Anita Reaming Free Spirit

Free Spirit

An Anita Reaming Mystery

By Magda McKune

Chapter 1

It had been a busy night at Big Jack's Gentleman's club. I liked it that way. It made the evening go fast. And as a topless waitress, you tend to get better tips with a big crowd. There's a higher energy level for the topless pole dancers as well. Of course, you get your ass and tits groped more, but that just goes with the territory. One cannot parade around a bunch of horny drunks wearing nothing but a narrow thong and high heels without having your flesh fondled a bit.

As it neared midnight, the patrons began to grow fewer and the customers less rowdy. I also liked that time of night as well. It gave me a chance to flirt with the clients and play around a bit more when we were not so busy. I could single out some young lad who had never been to a tittie bar before and sit on his lap, drape my arms around his neck and give him a good gander of my 34-inch boobies up close and personal. It always amused me. Inexperienced young boys never knew whether to brazenly feel my bare chest and ass or try to act cool and casual as if having a sexy naked brunette come on to them was an everyday occurrence. Or I would find a lonely guy and offer him some extra attention. Sometimes men came to topless bars not to ogle and leer, but to appreciate the female form in all its glory. And we sure had some beautiful sexy ladies that could more than adequately fill that need.

I glanced up at the elevated stage to see my housemate and lover Laymee twirling around a silver pole, her long silky black hair whipping about her bare shoulders and back. She was a gorgeous Asian gal, slender and tanned with petite boobs and a tight little ass. And she was one wild and satisfying lover. The girl freely admitted she was a nymphomaniac and it was all I could do to satisfy her carnal appetite. That was why I encouraged her to have other lovers - men and women alike in order to quell her lust and give me an occasional rest.

But there was no doubt in either of our hearts and minds that we loved each other as deeply as two beings could. Though we each had sex with other partners, we always knew we would end up in each other's arms when it was over. Laymee and I met at the club and arranged to share a house together. But we soon fell in love and became partners, exploring all that our bodies could give and receive. We held no illusion that we would still want to make love to men as well. Hey, loving a woman is great, but there was no substitute for a nice piece of cock meat between your legs. And with so many naked ladies parading around the club in the buff, we most certainly had to bed them on occasion as well. A three or four-way orgy with the sexy chicks from Big Jack's was not an unusual occurrence. But the girls all knew Laymee and I were a couple and never tried to come between us.

Yes, Laymee and I had the perfect relationship. We found love in each other's arms and sex with whomever happened to get us aroused.

I was carrying a tray of empty bottles and glasses to the bar when my eye caught sight of a beautiful blonde woman sitting by herself at a table. She was staring at me with a wry smile across her lips. The lady was wearing a lavender short sleeve blouse and a white skirt that fell halfway to her knees. She had a very pretty face and nice figure, her ash blonde hair hanging a few inches past her shoulders.

It was not so rare to see a lady at a gentleman's club. Big Jack's wasn't your typical club. Our membership was not restricted to solely the male gender. All one had to do was flash some cash at the front door and sign our membership book and wham! You're a bona fide member of the club.

Sometimes ladies came alone or in groups to the club. I reckon it was so they could live out their fantasies of what it would be like to bare it all as a thong-wearing waitress or entertain the crowd as a sensuous pole dancer. Or maybe they came to ogle female flesh like the male patrons. Hey, to each their own. I sure didn't mind leering at some of the hot honeys we had working at our quaint little tittie bar myself.

I strolled over to the woman and smiled cordially at her. "Can I get you anything?"

The lady responded, "I'm fine thanks." She regarded me thoughtfully. "You're Anita Reaming, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am." I set my tray on her table. "Do I know you?"

"No."

"But you seem to know me."

The blonde offered a knowing smile. "I must confess, I asked the other girls about you."

"Oh really?" I rested my hip against her table. "Why is that?"

"Because I'm interested in you."

I leaned closer to her and placed my palm on the table, my chest dangling before her. "Anything in particular that you find especially interesting?"

The woman glanced at my tits and returned a wide smile. "A couple of things come to mind."

"Is that all?"

"I simply find you quite stimulating."

I smiled demurely at her. "Any woman who finds me stimulating definitely piques my curiosity."

The blonde glanced at my titties hanging before her. "Looks like something besides your curiosity is getting peaked. Your nipples are hard as pencil erasers."

I grinned seductively. "I can't help it. You seem to have that effect on me."

