anna poured cream into her mug took a sip. "Almost a month now. I promised I'd start looking for a place after I got settled in my new job. Your ad is the first one I've responded to."
"Well, I'm sure you have a long list of places to visit, so I guess I should get to the important stuff. I'm looking for fifteen hundred a month plus half the utilities, which run about between two and three hundred a month."
Anna's heart sank. "Well, I'm sure that's very reasonable for what you're offering, but I can't see myself living on ramen until my next pay raise," she said.
Sennett set her cup on the coffee table and tucked her legs demurely under her, angling her perfect body in Anna's direction. "Rather than settle for a miniscule rat hole in an iffy part of town until you get a little further up the ladder, you might want to consider moonlighting. I work at a...club nearby a couple of nights a week. The extra money's made all the difference."
Anna's eyebrows lifted slightly. Two nights a week made that kind of money? What exactly was she doing - giving blowjobs to customers between drink orders?
She smiled shyly. "I was hoping to find decent place for less than a thousand. It sounds like I'm being unrealistic."
"Well, you're not the first person to move here and find herself fainting from sticker shock." Sennett unfolded herself and moved to the mantel, where she pulled something out of a shallow bowl. Then she turned and handed it to her.
Anna stared at the card. "C-A-G?" she asked.
Sennett smiled. "It's the club where I work. If you decide you'd like an interview, give them a call and ask for Dieter."
"Okay...thanks."
Sennett followed Anna to the front door. "Well, it's been great meeting you. Good luck with the rest of your appointments."
***
Anna stared at her computer screen as her mind returned to the previous two days, most of which had been spent traveling by subway from one "miniscule rat hole" to the next. By Sunday night, she had returned to Michael and Jack's pizza box and beer can-littered apartment in a state of depression, wondering if the move to New York had been such a good idea after all. She had finally landed her first real job and her salary barely covered a studio apartment that was one step above the Ghetto. But this morning, things looked a little less bleak, and after a satisfying day at work, she decided she'd be damned if she was going to run back home over something as trivial as a decent place to live. She reached down next to her desk and pulled out the card Sennett had given her. She glanced behind her, then dialed the number on the card.
A woman's voice answered the phone. "Club Anything Goes, how may I help?"
"Oh - uh, I was told you might be looking for waitresses? Sennett told me to ask for Dieter."
"Sure, hold on one sec."
The line was silent for a moment. "Can you come by at, say, six o'clock?"
Anna glanced at her watch. "Sure."
"I just need your name and measurements."
"My name is Anna LeGrange. I'm sorry - my what?"
"Your measurements. We have everyone try on a uniform during the interview."
"Okay...well, I'm a 34B, 23-inch waist, I don't know about my hips but I'm five-four and I normally wear a size two," she said, feeling slightly awkward.
"Great. Did Sennett tell you how to get here?"
"No, but if you give me the address and nearest subway stop, I'm sure I can find it."
Anna scribbled the information on a piece of paper. Then she hung up and, grabbing her purse and coat, headed out of the building.
An hour later, she was standing in front of what looked like an expensive townhouse on the Upper West Side. She glanced down at the address she had written, then climbed the concrete steps to a set of impressive double doors. Her eyes fell on a small, gold placard with "C.A.G." inscribed in block letters. Relieved, she pushed the button beneath it.
Eventually, a woman's voice said, "Yes?"
"Hi - it's Anna LeGrange. I'm here for my interview."
There was a click and a buzz. Anna twisted the knob and the door opened with a soft whine. A long, carpeted hallway extended in front of her. The sign on the door to her right said, "Office." She gave the other three doors a cursory glance, then knocked.
"Come in," said the female voice.
She found herself inside a reception room. An attractive blond was looking up at her from behind a wooden desk. The woman stood and, picking up a black bundle, crossed the room to another door.
"Dieter's ready for you," she said, opening the door.
Surprised by the receptionist's attire, which consisted of a micro mini skirt, tight v-necked sweater and the kind of stilettos porn actresses wore, Anna nodded dumbly and walked into a larger, more lavish room. A man who reminded her of a German Fabbio was sitting behind large mahogany desk.
"Anna? I'm Dieter. Great to meet you."
The receptionist handed her the bundle. Then she rounded the desk and settled into a chair in the far corner.
"First, let's see you in the uniform." Dieter said.
