So when I was in college i was a dancer in a club for a short time. i was living a more expensive life in college that my parents wouldn't or couldn't afford so I decided to try dancing as a way of filling the gap. I'd heard from several girls I had classes with that I could make really good money dancing as they had done. It seemed fun and easy and who knows but maybe I could even swing a new car out of it as they had. I was skinny but toned from dance, yoga and tennis but was concerned that being flat chested-especially compared with them, I wouldn't be a very good dancer-you could say I looked like a high school sophomore instead of a college soph. I was assured that I would fit in well as there was always a market for the young "girl next door".
They told me it was the upscale high end club where the dancers were paid best, earned higher tips and enjoyed free drinks and boasted a nice dressing room with private closets for the dance costumes and street clothes as well as a nice shower area. I liked it as it was on the other end of town and figured that there wouldn't be too many guys I knew from school who would go there and pay large for girls to dance for them so it would be safe for me.
They gave me the name, phone number and pager numbers for the owner of the club and he had me meet him at his office near the club. His office was a manly dark affair with lots of leather and dark mahogany and teak wood furniture and accents. I was expecting something seedy and loud and I was impressed.
Al, the owner was a shorter, but good looking Italian guy from New Oreans in his early 40s. He had big strong arms and his chest muscles looked hard through his shirt. He was handsome and cute except he had the beginnings of a receding hairline.
Al offered me a drink which I was glad to have. After several drinks the interview started.
The "interview" with him consisted of me answering questions about where I was from, what I was doing in town and what I was involved in at school and then if I would object to dancing for black and asian guys.
I then had to strip for him-he put some ZZ Top and had me stand up in front of him and dance.
I wasn't prepared for that-I felt dumb about that as I was dressed in a sleeveless blouse, jeans and high heeled sandals, but I managed to dance and move. After the first song Al-the owner told me to "take 'em off". So as the next song started, I think it was Whitesnake, I unbuttoned my blouse. It hung open and he saw my pretty and dainty pink bra covering my small 34As. I shrugged my blouse off and set it on his desk.
Next I undid my thin silver belt, unbuckled my jeans and almost fell as I forgot I had my shoes on. At this point, I thought I'd failed but Al signaled me to continue. I unbuckled the straps of my shoes and wriggled out of my jeans.
Now I was getting a dose of Van Halen as I danced in my bra and yellow bikini panties with little frogs on them, and at this time I'm not only thinking I was toast but that I really didn't look sexy too so I unhooked my bra, dropped my panties and put my heels back on for my encore. The drinks hit me and I felt very relaxed and started feeling more sexy and erotic. The song ended, I'd thought my career in dancing ended before it began and I gathered my clothes up and began to dress silently.
Al stood up-I was taller than he was when I was wearing heels-and told me that while I was "rough" that I had potential in dancing.
Then he knocked my socks off when he then kissed me, fondled my breasts and told me "I'm gonna give you the best lovin' you had evah" in his cajun/creole twang, took me by the hand to a low couch, sat down on it and pushed me to my knees in front of him.
He unbuckled his belt, pulled his dress slacks off, pulled his cock out of his boxers and began to stroke it. He then told me to suck on him until he came. I wasn't so sure about this but he pulled the back of my head until my lips were touching his cock. I was stunned yet a bit turned on by this exotic man from New Orleans and so I started on him.
His cock was long and slender, and several shades darker then his skin tone which was like a swarthy Italian. His cock and balls were completely smooth and hairless. As if to remind me, he pushed my head further and soon I had it in my mouth and I was moving up and down rhythmically. Al moaned my name over and over as I blew him and I could tell he liked what I was doing to him. With his dick coated with my saliva and his precum, I started to suck on his balls, one at a time while his cock throbbed on my cheek, and then I swallowed them both. He roared then panted my name and told me how fuckin amazing I was. Then I throttled his cock and sucked his balls and some pre cum dribbled onto my face.
Hoarsely, he panted that he was cuming and wanted me to swallow his cum. As I was getting ready to swallow his dick and cum, he couldn't hold back and came. Mostly he came on my neck and boobs as he shot straight out rather than on my face. While it wasn't what he wanted, he wasn't at all disappointed at seeing his cum on my little boobies.
Al pulled me up, kissed me scooped some of his seed off my chest between 2 fingers and put it on my lips to taste. Chuckling a bit, he stood up with his erection still hard and found a towel for me to use to clean myself up.
He then went tinto a closet and pulled out a sex toy. The club sold their brand of sex toys for customers wives and girlfriends or whatever and he handed me a new Dong Kong in the box, told me to take it out and see how much I liked it.
Al had me sit in his office chair naked except for my heels while he sat on his leather couch. The Dong Kong was an all black vibrator that was long and sleek with an angled point at the end. I turned it on, spread my legs and began to use it.
Al sat on the leather couch playing with his dick and balls as he watched me intently. I ran it over my boobs which felt good to me, then down my tummy and then my pubic hair which was a light and gauzy patch of reddish blonde and then my pussy.
Al was stroking himself now and I could tell he liked what he saw. I threw a leg over the chair and began to explore my pussy. I turned it to low and rubbed the end on my clitty. I was already a bit wet from dancing and blowing Al and in a few moments, I was even wetter. At Als urging, I pushed it between my lips and dialed up the speed. It pulsated as I went in inch by inch and soon I was moaning in pleasure. I was close to orgasming when Al told me to push it in further. I was doing just fine but it wasn't halfway in so I pulled it out a bit and then went back in deeper. I also turned it up another notch and soon I was feeling the action all the way to my teeth.
I soon came, then right after came again, the last one really big with wave after wave. I'd soaked my cunt and the Dong Kong and my thighs were wet with cum and sweat.
I looked at Al and his cock was huge and a dark purple as it was so engorged with his blood. Al told me to come over so he could fuck me now. I shook my head a bit and Al told me "sugar, if you're gonna dance for me in my club, then you gotta fuck the boss". We agreed he'd use a condom as I wasn't on birth control and preggy dancers don't make much money and he had me take some out if his desk. I came over to the couch, rolled it on then straddled him. I played with it a bit and then started to mount him.
Inch by inch, starting with the purple head his cock entered my pussy. The condom was ribbed and it felt good as I enveloped that dick. Al grabbed my boobs and ass as he went deeper into me. We started rocking in time, very slow, then Al thrust his cock deep into me. I felt naughty and very very much turned on. I squealed loudly as he was root deep in me. This old guy wasn't such a bad lover! He managed to finger my butt as well as clitty in such a way as I was quickly squirming on him. Fuck he was damn fine!
I came again and that triggered Al as he soon filled the condom with his cum.
