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of naked men are waiting for the guy who's fucking me to finish, so they can take their turn at me.   The vision of the men is bad enough, but I also climax as each naked dream man comes inside me.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Integrated Love For A Whore
    I N THE LATE MORNING I get my wake up call.   I didn't really sleep well after my first night at The Pussycat Lounge.   However, I did survive and even made quite a bit of money.   Also I now have a steady job.   Along with my new job comes a list of things to do.   I get up, get ready and then drive over to see Judy, the dance lady Desiree told me about.
    When I get to the address for Judy’s place, it proves to be in a little tiny mall.   I have to search a bit and I find that it's a little hole in the wall dance studio in one corner of the mall.   I try but can't open the door.   I knock and Judy has to let me in the locked door.
    Judy is a little old lady who earns a living teaching dance, mostly to The Pussycat Lounge girls and other stripper or nude dancer girls.   She doesn't leave the door unlocked because she doesn't want men in the place.   Given the girls who use Judy’s services, it seems like a reasonable precaution.
    Judy puts me through an hour of hell.   I learn a few useful tricks about how to move, how to stop and how to pose at the end of a kick.   The lesson is expensive, but it's a necessary business expense.   Despite Judy’s demure little old lady appearance and age, the entire lesson is all about a dancer displaying tits and pussy.   I guess that Judy also has to do what she has to in order to make a living.
    After my dance lesson, I stop by a place that Judy recommends and buy some of my own French bras, garter belts and nylons.   The stuff I buy has sexy lace like The Pussycat Lounge stuff, but in colours that work for me.   The Pussycat Lounge black stuff is OK and works for everyone.   However, I'm a blonde girl and I'll always use the color blue instead of black, if I have a choice.   The colour blue works really well with my hair colour and complexion.
    I then stop by a place the clothes lady recommends and I buy some whore makeup.   I always used classy, subtle makeup in my previous life.   However, my new job requires flashy, conspicuous makeup.   The lady not only sells me the makeup, she gives me a lesson in how to use the new stuff to best effect.
    I stop by a restaurant and get a bigger meal than I thought I was going to get, as I suddenly realize that dancing burns a lot of calories.   I sit in a corner and reflect upon my new life.   I have gone from pampered rich bitch to fetish whore in record time.   I'll now fuck any man who can come up with the rather high price The Pussycat Lounge charges for rental of my pussy.   I apparently will also suck the cock of any man who comes up with The Pussycat Lounge cock sucking price.   I'll dance nude and expose myself as much and as sexily as possible, to better sell my pussy.   I'll make very good money from my efforts.   All I have to do is to keep convincing myself that what I'm doing is better than being dead.   I finish the meal and find I have to force myself to get up and drive to work.
    I get to the Pussycat Lounge and I'm told by the bartender to go see Andre.
    I walk into his office and Andre tells me to suck his cock.   I'm thunderstruck at his demand and apparently it shows in my face.
    Andre tells me, “I need to know if you're up to Pussycat Lounge standards for that sort of thing.”
    With no real choice, I tell Andre, “I'll do what you ask.”
    Andre unzips himself and pulls out his cock.   I kneel and get the tip of Andre’s cock in my mouth and work the shaft with my hand.   I suck as hard as I can and try to get Andre off as fast as possible.
    Andre is, however, an old hand at the game and manages to make it last for a while.   However, when he does come, I manage to get Andre’s cock out of my mouth and directed away from me before he can come in my