Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction that is intended to entertain, and which does not suggest, recommend or endorse any particular behaviour. In short: do not try this at home. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Well, Friday was kind of crazy. There was a convention in town and a lot of men with disposable income at the bar. I think it was kind of a known thing, that wasn't spoken about, that this particular strip bar had extra special services in the back rooms. Not the usual special services, but some very slim and inexperienced ladies who would be open to meeting older guys. You know what I mean? I saw some guys looking and nodding in my direction as I made my way to the back rooms.
I wasn't going to be a dancer in the front or anything, but I was becoming comfortable doing my back room stunts and maybe word was getting around that I had a really tasty little tangled hairy puss and a taste for cocks. When I got to my booth the same girl from across the hall introduced herself as Halyna, which was pronounced Hell Eh Nah. She explained that she was helping pay off family debts, and I was like "hey me too!". She smiled grimly and said that most of the girls who worked in the back had family issues and were working off debts. It wasn't so bad, she said. The key to maximizing income is renting the room at a flat rate and then getting as many men in for as long as you could. That was news to me -- so I made sure to get Daddy to inquire.
Turns out I could increase my rate and keep more in my pocket by just paying $100 per hour for the room. If I paid $120 the room would be fully stocked with towels, wipes, mouthwash, condoms ... "condoms!?" I asked. Halyna just tilted her head oddly and said told me that this was really where you could make money. BJs are one thing but if you could really take a dick, you could make bank. More food for thought.
So I went to Daddy and we talked to the manager about the flat rate and stocking fee and he seemed pretty ok with it. Daddy wasn't 100% cool with rubbers though and said maybe we don't quite need those. He walked me back to the booth and, when we got there he explained that he didn't want anyone to have me first.
"Daddy, someone has to be the first!" and when he kissed me and stuck his tongue in my mouth, and his hand in my panties, I knew that he wanted it before I sold it to anyone.
So I said ok, just BJs tonight Daddy, and patted his boner. Did he want one right now, to get the evening started on the right note? Apparently not?! I was a bit surprised -- I was getting used to guys wanting my mouth. Well I'd show him later! Daddy said he'd head home cause there's less temptation there. I was being left on my own with a convention in town. This could be what I'd call a sticky situation!
And so it began. A guy offered me $100 for "full service", which I didn't really understand and then he asked me what was on the "menu" which I also didn't understand. Was he thinking that he was at a garage or a restaurant or what the fuck? He explained that a "menu" is what a girl would be willing to do -- like a list of services. Full service was fucking. I told him, ok, I have a few things I will do. You can eat me out, you can jerk off on me, and if you're nice I will suck you off.
I think he knew he was low-balling with $100 to fuck me, so he gave me $100, undid his belt and pulled off his pants. Then his shirt. I was fully dressed in front of a naked stranger with a hardon, and loving it! I liked CFNM porn, so this was good fun. I licked all around the head of his big dick, spit on it, and started jerking him with the tip in my face. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me in so that his cock was firmly ensconced in my mouth, and started fucking. Tickle my balls, he ordered, so I did that too. "
Such a good little slut. Who's my sweet whore?" he mumbled. I didn't answer, cause I had his fucking dick in my face.
I was choking a little, spit was running out of both sides of my mouth and my eyes started tearing up, but fuck it, I'm a fucking pro! I think he liked the gagging sound, 'cause he was so hard and was moving faster now. It wasn't long before his warm, greasy cum was flooding my mouth. I found that guys liked seeing it, so I let some run out, then I showed him my full mouth. Because I'm a bit of a brat, I put my mouth on his dick and spat all the cum back onto him and into his pubes. He laughed. I guess guys like a sassy brat BJ sometimes.
Attendant! I called out. Wet towel! Clean up on aisle 5 (I joked)! The attendant came in and looked a little put off with this grown ass naked man putting his cock away while I was so obviously drenched in cum. I don't know, I would have thought he'd have seen this before!
I think the conventioneers were hearing some good things about the back room. A youngish looking exec asked what $200 would get him, and I pulled him into my room and pulled the curtain. I said $200 gets you 20 minutes of the hottest teen BJ in town, and he can lick and finger me too. He didn't seem to think that was the best deal he'd ever heard, but I think he heard good things about what my tongue can do, and I think cumming on the face of a pale, freckly blonde teen and her pouty mouth and wee titties sounded good.