I laughed delightedly. When they both looked at me I laughed even harder for a moment before I was able to talk. "Sally! I thought you looked familiar. I saw your audition video with Jim -- you're one of the reasons I came here. Yes, I can see why Jim says you're one of his best girls! I'd be delighted to buy you a drink."
Jim broke in "Give her your card, and pay for a blowjob, too. Believe me, she's worth it."
I smiled and held it out. She smiled back -- that same happy smile I remembered from the video -- and went to register the transaction and fetch her drink. When she came back she returned my card and slid in beside me, untying her shirt so I could put an arm around her to cup one of her bared breasts. She had reason to be proud of them; she'd have been considered busty anywhere, not just in Asia, but despite their considerable -- and natural -- heft, they had little sag. Perhaps her nipples were smaller than Plum's giant confections, but they were still large, tasty looking, and centered in dark areolas as wide as her palm. Responsive, too -- I felt the one in my hand stiffen as I held her.
Jim gave me a challenging look "Do you want to take her upstairs for your blowjob -- or can you manage it out here?" I remembered the game -- in some of the wilder bars in Angeles City the girls would go under your table and suck you off while you drank your beer. The guys used to compete -- who could last the longest, and remain cool while it happened?
I gave him a confident look. "I can do it. How about you?"
He laughed and waved it off. "Yes, I bet you can. But I'd have an unfair advantage -- I finished with the last audition half an hour back. Just let her do her stuff and tell me how it compares."
Sally had been listening to our back and forth with a puzzled look. Jim leaned forward "Sorry, Sally -- we're old friends, and were trash-talking each other. But I really told him you're one of my favorites -- why don't you slide down and show him why?"
"Sure, Jim. Why not? If I'm your favorite, why don't I see you more, hmm?" She sounded happy, not upset, and remarkably comfortable with her ultimate boss, but she was sliding under the table as she answered. She pulled the booth's curtain closed -- a token gesture towards modesty -- before reaching for my pants.
Jim had been right -- Sally really was amazing. I hadn't realized that there were supplies on shelves under the benches, but she gave my cock and balls a gentle, thorough, wash before inhaling me to the root in one smooth motion. She varied her action, only sliding me in all the way occasionally, but it made a very big difference in the overall experience. Outside of her deep throat, I didn't think she was better than Plum, and her technique was very similar. But although Plum had -become my metric for "good blowjob", Sally was equally skilled. And her addition of judicious amounts of deep throat took her over the top.
Despite my attempts at self-control, she had me spurting down her throat in a remarkably short amount of time. I don't think she spilled a drop, but she carefully sucked my now-flaccid cock completely clean before tenderly putting it away and refastening my pants. She didn't bother to fasten her top as she slid out from under the table and back in beside me, either -- though she did wink and lick her lips. And though she'd drained me temporarily dry, her bare breast still felt very good in my hand. Besides that, she was just good company -- happy, good-natured, and surprisingly fast witted in teasing both of us. I bought her another couple of lady drinks to keep her with us until we were ready to leave for dinner, and made certain to tip her generously before Jim led me out of the bar.
"Do you believe me now?"
"I believe you. I'm totally drained, at the moment. If she can teach Plum to do that, I may not survive!"
He laughed. "I'll be surprised if she doesn't. She's taught quite a few of our girls, and except for deep throat, Plum's skills were already world-class. Sally's very good at motivational techniques -- you can ask Plum about them after she's demonstrated her new skills. When you can be alone." He looked smug but refused to say anything more.
ooOoo
After dinner, Jim had to get back to work, so I was on my own.
I nursed a beer in the American Club for a while, watching the dancers. As he'd told me, it was more a revue than a strip club -- the women on stage were pretty, naked or close to it, but performed mostly set-piece skits or undulate-in-place dances than the fast-moving pole dance pieces Plum and Jasmine did on stage.
Still, they were pretty and available. Much to my surprise, despite Sally's draining blowjob just a couple of hours I was horny again. I thought about getting a girl for a long-time, but it was too early in the evening for most of the girls to be happy leaving, and I didn't want to stick around all night.
