Over a period of time working the floor at The Pleasure Palace strip club I had gotten many, many offers for sex OTC, meaning 'outside the club'. I was always wary of these offers even though we were usually talking substantial sums because I could get fired from the club if found out and you were vulnerable to who knows what out alone. I never went for it. Still I felt like I was steering into the unknown and my senses were on high alert.
One day three guys came in late in the afternoon and sat next to the middle of the runway and the first time I danced near them they filled my G-string with cash and asked me to stop by when I was done. They never took their eyes off me and when the song ended I walked over and sat at the table. There were introductions all around and it turned out they were all roommates, I'm guessing around 25 to 35.
They handed out copious compliments that I was by far the hottest girl on the day shift or any shift and I was, in fact, the reason they had come in this particular day. While they were talking I used a move I'd learned from one of the other dancers, putting my hands on two of the guy's thighs next to me and running my fingers back and forth, encouraging one of them to take me private.
Turns out they needed no encouragement.
"We came here today", said Sam, the oldest one, "because we talked and I know this is a little weird but we all agreed we want you to come to our house and would be willing to pay you well for your time."
Now I know how this sounded; three men obviously wanting to have a complete sex romp with me in a private home. Hmmmm. On the surface it screamed absolutely 'no' but Sam put it so charmingly and up front that I listened. One of the things I had wanted to try anyway was multiple partners and this certainly fit the bill.
"Jazmine, we want you to take on all three of us together for two hours and we want liberal privileges as to what we want to do but if at any time you get uncomfortable with anything we will stop whatever it is. We're going to want to role play a bit, or maybe you handle two of us while one watches or however it naturally flows. Oh, and this is important. I need to know you're comfortable with anal too. We will have outfits for you to wear and for that we'll pay you fifteen hundred for the two hours."
I was stunned at what this might entail and more than a little worried but, surprising myself, right away I questioned the amount. "Considering what you're asking, fifteen hundred sounds low. Make it two thousand and I'll start to think about it." I put it at an amount I was sure would end the conversation.
But they were so excited that I might say 'yes' that one look between them was enough to get a go ahead on my price demand. "Let me consider your offer for the rest of my shift today and I'll give you an answer but let me ask you, why me? You could find a much cheaper escort to do all the things you want."
"First of all, other than a lap dance none of us has ever paid for sex or do we have sex with anyone other than our girlfriends. We didn't even come up with this idea until over dinner last night when we were talking about the sexiest and most beautiful women we've ever seen. That's when Cory (pointing to one of the other two guys) suggested you and then, comparing notes we realized that we all felt the same way. The times we've been here none of us can take our eyes off of you, but we decided we wanted more of an experience than a VIP dance. We're not just asking anybody, we're asking you. We want something we'll never forget."
I took a cell number from Sam and told him I'd text an answer by ten that evening. They all thanked me and walked out. On the way Cory slipped a fifty into my G-string.
The rest of the day I ran it through my head, at times thinking it was crazy but other times how it turned me on that I was considered that desirable. In practical terms I'd be fucking three guys and I wanted to try it. Maybe I'd be overwhelmed and unable to handle it or maybe I'd love every minute of it. They were three pretty good looking guys who wanted to have me at any cost. I felt hotter than shit.
My husband, David, and I had dinner, talked about his job (he didn't want to talk about mine), what friends we might hang with on the weekend and other assorted minutiae. For the first time I could see that my full out adventure with sex and my home life were clearly at odds and the compartmentalization was getting emotionally harder to handle. I just craved being the object of lust and when I was home it felt like being on hold till my hunger could be satisfied again. Maybe there really was such a thing as nymphomania.
At about 9:30 I went upstairs to the bathroom and texted Sam: 'Yes, I'll do it but these are my terms. I want $3,000, has to be a weekday, no cameras, no anal.' I was a little skittish about the anal just because David and I had only done it once.
Sam immediately replied, 'Agreed to price, day and no cameras but must have anal. One more thing, Tim's girlfriend found out about this and wants to watch.'
I wasn't completely comfortable with the anal idea but this was about stepping out of my comfort zone. I decided I really needed this to happen now and it was all about risk. I couldn't seem to price myself out of reach so I texted back that I wanted half in advance by the Tuesday before (delivered to me at the club) and I agree to anal and everything stated, even Tim's girlfriend watching.'
'Agreed,' he quickly texted back. 'How about next Thursday at 1pm? We'll provide directions and we need your clothing sizes.'
I texted back my sizes and put my phone down. I started imagining what this would be like and before I had left the bathroom I'd masturbated to climax. Just then David passed by the closed bathroom door asking if I'd "fallen in."
i had upped the stakes. i was exchanging money for sex. There was no other way to put it. i was now officially a prostitute, and a high priced one at that. i was out of my head excited.
I had a week to wait and all I did was anticipate going there and getting my brains fucked out of my head by some very horny guys. I wondered who wanted this more, them or me? I was turned on by the thought of a foursome. I was hot to be their dress up doll and make their fantasies come true. I imagined them jerking off just thinking of doing me. It was strangely empowering.
When Thursday came around I was nothing but raw nerves but I also knew by now that once I was there I'd lose myself in all of it. I already told the strip club I'd be off that day and I left for their home at 11:45am per the directions Sam texted me. Sam offered drinks beforehand if I came prior to the agreed upon start time.
Once I got to the neighborhood I realized these guys had money to burn. The house was huge and in a very exclusive part of the city. Maybe I should have said five thousand?