It was already the best night of my stripping career. Performing at Scarlett Johansson's bachelorette party, with celebrity friends like Natalie Portman and Kat Dennings in attendance, would have been the highlight of any career. The dollar bills they gave me, and how close their hands were when they did it, was an added bonus.
But the bonuses weren't finished yet, even when the party was.
I was asked to stick around even as most of the guests left – then asked to give a private show. Apparently Kat Dennings still had the cash to afford it; ironic for someone pretending to be a broke girl on TV.
The location for this party had a bedroom with poles on the bed, so that was bound to help. It wasn't my first private show for a bachelorette party, so that should have helped more. Doing it for a famous person – and a famously busty and curvy one at that – canceled out much of the help.
Or it would if I wasn't a professional, of course.
So I professionally put all my clothes back on and headed to the bedroom – and professionally didn't look back at Mrs. Portman and Ms. [for now] Johansson. Kat was already sitting on the bed, still wearing the black dress that somehow pushed her....giant cupcakes up even more.
Fortunately, she spoke before I could stare – again – and said, "All right, let's have it. What does an extra hundred bucks buy me in here?"
I could answer her with words, but I guessed it wasn't what she was looking for. Professionally.
Grateful I remembered to bring my iPad with me, I set it to my private show playlist. Once the generic sax started playing, I walked over to Kat and swung my hips to the tune. I slowly turned around and arched my ass back, then got on my hands and knees and crawled away.
I heard Kat growl behind me, but I disappointed her by turning around and lying on the floor. I lifted my legs up and spread them, taking notice that Kat looked impressed – but I only looked for a moment. Nevertheless, as if my spread legs and black pants weren't enough, I lifted my white shirt up above my bellybutton for a brief second and hopped back on my feet.
It was now time for me to go to the pole, as I grinded my ass against it next to Kat. She whistled while I lifted my shift up higher to show my abs, then dropped it back down. "The next part's gonna cost you in advance," I warned.
"On it," Kat didn't miss a beat – especially when she reached over and grabbed my belt. She tugged it to make me go right up to her, which put her face inches from my crotch. Which meant it was inches from her cartoonish cleavage, her smiling, ridiculously plump lips, and her seductively hungry blue eyes.
Professional. That was all that was missing. And that's bad. Even when Kat put a few bills in my pants and briefly dipped a fingertip in.
"Okay, okay," I caught my breath. "The tease is the show here. Let's stick to that. And stick to me doing the teasing. You'll get your money's worth that way."
"Fine. I only got 10 dollars worth so far anyway," Kat said. I looked down and saw that she did put two five dollar bills into my pants. "So what does 20 dollars worth look like?" she asked as she took out a 20.
I responded by moving my body to the music again and taking my whole shirt off. "Yes! Just how I remembered them!" Kat praised to my abs, then put the 20 in my pants without going any deeper. Now this felt like a regular show again – one where sexy celebrities didn't ogle me and tempt me to ogle back.
I swung my hips and arched my back in front of Kat, then slid my hands down to my pants. I made it look like I was going to pull the stripper pants off, but I backed up and grabbed the pole instead. Kat only huffed for a second, until I backed up and laid on the bed. I spread my legs again and thrusted my hips up, then pointed them in Kat's direction instead of the roof.
Thrusting in front of Kat while a few feet away....without those few feet, all the tempting things she had to thrust into would be....
Yet again, I willed myself to stop thinking that way. At least until I was in my own bed, alone, and richer instead of having to give refunds.
At that point, I got off the bed and sauntered back to the pole. There, I showed off more grinding and dancing, to which Kat stated, "Flexible. Just what we were hoping for."
I ignored that 'we' and any other odd thoughts, since I had to get to the big finish. As the music built up, I walked up to Kat and put my hands on my pants again. I looked like I was about to pull them off, but I took the money and put it in my pockets instead – then ripped them clean off.
I was left in only my tightie whities, which I didn't need to get any tighter. Yet Kat made it harder – the task harder – when she reached out towards my abs. However, she pulled her left hand back right as I noticed, then her right hand almost went on my hips. But she pulled that back at the last moment too.
