This story is a prequel to my story 'The Pool Party,' which is already published in nonconsent/reluctance. This story stands on its own, and there is no need to read 'A Pool Party' before you read this story.
While's it's primarily a first time story, it does have an element of group sex inside it, so please be forewarned. All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.
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A Pool Party: The Prequel
Alexis knew from an early age what her Mom did for a living. The official line was that she was an entertainer, a dancer. She danced down at the Kinky Keg, a bar in the countryside, just outside the town's borders. From the outside it looked a bit dilapidated, but on the inside, it gleamed. It had a smooth dance floor, a stage, and chromium plated poles extending from the floor to the ceiling. It also had one cross bar, running between two poles.
The Kinky Keg had a few pole dancers, but everyone's favorite was a woman in her early 30s, with the body of a teenager, known as 'Shakem Sharon." As the evening would wear on, Sharon would lose more and clothes, little by little, until finally she was dancing in pasties and a G string. She lived up to her name, too, as her naturally large boobs bounced around with her movements.
Sharon Johnson had a good figure, healthy hair, soft, smooth, blemish free skin, a pretty face, and an incandescent smile. As if that were not enough, she was also a good dancer, with graceful moves combined with a natural acrobatic athleticism.
There was a tip jar with Sharon's name on it, and typically it was filled with dollar bills. Sharon was paid a salary, of course, and it came with excellent health insurance, while from the tip jar she usually cleared around an extra $50 per night. This was not quite enough to support herself and her daughter, Alexis.
Usually, a half hour before closing, if nobody in authority were around, Sharon would ask a bar patron to bite off her pasties. She would get on the stage and peel off her G string. When that happened, one could hear the huge cheers even from the far end of the parking lot, outside the bar.
Sharon would then sexily climb the poles and leap onto the cross bar. She played to the all-male audience by hanging from the bar in such a way as to expose all of her charms to their raucous viewing pleasure. She never did this if there were a cop or a government agent in the audience, or if there were a woman. She never got busted for indecent exposure. The nights she was featured at the Keg, a crowd would pack the place, and management treated Sharon like the valuable asset she was.
When the show ended, men waved bills in their hands, and she would don her bra and panties and walk around the tables to accept tips and complements from the men. If the tips were big enough, she let the men put the bills wherever they wanted to put them. It was at this time she would receive several offers of ways to increase her night's earning, and sometimes if the offer was big enough, and if the man were clean, she would accept. There was a nice room in the back for such occasions. This extra money made the difference between healthy food for herself and her daughter, or the cat food alternative.
Sharon's teenage daughter Alexis did not explicitly know any of these details, but she understood the big picture. She was teased about it enough in school. Her mother's occupation was a source of grief for Alexis due to her nasty classmates, but she was nevertheless proud of her Mom, who as it turned out was a clever businesswoman.
For several years now, some clients of Sharon decided to give their sons a present around their 18th birthday. The present would be an evening with Sharon at her trailer, where she and her only child, her daughter Alexis, lived. Sharon even offered a 'student discount' to encourage the trade. Every boy in the high school looked forward to 'his treat' which the boy's father would arrange to happen shortly after his 18th birthday.
Usually Sharon would warn Alexis in advance, and she would go to a friend's home for the night; typically she went to the home of her friend Mary, a few trailers away in the trailer park. Alexis and Mary would have fun gabbing into the early hours of the morning.
Sometimes they would get into mischief, too, as teenage girls occasionally are wont to do, such as finding out which boy was losing his virginity to Lexie's mother that very night. The next day at school it was easy to tell whether or not they had guessed right. Boys are different the day after their first night of wild, unbridled sex. One thing was sure: Sharon gave them a night they would never, ever forget.
The boys also looked at Lexie differently, too. After all, she was the sexpot daughter of the MILF who had sent them to sexual heaven and back. If Lexie's Mom could give them pleasure like that, what could they expect from Lexie herself?
In addition, Lexie was a near perfect replica of her Mom, and their bodies were almost identical. Since the boys had carefully studied (and enjoyed) her naked Mom, they felt that they knew what Alexis would look like naked, and they enjoyed undressing her in their minds. It gave Alexis the creeps.
As far as Alexis was concerned, they were destined never to know how similar or not she was to her Mom. They would never, never, never, ever know. To have a good time with her Mom meant that particular boy would never have a chance with Lexie. Alexis never made mistakes, either.
Lexie's mother sometimes called her daughter, with affection in her voice, 'my little mistake.' Like all children who have a loving nickname from their parents, Lexie loved it when her Mom called her 'My Little Mistake,' even if now that she was older, she had a good idea of the significance of that nickname.
Lexie once had a father. He was a year older than her mother Sharon, and he volunteered for the army on his 18th birthday. He went to basic training, and then was shipped off to a foreign war when Lexie was three. He never returned. Lexie's Mom fell into a deep depression, and Lexie was partially raised by her grandmother, until she was five. During her sixth year of life her grandfather had a bit too much to drink and both of her grandparents did not survive the messy car crash.
Lexie was five and her mother was 20 years old, and without income or resources. Sharon's parents' estate, such as it was, was wiped out in the subsequent lawsuits following the car crash. That was when Lexie's Mom Sharon took the name 'Shakem Sharon Johnson,' and went to work dancing at the Kinky Keg just outside of town. She had been dancing there, on and off, for well-nigh thirteen long years.
