Blowjob Girl

First of all, a quick update about my life: a few weeks ago I quit dancing. I'd been wanting to do that for quite a while but it took a rather bad experience to finally make me realize I had to stop or else end up hating myself for all time. So I stopped. Since then I've been looking for mainstream work. I've had a few job interviews but nothing has panned out yet. Good thing is that I have enough money in the bank right now to pay all my bills until at least next February, assuming I adhere to a strict budget (which I have so far). Also, I still meet up with my "personal clients" once in a while (just saw one late last night) for extra cash. Every little bit helps!

The reason for this particular post, though, is because I had a very surreal experience about two hours ago.

It started when I woke up, a lot more energetic than I thought I would (I had a late, tiring night). I made coffee, had a bowl of cereal, then took my daily jog. This was at around 11am or so. Anyway, I did my miles and was coming back by my usual route when I passed my neighbors' house at the corner of the street I live on. To my surprise the man who lives there (I'll call him "Charles") was there, raking leaves. It was surprising because I usually only see him on weekends. He waved at me and I used that as an excuse to stop and catch my breath (to be polite).

Turns out he was home from work because his office building had a small fire last night; nothing major but no one could work while the city inspected the building, things were fixed, et cetera. I asked after "Darlene", his wife, and he told me that she was chaperoning a field trip for their daughter.

I should point this out: I know Darlene a lot better than I know Charles. I see her all the time and we're very friendly. By her request I've even babysat their 11-year-old daughter a few times, usually for just short periods where she needs to go do something and doesn't want to take her kid with her. She and I have the sort of relationship where she can just call me whenever and ask for a favor; ditto for me (I literally borrowed sugar from her once!). She's not the nicest woman in the world (I sort of think she might be racist) but she's a typical mother-figure: prim and proper, 40-something, and generally kind. Charles, by the way, is older than her (I'd guess he's around 50) and much more laid back. Both are cool, I've always thought since I moved here, but like I said I barely know him.

So we were chatting; I told him about how I was looking for work, he gossiped about politics, etc. Just when I figured it was time to finish the last short length of my jog, though, he invited me inside for tea.

Yes, tea. I rarely drink tea (this is America, dammit! We drink coffee!) but the idea of something warm to drink was impossible to ignore (chilly day).

While the tea brewed and I sat in his kitchen we chatted about work (both he and his wife had thought I was a waitress, so I had to lie a bit) and stuff like that. After pouring me the tea, though, he shocked me with this question: "Can I ask you a question about sex? I don't want to sound creepy but you're probably the only woman I know I can ask this about..."

Stunned, I said, "Why?" (I was sort of afraid he might know about my "Shannon" persona, or that I stripped, or something).

"I don't have any female friends," he admitted. "And I can't ask my wife, because it's about her. I can't ask my sisters either because, well, that'd be awkward. But I really need the advice of a woman..."

Suddenly I was very interested. What did mild-mannered 50-something Charles want to ask about? I had to know. So I told him, "Sure, ask away!"

"Is it wrong to ask your wife to do something she really detests?" he replied. "I mean, from a woman's point of view... would you get upset if your significant other kept asking for something that you kept rejecting?"

Intrigued, now, I said, "Well, what were you asking for?"

He was literally blushing while he sipped his tea. "Just... only just a blowjob," he told me. With that suddenly out in the open he started to gush. "When I was much younger than you, it was my favorite thing, sexually speaking. Better than actual sex. Then I went and fell in love with a woman who *hated* doing that. For a while, though, she would do it from time to time-- on my birthday, on anniversaries, that kind of thing. Only special occasions, though. But last Friday was our 19th anniversary and she absolutely refused to do it. She says she hates it. I don't want to start a big fight over it but I keep thinking there has to be a way I can get her to do it without being an asshole about it."

He was totally embarrassed at this point, and stirred more sugar into his tea, totally not looking at me. What I said, though, surprised us both.

I said, "What you need, I think, is a blowjob girl. Someone to do for you what your wife clearly doesn't want to do."

Note: I was never attracted to him before. He's large, sorta fat (not obese or anything, just pudgy), and balding. I honestly never was attracted to him until he told me all this, but suddenly I was. I guess you can never guess with me what will turn me on: hearing a married man tell me about wishing he could get blowjobs did just that. I was literally wet upon hearing those words.

"In nineteen years I've never cheated!" he snapped at me. "I would never, ever do that."

"How is it cheating?" I asked. "'Cheating' would be doing something with another woman that your wife already does for you. If she won't blow you, I think it's perfectly fine for you to find a woman who will. Don't you deserve it?"

