Wet Lady - an Erotic Mystery

Wet Lady

An Anita Reaming Erotic Mystery

By Magda McKune

Chapter 1

It was a fairly quiet evening at Big Jack's Gentleman's Club. Wait a minute. That was not exactly true. It wasn't so much a case of not being very busy in comparison to it being quiet. Big Jack's Gentleman's Club was little more than a tittie bar with loud rock and roll music for the near-naked girls to swing around a silver pole on an elevated platform to. Add in clinking glasses and bottles, conversation and catcalls from the drunks and perverts and you have yourself a pretty raucous atmosphere. It was okay with me. Give me a noisy bar where I can strut my big 34-inch boobs and tight ass for cash over working in a factory or boring desk job anytime.

Me and the other girls took turns trading off between pole dancing and waiting on tables. The tips were better when serving drinks wearing nothing except a skimpy string thong, high heels and a smile, but you had to endure the tit groping and ass pinching. Shimmying up and down a pole was easier on my feet plus it gave my body a thorough aerobic workout. Almost as good as having sex with my zealous nymphomaniac Asian partner and live-in lover Laymee. Making love with that hot slender sexpot could be classified as a genuine Olympic event. That was why I allowed her to have other partners, men and women both. My pendulum swung both ways as well, but female sex was my preference, and sex with my lover Laymee was the best. But if either of us had the opportunity to get some hard cock in our pussies, the other would not stand in the way. Most likely we'd stand in line.

I was almost grateful it was a slow evening. I was hoping to cut out early and go home for some mattress mayhem with my slinky svelte lover. Just thinking of that lithe tanned kitten with her silky long black hair, petite titties and perfect tight ass was making my pussy damp with arousal. Maybe we'd even go home with one of our co-workers. Muffy was a blonde Amazon with a wild mane of blonde hair and big fake basketball boobs. The woman had a sweet tooth for Laymee's pussy and it was always fun rolling in the sheets with three wild naked chicks.

Big Jack's was roomy and dark with a long bar on the left side of the room and a raised platform on the right. It was sort of like a long penis shape extending from the back wall with stools around the perimeter. Silver poles stood every ten feet for the dancers. The dance floor was elevated about three feet so the gapers and gawkers could tuck dollar bills in the dancer's g-string. Some of the girls would perform a strip-tease routine, while others would simply swing around the pole with erotic movements. I most often prefer the latter, though sometimes I liked to throw on a layer or two as a costume to peel off for a dash of variety.

A number of small round tables were scattered about the room between the bar and the dancer's platform. They sat four patrons comfortably and their entertainment was the near-naked waitresses who flaunted their flesh wearing nothing more than a skimpy thong and a smile. And these were not your typical table servant variety either. All of the girls at Big Jack's were amazingly gorgeous with charming personalities. They actually liked working with each other and catering to the lecherous clientele. Most would take turns dancing and waiting on tables to give the other girls a chance to pick up some extra tip money. Serving drinks to grabby drunks got more tips, but you had to endure the men groping your tits and ass a lot.

All in all, it wasn't a bad place to work several nights a week. My lady lover Laymee and I danced there because it kept us in shape and brought in a decent amount of pocket change. Plus, we were both young and beautiful ladies, and I say if you got it, flaunt it. We could always get a boring desk job after our hot bodies started sagging.

I glanced down from the platform and noticed a young boy staring up at me. He was just a kid still in his teens, but he gaped at me as though he never saw a naked lady before. I climbed down and moved to his side. "A dancer always appreciates an ardent admirer," I beamed brightly. "What's your name?"

"Tim," he gulped. Apparently, he wasn't used to speaking with women either. Perhaps my lack of attire was making things hard for him in more ways than one.

"Well, Timmy," I grinned, easing myself to sit sideways in his lap. "I think I have a pretty good memory for faces, and I don't believe I've seen you in here before."

The kid was stunned to have a near naked lady so close to him. I could feel the boner in his lap and shifted my butt over a couple inches to make it more comfortable for him. "I've never been here before," he gaped, his eyes riveted to my bare firm boobs. "My mom doesn't know I'm here. But since it's my eighteenth birthday, I wanted to sneak out and see the show."

"Your eighteenth birthday?" I smiled. "Happy birthday, Timmy!" I leaned closer and gave him a long kiss on the mouth. The kid seemed stunned at my brazen boldness. "Have you never seen a naked lady before?"

