The Pastor's Girl: More details
I have heard that readers want more details of the occasions so I will change the style up. I typically don't like to get tied down in details, but readers like details so I'll give it my best shot.
I still remember like yesterday when Sean first came into the club for a bachelor party for a guy from work. There were 12 of them and only 7 girls were sent to their table. I was one of the 7.
I cursed myself for what I was wearing. The bar was full nude so I was wearing a schoolgirl outfit with white thigh highs, white blouse that tied under my tits, and a red plaid choker that matched the red plaid skirt. I knew immediately that Sean had recognized me. No bra, and a string thong that left little if anything to the imagination.
Marlie and I were usually asked to go together and give lap dances to a single man, but now they had paired us up with 5 of the other girls I called the Posh girls. They were single, hot, hungry, and fancy, for a stripper anyways. They drove nice cars and wore nice clothes.
Most of the time, I tried my best to avoid them. The Posh girls didn't seem to have limits. Often, I could overhear their stories of debauched weekends at the hands of rich young guys that loved to do drugs and spend money on beautiful women. Their leader was Chastity, not her real name, but I never had any interest in learning her real name. At the club, we all HAD to call each other by our stage names. No exceptions.
Chastity was a tall, tan beauty that was latina, but I didn't know exactly what kind of latina. Mexican or Puerto Rican, maybe? But she had the body of a goddess. Thin and athletic, small tits, and a popping ass. She was one of the biggest earners in the club. And she was always nice to me.
The other 4 could be real cunts though. A few times they hid my bags while I was on stage and didn't give my stuff back till the end of my shift. One of them, Venus, had cornered me into a cubicle in the bathroom and fingered me to orgasm. It was fucking humiliating and I didn't tell anyone from the embarrassment of having a forced orgasm.
Another, Candi, that Marlie had invited over to the apartment one day after begging to come visit to see what it was like to have a slave. I got really mad at Marlie because she let this bitch run roughshod over me by leaving the apartment for an hour to "run an errand." That bitch made me go down on her, fuck her with a strap on till she came which was exhausting, and then put me over the ottoman and spanked me with a paddle that Marlie kept on the wall.
I couldn't sit right for a week. Then there were Daisy and Duchess, who were actual twin sisters. They didn't look exactly alike, but one could easily tell they come from the same ball sack. The twins were nice enough, but would get real mean around the other 3. Now Marlie and I would be sharing a VIP booth with these bitches.
I still remember what Sean was wearing that Thursday that he walked into the club. His work polo, dark gray slacks, and a black leather belt that looked thick. Sean was a bigger guy and kept in shape. It showed all over his body. I never understood how he and my husband were friends, but gaming was what seemed to bring them together.
Something entirely different was about to bring us together. I felt my body getting incredibly aroused as I walked to their booth with Marlie leading me with a lead she had attached to my choker. It was pretty typical that she would do that. I always, and I mean always, wore a leather slave collar or choker because she demanded it of me.
Marlie was wearing a black mesh body stocking with over the knee leather boots, leather bustier with garters, black faux leather thigh highs and a white faux leather skirt. She looked like a dominatrix, which she was.
I tried to keep my head down as we walked through the club. The waitresses were already there taking drink orders. As we approached the table, Sean and I locked eyes and he smiled big at me. I wanted to go straight to him, more like my pussy wanted it, but I dare not defy my mistress.
When we got there, the Posh girls greeted us as if we were their best friends. I got kissed by all 4 of them on the mouth like they had been doing that for years. Candi took the liberty of taking one hand and grabbing my breast then spanking me with the other after I kissed her. I just smiled and laughed like a dumbass.
We were always supposed to act like anything goes, flirty, fun, in part due to the fact that almost everything but sex was allowed. Like I said, we were a full nude bar. I attempted to maneuver myself into a place opposite of Sean, but he quickly made his way over and called me by my real name, Courtney. It immediately caused all the girls to look over, but I corrected him and told him my name was Scarlet with a knowing smile.
Such the handsome and cool guy he is, he immediately picked up on what I was throwing down. Marlie was still holding my leash, but as she saw the exchange and the look we gave each other, she handed it over to Sean. The feeling of him taking a hold of my leash, my husband's sexy best friend, was fucking electric. I think my pussy got instantly wet.
When Sean started to pull me towards him I resisted, but only for a second. Then I leaned into it and playfully crashed into his body in a perfect way to touch his strong chest with my hands and my pelvic bumping his hip.
"Funny seeing you here?" he said coyly.
"I was just thinking the same," I replied with a sly smile.
"What are you doing here? Never thought you were someone that would go for these types of places."
"Well, it's James' wedding this Saturday and we thought we should take him for one last banger before he turns in his man card," said Sean. I hated and adored his confidence. Why couldn't my husband be like that?
"Oh, come on. Getting married is a good thing, Sean."
"Not for me, I love to be a bachelor," as he said that he pulled me in real close. "It leaves me room to please the unsatisfied ladies," he whispered into my ear. It immediately caused me to shiver.
"Well, do you want to buy me a drink?"