"I'm flattered. It's not very often I get such an immediate and visibly pleasing reaction from women."

I straightened and rested my hand on my hip. "I sincerely doubt that."

The lady offered her hand to me. "Forgive me for being so rude. My name is Candy. Candy Dancer."

I accepted her shake. "I'm pleased to meet you."

"Now that we are formally introduced, is there somewhere we can be alone?"

Wow. This hot chick didn't waste any time. You got to respect a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it. "There are some booths in back where can we give customers a lap dance."

"Sounds perfect."

"You want me to give you a lap dance?"

Candy's eyes twinkled with delight. "Sure! I've never had a sexy woman give me a lap dance before."

I didn't know why it surprised me like it did. I've given plenty of ladies lap dances before, but never to a girl as attractive as she. This chick was a real knockout and I would eagerly hump her bones for free if she asked me to.

I smiled and jerked my head to the back of the room. "Come on. Let's go." We stopped by the bar long enough for me to drop off my tray of empties. I caught the attention of the big-titted blonde bartender. "Muffy, I'll be in back for a short while."

The woman eyed my pretty companion and gave a knowing grin. "Have fun!"

I led Miss Dancer down a corridor past the bathrooms and a changing room for us girls to a large room in the back. It was sectioned off into eight-foot square booths with a red pleated curtain across the front. I ushered my client into a booth and drew the curtain closed behind us. "Have a seat," I offered. Candy sat on the padded bench at the rear of the booth as I adjusted the speaker on the wall. It let in the same music that was playing out in the front room but not so loud.

I raised my arms and piled my dark tresses atop my head and began rocking my hips to the beat. "You ever have a lap dance before?" I asked.

"No."

"Then I better make this one the best I can." I turned my back to her and swayed my ass to her face. "So why the interest in me?"

"You are a very sexy woman. You excite me."

I leered at her over my shoulder. "Honey, you ain't seen nothin' yet!" I dropped my arms and twirled around twice, stopping to face her. I leaned toward her and cupped my tits in my palms, my body rocking to the rhythm of the music. "I promise, you're about to get a whole lot more excited."

Candy clamped her knees together and held the bench with her hands at her sides. "I have absolutely no doubt about that."

I lowered to my knees and leaned back, arching my spine and jutting my boobs to the ceiling. "You like my titties, Candy?"

"Hell, yes."

I straightened and leaned forward, resting my hands on her knees. I grinned up at her and swayed my body to the music. "You want to feel my titties, Candy?"

She stared at me without expression. "Yes."

I rose to stand, my hands on her knees and breasts hanging before her. "Feel my tits." Candy raised her hands and tenderly caressed my soft full mounds. "Oh yes," I exhaled lustfully. "You have such a gentle touch."

"You are a very sexy woman."

"I happen to think you're pretty hot yourself."

The girl grinned lustfully, her fingers groping my hanging hooters. "I want you to come home with me."

I straightened and moved my legs to straddle her lap. "You got to respect a woman who knows what she wants."

"In fact; I want you to sleep with me."

I sat on her lap facing her. I rested my arms on her shoulders and regarded the woman with a demure smile. "That's rather forward of you to say."

Candy slid her hands down my sides to grope my ass. "As you said, I'm a woman who knows what she wants."

"Before I say yes to sleeping with you, I need to have a sample of what you have to offer." I leaned closer and pressed my lips to hers. Candy groped my rear, her tongue snaking into my mouth. I kissed her hungrily. I was really getting hot for this woman and I could tell she was interested in me. I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her mouth tighter to mine. I knew at that instant that we would be sharing a bed before the night was over.

I kissed her neck under her left ear. "I always dance better when the customer is completely at ease." I leaned back and eyed her lustfully as my fingers unfastened the buttons down the front of her blouse.

Candy slid her hands up my naked back. "I don't know if you're making me more comfortable or not."

"Do I make you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, just excited as hell."

I nuzzled her neck. "That's good." I opened the front of her blouse and groped her chest in the lace brassiere. "You have nice tits."

"So do you."

I leaned back and smiled seductively at her. "Let me see what else you have." I rose from her lap and took a step back, kneeling on the carpet in front of her. I slid my hands over her thighs and up under her short skirt. I leered up at her. "Do I excite you?"

"Hell yes."

I moved my hands under her skirt to her hips. "Do I get you wet?"

"Ho yeah. Very wet."