"No ma'am. And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"Sweet talker!" I lifted his hand and rested it on my leg. "Have you ever touched a lady's body before?"

"No ma'am."

"Do you like my body?"

The boy gaped at my flaunting flesh. "Yes ma'am. You are so beautiful."

I caressed his face with my fingertips. "Tell me the truth, Timmy... have you ever had sex with a woman?"

His eyes lowered to his hand on my leg. "No."

"Then I think it's time you did." I rose to my feet and offered my hand. "Come with me."

Tim stared wide eyed at me like a deer in headlights. "Where are we going?"

"A very special room in back where I can give you a very private lap dance just for you."

The boy hesitated. "I can't afford that. I barely had the money to pay the man at the door."

I took his hand and lifted him to his feet. "This is my treat. My birthday present to you. You do think I'm pretty, don't you?"

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Then let me give you a very special gift. A private gift just between you and me."

I led the boy by the hand down the hallway past the bathrooms and liquor storage to a large room in the back. It was sectioned off with a number of private booths along two walls with pleated red curtains across the front. I ushered Tim into a booth and pulled the curtain closed. There was a bench along the back wall and a speaker on the side playing the same rock and roll music as out front, only not as loud. "Now, isn't this cozy?" I smiled, guiding him to sit.

"What are you going to do?"

"Dance for you, darling." I began swaying and rocking my hips to the music. "Feel free to touch and feel anything you like." I leaned forward and wobbled my boobs at him. "Do like my titties, Timmy?"

"Yes."

"Feel them." He tentatively raised a hand to touch my breasts. The kid was very timid and shy. I found it extremely touching and surprisingly arousing. After having the lecherous drunks paw and grope my body every night, it was a welcome change to have a boy be so gentle. "You have a soft touch, Tim," I purred. "I like it when you touch me like that."

The boy winced and screwed up his face in pain. "Oh hell."

"What is it?"

His face flushed with embarrassment. "I think I just came in my pants."

"Oh, honey," I soothed gently, caressing his face with my palm. "Don't worry. It happens to a lot of men." I reached for a box of tissue on the shelf by the speaker. "To be perfectly honest, I would be surprised and genuinely insulted if you didn't cum at my performance."

"Really?"

"Yes, darling, really." I kneeled in front of him and tugged down his zipper. "A lady like me is an entertainer. A performer. She wants to thrill her audience, you know?" I opened his pants and fished out his limp dick. "It is the sincerest form of flattery to have you ejaculate at my dancing. That you find my body sexy and beautiful is a nice compliment, but that you can't control yourself and cum at the sight of me is the sweetest compliment any man can give."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." My calm talking with the lad distracted him from my cleaning of his penis and shorts. I wiped him clean and tossed the tissue aside. "A woman likes it when you demonstrate your admiration with action, not just in words." I gently stroked his dick in my fingers. "You don't mind it that I touch you like this, do you?"

"No."

I smiled up at the boy. "I want to suck your cock, Timmy. Would that be all right with you?"

His eyes grew wide as saucers. "I... I..."

I dropped my mouth over the head and sucked his prick. Timmy moaned and closed his eyes. I swirled my tongue around the tip and along the shaft. "You have a beautiful cock, Timmy."

"You really think so?"

"Hell, yes! I don't remember seeing a cock as nice as this. You must be a real ladies' man."

"To tell the truth, you are the first."

"I'm glad. I want to be the first woman to suck your dick. It's so long and hard and big."

The boy grinned radiantly. "Wow! I never thought a lady would ever say that about me!"

"You are cute." I rose to my feet. "Take your cock in your hand." Tim did as I instructed. "Stroke it to show you appreciate how I dance for you."

Tim stared at me as I gyrated my hips and shimmied my tits for him. He pumped his dick in his fist and gaped at my body. Soon he was hard and stiff again. Ah, youth! They can go a dozen times a night.

I turned my back to the lad and grinned at him over my shoulder. "Feel my ass, lover." Tim raised his free hand and fondled my rear. "Oh baby," I cooed, "you have such a gentle touch." I rocked and swayed to the music as the lad felt my ass. I turned back to him and smiled seductively. "Time for me to give you my birthday present, honey."

"I thought this was my present."

"Not quite." I moved closer and straddled my legs over his lap. I draped one arm around his neck and kissed him passionately. The boy exhaled his breath into my mouth. I reached down and took his hand from his cock and lifted it to my breast. Tim brought his other hand up and groped the other tit as well. I reached down and pulled the crotch of my thong aside and fed his stiff cock into my cunt. I gradually settled onto his lap, his dick sliding into my wet pussy. "Oh Timmy," I panted into his mouth. "You have a wonderful cock."

