As Barb began to slowly remove her almost invisible thong I yelled at her again, "Yeah baby, wrap those knees around my ears, I wanna see daylight between your legs." I stood up from my chair and slapped a twenty dollar bill on the stage and leered at her lasciviously. Some of it might have been an act but I was hoping for a little bit of gratuity from my dancer on the stage. She dangled her flimsy panty for the crowd to see and tossed them to the side.
She danced close to where I stood and said, "You really are kinda cute," and she squatted before me and ground her naked pelvis in my face. I could clearly see her hard clit staring at me and I noticed that she was damp from all the eyes watching her. The whole lower half of her body was undulating within an inch of my nose and her knee caps were well beyond my ears. I could smell her arousal and wanted to dip my tongue for a sweet little taste of that slick piece of flesh.
"Oh baby," I yelled, "You make my big toe shoot straight up in my boot, Oh yeah!" And she laughed and told me I was cute again as she bent to scoop up the twenty I had given her. She made another swing around the pole and by the time she was off, the entire stage was littered with tens and twenties, and now the men at the stage were beginning to hoot and holler encouragements at her. This clearly got Barb off. I could tell that when she did her splits she was doing so to accentuate her orgasm and to mask her pleasure from the crowd. The other girls, on good nights, would have similar reactions on stage and they all had ways of dealing with an orgasm as they danced. This is the reason for Dora's three song sets only. She wanted to limit their exposure as much as possible as well as give the girls an even chance at generating their own tips.
Dora was kept busy throughout the evening serving tray after tray of drinks to the thirsty men who were partying with the happy, soon-to-be-wed bachelor, and by eleven most of the members of the party had purchased my wares. I did the same routine I had done for Barb for the next two girls and again, one last time, for Barb before the club took on a life of its own and I was no longer needed to get the shy customers rolling.
Somewhere around one in the morning, about thirty minutes before last call, one of the guys in the bachelor party made the mistake of licking the inner thigh of one of the newer girls. She was so stunned that she stopped all movement which caused Merle and I to roll into action. That poor boy was on the sidewalk out front before he knew he was even being ejected. Most of the girls would have just kept on dancing and told the guy that was a no no and if seen by anyone he would be out of here. Anytime you have to toss someone out of the place it puts the entire atmosphere into a tail spin and it's hard to recover from that. The drink orders dry up and the tips are non-existent from then on. Fortunately, this was at the end of the evening and things were winding down for the bachelor party anyway so it didn't really matter; nothing was lost as there would have not been much gained at this time of night anyway.
Closing time came at two and we let the last of the patrons out and began to clean up for the night. All the ladies retired to the dressing room to change and I started to put chairs on tables while Merle cashed out. I always hung around until the last lady was escorted to either her car or her waiting significant other. Barb and I hung with Merle as he finished the paperwork and got things settled. It was also customary for all of us to meet at a Denny's on Roscoe near Sepulveda for an early breakfast, (or late dinner depending on your orientation). Most of the girls showed up and Merle and Dora always showed. Barb and I would come most of the time and enjoy the chatter of the night's activities while we discussed everything from a girl slipping on stage to the customers and lost articles of clothing. It was more a free for all than a meal and it was always a fun time for us. Usually we all parted company at around three thirty or four in the morning and went our separate ways. Most of the ladies would be off to relieve the all night sitters and prepare breakfast for their kids and get them off to school.
Barb and I would make the drive back to the Barrio and to our house, which by now had cooled off from the day's heat. Usually, there would be several of the Hispanic gang members hanging around making sure that the place was safe and also to get some of what I was selling. I always treated these guys right and they always respected me. Being the local OG had its privileges. Once on the inside of the house and all was said and done, Barb would empty out her 'take' for the night, usually between three and five hundred dollars depending on the crowds. This night's take was around the four hundred dollar level and she was pleased with herself. As for myself, I took in around three hundred and together we had a good night.
At this time of night, after the rush of the crowd and the camaraderie of the fellow girls over breakfast, the 'high' of being the sought after sex object would fade from Barbs eyes. She would sink into a depression, whereas the other girls had their kids to look after. This was the time she would begin to reflect on her life and what she was doing with it. There is an old saying that says 'never let a whore think about what she does, lest she run off and join a convent'. It's true. This is the time when I would have to treat Barb with a lot of tenderness and care. I would take her into my arms and hold her as she fought against the rush of conflict insider her. She would cry at times, and I would hold her until she fell asleep in my arms. Other times, she would keep me awake long into the morning hours as the sun rose well above our heads and talk about everything from her disappointments to her childhood in Florida.
This night, like many other nights, she chose sex to comfort her in her depression. We took our clothes off in silence and I was thinking that she would be in the mood just to be held and rocked to sleep tonight. She mildly surprised me when she laid me back onto the bed and took my soft cock into her mouth. Her touch was gentle and her fingers were probing. She delicately took my balls in her fingers and lightly caressed them as she encouraged life into my stiffening dick. I sat up and pulled her on to the bed by lifting her off the floor and taking hold of the underside of her left leg and putting an arm under her right arm pit and gently lifting her onto the bed. We lay side to side, my head to her pussy and her head to my cock. We spent the better part of an hour licking and sucking each other into a frenzy. She sucked my balls and slowly licked the length of my swelling shaft as I nibbled on her clit hungrily and probed her ass with my finger and the tip of my nose. Her long legs spread before me and curled around me as the scent of her body and her taste filled my senses. There was a faint taste of the sweaty saltiness from dancing all night as well as the taste of her orgasms. When she was purring like a kitten I worked my way up along her body and found her nipples and suck them greedily. I would tease her by lying between her legs and just letting the hardness of my shaft glide along the wetness of her pussy while I suckled her breasts and nibbled at her throat. By the time she was arching her back and contorting her body to meet my shaft as it glided along her length I knew she was ready for me and I entered her. I sank myself deep into her slowly and then pulled myself out and held the head of my dick over her damp pussy teasing her still further.
"You fucker," she laughed.
She wrapped those long legs around my waist and brought her pelvis up and seemed to suck me inside of her as her body took all control away from her. I felt her muscles tighten around my dick and I began to fuck her hard, there was no stopping me because I was no longer wanting, I needed to finish what we had started earlier. Barb twisted her entire body as if she were still on stage dancing to some song in her head. I spread her legs out to the sides and watched myself as I pumped in and out of her like a firing machine gun. Her long fingers found her nipples and pulled on them and I rubbed her clit and she grunted with my effort. She began to moan softly at first and then she built up speed. She was working herself into an orgasm and she was trying hard to get there. I folded her long legs together which put her pussy into a nice tightness and with that I started to go crazy. It was like my pelvis was on automatic and I was fucking her fast and furious as I saw her hands were clutching the bed spread on either side as she let out short squeals of pleasure. She rose to a crescendo but fell just short of orgasm and I could tell she had missed it by just a smidgen. I pushed her legs to one side and began to suck her pussy once more as I inserted my finger into her anus. Her insides were like velvet on my rough fingers. Stroking my fingers in short little bursts in and out of her puckered little hole I could feel her clenching her muscles and holding me tightly from escaping.
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