Racquel then proceeded to run her tongue all over his dick and nutsack, maintaining eye contact and smiling the entire time like a true professional. After a few minutes he could take it no more. He motioned for her to climb on the bed next to him as she continued beating him off. They French kissed and soon he was spraying cum all over his stomach in ecstasy. Racquel kind thought was a bid weird since she figured he was going to bang her. Oh well, she thought. They'll be plenty of time for fucking later.
Without thinking, or even being asked for that matter, Racquel proceed to lick up all the cum off of Harold's stomach and chest. She then dutifully swallowed it all. Racquel then looked up at Harold, who seemed a bit disgusted. Perhaps he's old fashioned, she thought?
Harold then sat up and explained the first stage what he expected of her for the rest of this evening. He told her he owned several strip clubs in the city. She was to be taken to one of them and perform on stage for the regular customers and prized employees he knew would be there. Invite ONLY!
He explained he would be sitting in the back in his regular booth, watching. He then wanted to watch her perform a dance routine on stage. The usual, Racquel thought: men will come to the front of the stage and slip dollar bills into her garter belt, stockings or panties, as is the custom. What else? Oh, the locals would of course throw money onto the stage and she would be expected to crawl around on all fours picking it up like a street whore. Men loved throwing bills at her when she was on all fours, getting a birds eye view of her ass. Typical stuff, she knew the drill.
When her ex was around, he used to discourage men at the clubs from treating her like trash, but with him out of the picture she pretty much had to fend for herself these days. So this is what Harold wants, she thought? To watch her sliming on guys for five-dollar bills when she had $10,000 on ice? All right, whatever gets ya hot. Your money, pal.
Racquel was daydreaming as the limo drove past the Stratosphere away from the strip. She then realized as they were pulling up that they were in the absolute WORST part of town. The limo pulled into a trashy strip club parking lot around back. The driver got out and promptly opened the door for her, gesturing to the strip club's rear entrance. Racquel stepped out and the driver led her past a dumpster and a couple of leering dishwashers who heckled her in Spanish. Racquel and the chauffeur stepped over a black bum passed out near the backdoor entrance. He stank to high heaven and Racquel wondered for the first time what she had gotten herself into.
Once inside, she realized Harold wasn't with her. The driver explained he'd gone around front to his reserved table, but to watch him as he enjoyed playing director from his booth. He politely reached for her coat and assisted her in removing it. Standing in her lingerie and heels he then directed her to the backstage area just off from the curtain entrance. Racquel noticed there were no other strippers around. It was going to be all about her tonight! Just then, the MC announced her as Penthouse Pet of the Month and pornstar Racquel Darrian. The crowd erupted. She stepped on stage as a popular rap hip-hop number was fired up. The lights were so bright at first; Racquel could barely make out how tiny the place really was. As she broke out her smile and began circling the pole she realized it was all black guys staring back at her. She then noticed Harold sitting alone in his private booth watching the show. Racquel decided then to give these hardworking and loyal men a performance they would never forget, but remembering to look back often at Harold for approval. He continued to nod as the performance progressed, so she grew confident everything was going according to his wishes -- which was obviously to entertain his most valued regulars.
As expected, the men came to the front and began slipping bills into her panties and garter belt, taking their own sweet time doing so. Again, Racquel received the nod of approval, so she gathered up her bills, placed them on a stool and started in on another song. Halfway in, a bunch of drunk, loudmouths made their way back up to the front and began scattering the front of the stage with dollar bills. Racquel pulled off her bra and presented the men with her incredible tits. The crowd cheered. She then lay on the floor, gyrating. Eventually she spread her legs wide, raising her ass off the ground as she pretended to pout in ecstasy. She then got herself on all fours, crawling, picking up all the crumpled bills; smiling seductively at each man.
They were certainly not shy about half climbing up on-stage for a better look, that was for certain, but she could be brazen too. Racquel then rolled over on her back and spread her legs open wide as before, but this time she was so very close to the edge. The men clustered around, cheering. She then slowly pulled aside her panties and presented her pussy to them. It had a nice, full landing strip of pussy hair, but everything else was shaved. The men's faces were mere inches from her pussy. She could feel their collective breath between her legs and she found it intoxicating. She was unable to see Harold now, but as the song was ending she decided to take it to the next level. She grabbed the loudest one by the Afro and yanked him forward, holding his face against her pussy. She rubbed it in his shocked face for several seconds, laughing. Racquel then pushed away, did a little backflip and landed on her feet. The men went NUTS! She then looked back at Harold, whom she was thrilled to see beaming with pride.
Racquel knew what came next: lap dancing! One of the bouncers shouted instructions for everyone to return to their booths. After putting away her tip money she returned to the first booth and was greeted by three gangsta-looking dudes. Still with her top off, she agreed to photo ops with each one. She took turns sitting on each guy's knee, allowing them hold her tits for the pic. During the lap-dance, she made eye contact with Harold, who was now away from his booth standing close by, watching with great interest. The men were running their hands up her legs and touching her ass, cheering and laughing as they downed drinks. Harold clearly approved of the groping and the men continued to tip her accordingly. This went on for eight booths. At the end, Racquel felt pretty exhausted despite the huge smile on her face. The crowd applauded her as she waved them goodbye. Backstage, Harold handed her the mink coat and kissed her cheek, thanking her. She gathered up her huge wad of crumpled bills and stuffed them in her coat pocket.
In the parking lot they made their way to the limo. Three of Harold's most valued employees were leaning up against the back of a pleasure van. One of them Racquel recognized, as the Afro fella she'd let taste her pussy on stage. Harold led her to them and they exchanged small talk as Harold leaned back on an old car, watching. She gave Harold a glance and he nodded approvingly as he lit a cigar. One of the men, a smaller guy with curly hair, Lockjaw, opened the two rear doors to the van and offered Racquel a seat on the edge. The Afro guy, Dennis, jumped inside and pulled some beers from an icebox. Dennis and Lockjaw sat on each side of her. A taller guy, Trent, milled around in front acting kinda nervous. It was distracting Racquel, so she put her beer down and removed her mink coat. Still topless, she pulled Trent forward by his shirt and grabbed his dick, giggling. She stroked his bulge, staring up at him. The other two began running their hands all over her tits, back, shoulder and legs, saying things like, "Dang girl. You fine." Racquel then unzipped Trent. She reached inside his boxer shorts and pulled out his black cock. She jacked him off for a few seconds, taking her queue for Harold, who was now slowly jacking off himself. She leaned over and began sucking Trent's dick. After a few minutes she stood up and kissed Trent. She then sat him down in her place and began sucking him off yet again. This gave the other two plenty of opportunity to reach around and slip their hands inside her panties. Racquel then reached over and began unzipping Dennis. She sucked him off and then made her way over to Lockjaw. Dennis then touched Racquel on the ass, motioning for her to 'get in.' Racquel climbed inside and lay on carpet, admiring the 70's soul vibe, including a disco ball and lava lamp.