Even though the dancers would happily do short-time, I decided to head back to Vacuum to see if Sally was available -- I liked her, and from what Jim has said she was just as much fun in bed as she was on her knees. I was unsuccessful -- mama-San told me that she was already off-shift - "Mr. Jim assigned her training duty." I couldn't be too unhappy; if she was able to get Plum past her problems with deep throat I'd benefit for -- I hoped -- for the rest of my life.
But thinking about Plum working hard to improve her skills make me feel even more horny. Almost at random, I ended taking a nice girl named Flordeliza up the stairs to the short-time rooms. She was small, just a bit taller than Plum, with a medium build, neither as slender as Plum or as busty as Sally. She had several visible tattoos, and I had wondered how many more might be hidden.
I looked curiously around the room Flordeliza had led me into. It was set up like the ones I'd been checking in the monitors -- I'd probably scanned it earlier, in fact -- but I'd never actually been in one yet. Plum would probably be spending time here, or one just like it. I waved towards the hidden camera and checked to confirm the locations of the panic buttons; it was good to know that if a customer threatened her, or tried to take more than she wanted to give, she could call for help. A basin sink stood on the wall to the left of the door, with a rack of fresh towels and washcloths beside it. Another shelf held bottles of lube, containers of wet wipes, and boxes of condoms. The two other walls had large mirrors, while the entry wall had a smaller wall mirror, with another on the back of the door. For furniture, there was a large lounge/daybed and an armless padded chair, just the right height to bend a girl across. It looked and smelled fresh and clean, and -- a bit unexpectedly -- small tables in the room corners held vases of fresh flowers.
Flordeliza led me over to the chair; when I sat down she stepped back and smiled.
"What do you want to do, Mr. Dave?" Her English accent and grammar weren't as good as Sally's, but still quite adequate.
"Nothing fancy tonight, Flordeliza. I just needed a nice lady to be with. Before we start, can you show me your pretty body and your tattoos?"
She smiled at the compliment and hurried to undress. She liked to keep things neat, I noticed -- her shirt, shorts, and panties were all folded and stacked on the shelf, with her shoes set against the wall directly beneath them.
Naked, she showed a nice body marred by some rather crude looking tattoos -- several stars on her back, shoulders, and upper right breast, a blotchy looking floral pattern covering most of her right thigh, and a rather lopsided star on her pubis centered just above her vagina. Though she was a cute girl, the tattoos didn't really suit her, nor were they particularly well done -- poor line work, faded looking colors, and amateurish art. The pubic tattoo, in particular, made me swear to quite teasing Plum about having her vulva tattooed -- I liked hers just as it was.
But Flordeliza was mostly happy with her tattoos and was happy to chatter about them. She admitted that their quality wasn't nearly as good as the resort's visiting tattoo artist, but she had a story about every one of hers -- when she'd had each done, where (mostly back in her home province or in Angeles City), and the reasons behind them.
Sex with her was easy. After cleaning my cock carefully with a warm, soapy, washcloth she rinsed it off then patted it dry. Already kneeling, it seemed natural for her to lean forward and suck my just-cleaned cock in.
But I hadn't asked for oral, so she gave me head just long enough to show that she'd mastered rolling on a condom using her mouth (with a final deep-throat bob to unroll to the base), then lay back on the lounge with her legs invitingly open. Once I'd seated myself within her, she wrapped her ankles around my thighs to urge me on, stroking my back and occasionally cooing as my pace picked up. My release was gentle rather than explosive, but I still filled the condom with a surprisingly large amount. After another careful, gentle, cleaning she helped me dress before dressing herself, smiling happily when I handed her a tip.
She didn't have the playful personality -- or, I thought, the quick wit -- of Plum, or Sally. But she was quiet, and sweet, and seemed to genuinely enjoy the time we spent together. And she gave me a nice hug when I left.
I had no trouble sleeping that night.
Chapter 10