If you follow my stories you know I have a condescending attitude towards women in general. And, that women are a treacherous lot.
Jimmy was suspicious of his wife Jessica cheating on him. It went way beyond cheating and I had gotten involved myself. Jimmy hadn't called for a couple of days. That was a big relief to me because I couldn't decide to tell Jimmy that his wife working under the nickname Brandi at the bar was really quite a whore.
I showed up the following night at the bar after the blowjob at Jessica's little hideout that Jimmy had no idea existed. Passing up the chance to fuck her in fear of getting some kind of penis rot had me at odds with my own self.
That kind of feeling is why I say women rule the world through a guy's penis. I usually don't go for the Jessica type, but her Brandi cover name and the character she becomes after Jimmy leaves are real fucking intriguing. Cheating on her husband makes her naughty. Working in a nude bar serving drinks makes her even more naughty with all the naked ladies on the stage.
Then when hubby leaves and she turns whorish really gets to me. My ex-wife went cock crazy and even went to the black cock. This little babe really does it because she enjoys the fuck and is stashing cash that guys voluntarily give her.
I'm afraid the next time I get the offer I won't be able to say no. I'm even more afraid I may have to pay to fix Jimmy's old truck to get to fuck her.
Jimmy had done his usual routine in sitting around watching his wife at the bar and then leaving at 10:30 to go to work. He didn't act like he knew me. Or, maybe knew me too well. Anyway, he left with no acknowledgement I was even there.
I'd been over to the bar a couple of times for the diet coke and getting slammed for not drinking hard liquor by Brandi. When I got back to the table this last time I looked up and there was the fancy pants guy across the room staring at me.
After just dropping a grand to fuck Brandi is he possibly back for more? The guy either has a serious problem or a serious bank account. He walked over to my table and sat down.
"How you been?" I asked.
"Fine. I couldn't get that girl out of my head. I need to fuck her again. Do you think I could help with her rent like she said? Fuck her for another thousand?"
"Don't you know there is cheaper pussy to be had than that? I'm sure for a couple of hundred there are some other girls in here that could be had."
"This is my last night here. May never be back again. Besides, if you could fuck her once or one of the others five times for the same money what would you do?"
"I told you before, I really don't know her. And, I don't even know your name."
"Harold, my name is Harold." he shouted over the loud music. God Damn it I hate loud music. Loud music and movies with little kids and monkeys in them.
"Okay, Harold. I'll go ask as soon as I take a piss. These diet cokes are going right through me."
I got up and crossed the room to the hallway to the restrooms. I liked the restrooms here because they took you past the dressing rooms for the dancers. Even though they go on stage nude I get a kick of seeing on of them getting dressed or a flash of pussy or tit.
Done at the urinal, I washed my hands and headed back down the hall hoping to catch a peek. Right across from the dressing room door was one marked office. Without warning the door flung open and Brandi grabbed me by my belt and pulled me inside. There was a desk, a file cabinet, and a couple of chairs. There was also a twin size bed.
Brandi started grabbing at her clothes. "Get undressed. I see our buddy with the money is back. I figure he wants some more pussy and knowing how you are about sloppy seconds I thought I'd better get to you now."
"What? We're going to have sex in this office?"
"This office has had plenty of sex in it sweetie. And, you're about to fuck me now. We'll let moneybags have the sloppy seconds and see if he notices."
That was amazing. I never gave another thought to disease or maybe my dick falling off. I probably would have put my face in it first if she had asked. Brandi fell back on the bed with her legs spread. That revealed her thinly covered red haired pussy and the lips looking like they were reaching out to take the head of my cock inside them. I rolled right between her thighs and started to bump her pussy with my cock.
Normally I like a woman to guide me inside her, but also like to line it up and shove it in her as well. This time, maybe from Brandi's experience, the second nudge placed my cockhead right at her cunt slit. Before I got the chance to stroke down she rocked up and had half of me inside her. I covered her with my body and started fucking. She was fucking me back even harder.
To catch a breath and not cum in ten seconds I stopped and raised up to look into her face. She was watching me with those blue eyes while I noticed those cute freckles across her nose. I looked down to admire the same freckles on her tits and her nipples where hard and pointed. I lowered my face and started to kiss her boobs and suck her nipples.
Brandi started fucking me again and I was worried about losing it when I guess I got a second chance from somewhere and really started putting it to her. I'll swear we had the bed moving across the floor as I was getting my ass up and giving her some deep and fast stokes. Brandi starting moaning and biting her lip, I guess as not to scream as she began to cum on my cock.
That set me off and almost instantly she had a cunt full of my seed. That was some intense pussy. No wonder Harold had come back for more of it. Speaking of Harold, Brandi was trying to get me up and off of her.
"Come on let me give it a quick wipe and get back out there. You go first. I'll follow. Try to get another thousand from the guy, if you can."
I watched her grab several tissues, wipe her cunt and pull on her panties before she shooed me from the room.
Back at the table Harold asked why I was gone so long. "Decided to take a shit while I was back there. Then I ran into Brandi by the dressing room. She's says you're on for later. She's half a month behind on the rent and the next month is due this weekend."
"So, what does that mean in terms of what it is going to cost me?"
"Looks like twelve hundred. She says it is $800 per month."
"Well, it's still cheaper than my keeping my last wife and a hell of a lot better pussy."
"I'll go let her know." I headed over to the bar to tell Brandi I scored big for her."
"I set the guy up for twelve hundred." The fucking music had gotten louder. I think every new dancer has to turn it up a notch. I finally got to her ear so she could hear me.
"Are you fucking shitting me? Hell, I was going to do it for anything above five hundred."
"Now that I've had some of it myself I don't think that is too high of a price."
"Oh, you are so sweet. I want to fuck you again! Put your cell number in my phone so I can text you since you can't hear me anyway. You old bastards do know how to text, don't you?"
"Yes, old bastards can text ... not very fast, but we can text."
I stood at the bar while Brandi punched in a text in about two seconds. I checked my phone. She likes my cock. Cute text. And, real classy, too.
I snagged a double diet coke and headed back to sit with Harold. Harold had moved over to the stage and was watching either Pepper or Ginger take of her top to the music. I just still know them as my 'Spice Girls'. Harold had a couple of bucks out to stuff in her garter later in her dance.
Another dancer came up to me. "Hi, I'm Tiffany. I know you were fucking Brandi in the office. What if your wife finds out you fucked her?"
"Don't have a wife. Got an ex-wife. You can tell her if you want."
"So, you're divorced and slut dating now?"