Anna's eyes darted awkwardly around the room.
A faint smile crossed his lips. "The bathroom's on your left."
She crossed the room to the bathroom and turned on the light, shutting the door behind her. It was quite luxurious for an office bathroom. There was even a Jacuzzi tub and shower. She sat on the edge of the toilet and striped down to her bra and panties.
"Holy shit," she mumbled as she took off her underwear as well and began slipping into the ensemble. A few minutes later, she slowly turned toward the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
The scarf top was made of a thin, black material and a sprinkling of black sequins. It hung halter-style around her neck and plunged dramatically, exposing her cleavage and the top of her stomach. A string on each side that tied behind her back was the only thing holding the top in place. A black, sequined thong and a skirt made out of black netting that fell to the middle of her thigh completed the uniform.
Although the outfit made her look like a classy hooker, her well-toned body looked great in it. She just needed a pair of black heels, a little more make-up and...
"Everything okay in there?"
"Uh - yeah. One second."
She made sure the top was covering her nipples and opened the door.
"I could do with a pair heels, but -"
Dieter was leaning against the front of the desk. He smiled broadly and beckoned to her to stand in the middle of the room.
"Turn around."
She pivoted slowly and gave him a self-conscious grin.
"See, Simone? I told you we could do with something different. When this cute little thing makes her debut, the men will be falling all over themselves for a chance to give her a go."
Anna's jaw dropped.
"I take it from your expression that Sennett didn't...fill you in," he said. "Have a seat and I'll explain."
She looked behind her, then moved to sit down as primly as possible on the red leather sofa.
"C-A-G is a private club. Members pay a monthly fee to come here - every night, if they want - and have their sexual fantasies fulfilled. You are applying for a waitress position, which means exactly what you think it does, though some of our waitresses choose to give select members a little extra for the right price. And that's it. So are you still interested?"
Against her better judgment, she said, "I guess I could give it a try."
"Great! There's just one more thing."
There was a movement behind him and Simone appeared. Without a word, she pulled off her sweater, revealing a black, cut-away bra propping up ample breasts with pink nipples. Then she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. With a seductive grin, she licked her index finger, then began sliding the wet digit in and out of her shaved pussy.
A soft moan escaped her lips as the woman's head tilted and her eyes closed. Anna stared at the woman in shocked fascination. Then her eyes shifted to the bulge in Dieter's pants and she felt her pussy become slick with juice.
Shifting his gaze from the masturbating Simone to Anna, he said, "We've had women claim they won't be bothered by people having sex all around them, then they end up running out in the middle of their first shift. So we started giving new hires a little test beforehand."
His attention returned to the moaning woman and he unzipped the fly of his trousers, pulling out his stiff penis. Then he began moving his hand up and down the shaft.
"Suck my cock," he murmured.
She pulled out her finger and licked it clean. Then she knelt in front of him, giving the head of his cock a flick with her tongue. "Do you want me to just suck it, or take it deep into my throat?"
"Oh, yeah, swallow it. Do it now." His fingers twisted in her hair and he pushed her head toward his cock. She took his entire length in her mouth while her hand fondled his balls. "Oh, yeah, fuck!"
Simone alternated between throating and suckling with her mouth and pumping his length with her hand for several minutes. Then, in a husky whisper, he said, "I want to ram you with my cock."
Anna squirmed in her seat as her dripping pussy throbbed. Her hand inched under her skirt toward the soaking thong, but stopped short of its destination: what if they noticed her fingering herself and Dieter took it as an invitation to tag team? As horny as she was, she wasn't so far gone that fucking her new boss had suddenly become a good idea. Then she watched Simone pull up a chair and bend forward with her hands on the seat. Dieter entered her slowly; both their eyes were closed and she could tell they had forgotten she was in the room. Her hand slid under her thong until her finger found the swollen kernel. She began rubbing it - first slowly, then more quickly to match Dieter's thrusts - until her body gave way to a shuttering orgasm. She bit her bottom lip to keep a groan from escaping her lips.
"Ooh, yeah, fuck my cunt harder - fuck me!" Simone screamed.
He impaled her hard and fast, over and over until her excited cries became satisfied moans. Then he quickly pulled out of her pussy and squeezed his cock at the base, letting out a low growl as he shot thick, white cum all over her back.
