"You want a ride?" A beautiful blonde asked, pulling up to the pavement, where I was stood, quailing in the rain.
From the moment I saw her, I knew she was the one. She was the girl in the strip club who had pulled me to her and kissed me – put her hand as far into my underwear as she could, to slip the many notes between my legs.
"It all depends on who's paying." I smiled back, cheekily, pressing a hand onto the door handle.
"Doesn't matter what kind of ride I'm giving you, I'm paying." She winked back.
"I think I can forget about any money switching hands, if you play nicely." I answered, slipping my drenched body in the front passenger seat.
"How much do you charge, then? I NEVER play nicely." She replied, darkly, laughing and stroking my leg.
"That's okay. I HATE playing nicely, too." I grinned.
"Come on now, baby, enough with the teasing – let's go have some fun. I want to hear you scream."
About ten minutes of silent driving ensued until we finally arrived at her house. I was shocked to notice that her street was only a block away from mine. As she parked up in her drive and led me to her front door I thought of the situation I'd found she and I in only hours beforehand.
I was a pole dancer but, if the price was right I'd also strip at private parties and (if the price was even higher) I'd sleep with clients. I was the most popular sex worker in the whole of California – not bad for a girl brought up in Wales who'd relocated to California when she turned sixteen. The reason why I was most popular was because I knew how to move my body and get every man's dick so hard they'd be tears popping out the corner of their eyes, and I knew how to make every woman (lesbian, straight or bisexual) climax and orgasm in their chairs, just from a single touch.
This woman – Starr her name was – had strode into the club, taken the front most seat and watched me for an hour, before shoving a fist full of double digit notes into my underwear, pressing and rubbing against my clit as she did so. Starr was a slutty beauty – the type of girl I worked with and loved to play with. She had huge breasts – most probably fake I assumed, since each boob was as big as my head, not kidding! She was fit and firm and had gorgeous blonde hair. Her eyes were the brightest blue and her arse was huge and taut, her whole body (which she'd dressed with the tiniest blue denim shorts and a white blouse tied under her breasts to show off her fantastic midriff) was tanned and hairless. From the first time I saw her I couldn't take my eyes off her – wanting to tear her clothes off and fuck her with every inch of my being.
"You're so WET." Starr smiled, grabbing the hem of my skirt and pulling me against her.
I was wearing a black pencil skirt and a purple, satin blouse. Underneath them I still wore the sexy lingerie I'd worn during the show. All my clothing was soaked and sticking to my body. My nipples were erect, half because of the rain, half because of how sexy Starr was, and how, every time she touched me she turned me on. My panties were soaked through thanks to the amount of cum I produced every time I thought of holding those huge breasts and nibbling at her hard, stiff nipples ...
"We should take them off." She whispered, shoving me against the wall and kissing me roughly.
"Mine will go off, if yours do." I replied, breaking the kiss only for a second, running my hands through her thick, straight blonde locks of hair.
She grabbed me against her and I pressed my whole body against hers, making it easier for her to reach the zip of my skirt. Like an animal she tore it off before ripping the buttons of my blouse to reveal my small breasts, covered in a white, frilly see-through bra. She pressed a finger against my nipple whilst reaching another hand to stroke my pussy through the light material of my panties.
"I didn't know the rain could get to THIS part of you." She smiled, satisfyingly, pinching my nipple and licking my neck.
She began nibbling at my neck and the soft skin of my collarbone, her head in between my little breasts, both of her hands occupied in slipping my panties off. After she'd succeeded getting me in nothing but my high heels and bra she moved her hands to my breasts again, cupping them in her hands and squeezing them, my nipples allowed to protrude through the gap between her finger and thumb.
"I love your breasts, they're so tiny!" She grinned, pulling my arms out of the straps and pulling the bra down to reveal my breasts. "And your nipples are so hard!" She gasped, flicking them.
They were so hard, in fact, that every time she flicked them, I winced in pain. She unclipped my bra, threw it to the pile of my clothes we were standing in and began to lick and nibble my nipples, loving the way I winced and shuddered every time she touched them. With one hand she began to squeeze my left nipple, pinching it a twisting it and pulling it, whilst she nibbled and bit the other one. Her other hand was travelling down my body, touching and squeezing, making her way down to my pussy. She took one finger and pressed it into my clit, rubbing it in circles. I shuddered and gasped, the pain of my rock solid nipples being chewed and my clit being played with hurt me, but in the most delicious sense.
"Get your clothes off!" I ordered, grabbing her ass and pulling her against me, forcing her to stand straight.
She was so much taller than me – my head rose just above her breasts – they were pressing into my neck and I could feel her huge, stiff nipples stabbing into me. I wanted nothing more to get her naked and bite them ferociously.
Starr slammed me against the wall and slapped me around the face. I stared at her smirking face, and I smiled back, shoving my hands down her shorts and pinching her sexy, firm arse.
"I make the rules around here." She stated, her low, sexy voice darker. "Get out of my hallway and into my kitchen, bitch. When I feel it's time to get naked, I'll get naked. In the mean time I want to fiddle with you and make you cry. When I get naked, I'm gonna make you scream."
She grabbed my hair and dragged me to the kitchen, slamming my body onto the kitchen table. From out of a kitchen draw she pulled out some duck tape. I was filled with anticipation – more cum pouring out of my pussy and my nipples searing with pain as they grew harder and harder – something I didn't think possible at that time. She began by duck taping one leg to a kitchen table, and then the other, before doing the same to my hands. I panicked – I wouldn't be able to touch her if I was stuck like that.
Suddenly she was between my legs again, stroking them with long, thin manicured hands, making her way to my pussy. She shoved her head against it and breathed in before licking up my juices on her table, her hair brushing against my pussy.
"Stupid bitch, you've got my hair sticky." She smirked, pinching my clit, roughly, her nails digging in.