"Don't do my job while I'm doing it, okay?" I made myself play along.
"Okay, sorry. Nat's more qualified than me for that anyway," Kat pointed out.
That reminder of Natalie Portman's movie stripper past distracted me just enough. Kat lowered her hands in the meantime – then wound up brushing her right fingers on my bulge.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Kat immediately yelled, raising her hands just as I went back a step. The song ended and went onto the next track, so I was officially off cue. If that was the worst of my problems.
As the new tune started, we both stayed exactly where we were, for different reasons. "Okay, I swear, that's the last time I'm moving a muscle," Kat promised. I couldn't tell if it was sincere, since sarcasm was her bread and butter on screen. Yet although she wasn't moving a muscle....I was.
I felt my bulge turn into a true bulge, which wasn't exactly hidden by my underpants. "Damn it....I'll get rid of this, I promise," I muttered, thinking of the unsexiest things possible to do it. But after a night like this, it wouldn't work right away.
"It's not going away on its own," Kat noted. "Maybe you need extra help."
I chose to interpret it one way, and refused to do it....the other way. "Fine. Just tell me where the bathroom is, and I'll be back as soon as I can. If you still want me to," I said.
"That could work," Kat admitted. "But something else might work better." That didn't help me stop thinking of the other way. Or help with my overall bulge problem.
Kat still slid over so she was sitting right in front of me. "I know I promised not to use my hands, and I meant it," she caught me off guard. But that was nothing compared to how I was caught when she pulled the front of my undies down. "Starting now."
A split second later, Kat bent down to take most of my cock in her mouth. I should have pushed her off then and there – if pushing those lips off wasn't completely insane. She even hummed, slid her tongue over my head and made doe eyes up at me. Kat Dennings could actually make doe eyes.
Her bobbling on my cock like a pro was much less surprising.
There was nothing I could do but watch Kat go up and down my shaft. I came to terms with it once she rubbed her amazing lips underneath my head, while licking my slit and moaning. She kept eye contact as she took more of my cock in her mouth, yet I still had to look down as her cleavage stuck out further.
True to her word, Kat didn't use her hands. Her mouth more than made up for it, but if she couldn't use her hands, then I couldn't.... "Hands. Hands, please," I let out.
Kat instantly put her right hand at the bottom of my shaft, then swallowed down the rest of it. As she sucked and licked, her left hand drifted towards her chest. She popped off and soon licked me up and down, with her supple lower lip dragging up my cock too. But my eyes still darted down to Kat fondling her exposed tit flesh.
Now that the floodgates were open to use hands, I got them ready for action. Yet Kat was quicker, as she lathered up my head and then lifted her chest up, so that she could put my tip in. I froze in place at the feel of it, as it was Kat's hands which then lowered her dress.
After finally pulling her insane tits out, Kat went even crazier by smothering my whole cock with them. Her hands squeezed them together as her tongue went down to lick her own flesh, followed by the little bit of mine that was visible.
After a few moments, I feared this would be short lived. Kat seemed to sense it as well, as she took her breasts off and went back to sucking me off – which didn't calm me down that much. However, she made my cock wet enough so that I could fuck her tits easier when she put them back.
"Okay, what now?" Kat asked. "Fuck my tits till you cum, or fuck my mouth?"
"Ugh...." was all I had, until I settled on, "It's your show..."
"Yeah it is," Kat agreed. "So for variety's sake...."
She finished her thought by removing her tits and sucking me down again. So that's how she wanted it....somewhat disappointing, but on second thought, I could see what she meant by variety. Then again, it spoke to how incredible her tits were that no one wanted to fuck and cum in that mouth instead.
My hands finally worked in time to touch her hanging breasts while I fucked Kat's mouth. As she moaned her encouragement, I squeezed them harder and really savored them.
Savored holding those big, soft tits, while fucking that big, soft mouth as she encouraged me with those big, soft eyes....encouraged me to give her a big, hard load of cum....well, within moments, it's what she got.
Kat still had to come off me for air by the end, and some of it did drip down to her chest. But in the end, the job got done like she wanted. Like she paid for....
