"Oh, cool. So, like, where'd you work before?"
"No, I mean it's my first day -- anywhere."
"Wow, a virgin. So did anybody tell you the rules?"
"Rules?"
"I guess not. OK, here's the way it works. There are six of us on this shift. We take turns on the stage. When you're up there you do three songs. Basically, you keep your clothes on for the first song, go topless for the second, nude for the third -- but nobody's going to complain if you take stuff off earlier. The rules say don't touch yourself while you're up there. Forget it. Everybody rubs their tits and pussies, some use dildoes, some even do two-girl acts. The rules also say you have to stay on the stage. Don't worry about it. Half the girls sit on the laps of the guys sitting ringside. Remember, your stage time is advertising. You make a few bucks while you're up there, but not enough to live on. The idea is to make the guys want a private dance. Make eye contact. See which guys are looking like they're dying to fuck you. When you get off the stage go to them first and ask if they'd like a dance."
"What are the rule for the private dances?" Kathryn asked.
"Officially? There are semi-private and private dances. The semi-privates are in a pretty dark room with a bunch of couches. You do those topless. Supposedly, you can let the guy touch anything but your tits and pussy. Until you get to know the other girls, follow those rules. Most of them are cool, but some will tell the manager if you let a customer touch your tits. The only reason they care is that they won't let a guy do that unless they sell him a private dance -- which costs twice as much -- and they don't want anybody else giving what they won't.
"In the private rooms, you take everything off. Rules? Just be careful, remember that's just a curtain over the doorway. Otherwise, every girl has her own rules. I don't know any girls that fuck in there -- at least none that have admitted it to me -- but I know girls that suck cock, that let customers eat their pussy, that titty fuck. Everybody lets the guys suck their tits, almost everybody lets them play with their pussies, most will do a masturbation show and a lot of them will jack a guy off."
Kathryn was stunned at the matter-of-fact way Amanda ticked off what was expected of her. "Is there ... is there anything else I should know?"
"Oh, sweetie, I didn't mean to shock you. You'll do fine. Just remember, when you're on stage don't worry about fancy dance moves. There aren't any ballet fans out there. Just take your clothes off, shake your tits and spread your legs."
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Kathryn heard the opening guitar licks of Z.Z. Topp's "Legs," the song she had picked for her opening number. She was so excited at the thought of Michael and Jacqueline and their friends watching her it was almost embarrassing. Her pussy was throbbing, leaking so much that she had wiped herself with a tissue just momemnts ago and yet she still felt like pure liquid between her legs.
"Gentlemen, welcome our newest sexy Crazy Horse dancer -- Kathryn!" the announcer called into the microphone. It was time.
Kathryn strode out onto the stage in a nearly see-through coral camisole and matching thong that showed off her ass and barely covered her shaved pussy. Her eyes swept the audience -- a dozen or so guys at the stage and maybe the same number sitting farther back -- but nobody she recognized. It was difficult to hide her disappointment, but Kathryn knew she must. The group could walk in at any moment and she wanted them to see her turning the club into a sexual firestorm.
Strutting along the length of the stage, Kathryn showed that, like the girl in the song, she had legs and knew how to use them. But when she bent over in front of a middle-aged man with intense eyes, she knew it wasn't her legs that he was studying. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other while she gyrated in time to the music, Kathryn could look back and watch the effect her jiggling ass had on the man. As he reached into his pocket for a tip, she spread her legs wider, letting the lips of her pussy extend beyond the narrow strip of material between her legs. By the end of the song, every man at the stage had put a tip out for her; it was obvious they all wanted her.
As the pounding rhythm of Z.Z. Topp faded and was replaced by Alanis Morissette's slow, haunting "Uninvited," Kathryn stripped off her camisole, dropped to her hands and knees, and crawled along the stage like a spoiled house cat waiting for a treat. With each move, her breasts, covered with the pink blotches of arousal, swayed back and forth. The men loved it -- but not as much as Kathryn when she lowered her chest and dragged her hard nipples across the stage's carpet. The friction made her gasp and there wasn't anyone in the club who couldn't tell that her excitement was real.
When Kathryn reached the end of the stage, she saw that it wasn't just the customers who were watching her. Amanda was right there, fishing a dollar bill out of the waistband of her panties. The young dancer put the bill between her teeth and leaned toward the stage. Kathryn held one breast to each of the girl's cheeks, then pulled slowly away from her, the bill caught in her cleavage. Amanda smiled up at her, then ran her tongue along the underside of Kathryn's breast before bestowing a wet kiss on her nipple.
As Kathryn leaned forward to kiss her, Amanda whispered, "Sweetie, you're going to do just fine, they all want to fuck you, hell, I want to fuck you."
"Then do it. Come up on stage for my last song and fuck me with a dildo."
While Kathryn finished her second song, Amanda raced backstage, ready to make her entrance when the first notes of "I Want You to Want Me" blared from the club's speakers. By the time Amanda made her way through the curtains, Kathryn was completely naked, her thong wrapped around a man's head, pulling his face against her thigh.
The customers' eyes were all focused on Kathryn, but when they saw Amanda approach her from behind, swinging a dildo by a strap, they knew they were in for an even better show. As Kathryn continued to rub the man's face against her thigh, the brunette pressed up against her from behind. Sliding her free hand around, she cupped one of Kathryn's breasts and caressed its satiny softness.
"Doesn't she have beautiful tits?" Amanda asked the customers by the stage. "And they feel even better. Mmmm, such nice hard nipples.
Kathryn leaned back against her new friend and enjoyed the sensation her fingers were causing. "Want to see me fuck her?" Amanda asked. Amid a wave of cheers and whistles, Amanda lowered Kathryn to the stage, pread her legs and slid a finger deep into her pussy.
Draing the finger out, she looked at one of the customers and said, "I brought some lube to use but I don't think we'll need it -- look at this." Juices from Kathryn's pussy were dripping off her finger, which she licked and sucked before sliding it back inside Kathryn. "Guys, you can't believe how good she tastes."
This time when Amanda drew her finger out she immediately replaced it with the dildo, causing Kathryn to cry out. "That's right, sweetie, let me fuck you," she whispered, "but don't come -- make them get a private dance to see that."
It was pure bliss for Kathryn, this gorgeous girl ravaging her pussy with a dildo while a couple dozen men watched her. Oh, if only Michael and Jacqueline could see her now. The thought of that made her rock her hips faster, bucking hard against the dildo. She felt her muscles tensing and knew that just a few more strokes would have her gushing all over the stage. But Amanda sensed that, too, and stopped moving her hand. While she kissed Kathryn on the mouth, Amanda slipped the dildo out of her, stood and strode off the stage as the audienced clapped wildly.
As the music ended, Kathryn gathered her camisole and thong, waved to the audience and disappeared by the curtain.
"You were fucking fabulous, sweetie!" Amanda said. "You're going to have your pick of those guys for private dances. Come on, let's go."