He shook his head. "Darlene is the love of my life. I could never betray her. Besides, where would I find a 'blowjob girl'?"

That's when I slid out of my chair and crawled over to him. This is when it all got so surreal: I felt sort of detached from myself. I just looked up at him and said (I literally said this, verbatim): "I can be your blowjob girl, Mr. Charles."

He did nothing to resist me while I unzipped his pants. He said not a word while I sucked his cock which, btw, was decent in size but incredibly hairy (when I deepthroated his thing I literally got his pubes caught in my teeth). He didn't touch me at all, except to pat my head from time to time, and after ten or so minutes he came inside my mouth.

After that I got up, took a sip of tea, and I said I needed to get home. He said to me, "You won't tell Darlene about this, will you?"

The last thing I said to him before leaving (swear to God) was this: "I can keep a secret if you can. I want to be your blowjob girl, Mr. Charles."

It was a very strange experience... but even right now, as I type this, and remember all of that, I can't help but wish I was sucking him off again. I even went outside just a few minutes ago and got sad that his wife's minivan was in their driveway.

Ugh.

Some updates and stuff

Forgive me for the very un-clever title to this post but I'm sick today (though I'm feeling a lot better now than I did earlier!).

Anywho, almost two years ago exactly I started writing Suburban Girl. Well, I just finished it, believe it or not! Don't let the link I just gave fool you, though: there are twelve chapters in total, not eight. I just haven't uploaded chapters 9 through 12 to this site, yet. I keep trying to get myself motivated to update this site with all of my stories (which is still missing Shawn and Lilly, Bush Fires, Carefree Again, the SG chapters... the list goes on!) and a few other things, too, but it's a real pain in the butt and just the thought of doing so depresses me. Eventually I'll do it but in the meantime you can see all of my stories (and access all 12 complete chapters of Suburban Girl) via my page on the SOL.net site. Click here for that.

So why, do you ask, do I post first to SOL.net and not here? Because it's easier to do so, simple as that! With ASSTR I have to fire up an FTP client, edit an HTML page using Frontpage, upload everything, make sure the links work... on and on and on! With SOL.net I just click a couple buttons and yay! It's there. Neat.

I know some of you think it's a pain because while SOL is free it does require registration, but I don't get what the big deal about registering is! I mean, it's free... and don't tell me you don't register out of "principle". That's just dumb. Most sites nowadays require registration, after all!

On that note, no, I am not going to re-enable anonymous comments to this blog. A lot of people have asked for this but haters, trolls, and spam-bots have ruined the anon-posting for all of you. I know it's not your fault and that it sucks you have to pay for a minority's abuse, but that's just how it is.

Oh! I almost forgot... here's a picture of some pretty girls who definitely want to have sex with you. :P You get that for promising to comment/give-feedback/give high SOL scores regarding Suburban Girl...! Thanks!

-shannon-

~sleepy~

Carefree Again

Those of you in the know will remember my post a while back about a story I was writing on the SOL.net Google Group. Well guess what? I've actually started posting it! My version, anyway... and you can read it here.

Let me know your thoughts in the comment section! And btw, yes, I'm still working on all my other incomplete stories. If time is infinite I shall finish them all!

-shannon-

RIP: The Forbidden Forum (2003-2009)

Anyone who has clicked that little link over there to the right of these words will know by now: the Forbidden Forum is dead. The forum's host, RapidForum, announced months ago that they would be shutting down so this does not come as surprise. On their site right now is the following message (translated from German courtesy of everyone's favorite omnipotent god, Google):

RapidForum.com says Goodbye ...

As announced a few months ago, has now Rapid Forum closed its doors.
At the same time are also RapidChat.de and RapidTec.de no longer online.

The past years have all involved brought valuable experience.

We would like to again thank all customers for the long-term confidence in
our service and wish to thank everyone for the future.

So it's over. The forum is gone for good, leaving in its wake a ton of memories. Who can forget the awesome jokes thread, "He said, she said" that SomethingNeo started? Or the indescrible "Words" thread by Shadow? Or the time that troll pretended he was a Holywood agent who was interested in buying the rights to my stories and actually thought any of us would believe him? Or the time in mid-2004 when I went flame-crazy with a bunch of conservative jerks who thought the war in Iraq was a good idea? Or the time that asshole I knew in real life posted pictures of me? Or the time Dolemite started posting hot pictures, forever igniting the Porn Posting Fun category? Or my competitions with Spencer in that same category? Or...

...well, I could go on for quite a bit but instead I'll quit while I'm ahead! :P

I've been receiving a lot of e-mail lately from people asking what I plan to do now that the forum is gone. My answer? Nothing.

