Read TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE for Free Online Page B

mouth or in my face.
    Andre is pissed off!   He yells at me, “Dammit, the only place that a customer’s cum is going is in your mouth or in your face.”
    I get up and tell Andre, “I know that Andre dear, however, you're not a customer.”   I may be new at the game I'm now playing, but I'm learning fast!
    I then find and talk with Desiree.   I tell her of my encounter with Andre and she tells me that he can do what he just did; however, he's on very thin ice with the owner about such demands.   I didn't do myself too much harm.   However, I had better watch Andre very carefully in the future.
    Desiree and I then discuss the best place in the dancing rotation for me.   I'm very pleased that Desiree is willing to put me in the best place in the rotation for me, because it means that I'm going to be a hot item in The Pussycat Lounge!
    Desiree has also arranged for me to move into the same apartment building in which she lives.   It's expensive, but it's better than getting beat up and raped in a cheaper place.   I get the necessary information from Desiree and I'll move in tomorrow.
    All too soon it's time for the show to start at The Pussycat Lounge.   I go back into what's laughingly called the ladies dressing room.   I change from my street clothes into the fetish gear we dancers wear while dancing at The Pussycat Lounge.
    My turn comes up and I dance out onto the stage.   The Stage Manager tells the customers that I'm the hottest dancer in the city and that I'm appearing exclusively at The Pussycat Lounge.
    I give it my best and use some of the new dance steps Judy has taught me.   However, new steps or old steps, my principal strategy here is to show off my breasts and my pussy.   My breasts get money put in my tip jar out front and so does my pussy.   However, my pussy makes the real money in the back rooms.
    As I dance, I try to spot customers who want to rent my pussy.   I don't have any real success finding a horny this time.   However, after I finish my dance, the Stage Manager nonetheless gives me the high sign that I have a hard cock waiting for me in a back room.
    I walk down the corridor, working on my pussy with my fingers.   I meet the customer in the back room.   The guy is an average sized guy with a fairly big cock.   The sign the Stage Manager gave me lets me know the guy has paid for me to fuck him in nylons.
    As I walk in, the guy is getting himself naked.
    I think I'll have to hurry to catch up and then I realize that all I need to do is take off my French bra and kick off my shoes.   I begin to strip off my bra, giving the guy a show as I remove the bra that covers nothing at all.   I then kick off my shoes and jump on the bed.
    The guy has just finished putting on his condom and he eyes my pussy before he climbs on me.   I tell him, “I need you now and you should put that big cock in me right now!”
    The guy climbs on the bed and does just that.
    Since I have been wanking myself as I walked back to the room, my pussy is well lubed.   The guy gets in deep from the very first stroke and I begin to try to bring him off as quickly as I can.   He gasps for me to, “Wrap those nylons around me!”
    The customer is always right!   I wrap my legs around the guy and thrust back as he thrusts deep into me.   I give it everything I got and quickly bring the guy up to the point of a climax.
    The guy doesn't want to climax too quickly, but I clamp down on him and bring him off before he really wants to.
    I can feel him shudder as he shoots as much cum as he can into his condom.   Then he rolls off me.
    I tell him what a stud he is.   Meanwhile, I am trying to get myself together to get up off the bed when he tells me, “Wait!   The nylons.”
    I can't believe he wants the ripped and run nylons, but that's exactly what he wants.   What the hell, the customer is always right!
    I put my shoes back on and wiggle over and sit in a chair and remove the ripped, run and stained nylons.