The boy gasped and fondled my tits. "My God, I don't believe this is happening."

I leaned back and stared into his eyes. "Is it wrong of me to do this?"

"Heck no! I just can't believe a gorgeous lady like you would ever want to do this with me."

I was moved by his innocence and genuine sincerity. The boy truly thought I was the most beautiful woman in the world. I wanted his first time to be wonderful. I hooked my hands on his shoulders and began to ride his dick. "You don't mind that this lady wants to fuck that nice big cock of yours?"

Tim beamed brightly at me and groped my tits as they shifted about my chest. "I'm glad you want to! This is like a dream come true."

"That's it, Timmy," I panted breathlessly. "Let me be your fantasy woman, making your innermost desires come true."

"You are. You most definitely are!"

I hopped and bounced on his lap, the boy's dick slamming into me with every thrust. "God, you are a sensuous lover, Timmy boy!"

The kid furrowed his brow with a frown. "I think I'm going to cum again."

I slowed and dismounted, quickly kneeling on the floor between his feet. "Shoot your hot creamy load all over my nice big pretty tits!" Tim grinned widely and pumped his dick at my chest. I leered up at him and smoothed my hands along his thighs. "Come on, baby," I growled. "Give this woman your hot creamy cum!"

The boy grunted and snapped his head back, a spew of semen splattering my bare chest. He spasmed and shot again, another smaller load pelting my titties. "Oh gosh," he winced. "I'm so sorry I did that."

"I'm not," I grinned seductively. "It's a great compliment to an exotic dancer like me have a man blast his load at her performance." I smeared his sticky semen over my tits. "You have a wonderful cock, lover."

"Really?"

I straightened and leaned closer, my lips meeting his in a tender kiss. "Yes, darling. Really."

Tim smiled sheepishly at me. "It was very nice of you to do this for me. I would have never had the nerve to even talk to a beautiful lady like you before. You let me touch you, which is something I could only dream of. And we even did... you know."

I smiled warmly as I removed a tissue and wiped my chest. "Boy, lover, did we ever!"

The lad grinned. "It was the best present I could possibly hope for. You made this birthday special, one that I will remember forever."

"Awww," I mewed, kissing him softly on the cheek. "You are so sweet." I tucked his dick into his pants and reached for a card on the shelf by the speaker. "This is for free admission for any night you want to come back." I tucked it into his pocket and gave him a kiss on the mouth. "If you come back on your next birthday, I promise to invite a few of my friends and make it a birthday party you'll never forget."

Tim smiled widely. "You are the best!"

I assisted him to his feet. "You are sweet." I took him into a warm hug. "You can call me Anita. And you can tell all your friends that you are my dearest friend. It will make them insane with jealousy." I leaned back and smiled at him. "Plus being my friend gives you permission to feel my ass whenever you want."

Tim grinned and slid his hands down my back to grope my butt. "Really?"

I laughed and patted his cheek with my palm. "Yes, Timmy. Really."

I walked to the bar with a tray laden with empty glasses and felt a touch on my shoulder. I turned to find my friend Ruby standing beside me. The girl was aptly named. She had long tresses of scarlet red hair cascading over her shoulders to her high firm tits. She was a natural redhead, too. Laymee and I checked down below on numerous occasions.

"Can you do me a favor?" she asked.

"Sure. What is it?"

"I got word this afternoon that they found my cousin Dana Demure drowned in the swimming pool at her apartment building."

"How awful!" I exclaimed, resting my hand on her arm. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's all right. Dana and I were not that close. I haven't seen her in months, and even then, it was at some family gathering. Have a few drinks, get caught up on each other's life, that sort of thing."

"What do you need me for?"

"They found her body naked in the pool. That just doesn't sound like something she would do. Dana was a tad on the promiscuous side, but not for public flaunting of her flesh."

"Like her cousin."

Ruby laughed. "Exactly. Dana told me she would turn tricks every once in a while to make rent or a car payment. I can't help thinking her death was not an accident. Maybe I watch too many crime shows, but I can't shake the feeling there's something more sinister to it than that."

"You want me to check with the police to make sure there weren't any suspicious circumstances?"

"I would really appreciate it. My mind would rest easier if I knew some dirtbag loan shark didn't rub her out."