I hooked my fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and tugged them down her legs. "I'll have to see that for myself." Candy raised her rear of the bench seat and allowed me to peel her briefs off her legs. I set them on the floor beside me. I parted her legs with my hands and slid my fingers along the insides of her thighs to her crotch. My fingers brushed her pubic muff and the soft delicate folds of her vagina. "Ooh, you are wet!"

"Damn, you are so erotic," she breathed lustfully.

"Have you ever made love to a woman before?"

"A couple of times."

I eased her legs wider with my hands. "Then you wouldn't mind if I eat your pussy, do you?"

"No."

I grinned up at her and pushed her skirt to her waist. "Beg me."

"What?"

"Bed me to eat your pussy."

Candy stared down at me. "Please eat my pussy, Anita."

I moved my face closer to her cunt and flicked my tongue out, lightly tickling the soft delicate folds. The woman gasped and shuddered. I licked her again, my tongue swirling over and around her damp vagina.

"Oh yes," she moaned, raking her fingers through my dark tresses. "That feels great."

I slid my hands between her legs and spread her pussy lips wider with my thumbs. My tongue probed into her damp snatch and tickled the sensitive nub of her clitoris. The girl trembled in my hands. "You taste so delicious," I murmured into her cunt. "So wet and juicy."

"Oh yes," she panted, her hands pulling my face tighter to her twat. "You make me so wet."

"Tell me how wet I'm making you."

"So damn wet!"

I lapped her hungrily, my fingers rubbing her clitoris as my tongue probed her vaginal lips. "Are you going to cum?"

"Oh yes," she mewed. "I'm going to cum."

"Cum in my mouth."

"Oh, fuck yes!"

I probed one finger into her damp slit and I flicked my tongue over her clit. "Cum in my mouth."

"I'm cumming... oh yes... oh God yes... YES!" Her body suddenly shuddered and jerked, a flow of nookie nectar gushing from her sated slit. I lapped up every delicious drop, the woman writhing and gasping breathlessly as she climaxed onto my probing tongue. At last, she collapsed on the bench, spent and content.

I leaned back on my heels and grinned up at her. "You okay, honey?"

Candy smiled dreamily. "I'm wonderful." She tenderly stroked her fingers through my hair. "You are definitely coming home with me tonight."

I grinned and rose to my feet, her panties dangling from my fingers. "Then we certainly won't be needing these." I set her briefs on a shelf by her head. "Come on," I smiled, offering her a hand up. "Let's blow this joint."

Candy stood and took me into an intimate embrace. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her hands groped my bare butt cheeks. "You are one sensuous and exciting woman," she leered.

"Is that why you were stalking me?" I grinned.

"No, but now that I've had a taste of your talents, I certainly will be." Her mouth met mine in a long passionate kiss. "I want to fuck you so badly, Anita," she panted into my mouth.

I slid my hands down her hips and under her skirt to feel her bare ass. "Save some of that for later, baby. I wouldn't want you to wear out too soon."

The woman grinned at me seductively. "Don't you worry about that!"

I led the way from the back room to the hallway and stopped at the door to the dancers' dressing room. "Go have a drink out front," I said. "I need to change into my street clothes."

Candy caressed my loosely hanging boob with her fingers. "You're not going to come home with me like this?"

"I won't be leaving naked, but I'm quite certain I'll eventually end up that way."

"You got that right."

She kissed me and left me alone. I entered the dressing room to find my partner and roommate Laymee changing into her pink blouse and denim jeans. "Hey, baby," I smiled, giving her a smooch on the cheek. "I have a date tonight, so you can have my car if you want."

Laymee slipped her feet into her sandals. "Me too. I was about to tell you that Muffy wanted to have sex tonight. You know I'm always up for some sex with that bit-titted blonde."

My friend freely admitted that she was a certified nymphomaniac. "You're up for sex with anyone, anytime, anywhere."

"You got that right."

I pulled off my thong and stepped into a short black miniskirt. Laymee moved to me and took me into a warm hug. "Have fun tonight."

"You too." She kissed me softly on the lips and left.

I walked into the front room wearing a black miniskirt and a tight light blue tee shirt. I never wore panties or a brassiere. After strutting my stuff for drunk leering strangers all night, what did I care if the salesclerk at the convenience store got a gander of my nipples through a revealing top? Plus, I was glad to be rid of that damned thong. It made me feel like I had a wedgie up the crack of my ass. And living with a perpetually-horny nymphomaniac like Laymee, undergarments only got in the way when we were in the mood for some quick gratuitous sex, which was most nights after we got off from work. Staring at female flesh all evening and being pawed and groped by lecherous customers usually served to keep our overly active libidos in overdrive.

