"Get that cum, little slut!" Jason moans his hand moving up over her breast. The huge thing dwarfing his hand as he squeezes it roughly. Finally, I see him move it from her huge breast to over the front of her neck.
"Give it to me. Oh god, give me that cock!" she responds lifting her hips up and down and pressing herself forward up against his hand as she looks down into his eyes.
I turn away but the strippers moans of pleasure echo in my ear and I hear the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh as Jason and the blonde's fucking works up to the fury. I pull my glass back to my lips and I finish the reminder of the liquor hoping to let the room around me fade away and keep the memories at bay. I then feel a hand move over my shoulder squeezing it gently.
"Buy me a drink, sweetie?" I hear a sing song voice behind me ask.
I turn my head looking back over my shoulder fully intending to brush her off. But she has red hair in big curls up in pig tails with the exception of one curl, which hangs down cutely just to the left of her big blue eyes eyes. I turn my body toward her and let my eyes move down her body. She is wearing a little and very tight t-shirt that is stretched over her full breast. I can make out the outline of the rings that go through her nipple and it is only then that I am finally absolutely certain she is not my lovely Steph. The shirt ends just at the bottom of her ribs exposing her pierced belly button and around her waist is a little black mini that barely hides her sex from view. I let my eyes move back up her body to look her into her eyes. She bites her lower lip as she stares into my hazel eyes unsure. I stare deeply into hers until I see her turn her head away and I see the bit of red on her cheek. My years with Elisa and my own instincts tell me what she is. My hand moves up confidently as my fingers grip her chin making her meet my eyes again.
"Your name?" I ask firmly to which she starts to give her typical alias smiling dumbly.
"Harmon..." She stops mid-word as I sense her deception and my other hand tweaks her nipple twisting the metal ring. Her eyes get big but she quickly answers truthfully "Mary, sir."
Instincts learned over the years to protect herself in here scream at her to get away as she feels naked and exposed as she looks into my eyes. Mary having started here to make a little extra money to pay her way through college her sophomore year but keeps coming back even after she graduated as well as after starting her respectable, well-paying but sterile, safe career. At least once a week for years, she makes up excuses for her friends and family so she can be free to make the hour drive to get here for a shift. Changing into her sexy little outfit in the garage of her little house, she always completes the look by slipping off her conservative white or grey panties from under her little dress or skirt before she gets in her car to go. The crouch of which already have a visible wet spot excited by just the act of dressing up as the little slut Harmony. She always leaves them where they drop on the floor of the garage and she adores the feeling of her black leather seat getting wet from her leaking cunt as she makes the drive. The thrill of Serenity the only thing that seems to truly satisfies her.
Not that she strips, gives lap dances, or turns tricks like most of the other girls. In fact, Mary had not really fucked anyone since a couple casual hook-ups her freshman year of college. She is far too afraid to let any of the men she meets in the club fuck her lest she fully give completely into her compulsions and she is far too embarrassed by the piercings on her nipples and clit as well as her weigh of her overwhelming secret to let anyone get intimate with her in her real life. She merely gets men to buy her a few overpriced drinks which she sips slowly, also, unlike most of the other girls. Mary is not here for the money of the dirty pervs that fawn all over her. Rather, she seeks out the most melancholy and sweet, never one of the hundreds that will casually pinch her ass as she walks by, then she coaxes their stories from them as she smiles drinking her drink. She works the crowd slowly over the course of the night sitting back and watching for the "One."
Tonight, she saw the pain on my face as I remembered Elisa in my room and she smiled as I looked away from Jason and the stripper unlike the rest of the room. She wants to end her shift as she does every other by taking my cock from my pants. Her hand moving up and down my thick cock as she smiles, looking over at me with her big blue eyes as if to tell me that it is going to be all right. She wants to make me feel special like all the others. Her soft hand twists up and down over the cock moving it rapidly until she feel me near the end ready to explode and she merely whispers "Please." So far, they all start to cum at her command. She feels the cum shoot out the tip and the hot drops of it falling all over her hand. Then Mary quickly sneaks away leaving the man with his cock hanging out.