Holly Miles Tiny Dancer

-Holly Miles-

"Tiny Dancer...."

Chapter 1

I was up to my eyeballs in washing, mostly my stuff. It had been a long hard week of trooping around seeing as many producers and then photographers that this town had to offer. But I was not making any headway, not like L.A. I really didn't want to go on stage, but it was the only thing I could do for now money. So I wandered into a small North Beach watering hole called Big Al's (it wasn't even on my list). At one time it had been the hot spot for all the headliners to work but now, not so much. During the week a lot of the girls that I'd talked to said this was the area to work in, lots of clubs. Sometimes there would be a line of us, so it was natural for us girls to talk. All this went down while we waited to see the manager or his assistant. When the subject of good clubs verses bad came up Big Al's was always the butt of a lot of jokes. "They'll you hire on the spot if you're good enough," said one long-legged redhead. There were stories of some newbie's being hired on the spot. One gal, even went into one of the cages stripped down naked for her audition and signed her paperwork through the bars. Sadly for me, it was noted that she had a mighty fine pair of really big tits, so I was thinking my chances were pretty much a zero.

But there I stood at the front door of Big Al's, I took a dead breath and marched in. It took some minutes, letting my eyes adjust to the light it was so dark. I walked to the bar and planted my ass on a stool. In short order, I was speaking to the bartender and got my white wine and then asked if the manager was around. I gazed around at the decor that hadn't changed in decades. Though, the red lights were new, I bet. The bar itself looked clean and tidy. There were only a few girls moving through the pack of customers that numbered maybe twenty at best. There were two stages one directly behind the bartender and the other directly across from the bar. A typical stage runway affair. But it was the cages that were so noticeable. Two hung from the ceiling by chains. They were made of bars with a plastic floor. They were big enough for anyone to turn around in and the bars were placed far enough apart that any girl could stick her head through them, why she'd want to... was beyond me.

I was still sitting there when one of the waitresses came over; I was, in fact, sitting next to the waitresses station. She looked me up and down and said "Hi, I am Daisy" with a cute smile and held out her hand.

"Hi, back I'm Holly." I replied and held out my hand; she laughed a little, so we shot the shit for a few moments while she waited for her order to be built.

Then she asked. "You in college?" She smiled and added. "Or something?"

I said, "Or something." And launched myself into my story about meeting Teddy and moving up here and blah, blah, blah. Omitting anything about the adult sex biz.

"Looking for a job?" She asked.

I shrugged and nodded.

"Wait here, the manager is going to love you. Oh, and watch my tray." Before I could answer her off, she went to the back of the club. Disappearing through a distant door. In a few minutes, the door opened, and she waved her arms and yelled out my name. "Holly."

I made my way to the door and in seconds stood before the day manager. There she sat behind a crummy desk littered with papers and old landline telephones, which rang one after the other. She calmly picked them up and slammed them down, her eyes never left me.

Daisy said. "Holly this is our manager Miss Scrumptious." Then she smiled.

I wish I could report that Miss Scrumptious was, but it must have been a joke. This gal was bull dyke big time. Then she spoke to me in the softest voice I had ever heard. It started with.

"Well aren't you a sweet one. Hmm. I am impressed. Daisy, you defiantly found a good one for sure." Her eyes never leaving my body.

I couldn't help it she was so genuine that I offered her my hand and said my obligatory "Hi! I'm Holly." She took my hand in hers which was sweaty and a little cold. She asked to see my ID, which I dug out of my bag and gave it to her. She said something about a nude entertainer's license; I said I had one in L.A., and she asked under what name.

"Holly Miles," I replied as quietly as I could.

She shook her finger at me and said. "I knew I'd seen your face before." She smiled at Daisy. "Tell Nelson that we have a special audition right now."

"Now?" I asked. "Don't I need to do make-up and...and outfit...or?"

She stood up all five foot two of her and took a beautiful blue kimono off a hat stand and handed it to me. She looked down at my feet; I had on my best black pumps. She smiled again and said. "These poor slobs won't know what hit em." She then pointed at a locker on the far wall, use that while you're here today. She handed me a lock with a key in it. And I started to undress. They both stood back and watched. Miss Scrumptious couldn't take her eyes off of me. I knew the look all right, so I dragged it out. Taking my time, letting the few garments I wore fall to the floor slowly. And bending over a lot. By the time, I was naked she had moved across the small room and stood beside me.