I chuckled and caressed my hand down her arm. "You have been watching too many of those cop shows, girl! Tell you what; I'll look into it tomorrow, okay?"

"Thanks, Anita. I promise to pay you back with dinner some night or lots of wild hot sex."

"I'll take the sex," I smiled playfully. "I've tried your cooking."

I drove Laymee home in my little blue Honda Civic. "Ruby told me her cousin Dana drowned in her swimming pool the other day," I said.

"That's terrible!" Laymee mewed. "The poor thing!"

"She said the police called it an accident, but she wants me to check it out to make sure there was nothing they might have missed."

"Like a murder?"

"That's what she thinks. Ruby always did have an active imagination."

Laymee leered at me and stroked her hand over my bare leg below the hem of my short tight skirt. "I have an active imagination as well. I can imagine us having mad passionate sex when we get home."

I smiled and rested my hand on top of hers. "That isn't imagination, my love. That's a guaranteed certainty."

"Do you want me to help you with the drowned cousin case?"

"That won't be necessary. I'll swing by the station tomorrow and check out the accident report and coroner's findings. I'm sure the cops are correct regarding the cause and circumstances of her death."

I slowed my car at the sight of a young man sitting on a bench on the corner under the street lamp. "What the hell?" I frowned, pulling to the curb.

Laymee gave me a puzzled expression. "What is it?"

I climbed out and walked over to the boy. "Timmy? What are you doing here?"

The lad shrugged sheepishly. "I missed the bus and have to wait for the next one."

"Oh, honey, it's all my fault." I sat on the bench next to him. "Let me give you a ride."

"You don't have to do that."

Laymee rested her hands on her hips and stared at the boy. "And who might you be, cutie?"

"This is Tim," I explained. "He's my newest best friend."

"Uh huh," the girl nodded. "Are you in any hurry to get home, hot stuff?"

Tim gave her a curious expression. "No. Why?"

"We can give you a ride all right, but to our home first."

The kid's eyes grew wide at my friend. "Are you serious?"

I rested my hand on his arm. "Timmy, darling, I have to warn you, if you come home with us, my friend Laymee here will more than likely have sex with you."

"At least twice," my Asian companion leered. "That is, if you think you are man enough."

"Oh, he's definitely man enough." I gave him a knowing smile and squeezed his arm. "Today is his eighteenth birthday, and I thought I was giving him a present. As it turned out, this sexy young lover gave me a present in return."

Laymee grinned seductively at the boy. "In that case, more than twice."

The kid gulped audibly and stared openly at her slender form. "Forgive me, Anita, but I just got a whole new fantasy."

My partner hooked her arm under his elbow and lifted him to his feet. "You are SO coming home with us." She steered the lad to our car. "Anita, you drive so the two of us can make out in the back seat."

I returned from the bathroom to find Tim humping my lover doggy style atop the bed. Damn! That must be number four for the lad, not including twice with me. Perhaps I found a worthy teammate to assist in satisfying my nymphomaniac partner's carnal cravings after all.

I crawled onto the bed on my knees and moved close to the boy. He was holding Laymee's hips and slamming into her cunt as she thrashed on all fours atop the bed like a wild stallion. I hooked my arm around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. "Happy birthday, Timmy."

The kid kissed me passionately. He removed his hand from Laymee's hip and reached around my back to grope my ass. "You made this day one I will remember forever, Anita."

Laymme panted and bucked in the throes of carnal abandon. "What about me?" she panted breathlessly.

Tim grinned at her. "You are the best ever, Laymee. My cock loves your hot tight pussy." He turned to me, his dick never missing a beat into her snatch. "As Anita says, words are nice, but actions are what really matter."

I laughed and lay on my back next to my lover and spread my legs to him. "Speaking of action, how's about you lay some hard cock action on this hot wanton woman while you're at it?"

Chapter 2

It was late morning before I forced myself to roll out of bed and make us some coffee. It had been a long night. We didn't get home until after midnight and the mad sex marathon with Timmy went on for hours. That boy could hump like a fucking rabbit. We finally called a taxi for him in the wee hours and gave him cash for the cab plus a little extra for birthday money. It was worth it. Very few men could wear my lover out like he did. Laymee was exhausted and I felt like I would walk bowlegged for a week. Tim was stunned that I would ask for his telephone number so we could give him a call whenever we felt extraordinarily horny. Maybe he'd agree to be the party favor at my next birthday.