After her experience with Michael and Jacqueline and their friends, Kathryn felt that she had finally found her sexual home. This was the place she would return to over and over again. This was the place where she would find satisfaction and fulfillment.
But as she walked to the front door to leave and told the couple how she couldn't wait to return, they just stared at her.
"I'm sorry we didn't make this clear," Michael said, "but this is a one-time shot. Part of what makes this exciting for us is to always have a fresh, new playmate."
Kathryn stood mute, looking back and forth from Michael's face to Jacqueline's, hoping that one of them would tell her they had only been teasing. But they said nothing. The panic she had felt when they left her tied to the bed was nothing compared with what she felt now. Her life, which she had just found after an eternity of searching, was being torn away from her.
"But what about Charlene and Roxanne?" she cried. "They've been here more than once."
"They are part of our group," Jacqueline answered. "Sometimes they supply a woman to entertain us."
"Then let me be part of your group! I'll do anything -- you know that."
"I'm sorry," Jacqueline said, "but that just isn't ..."
Before she could finish her thought, though, Michael stopped her. "Wait," he said. "Maybe we could make this interesting."
As both women stared expectantly at him, Michael smiled at the idea that was forming. "Kathryn, have you ever been to a strip club?"
"No, but I'd love to go with you. Just tell me when. Any night .. or day ... whenever you want me to. It doesn't mat ..."
"Stop. I'm not asking if you would go with us. I'm asking if you would get a job there, if you would perform naked on a stage in front of a room filled with men -- and our group, of course. If you would flaunt your tits and pussy in front of them, if you would do private lap dances and let them touch you, if you would touch them, suck them. All with us right there."
"But I've never done it," Kathryn protested. "I don't know how. Who is going to pay me to do something I don't know how to do?"
Jacqueline made no attempt to conceal her amusement. "You silly little girl. They don't pay you. You pay them to work there -- and then you keep your tips. The more the men like you, the more tips you make."
"There's a place on Market Street called the Crazy Horse," Michael said. "Go there. Get a job. When you get hired, call us and we'll make plans. If you fail, don't ever call us again."
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"Honey, I got only two requirements: One, you give me 40 bucks for the stage fee. Two, you don't be so ugly that you scare customers out the door," the manager said. "Your face looks great. Now lemme see your body."
Kathryn had assumed there'd be some sort of audition when she went to the club and had taken a long time to select a sexy outfit that she'd be able to slip out of without looking awkward. Slowly she started to undo the buttons of her low-cut silk shirt.
"Hey, hey, hey, honey. Don't try to turn me on. I watch girls strip all day five days a week. Just get outta your clothes quick and show me what you got."
Kathryn hurriedly peeled off her clothes and stood naked in front of the unbelievably bored looking manager.
"Turn around. Yeah, fine. When do you want to come in?"
"That's it?" she asked.
"No, that's not it. When you gimme the 40 bucks, then that's it."
Kathryn pulled two 20s out of her purse and said, "Saturday?"
"Whatever. See ya at 6."
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"Hi, I'm Amanda, I've never seen you before."
"It's my first day," Kathryn said to the only other girl in the dressing room, a short brunette who looked so incredibly wholesome, nothing like what Kathryn had expected a stripper to look like.
"Oh, cool. So, like, where'd you work before?"
"No, I mean it's my first day -- anywhere."
"Wow, a virgin. So did anybody tell you the rules?"
"Rules?"
"I guess not. OK, here's the way it works. There are six of us on this shift. We take turns on the stage. When you're up there you do three songs. Basically, you keep your clothes on for the first song, go topless for the second, nude for the third -- but nobody's going to complain if you take stuff off earlier. The rules say don't touch yourself while you're up there. Forget it. Everybody rubs their tits and pussies, some use dildoes, some even do two-girl acts. The rules also say you have to stay on the stage. Don't worry about it. Half the girls sit on the laps of the guys sitting ringside. Remember, your stage time is advertising. You make a few bucks while you're up there, but not enough to live on. The idea is to make the guys want a private dance. Make eye contact. See which guys are looking like they're dying to fuck you. When you get off the stage go to them first and ask if they'd like a dance."
"What are the rule for the private dances?" Kathryn asked.
"Officially? There are semi-private and private dances. The semi-privates are in a pretty dark room with a bunch of couches. You do those topless. Supposedly, you can let the guy touch anything but your tits and pussy. Until you get to know the other girls, follow those rules. Most of them are cool, but some will tell the manager if you let a customer touch your tits. The only reason they care is that they won't let a guy do that unless they sell him a private dance -- which costs twice as much -- and they don't want anybody else giving what they won't.
"In the private rooms, you take everything off. Rules? Just be careful, remember that's just a curtain over the doorway. Otherwise, every girl has her own rules. I don't know any girls that fuck in there -- at least none that have admitted it to me -- but I know girls that suck cock, that let customers eat their pussy, that titty fuck. Everybody lets the guys suck their tits, almost everybody lets them play with their pussies, most will do a masturbation show and a lot of them will jack a guy off."
Kathryn was stunned at the matter-of-fact way Amanda ticked off what was expected of her. "Is there ... is there anything else I should know?"
"Oh, sweetie, I didn't mean to shock you. You'll do fine. Just remember, when you're on stage don't worry about fancy dance moves. There aren't any ballet fans out there. Just take your clothes off, shake your tits and spread your legs."
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Kathryn heard the opening guitar licks of Z.Z. Topp's "Legs," the song she had picked for her opening number. She was so excited at the thought of Michael and Jacqueline and their friends watching her it was almost embarrassing. Her pussy was throbbing, leaking so much that she had wiped herself with a tissue just momemnts ago and yet she still felt like pure liquid between her legs.
"Gentlemen, welcome our newest sexy Crazy Horse dancer -- Kathryn!" the announcer called into the microphone. It was time.
Kathryn strode out onto the stage in a nearly see-through coral camisole and matching thong that showed off her ass and barely covered her shaved pussy. Her eyes swept the audience -- a dozen or so guys at the stage and maybe the same number sitting farther back -- but nobody she recognized. It was difficult to hide her disappointment, but Kathryn knew she must. The group could walk in at any moment and she wanted them to see her turning the club into a sexual firestorm.
Strutting along the length of the stage, Kathryn showed that, like the girl in the song, she had legs and knew how to use them. But when she bent over in front of a middle-aged man with intense eyes, she knew it wasn't her legs that he was studying. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she gyrated in time to the music, Kathryn could look back and watch the effect her jiggling ass had on the man. As he reached into his pocket for a tip, she spread her legs wider, letting the lips of her pussy extend beyond the narrow strip of material between her legs. By the end of the song, every man at the stage had put a tip out for her; it was obvious they all wanted her.