Wet Lady
An Anita Reaming Erotic Mystery
By Magda McKune
Chapter 1
It was a fairly quiet evening at Big Jack's Gentleman's Club. Wait a minute. That was not exactly true. It wasn't so much a case of not being very busy in comparison to it being quiet. Big Jack's Gentleman's Club was little more than a tittie bar with loud rock and roll music for the near-naked girls to swing around a silver pole on an elevated platform to. Add in clinking glasses and bottles, conversation and catcalls from the drunks and perverts and you have yourself a pretty raucous atmosphere. It was okay with me. Give me a noisy bar where I can strut my big 34-inch boobs and tight ass for cash over working in a factory or boring desk job anytime.
Me and the other girls took turns trading off between pole dancing and waiting on tables. The tips were better when serving drinks wearing nothing except a skimpy string thong, high heels and a smile, but you had to endure the tit groping and ass pinching. Shimmying up and down a pole was easier on my feet plus it gave my body a thorough aerobic workout. Almost as good as having sex with my zealous nymphomaniac Asian partner and live-in lover Laymee. Making love with that hot slender sexpot could be classified as a genuine Olympic event. That was why I allowed her to have other partners, men and women both. My pendulum swung both ways as well, but female sex was my preference, and sex with my lover Laymee was the best. But if either of us had the opportunity to get some hard cock in our pussies, the other would not stand in the way. Most likely we'd stand in line.
I was almost grateful it was a slow evening. I was hoping to cut out early and go home for some mattress mayhem with my slinky svelte lover. Just thinking of that lithe tanned kitten with her silky long black hair, petite titties and perfect tight ass was making my pussy damp with arousal. Maybe we'd even go home with one of our co-workers. Muffy was a blonde Amazon with a wild mane of blonde hair and big fake basketball boobs. The woman had a sweet tooth for Laymee's pussy and it was always fun rolling in the sheets with three wild naked chicks.
Big Jack's was roomy and dark with a long bar on the left side of the room and a raised platform on the right. It was sort of like a long penis shape extending from the back wall with stools around the perimeter. Silver poles stood every ten feet for the dancers. The dance floor was elevated about three feet so the gapers and gawkers could tuck dollar bills in the dancer's g-string. Some of the girls would perform a strip-tease routine, while others would simply swing around the pole with erotic movements. I most often prefer the latter, though sometimes I liked to throw on a layer or two as a costume to peel off for a dash of variety.
A number of small round tables were scattered about the room between the bar and the dancer's platform. They sat four patrons comfortably and their entertainment was the near-naked waitresses who flaunted their flesh wearing nothing more than a skimpy thong and a smile. And these were not your typical table servant variety either. All of the girls at Big Jack's were amazingly gorgeous with charming personalities. They actually liked working with each other and catering to the lecherous clientele. Most would take turns dancing and waiting on tables to give the other girls a chance to pick up some extra tip money. Serving drinks to grabby drunks got more tips, but you had to endure the men groping your tits and ass a lot.
All in all, it wasn't a bad place to work several nights a week. My lady lover Laymee and I danced there because it kept us in shape and brought in a decent amount of pocket change. Plus, we were both young and beautiful ladies, and I say if you got it, flaunt it. We could always get a boring desk job after our hot bodies started sagging.
I glanced down from the platform and noticed a young boy staring up at me. He was just a kid still in his teens, but he gaped at me as though he never saw a naked lady before. I climbed down and moved to his side. "A dancer always appreciates an ardent admirer," I beamed brightly. "What's your name?"
"Tim," he gulped. Apparently, he wasn't used to speaking with women either. Perhaps my lack of attire was making things hard for him in more ways than one.
"Well, Timmy," I grinned, easing myself to sit sideways in his lap. "I think I have a pretty good memory for faces, and I don't believe I've seen you in here before."
The kid was stunned to have a near naked lady so close to him. I could feel the boner in his lap and shifted my butt over a couple inches to make it more comfortable for him. "I've never been here before," he gaped, his eyes riveted to my bare firm boobs. "My mom doesn't know I'm here. But since it's my eighteenth birthday, I wanted to sneak out and see the show."
"Your eighteenth birthday?" I smiled. "Happy birthday, Timmy!" I leaned closer and gave him a long kiss on the mouth. The kid seemed stunned at my brazen boldness. "Have you never seen a naked lady before?"
"No ma'am. And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
"Sweet talker!" I lifted his hand and rested it on my leg. "Have you ever touched a lady's body before?"
"No ma'am."
"Do you like my body?"
The boy gaped at my flaunting flesh. "Yes ma'am. You are so beautiful."
I caressed his face with my fingertips. "Tell me the truth, Timmy... have you ever had sex with a woman?"
His eyes lowered to his hand on my leg. "No."
"Then I think it's time you did." I rose to my feet and offered my hand. "Come with me."
Tim stared wide eyed at me like a deer in headlights. "Where are we going?"
"A very special room in back where I can give you a very private lap dance just for you."
The boy hesitated. "I can't afford that. I barely had the money to pay the man at the door."
I took his hand and lifted him to his feet. "This is my treat. My birthday present to you. You do think I'm pretty, don't you?"
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"Then let me give you a very special gift. A private gift just between you and me."
I led the boy by the hand down the hallway past the bathrooms and liquor storage to a large room in the back. It was sectioned off with a number of private booths along two walls with pleated red curtains across the front. I ushered Tim into a booth and pulled the curtain closed. There was a bench along the back wall and a speaker on the side playing the same rock and roll music as out front, only not as loud. "Now, isn't this cozy?" I smiled, guiding him to sit.
"What are you going to do?"
"Dance for you, darling." I began swaying and rocking my hips to the music. "Feel free to touch and feel anything you like." I leaned forward and wobbled my boobs at him. "Do like my titties, Timmy?"
"Yes."
"Feel them." He tentatively raised a hand to touch my breasts. The kid was very timid and shy. I found it extremely touching and surprisingly arousing. After having the lecherous drunks paw and grope my body every night, it was a welcome change to have a boy be so gentle. "You have a soft touch, Tim," I purred. "I like it when you touch me like that."
The boy winced and screwed up his face in pain. "Oh hell."
"What is it?"
His face flushed with embarrassment. "I think I just came in my pants."
"Oh, honey," I soothed gently, caressing his face with my palm. "Don't worry. It happens to a lot of men." I reached for a box of tissue on the shelf by the speaker. "To be perfectly honest, I would be surprised and genuinely insulted if you didn't cum at my performance."
"Really?"
"Yes, darling, really." I kneeled in front of him and tugged down his zipper. "A lady like me is an entertainer. A performer. She wants to thrill her audience, you know?" I opened his pants and fished out his limp dick. "It is the sincerest form of flattery to have you ejaculate at my dancing. That you find my body sexy and beautiful is a nice compliment, but that you can't control yourself and cum at the sight of me is the sweetest compliment any man can give."
"Really?"
"Yes, really." My calm talking with the lad distracted him from my cleaning of his penis and shorts. I wiped him clean and tossed the tissue aside. "A woman likes it when you demonstrate your admiration with action, not just in words." I gently stroked his dick in my fingers. "You don't mind it that I touch you like this, do you?"