A moment later, Simone scooped up her clothes and headed for the bathroom. "Let me just jump in the shower before you change," she said to Anna. "Oh and congratulations on your new job," she added with a grin.
"This is some place," Jack said to Sennett as she led them along the hall to Anna's new bedroom.
"Just set them down here," Anna said, dropping the box she was carrying in front a pile of bags and odds and ends.
Jack and Michael obediently placed their boxes next to hers, then turned toward the doorway, where Anna's new roommate was observing them.
"Anna mentioned that your place is a little on the small side," she said.
"Sounds like she was being kind," said Michael.
"I feel like some coffee. Anyone care for a cup?" she said.
"Sure," they both said at once.
"Great - I'll give a shout when it's done." Sennett turned and disappeared down the hall.
Jack looked over his shoulder at Anna, who was kneeling in front of one of the boxes. "That woman is a goddess," he said.
"Yeah, and here I thought you were just giving us a line so we'd help you move. Not that you need to or anything," added Michael.
Anna straightened up and shook her head. "Now when have I ever lied to you about one of my friends?"
"I guess you haven't. It's too bad she's out of our league," said Michael.
"Oh, I don't know. I think you two underestimate the dizzying effect you have on the opposite sex. Hell, if we hadn't grown up together, I'd make a play for one of you myself."
"Coffee's ready!" came a faint voice from another room.
Anna glanced at her friends, who were looking longingly toward the doorway. "Why don't you guys take a break and I'll start unpacking."
"Are you sure?" Jack asked doubtfully.
"Positive - I'd rather not have you guys nosing around my personal stuff anyway. I'll come find you when I need help assembling the furniture, okay?"
"Sure, okay," he said.
The two men followed the smell of coffee into the living room, where Sennett was sitting on the sofa in front of a tray and four mugs.
"Doesn't Anna want any coffee?" she said as she watched them approach.
"She decided she wanted some time alone to unpack - something about not wanting us to get a look at her unmentionables," said Michael as he lowered himself into a chair.
"I guess that's understandable." She watched Jack settle into the chair next to Michael. She couldn't remember the last time she had met two friends who were both equally attractive. Jack had a dark, Mediterranean look about him, while Michael was taller and leaner, with a mass of golden curls that made her think of a surfer. Well, if Anna wasn't interested, she'd just have to take advantage of the situation.
"How do you take your coffee?" she asked.
"We both take it black," said Michael.
She handed two mugs across the table, leaning forward to give them a glimpse of her melon-sized tits that had been hidden behind the nondescript, button-down shirt.
Jack glanced in Michael's direction, wondering if she had flashed them on purpose. Then she picked up her mug and leaned back against the sofa, parting her legs just enough to expose a sliver of black panties beneath her hiked up mini. Jack felt his cock grow inside his jeans.
Sennett sipped her coffee, enjoying the men's aroused expressions. Feeling the moisture begin to build between her legs, she said, "So, have you two ever shared a woman?"
Shaking his head, Michael set his mug on the table. "Women don't tend to be in short supply when we're around," he said with a grin.
"I'm sure they're not, under normal circumstances. But right now there's only me - unless you think Anna might be interested -"
"Not in the slightest," Jack said.
Sennett set down her cup and stood, then headed toward the hallway. "I'll give you a moment to yourselves," she said over her shoulder. Then she was gone.
Jack and Michael looked at each other. Finally, Jack said, "I know what you're going to say about our no-fucking-the-same-woman rule, but for such an extraordinary piece of ass, I think we can make an exception this one time. Agreed?"
Michael shrugged. "I'm game if you are," he said.
They crossed the living room into the hallway, passing the bathroom and Anna's room until they reached Sennett's bedroom.
She was lying spread-eagle across the king-sized bed. Although she was still wearing her lacy, black bra, her panties lay discarded beside her. Jack and Michael stood mesmerized in the doorway while she slowly moved a slim, glass dildo in and out of her moist pussy.
Smiling at them with half-closed eyes, she said, "I decided to start without you. Well don't just stand there..."
Both men stripped off their clothes and moved to stand in front of Sennett, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. She licked the palm of each hand and began stroking their cocks while she fondled and kissed their balls.