"Daisy, didn't I tell you to do something?" Then she planted her beefy hand and arm onto the lockers and leaned into me. This was either going to be really hard or extremely easy. I had absolutely no interest in going down on this woman if that's what it took to get the job. I stood stock still and waited.

Daisy had left the room while Miss Scrumptious gazed at my body taking in my little tits and big rubbery nipples. My flat tummy and my newly shaven pussy and my slender legs. She finally stood back and folded her arms under her misshapen chest. "Turn around let's see your ass?"

I did as I was told when the door flew open and there stood Daisy (the Calvary) and to add to my rescue the bartenders voice filled the small room.

"Attention, we have a very special guest here today." A few guys clapped and some even booed. "All the way from down south, L.A. way." More boo's. "Is none other than Miss Holly Miles."

One old drunk whistled and clapped a few times other than that it was pretty quiet.

Miss Scrumptious held her hand out and said to me. "Its show time there killer."

I quickly stepped into a pair of black panties I had brought and a see-thru black bra and wrapped myself in the kimono and started towards the door my heart in my throat pounding away. As I stepped through the door, Daisy held me by my arm. "Use the closest cage to the far stage it's a little more stable, don't let go of the bars or you'll swing. If you really scared just sit down and I'll get you out."

We walked passed the bartender and continued on to the better cage, and there I stood under the cage the bartender hurried along in back of me. A spotlight came on Daisy must have done that. And a step ladder was produced. I stepped into the cage and turned away from the crowd then from somewhere music drifted through the joint. Not a fast song a slow piece, so slow the thing wandered a bit. I grabbed the bars. Letting one shoulder drop and then the other which allowed the blue kimono to fall off onto the small floor under me.

"Nice ass!" Someone exclaimed. I felt a bit of courage swell up into my chest it's just what I needed.

I started to move to the music and with my knees together I turned into the crowd and then stood up and spread my legs. My knees popped out in-between the bars now I understood why they were set so far apart. Allowing my crotch to touch one of the bars I started to rub up and down on it. There was still not a sound coming from the crowd; they all just looked at me. For three minutes I did everything I could think of, I raised my feet as high up on the bars as I could so they could all get a good look at my body, and I turned and spread my ass cheeks around one bar and humped it. That's when I realized I was smiling, and this felt good. In fact I was having a good time.

By the time, the second song had been played. I was naked, and everyone was having a good time. The bartender got back on the PA system and announced that if I were to be hired they the crowd would have to make some noise or give me some tips or something. It was just what the doctor ordered for me. The excited hoots and howls came in a flood so did the tips. Folding money was placed in a glass jar in under the cage and others were shoved in through the bars. In such a short time I was also sweating, and my pussy felt slick. Boy was I turned on. Normally I'd just play with myself, but Daisy pointed at her crotch and shook her head no. Takes one to know one, I guess.

I left with over fifty bucks in my hot little hand, and I didn't have to go down on anyone. I was to start tomorrow night as soon as my paperwork was done.

On my way out of the backroom aka office, Miss Scrumptious handed me the kimono it stank of stale smoke and cheap perfume I was defiantly going to wash this thing tonight, she also handed me a piece of paper with the clubs rules typed on it.

"Memorize em, but good! All this is the law...break em and I'll can you in a heartbeat!" She snapped her fingers for effect, and I believed her.

'Man was Teddy going to be surprised. I had a job.' I thought proudly. 'Teddy! Oh! Shit!' In my excitement, I had totally forgotten all about Janice, Teddy, and our first Blow Job session.

I waited outside for Daisy, who had offered me a ride home. She appeared in the shortest skirt and for the first time I got to see how she was built. Her chest appeared to be very ample maybe even big, there was a lot of jiggling going on. Her blouse was simple enough and like I said her skirt was really short. Her eyes were blue, and her hair was an ash blonde, she wore it in a ponytail that I thought was cute. Cute would describe her nose, sort of turned up and fit her face nicely. I guessed that she was around her mid-thirties and a good looking girl too. Off we drove in her little car but first we went to a neighborhood bar a favorite of hers to have a few drinks. We talked and talked, and it was getting late, dark even. I said I had to be getting back home when she leaned into me and before I knew it she planted a nice wet kiss on my mouth. A little tongue followed, and I felt a hand other than mine on my thigh. I must have needed this cause I kissed her back and I didn't stop her as her hand drifted farther up my thigh until she touched my crotch.

