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I dedicate this story to Connie the Hot Cunt.
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Saturday night. Everything was ready for Ashley's debut at her night club. Harry had been anxious to get things done fast, so the workers had devised a structure made of wood and steel tubes.
There was a long stage at the center, and two big bars on the sides tended by two bartenders each, and a huge supply of booze to quench the johns thirst at will...
Douglas, the newcomer, had been appointed chief bouncer by Sam, something that Harry didn't like in the least. Harry knew at first sight that there was going to be trouble with this silent, enigmatic black man from the north.
Ashley had interceded on Trisha's behalf, claiming she was more experienced, so Sam and Harry agreed to name her chief waitress, so that she could earn good money too.
The men had already seen the explicit photographs Betty had taken of Ashley being used as a sexual toy by the truckers.
The expensive flyers that Harry had distributed among his peers all over the country had plenty of explicit photos, so the place was already full by sunset, the guys already half drunk and whistling wildly, waiting for Ashley to appear and do her thing.
The band, called the Fat Cats, and comprised of languid black players brought from Huntsville, were already churning out hot funky numbers, after a brief overture of country and bluegrass...
Ashley was pacing nervously in her little dressing room, thinking that she wouldn't be able to muster the courage to do what Harry wanted. He wanted her to dance naked for all of the men!... and with the high heels he bought her on!
"But Daddy, I can't do that. I am a clumsy dancer!"
"Don't worry, baby. Yes, you can. Just do it with your heart in it, and you'll see that it works"
"But... but I'm gonna stumble in these shoes, they're too high!"
"Non sense. At first, just dance with your hips and arms. Don't move your feet at all. Then, sit down and get rid of the shoes, while showing them some pussy... Then stand up and dance your guts out. Just feel the music, baby..."
"... You make it sound so simple" - she said with pouty lips.
"Ha ha!! It'll be easy, you'll see. They won't give a damn about your dancing abilities, as long as you shake your hips. They just wanna see that slutty body of yours, and they couldn't care less if you're a trained dancer or not. That's the difference between other girls and you"
Two professional girls brought from Dallas had already gone through their numbers, and the johns were demanding Ashley's presence, yelling and whistling and stomping their feet on the wooden floor...
Ashley looked at herself in the big mirror, and felt her heart thumping in her chest. As she did when she felt nervous, she took a deep breath and walked out of the little room and into the stage...
She came walking in long, slow languid cat- like steps, an inviting smile on her lips, following Harry's instructions.
She had noticed that the little gold coins attached forever to her clit by Wally rubbed it with her every step. She would therefore live forever aroused, day and night, never finding relief from sexual tension.
Her public went wild when they saw her! She was dressed up in a scarlet cape that fell down to her calves, and black latex slim thongs that barely covered her ample breasts and her cunt and ass, plus her high heels...
The gold rings on her eyebrows' corners made her look like some exotic oriental princess...
"Ladies and gentlemans... Ashley's Hot Spot gives you the most warm welcome in its opening night!! - said the D.J., a man brought from Montgomery who called himself Spice - ... and who better to give you the most enticing welcome than our STAR herself:... LITTLE ASHLEY THE HOT CUNT!!! "