"Mmm, just look at those beautiful rods," she murmured. Then she nudged Jack toward the bed. He settled back against the pillows and watched her while she unsnapped the front of her bra and tossed it on the floor, unleashing firm breasts with large, brown nipples. Staring seductively at Jack, she lifted one mound toward her mouth and flicked the erect nipple with her tongue. Then Michael knelt in front of her pussy and, parting her legs slightly, began moving his finger in and out of her hole while he flicked her clit with his tongue.
"Mmm...yeah...lick me," she murmured.
Jack felt his heart beat faster. His hand stroked his cock while he watched them. A few moments later, she moved to the edge of the bed and leaned forward, taking his cock deep inside her throat. "That's it, take it all. Oh, yeah - suck it," Jack said.
Sennett's pink pussy was glistening in the sunlight, beckoning for Michael to fuck it. He guided his head to her lips, pushing it just inside the opening.
"Fuck my cunt," he heard her whisper.
He grabbed her hips and thrust forward, hearing her gasp as his size filled her. Staring down at her rounded ass cheeks, he began moving inside her.
"Ooh, fuck me harder! Oh yeah, that feels so good," she said.
Michael pumped her again and again, slowing down when he felt himself nearing climax, then speeding up again. A few moments later, she moved away from him and climbed on top of Jack. Then she straddled his hips and slowly lowered her pussy onto his stiff cock. Glancing in Michael's direction, she said, "Fuck my ass with the dildo."
The shiny, glass object was resting on top of the nightstand. Michael reached for it; the dildo was still slick with Sennett's pussy juices. Then he climbed on the bed between Jack's parted legs. Sennett's gyrating torso fell forward, presenting Michael with her tight hole. He inserted the tip of the slender wand in her ass and then twisted it back and forth while slowly pushing it inside her.
"Oh, god yes! Ohhhh..." she moaned.
Michael continued twisting until all but the rounded end was buried inside Sennett's lovely ass. Then he began slowly moving the dildo in and out while his cock throbbed mercilessly between his legs. He felt like it was going to burst all over the silk duvet. "I can't take much more..." he said huskily.
Sennett stared into Jack's half-closed eyes. "Then stick your cock in my ass."
Michael pulled out the dildo and slowly guided his stiff rod inside her. "You're so fucking tight!" he hissed between clenched teeth as he moved his rock-hard cock in and out.
"Oh my god, you guys feel amazing," she breathed, bucking harder and faster against Jack's cock as her nipples rubbed against his chest.
"Fuck - I'm gonna come...I'm coming!" she cried. Jack felt her pussy squeeze and convulse around him. He closed his eyes and groaned while his cock shot a load of hot cum deep inside her.
Michael felt his cock begin to spasm. He grabbed her hips and thrust forward. "F-u-c-k!" he yelled and shuttered, releasing his wad.
The sound of footsteps in the hall was followed by a faint voice: "Where are you guys? Sennett - did Jack and Michael leave?"
"Be there in a second!" shouted Michael as he jumped off the bed and commenced pulling on his jeans.
Sennett and Jack untangled themselves and Jack rolled quickly off the bed, yanking his t-shirt over his head. "Damn - I completely forgot about Anna," he said sheepishly.
Sennett smiled. "Hurry up and give her a hand. I'll pop my head in before you leave."
A few moments later, Michael and Jack arrived in Anna's room, just in time to save her from losing a battle with her unwieldy bed frame.
Watching them finish screwing in the last of the bolts, she said, "What were you two doing in Sennett's room - or should I ask?"
Jack spared a glance at Michael. "Oh, nothing important. We were just...getting a closer look at her furniture. She said they're antiques."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Anna said with a smirk.
***
The buzzer sounded and the latch clicked. Twisting the doorknob, Sennett said, "After you."
Anna found herself inside the hallway that she had visited earlier that week. Sennett led her to the door directly across from the office. "This room's for the staff," she said as she opened the door.
A long, padded bench ran along the center of the room. Changing cubicles and full-length mirrors lined the side walls, while a row of metal lockers stood along the back.
"Help yourself to a changing room," she said as she ducked behind the curtain of the nearest cubicle.
Anna stepped inside the next cubicle and pulled the curtain closed. She set her tote bag on the small bench behind her and began stripping off her clothes. "So tell me more about how the club works. Dieter said members pay a monthly fee and can spend as much time here as they want?"
"Well, the monthly fee gets them their entry and the basic service. Beyond that, they pay extra," came Sennett's muffled voice through the partition.