'Friendly town this place!' I thought.

Applause rang out through the room. I looked around to see lots of smiling faces as girl after girl gave us their thumbs up or raised their glasses. Then it dawned on me that we were surrounded by nothing but girls. Daisy had taken me to a gay bar or to be more precise a lezbo bar.

I was terribly embarrassed but didn't hold back from Daisy, just a couple of new friends out for a drink. Speaking of new friends the rounds kept on coming our way too. So many gals and even the bartender bought us drinks that we drank free for over an hour easy.

It never occurred to me that we were in anything other than a straight bar. One look at the decor said a guys hang out. I mean there were all these model Corvettes all over the back bar, some small and others not so small there were all types of Corvette souvenirs too everywhere. I remarked to the bartender about it, and she told me the story.

The owner of the place had bought it from an elderly retired couple. It was something, something bar, and grille then. And it still might have been, but for on the very first day the new owner, a gal by the name of Sandra opened the doors for business, in walks a simply striking blonde and sits at the bar and orders a vodka martini. Sandra serves it and for the next couple of hours, they talk to one another. Seems the blonde is a working girl and very friendly maybe even a little touchy-feely too. Lunch time rolls around, and the joint fills up with patrons. The Blonde has to leave so Sandra walks out with her to say goodbye. There in front of everyone in the bar, male and female Sandra lays a nice wet kiss on the Blonde. They embrace and struggle there for a few minutes and then the blonde drives off in her red Corvette. On her, license plate were these letters. POOCEE. Two things happen after that. Sadly Sandra never sees the blonde again, and the bars clientele go to drink somewhere else. Seems not one of them and this is in their words "Don't want to drink in a fag bar" within a weeks time the bar was empty, as in zero customers. Sandra did the only thing she could, advertise. She ran ads in every rag that would run her bars new policy, and that was for girls only. Overnight the place filled up with lesbians looking for love and or a stiff drink with no men around hassling them. She thought about what to call the bar. It now had a new policy and new clientele so why not a new name. No one called it the something or other bar and grille anymore anyways so a new name change would be a good thing. She struggled with names all kinds of names when she remembered the blonde's license plate. So in large red neon letters over the front door was a new sign POOCEE. At night, the sign could be seen for miles.

Over time the clientele picked up on the Blonde story and the Corvette connection and have been bringing in little Corvette stuff in ever since. Though, many don't know the full story especially the younger ones.

We finished our drinks by that time the sun had gone down. Now I was in for it now, being so late. Daisy gave me a quick ride home and parked around the corner from Teddy's apartment in the cover of a row of trees. We went at each other in a heartbeat. She and I made out for a few minutes, and it was hard tearing myself away from her. She started fast cause we didn't have much time. She couldn't wait to get at my tits and suck on them. I was wearing my everyday outfit of pants and a small flimsy top and no bra, so I was like a sitting duck for her. After she sucked and tweaked my nipples hard, she reached under her blouse and unhooked her bra. Keep in mind I hadn't seen her naked or even topless because she was a waitress. Opening her blouse these full tits fell out and into view. She had wonderfully formed D-cup breasts with puffy nipples, the kind that drive me wild.

"I hope you like em?" She cooed. "Lots of girls don't like big boobs."

"Not me, I love big knockers." I said and attacked her tits. I managed to get one of her puffy nips hard, and it even changed shape for me. Soon we were fumbling for each others crotches. Getting at her was a cinch, after all, she wore a short skirt and to my utter surprise with no panties. No wonder all the gals at POOCEE'S had watched us or her so intently as she maneuvered around on her bar stool. I am sure she was flashing everyone there. So now I am thinking she planned this. Ever though it was pitch black outside and I was so late getting home, I didn't care. We both knew this couldn't go too much farther but lust drove us on, and we both managed to cum one after the other. As I slipped my fingers into her slick, hairless hole, she squirmed around almost out of control when she came. I could feel her orgasm in my pussy too; I was so wet down there. I drew my hand out from her sopping crotch and licked her juice from my fingers.

