I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story I hope you enjoy it. I'm working on further chapters, and I'd enjoy any constructive criticism.
I'd like to thank my friend Kate for her help with this chapter.
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"God, I need a cigarette," I thought absentmindedly for the umpteenth time. It's been over 3 months since I quit 'cold turkey'. Sitting in traffic thinking of my snot nosed 20-something boss and what a jerk he is, looking for a convenience store, just one smoke will make me feel better.
Me I'm a 41 old married women with 2 teenage daughters. The 'perfect' wife and mother. I've been married for 19 years and still look pretty good, although if I'm honest I could lose 10 pounds...oh alright 20 pounds. But my husband doesn't seem to mind my large 38d boobs, or my shoulder length blonde hair. These days My life is comfortable, uneventful, maybe just a bit boring.
I work as an executive, at a start-up internet company where the average age employee is about 25. Sometimes I feel like the den mother of a cub scout troup. My boss is a 27 year old asshole who treats me like shit. I'd love to go in one day and smack that stupid smirk off his face, but I need the job, so what can I do. But enough about him, this story isn't about him
As the traffic inches along, I look around for a convenience store or anywhere I can get a pack of smokes. I see a bar called Lace. I remember hearing some of the guys at work mentioning it, so I know it's what they call a 'titty' bar.
Thinking I just gotta get a cigarette, I pull my car into the parking lot. I mean it's just like I need a smoke, its not like I secretly fantasize about seeing young sexy girls dancing around in next to nothing...right?
I get out of the car, straighten out my clothes, and start walking into the bar, hoping no one sees me. Also thinking what a a bit ironic it would be seeing a middle age women, wearing my typical conservative work clothes of a knee length gray plaid skirt, cream colored button front blouse, sensible black flats, and pearls walking into a place like this.
Just get the smokes and head home to the family I tell myself as I enter the bar. It's a Tuesday afternoon, and the place is dark, and nearly empty. I suddenly feel more nervous and out of place, but trying to look confident, I stride up to the bar.
The barmaid is a tall thin red head dressed in what I call a punk rock outfit. She's wearing low cut black jeans, a skin tight black tee shirt with some band on it, and black boots. From behind I see she's got a tattoo of some type of snake. She's dressed in that slutty way many of the young girls who attend high school with my daughters. I mean I'd really like to meet the moms who let their daughters leave the house in the morning dressed like such sluts....geez.
Although I don't see a single other customer, or even a dancer (no I'm NOT disappointed that there are no dancers gyrating on the stage.. really I'm not) in the bar, the barmaid doesn't even acknowledge my presence.
Fighting the urge to turn and run, I clear my throat, and try to say confidently, (but it comes out of my mouth sounding the exact opposite), "Ex ...excuse me ma'am." She turns around with a bored and slightly disdainful expression and looks me up and down.
"You're a little early the dancers don't start until 4:00," she says. "I'm not here to see any slutty dancers," I say with my best expression of disdain, "I just wanted to get a pack of cigarettes, I'm not into any of the perversion that goes on in here."
"Whatever you say lady, what kind of cigarettes do you want?" I ask for a pack of Marlboro, and wonder to myself just who I'm trying to convince that this isn't my scene. I mean I'm not a prude or anything, at one time I was a pretty wild "party girl" but now I'm just a loving wife and mother ...right?
I hand her a ten dollar bill, she takes the money, says, "I'll be right back," and disappears into a back room. Just then the music starts, a dancer walks out onto the stage. She's wearing a red shear mini dress, through which I can make out a black lace bra and matching black lace thong. She's tall and she has short brown hair. I feel my cheeks flush and begin to feel uncomfortable.
I look around, thinking where the hell did that girl go for my cigarettes, thinking once again...what am I doing there. As I stand there watching this show, I feel a hand on my shoulder...surprised I almost jump out of my skin.
Turning I see a young dancer by my side. She laughed, "I'm sorry hon, I didn't mean to scare you. "
"Its, ok you just startled me". I looked at her, she was short, had shoulder length jet black hair, a tee shirt tied at the waist, a red plaid school girl type skirt, and thigh-high black boots with 4 inch heels. She looked like she couldn't possibly be 18. She'd be so young and innocent looking, if it weren't for something I couldn't quite put my finger on....some type of sexy evil glint in her eye.
Even with the heels she was a couple inches shorter than my 5'7" but somehow I felt intimidated by her. "My name is Princess," she said. Suddenly at a loss for words, feeling my face turning bright red, I open my mouth trying to speak and finally manage to stammer,"I'm Cheryl".
Just then I hear, "Here are your cigarettes," I turn and see the barmaid has finally returned with my cigarettes.
Princess says, "Would you like to buy me a drink Cheryl"?