"What do you mean by basic service?"
"That depends on the room. You and I are working in the straight men's room tonight, so the basic service involves watching the strippers perform on stage and do table dances. The girls charge whatever they feel like for sex - they don't get paid by the club, just by the members."
Anna adjusted her skirt and slipped into her heels. "How many rooms are there?"
"Six - two on each floor. There's also a room for gays, lesbians, S&M, swingers and a spa."
Anna applied the final touches to her make-up. "A spa?"
"Yep - sauna, manicure, a little massage...and anything else the member wants."
Anna pulled back the curtain. "Wow - you look fantastic," she said, feeling like a wholesome schoolgirl next to her knockout of a roommate.
Sennett let out a giggle. "Well, thanks, but I gotta say - Dieter was right. You look good enough to eat." She glanced down at her watch. "Shit - we'd better get in there."
Anna wedged her belongings inside Sennett's locker and then they returned to the hallway. Anna followed Sennett to the door next to the office.
The spacious, high-ceilinged room reminded Anna of an expensive strip club. Sennett led her to the bar, where a willowy black woman was cutting limes. "Natalie, this is Anna. It's her first shift, so try not to give her a hard time, okay?"
The bartender smiled. "Don't listen to her - she gets a kick out of scaring the newbies."
"If you've ever waitressed before, this is ten times easier," Sennett continued. "Let's face it - the members aren't here for the booze. Just keep their tables clean, give Nat your order and she'll take care of the rest."
Anna's eyes traveled across the room. There were an abundance of comfy-looking chairs and sofas, each with a small table next to it. All the chairs were angled toward a stage that extended out from the back wall. A statuesque blonde was spinning around the center pole to a popular dance tune. Two large swings hung from the ceiling, where women wearing nothing but body glitter and a smile swung playfully back and forth.
There were currently about thirty men in the room - all wearing drawstring pants and vests. Several stunning women in glittering, string bikinis were doing seductive dances for their customers. Then she saw a young, dark-haired man hand a redhead a bill. She tucked it into a small purse attached to her ankle and immediately pulled off her top. Then she straddled him, holding up a breast for him to suckle while his hand reached behind her. When he began fingering her pussy under the g-string, Anna looked away in embarrassment - and made eye contact with a busty brunette who was leaning across the back of a chair while an older man pumped her from behind. The woman smiled a greeting and beckoned to her.
Sennett handed her a round tray. "Here you go. Why don't you take the left side? There's a little less going on there right now."
"Sure - I think that woman wants a drink."
Sennett glanced over her shoulder. "Nat - I need a margarita for Kim." She turned back to face Anna and grinned sympathetically. "I know it feels awkward at first. But trust me - if a guy has his dick inside someone, he'll barely notice you. And after awhile, you'll get used to what's happening."
Feeling nervous and awkward, Anna approached a young business-type who was getting an enthusiastic blow-job. She'd always been a big fan of pornos, but the fact that the participants could see her observing them made her feel like she was invading their privacy.
On her way back to the bar, she noticed a man and woman materialize from behind a screen in the corner.
"What's that all about?" she asked Natalie.
"They're rooms for members who like a little privacy. They don't get used much - I don't think men generally care who's watching them."
After a few hours, she felt a little more relaxed. She even began secretly watching the sexual exploits until she felt her pussy getting wet.
Around midnight, Sennett walked up behind her. "I see you have an admirer," she said in Anna's ear.
Anna gave her a puzzled look.
"The guy at the bar. He's been watching you for the last twenty minutes."
She glanced over her shoulder, taking in the long, muscular legs, a lean torso and sandy brown hair. And he was definitely looking - staring, in fact.
"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Sennett said.
"I'm here to work, remember?"
"I doubt anyone's going to die of thirst in the next five minutes," she said with a smirk, then headed back to her section.
After a brief, internal debate, she decided it was nearly impossible to be too bold in a club like this. As she walked toward him, his eyebrows lifted in surprise.
"I'm told the girls normally don't solicit the members at the bar," she said.
He grinned. "I'm not a member - just a guest. My boss has been on a mission lately to broaden my horizons. My name's Brandon."
"Anna - nice to meet you." His large hand engulfed hers, making her feel childlike and delicate.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the music stopped. Anna turned toward the stage as a voice over the p.a. announced, "And now...the moment you've all been waiting for!"