By this time the windows were all fogged up in her little car so I threw caution to the wind and took down my jeans (now totally nude from the waist down) I slipped off my black pumps and removed my panties. I scooted down in the seat and spread my legs as far as the front seat would allow. Daisy used a fingertip on my clit and spit on her fingers repeatedly. We kissed each other deep, and our tongues fought one another, she had such soft lips. I was so turned on that it didn't take anytime at all for me to come to climax and squirt. Breathing hard and wonderfully satisfied. I put myself back together, but I couldn't find my panties.

"Lose something?" She asked this incredible smile across her flawless face

"Naw...I must not have had any on." And smiled back at her.

"Sure, I know what you mean." We kissed one last time, and I quickly got out of the car.

I was so thrilled I was almost skipping along swinging my bag up in the air with each stride like I just didn't have a care in the world. I waved as she slowly drove by. Her little red car was so cute (whatever it was) with my panties hanging out of the drivers window, she honked her cute little horn and disappeared around the corner as I came to the front of my apartment building and opened the door.

Man! Oh! Man...It had been one hell of a day!

Chapter 2

When I opened the door Teddy was in the shower, I quickly stripped and joined him, he made room for me and told me that Janice had canceled.

"She had to go on a shopping trip."

"Really?" I said.

"Really like she wanted to take you to someplace on a street called rodeo drive in L.A.

I laughed a little and reached down and stroked my mans dick. It didn't take long, and he popped all over me.

"Miss me?" I asked covered in cum. He left me to wash up and got out of the shower. I was clean all the way down to my pussy. My head was full of everything that had happened. When I told Teddy about my new job, he was really excited. So if he can stand the strain maybe, I can too. Hell, the money is bound to be good.

The very next day just before lunch time Teddy and I drove off to my new job at Big Al's. I was a second shift girl actually; I started at 11:30. All the way there in the car he explained to me how famous the club was. All I could think of was Daisy and her pussy.

I left Teddy at the bar talking to the bartender, and I scurried off to the dressing room. I had to get ready, though there wasn't that much to do, really. But it was my first day there. The dressing room is located way back in the back just next to Miss Scrumptious office. There in the middle of the lockers on the top row was an open locker with my name on it. I stood there with this stupid grin on my face when in walked one of the night girls she introduced herself as Jessica, and we talked a bit.

Right off the bat, she said. "Don't go into Miss Scrumptious office alone for any reason and stay away from Daisy." Said Jessica as she stood in the middle of the room. At that exact moment, my manager Miss Scrumptious wandered in with a padlock and two keys in her hand.

"Here these are for you." She handed the lock over and told me that there was a twenty dollar deposit on it, that comes out of your first paycheck, and there are three keys I have one in my desk so don't loose yours, I hate going to the locksmith. Then she sneered at Jessica and turned to walk out. I finally got a real good look at her, and she was mighty big that one. Mostly a large frame as in big bones but with plenty of fat or excuse me flesh to go along with her bulk. Then as she stepped through the doorway, she turned towards me and pointed at Jessica. "Don't believe a word this one says she tells lies lots of big lies." She looked at my companion, and Jessica stuck out her tongue at her which Miss Scrumptious returned to her. They both laughed, but before she closed the door, she added. "I'd like to see you at the end of your shift."

It was a flat statement absolutely nothing was left to my imagination just let's talk later. She blew me a kiss and shut the door. Jessica flew into a rage and threw the closest thing she could lay her hand on a hairbrush and threw it against the door with a crash.

"Fucking bitch!" She said just loud enough to be heard through the door. I could hear Miss Scrumptious laugh in an easy kind of way. We stood there awkwardly for a minute and then I opened my bag and started to fill up my locker with stuff. As Jessica watched, I stripped and put back on my outfit from the night before that is to say the blue kimono that my new boss had given me along with my black bra. The garment was now clean I had to hand washed it three times in the sink before it smelled clean. Slipped on my black classic pumps that I dearly love and started to shut the door of my locker.