Candy sat with her legs crossed at the knees, her skirt hiked up to her crotch. I sauntered sexily over to her and sat in the chair at her side. "Hello baby," I cooed seductively, draping my arm across her back. "You doing anything tonight?"

The woman smiled with amusement. "Actually, I'm waiting for someone."

I rested my free hand on her knee. "Is this person hot for your sexy body?"

"I'm pretty sure she is, yes."

I slid my hand up her leg to the hem of her skirt. "Does she know how to satisfy a woman?"

Candy nodded with a grin. "I'm pretty sure about that too."

I leaned closer, my lips near to her ear. "Was she going to fuck you tonight?"

"I was hoping she would."

I flicked my tongue out and traced the tip along the edge of her ear. "To hell with your friend," I exhaled lustily, my breath hot on the side of her face. "Let's go back to your place and fuck."

Candy turned her head and pressed her lips to mine. She uncrossed her legs and brought her hand up to fondle my breast in the tight tee shirt. I slipped my hand under her skirt and touched my fingertips to the soft delicate folds of her damp vagina. The woman expelled her breath into my mouth. "Let's get out of here." She rose to stand and picked up her clutch purse from the table. "My car is out front." I followed her out the front door to the parking lot. "Are you going to get into trouble for leaving early?" Candy asked.

"Nope. I told Muffy the bartender I was cutting out. After midnight, the crowd thins out anyway. Ruby and Sally and Amber can handle the rest of the customers." Candy led the way to a brand-new red Mercedes. "Sweet ride," I nodded with approval.

My companion returned a bright smile as she pressed the button on a remote device to unlock the doors. "Hop in."

I climbed into the passenger side as my hostess slid behind the wheel. The car was roomy with soft cream-colored leather seats and that fresh new car smell. I was glad I didn't offer her a ride in my tiny blue Honda Civic.

She started the car and pulled from the lot. "Let me guess," I grinned. "Bags of old family money but you're not one for hobnobbing with the snobs in high society."

Candy flashed me a knowing smile. "How did you guess?"

"A woman drives a car worth more than I make in a year to a tittie bar. Not exactly the behavior of your typical society's elite."

Miss Dancer laughed. "You have me pegged on both counts. My father made millions on wise investments at the dawn of the dot-com craze. He was also smart enough to get out before they went bust. My father died several years ago and now it's only me, all alone." Candy glanced at me and offered a wry smile. "I don't feel comfortable going stag to those snobbish parties."

I rested my hand on her knee. "Lady, if I had known you were rich and lonely from the get-go, I'd have been the one stalking you, not the other way around."

The woman looked at me and back out the windshield at the darkened road. "Would it have made a difference?"

"Of course not, darling. You are a very sexy and beautiful woman. I promise I will never ask you for anything. Except maybe for you to take your clothes off."

Candy laughed and dropped her hand from the steering wheel onto my hand top her leg. "You don't know how happy that makes me."

I gave her leg a squeeze. "Lover-girl, making you happy is what this night is all about!"

Chapter 2

My jaw dropped as we steered up a long driveway to the stately Dancer Mansion. The building was huge - two stories with thirty rooms at least. "You live in this place all by yourself?" I gaped incredulous.

"Yes. I have a housekeeper who comes in the afternoons. No maid or butler, I'm afraid. And since it's only me, I didn't see any need to hiring a cook either."

"I sort of know what you mean. I'm a carry-out meals kinda gal myself."

We climbed out and ascended the steps to the double oak front doors. Candy let us in and switched on the light. I felt like I was on a stage set for Cinderella. The floor of the foyer was gray marble and a huge crystal chandelier hung overhead. The entryway was almost as big as my entire house. A suit of armor stood to our right and heraldic tapestries and weapons decorated the walls. "Doesn't exactly have a woman's touch," I observed dryly.

Candy led me into a side room. It had dark paneling on the walls and red leather furniture. Some sort of parlor, I imagined. "My father was the one who decorated the house," she explained. "After he died, I couldn't decide what I wanted to do with this place. I didn't want to sell it or drastically change things around here, you know? I suppose it's my way of preserving a connection between me and my father. If I remind myself of my family, perhaps I won't feel so alone here." Candy moved behind a bar on our right. "Cocktail?"