"What's happening?" said a deep voice beside her.
"I'm...not really sure. It's my first night."
A slow, seductive tune began and two strippers appeared on the stage. They slowly peeled off their costumes in time to the music. Then they began kissing passionately while they fondled each other's bare breasts. The men clapped and whistled; all eyes were glued to the stage.
Fingertips softly traced the curve of Anna's buttocks. She stared straight ahead, feeling her heart beat faster.
One stripper knelt in front of the other and began licking her clit which she massaged her own with her finger.
The audience erupted in cheers.
"Join me," whispered Brandon.
She watched as he slid off the stool and crossed the floor, disappearing behind a screen at the end of the bar. Her pulse raced; she glanced around guiltily, but everyone, even Natalie, had stopped what they were doing to watch the spectacle on stage.
She set her tray on the bar and walked casually toward the screen, expecting someone to call out to her at any moment. Then she slipped behind it.
Brandon was staring up at her from the padded seat. He took her hands in his and pulled her toward him. She lowered herself onto his thigh and softly brushed her lips against his. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he kissed her hungrily, his tongue eagerly probing hers. She sucked on his lower lip until she felt something hard against her thigh. Then her mouth slowly trailed kisses down his neck. Kneeling between his parted thighs, she slid her tongue over his chest and taut stomach to his waistband.
In the dim light, a drop of liquid glistened on the tip of his rod that was peeking out of the top of his pants. She flicked the head of his cock with her tongue, then loosened the drawstrings on his pants, fully exposing his penis. Even semi-erect, she could tell his size was going to stretch her pussy to the limit.
She placed a hand on each muscular thigh and lowered her mouth onto his cock.
There was a sharp intake of breath. "Ah...yeah," he whispered.
Sucking and licking, Anna moved her mouth up and down over his head and shaft.
Brandon couldn't believe his luck. Gary, his boss, had been pestering him to come to his private club for a month now, and he had finally run out of excuses. Surprisingly, he hadn't objected when Brandon had said he'd prefer to sit at the bar. His boss had warned him that he wouldn't get any action there, but had eventually left him alone. After a few minutes, he had been planning his escape, when Anna had caught his eye. Her petite frame had stood out amongst the amazons in stilettos - then he had noticed the tray in her hand. He was glad that her job didn't involve spreading her legs for the highest bidder. And now this beautiful little girl was making love to his cock - unbelievable.
She held his erect penis in one hand and began licking his scrotum. When she took one ball in her mouth, he heard him moan.
She stood and turned, backing her butt against his stiff cock. She pulled her thong away from her slick hole and slowly worked his head inside her tight pussy. Then, inch by inch, she pushed him further inside her until she was resting lightly on his pelvis.
"Oh, my god...your pussy feels so good," he hissed into her silky black hair. One hand reached underneath her top and caressed an erect nipple while the other slid under the front of her thong and began rubbing her swollen clitoris.
Her head fell back against her shoulder and her back arched. "Mmm...yeah," she whispered as she writhed against his cock. He nibbled the side of her neck while his fingers rubbed harder against her clit.
"Don't stop - I'm coming!" Anna's pussy clenched around his rod and exploded in climax.
When her spasms subsided, she braced her palms against his thighs and moved up and down on his cock until he let out a groan and pulled her hips hard against him, giving one final, orgasmic thrust while he filled her with his cum.
She quickly pulled herself away from him. "Gotta go!" she said, giving him a peck on the lips.
Anna peeked around the screen. The strippers were waving farewell to the men, who were cheering and throwing wadded up bills. I must have missed quite a finale, she thought as she made her way to the women's bathroom. After a quick clean-up and a check in the mirror, she headed back to the bar, but there was no sign of Brandon. Struggling to hide her disappointment, she grabbed her tray and went out on the floor.
When she returned to the bar with a tray-full of empty glasses, Natalie said, "There you are - I have something for you."
The bartender handed her Brandon's business card. On the back, it read, "Dinner tonight?" and there was a phone number.
"So how'd it go?" Sennett set her tray on the bar next to Anna's.
She glanced down at the thick wad of bills that were twisted around her finger. "Looks like I did okay for my first night. Listen - I wanted to thank you for everything..."
Sennett smiled and waved her hand dismissively. "No problem. We career girls have to stick together."
Originally published May 2006 - "Hot Tamales"