Charlene walked apprehensively down the sunny street away from the hotel where she had been abandoned, fully appreciating how serious was her situation. She had no money, no purse, no phone, and no way to cover up. Her brown knit dress covered little of her tits and less of her legs and if she bent over, anyone looking could see her white panties. Anyone looking up her skirt could see that the panties were dirty, even though her pussy was freshly showered. The brown knit dress itself was dirty, sweaty, and reeked of dried come and pussy juice. The dress seemed to have had a better party than she did, Charlene thought. In the coming hours she would have to walk at least five miles to get back to her apartment and she knew perfectly well that every wise-ass and would-be player between here and there was going to hit on her or worse. Then, once she walked all the way home, the tanned young woman still had to dance all night for the customers at the club. It was a good thing she was healthy, young, and fit and at least had had a chance to wash her body this morning. It was not so great that she was almost naked and dressed like a whore.
She walked along, conscious of the attention she was getting from passersby and the scowls of some of the people in front of their houses or on the balconies of their apartments. The sun was warm already and Charlene knew it would be hot later on today.
Some memories of the night before came back to her.
* * *
Charlene closed her eyes and enjoyed a fluttery feeling in her cunt as the sexy stranger thrust into her from behind. She was lying on her side on the bed, arm stretched over her head, top leg crossed in front. Her new lover was lying behind her and holding her tightly by the tit as he pushed in between her legs. His angle pointed each thrust at her sweet spot. This was her fifth come tonight and she was slick with jism and anticipation of more. This new position was good for him and better for her.
This new lover was not only a hot fuck, he was gallant as well. He had wrapped her in his own coat last night to keep her looking decent.
***
She had left the club wearing her obscene little dress. The tan knit ribbed non-fashion statement was about two sizes too small for her, the hemline came halfway up her thigh, the oversize armholes showed the sides of her boobs and the top was so low they barely covered her areola. There was not much of her body that didn't show through the clingy fabric. Her nipples jutted out on top, her flat tummy stretched the fabric so much you could tell where her belly button was, and her mound swelled underneath. Her tanned legs were bare except for her high heels, which slowed her down. If she bent over, anyone could see that she wore nothing under her dress except white panties. Anyone could also see that this Arizona-born honey had a tan all over her body.
Charlene hadn't worn the revealing brown knit dress to cause trouble. It just happened to be handy that night. Just a covering to go to work in. She hadn't expected to go out after work. To go home, she only had to walk across the back alley to her apartment building so she usually didn't wear much to the club. Neither did Deidre, her roommate and the new club manager. But the alley was narrow and the path was short and sometimes it was just easier to walk over in their skimpy work clothes. Once or twice, Charlene and Deidre had even walked across in their underwear. Why get all dressed when you're just going to take it off? Their costumes were waiting for them in their lockers.
The skimpy little brown dress wasn't even clean. In a hurry, she had picked it up off the floor in the closet, where it had been thrown to take to the dry cleaners.
***
This guy was funny, good-looking and had a big cock -- she knew because he had waved it at Charlene while she was dancing. Charlene decided to all him "the dude". He had been sitting in a corner during her striptease. While the Billy the bouncer was looking in the other direction, he had whipped it out and waved it at her. Later, he had paid for eight dances in the VIP room and while she was lap dancing she had let him paw her breasts and grope her ass, which was against the rules but made it all worthwhile. In the dressing room later, after she had finished her sets and done her lap dances in costume, she had pulled her skimpy dress back on -- it took her about five seconds - and was about to go across the alley back to their apartment. The same guy showed up backstage. Must have slipped Billy fifty bucks -- that was how guys usually got backstage.
A little fast talking and he had a date. Charlene saw right his pick-up line but appreciated the effort he made. Charlene could see that he had been powerfully turned on by her routine. His erect dick had looked pretty damn good to her and now was outlined in his tight pants. Every month at this time Charlene would start feeling even more horny than usual. The dude had caught her at the right time and she was so sexually energized by her dance in front of two dozen sex-hungry men that she just had to get some relief. She made a snap decision to go with the dude.
***