"I'm... I ah... I really need to go. I was just coming here for cigarettes," I say unconvincingly.
"Aww come on one drink won't hurt," she says as she rubs her hand gently on my back.
"Well ok, I guess a drink won't hurt", (what did I just say).
I ordered myself a glass of white wine, and Princess ordered champagne. We both took a seat at the bar, and watched the dancer who had by this time removed her dress, and was dancing in just the bra and panties.
"She's sexy isn't she," princess says.
"Yes, umm she's pretty...but umm princess, I have to tell you, I think you have the wrong idea about me...I'm not a lesbian or anything."
She just gives me a little smirk,"Yeah right, you know these girls work on tips don't you?"
"Well I guess, so," I replied, looking down and notice the drinks have arrived, although I didn't pay for it, I take a huge slug on the wine, trying to calm myself down.
"Why don't you tip her," says Princess. Not wanting to be rude (or so I tell myself), "OK".
I Take a $5 bill out of my wallet. The girl makes her way over to me, and I reach out to hand it to her. Instead of taking it with her hand...she moves her breasts to my hand and retrieves the dollar with that.
Looking down again, I notice my drink has been refilled, and I drink some more.
Princess sitting close to me, now rubbing her hand on my leg, I look down and notice I can see her breasts wrapped in a sexy white lace bra under her shirt.
Looking back up at her, I notice I've been caught staring, suddenly feeling totally embarrassed...I make another attempt to regain control. "Ummm, I really should get going, my husband is expecting me home to make dinner."
"Awww, you don't have to leave, can't you just pick up takeout on the way home?"
"W...Well I guess, maybe just one more drink."
Several dancers continued to dance, and I performed the tip ritual several more times, as Princess 'accidently' continued to expose herself to me. I don't know if it was the drinks or what, but I was having trouble hiding my growing lust. (Cheryl what has gotten into you, I kept thinking).
Princess was sitting at the bar stool, with her legs apart, and me feeling a buzz staring at those sexy legs trying to get a glimpse of her panties. "Hey Cheryl...Cheryl," looking up realizing once again I was totally caught red handed so to speak. "If you'd like to get a better look, there's a private room we can use."
"Ummm, no that's ok, I really need to leave." "Are you sure?" she says as she spreads her legs and slides up on the bar stool, barely giving me a glimpse of her heavenly white lace panties.
"Well I ..I don't know," but my now hard nipples betrayed me, I just had to have a look at this heavenly creature. Without another word, Princess took me by the hand, and led me towards the back of the bar, where there was an elevator.
As she closed the door and pressed a button for the second floor, she said, "Let me explain how this works. It's $500 per hour plus tips" "Umm sorry but I don't have that much with me." Princess giggled, "Well you do have a credit card don't you silly?"
We got off the elevator, and to a desk where a big burly guy sat. "One hour Joe," Princess said, then to me, "Give him your card."
As I rooted through my purse to get the card, she whispered, "Give him a good tip so he leaves us alone, at least 100 bucks"
After I finished the transaction mentally thinking that I'd need to hide this bill from my husband , Princess guided me into a small room and closed the door. The room had a couch, several chairs, and that was about it, other than a large window that overlooked the bar below.
She lead me to the couch and sat me down. For the umpteenth time, I felt a surge of panic, but I also felt a familiar wetness down below that was too much for me to resist.
As I sat on the couch, Princess started dancing in front of me, bending over, so I could see her cleavage, turning and bending in front of me so I'd catch of glimpse of those sexy white panties and shapely butt.
I fought the urge to reach my hand up my skirt, and finger myself to an instant orgasm, but I could feel my juices flowing freely, and knew my panties were probably already sopping wet. I was truly going out of my mind.
She got real close to me, and started rubbing her breasts against my cheeks, I could feel her nipples through her tight t shirt, and at this point I was out of control, I tried to kiss her breast through the shirt.
Princess backed away, "No, no, no...bad girl...no touching. If you want me to dance keep your hands at your side and your mouth closed. Control yourself you slut. This is your last warning. Do it again and the dance is over, understand?"
Ignoring her insult and Feeling like a scolded little school girl, "Yes Princess, I Understand."
"Good mommy," she said to me, and rewarded me by removing her shirt, and resumed her dance this time rubbing her bra on my face. This treatment was driving me wild, I was squeezing my legs together, anticipating the pure bliss I'd feel when I finally would have the chance to see her naked body.
She told me, "Close your eyes," which I did. The next thing I felt she was rubbing her bare breasts against me face. I imagined what those cute sexy pert little breasts looked like up close, and almost came on the spot. She kept telling me to keep my eyes closed. God I was dying to see those sexy breasts.
