Authors Note: All characters are fictional and are over eighteen years of age.
My Mother the Stripper -- Chapter Six.
I was sitting at the bar at Billie's all male strip club called the "Stranger's in the Night." It was a small club on the outskirts of town. Normally at night it's flooded in neon lights and flood lamps. But now it seemed mostly dark and abandoned.
Billie had opened the place exclusively for my morning audition at eight o'clock.
I had very little sleep the night before, the anticipation was killing me.
My mother Roxy, had filled me in on what to expect. She even taught me some basic dance moves. It had now been twenty four hours since my mother and I had sex. We had only been together for a couple of days, not nearly enough time for the newness of our sex to wear off, so I was suffering withdrawal symptoms.
Roxy insisted that we abstain, she said I should build up some sperm to give to the ladies that had assembled for my tryout as a male stripper.
I had to program myself to two very different aspects of sex. There was the loving sex that my mother and I enjoyed with each other, then there was the business sex I was about to perform. The latter would be for profit not my pleasure.
Billie had given me two little blue pills to swallow and she poured me two double whiskeys.
I was to wait a full half hour for the ED medication and alcohol to kick in. Strippers perform better if they have a couple drinks in their system, or so I was told.
Billie and my mother had joined the rest in the back room.
The role play scenario was that of a bachelorette party, Billie was the bride to be. My mother's role was to critique me and take notes. Should I get the job, she will be helping me get ready for my inaugural assignment.
I assumed that the alcohol was flowing in the back room as the noise was getting louder by the minute.
I still had ten minutes to wait....
I fidgeted a little on the bar stool, still not quite used to the new wardrobe Roxy bought for me. It consisted on a yellow fishnet shirt and white cargo shorts.
I was going commando, no underwear to have to take off, we did discuss the use of a G-string, be we figured it would just get in the way.
We were right, at this point a small cloth patch would be useless in covering my already growing erection.
Thinking back to the events so far this morning....
The day started off at five o'clock, Roxy had me shower and whiten my teeth, and then she went over my naked body with tweezers checking for any stray hairs. Then with bottle in hand, she dabbed tanning solution in areas of sparse coverage. She seemed as apprehensive as I was.
The drive to the club had been unexciting, just a normal car ride through the City. Once we pulled up to the club however, things changed quickly. The minute I walked through the front door I knew my life and career was about to change.
Billie, the club owner, was there to greet us at the door, she and Roxy exchanged a few pleasantries.
This women was nothing like what I had envisioned. She was short, about five four and somewhat pudgy, with medium length salt and pepper hair. She did have an air about her and seemed very sure of herself.
I reached out my hand to her when Roxy introduced us, but she ignored it. Instead she walked around me looking my body up and down. Suddenly and without warning, she grabbed and fondled the bulge in my shorts. Her motion was obviously a replacement for the traditional handshake.
"Pleased to meet you Alan, let's go back to my office and become more acquainted."
She winked at Roxy, obviously impressed with what she felt in my khakis.
Billie led us past several rows of chairs, then a stage. Her office was in the rear.
My jaw dropped when we went inside her office. Along the walls were trophy cases, but instead of awards and such, inside were penis clones similar to what Nellie made of my cock yesterday. Each had a picture next to them and a name, first names only. Some were normal, like "Tom," "Carlos," "Jack," and so on.
Some were made up names like "Cupid," "Romeo," "Valentino!"
"Oh, I see you like my collection, I've separated them into three groups, and we have on my left the current dancers under my employ. I use those dildos so my clients can choose the dancer they want to book by the size and shape of their cocks. Often we take them out so the client can actually try them on for size and shape."
"To the right, are past dancers that have gone on to other things. Behind me is my hall of fame, these were the most popular and I consider them my real money makers from the past, some of them still make guest appearances from time to time."
My mother and I had the same thought as we started studying the cases looking for my penis clone.
Billie seemed amused.
She reached into a drawer of her desk and pulled out two identical Dildos.
She held them up,
"I'll bet you're looking for these!"
She then handed one of them to Roxy, and quickly took it back, then she handed her the other one.
She took a pop-up wipe off her desk and started cleaning off the first one.
"Sorry, this is the one I have been using, I still have cum on it."
She then turned to me, my face obviously turning red knowing that she had been masturbating with the facsimile of my cock.
"There's the look I want, the older women are going to eat up your innocent boyish looks."
Then she and Roxy took the dildos into their mouths and started comparing businesslike observations of the shape and size of my clone, discussing the size of the head and the position of the large vain running along the bottom.
They acted like they were sucking popsicles, savoring the feel as they worked my acrylic cock down their throats.
"Are you sure you want to share this Roxy," Billie said smacking her lips,
"I'd probably keep this all for myself!"
"Oh, I think he has plenty to share, besides, I'm getting a little turned about him joining the family business!"
I gulped hard, wondering if Billie had picked up on my mother's slip but she seemed to just ignore it.
My reminiscing got interrupted as I started hearing chants from the back room, and the clock on the wall told me it was time.
My heart was racing as I tried to focus on what my mother had told me about the Band-Aid. It was time to leave behind any modesty I had and take the plunge.
As I got closer, I could finally make out what they were chanting,
"Unicorn, Unicorn, Unicorn."
They were clapping along with the chant.
I swallowed hard and entered the room to loud cheers.
There had to be as many as twenty loud women in the room seated three or four at a table. Billie was in the back in character wearing a wedding veil on her head.
Motion to my side alerted me to the fact that the whole thing was being videotaped, Roxy had told me Billie likes to record auditions.
I was on....
Powerful music started playing as I tore off my shirt and started dancing. I danced around the tables thrusting my hips at the ladies who were eating it up. It was a wide age group of various body types. A few of the women I recognized as strippers in Nellies waiting room and a few of them were people from the motel including the manager and cleaning women.
Two of the women stopped me and each took a side of my shorts and quickly pulled them off me. My erection sprang to action.
One of the ladies took some whipped cream and applied it up and down the raceway of my penis. She proceeded to lick it off to the amusement of the crowd. She moved down and started licking the remnants of the white cream off my balls. The other women took her turn and deep-throated my cock. I kept my dance up and started humping her face.
I was about to cum but I remembered what Roxy had told me.
"Save the money shot," she had said.
"Women tip better when they see at least one 'Money Shot.'"
I pulled back and worked my way around the tables. One women took off her leggings and slid ahead in her chair. She spread her legs and presented her thong panties to me.
I ceremonially pulled her under garment away and slung it around with my finger. I got on my knees and started flicking her drenched, hairless, pussy lips with my tongue. This had to be one of the strippers I saw the other night. She was tanned and toned and sported a familiar ring through her clit.
As I worked on her, another women got on her back and took my cock in her mouth underneath me, hungrily sucking on it.
I brought the stripper to climax and stood up with the other women still maintaining her grip on my erection. She knelt before me and kept sucking me, working up and down on my manhood.
She let go just to catch her breath, then another women applied more whipping cream and her friend sucked my cock clean.