As far as I'm concerned the forum ran its course. It was fun while it lasted, sure, but if there's one thing I've learned in this short life of mine it's this: all good things come to an end. When you deny that or refuse to accept that the results end up being like the Godfather III or the Star Wars prequels. They're redundant and lame and not worthy of the original. I will not be starting a new forum.

I'm still here, after all. You can still e-mail me or communicate by posting to these blog entries. Or, if you want to mix it up with some perverted writers like myself (:P) you can check out the SOL.net group over at Google Groups. Or, if your interest in the forum was primarily about the hot pictures and such, there's this thing called "the internet" you can use to find more... :P

Anyway... God bless the Forum. May she rest in peace.

-shannon-

~content~

A New Story (sort of!)

As you might already know, I'm an irregular member of the SOL.net discussion group over at Google Groups. Recently one of my fave authors ever, Rache, posted a topic there called "Add-a-Scene". In it she asked the group's members to add a scene to a little story she was writing.

I did add to it and it was fun (until someone ruined my contribution! Grrr). I thought it was such a good idea, though, that I created my own thread called "add-a-scene II". Since then I've been adding to this little story a lot... basically I just wait for someone to update the story (even if it's just with a sentence!) and then I go crazy writing additions to it (it's amazing how many words I can write when I don't care about little things like "spelling" and "grammar"!).

The story is called "Carefree Again" and it's about a 34-year-old woman who wakes up one morning as a 13-year-old child. So far her boyfriend (David) and her daughter, and son (16-year-old Jessie and 13-year-old George) have made appearances in this sordid little tale. But it's just getting warmed up! :P

Anyway, I'm having a lot of fun working on this little "story in progress". I was hoping that some fans of my site might show an interest, too, and add a word or two to this story. Check out the thread and if it interests you at all, definitely add something! It's sort of a round-robin/community work hybrid and it's fun and cool (I hope!).

Comments appreciated!

-shannon-

P.S. On an unrelated topic, I've been trying to get an invitation code for Demonid.com since the Pirate Bay was sold... and no luck! Grrr... if you can send me a code I'll thank you with a reasonable suggestion of your choice! (i.e. uploaded files, a personal story, etc.). Thanks in advance!!!! //UPDATE!!! Thanks to everyone who sent me an invitation! I already joined the site thanks to "Rain" so the rest of the codes have been deleted/ignored... but thanks for thinking of me!

Regarding Comments

I have a confession to make: I never really read the comments made to my blog. That's probably obvious to most of you because, until today, I rarely (ever?) reply to them.

Yesterday, however, I made a post that asked a stupid question I really wanted an answer to, so I changed the settings of my blog. Now when people make comments to anything I post, those comments are e-mailed to me. It's kind of neat: I even received an e-mailed comment today from someone responding to an old post I made, the comments of which I'd never read through until now.

Anyway, I'm starting to think that with the imminent death of the forum this will be where I publically communicate with all of you... via my blog's comments. Does that make sense?

I was wondering, though: should I start allowing anonymous posts again? I stopped allowing them awhile back because after I posted a certain chapter of "Suburban Girl" my blog got flooded with lots of (since removed) racist posts, all made by anonymous posters. But if I'm going to use the blog's comments as a way to interact with all of you, should I start allowing anonymous posts again? I mean, a lot of people don't have a Blogger or OpenID account (both of which can post comments here) and though it's easy to do so, many people don't want to bother with creating one or the other.

So what should I do? Start allowing anonymous comments or keep it the way it is? Let me know... in the comments!!! :P

-shannon-

~watching The Watchmen, thanks to derek! oh, and happily using one of my days off from jogging (I give myself two a week) because it's fucking *nasty* outside right now!!!!~

Stupid Question

I'm going on a date on Saturday with a guy I met totally randomly at a bookstore near my house. I was killing time after a jog and I *love* how the huge store allows people to read books without buying them, so I bought a cup of iced coffee and sat down and started reading "From Hell" in the store's cafe area.

Anyway, this random stranger came up to me and said, "Oh, you like Alan Moore?"

I had no idea who Alan Moore was! But this guy was so cute and obviously flirting, so I said, "Sure do!"

We talked for nearly an hour with me neatly deflecting all questions about Moore away. Finally he asked if I wanted to "get together" on Saturday. He joked that we could talk about the "Watchmen" movie.

I've never seen it. But I lied, during our conversation, and said I had.

So now I sort of have a problem! Except for the trailers I've recently watched online, I know *nothing* about the movie. I was only reading "From Hell" in the cafe because it had been left on the table! But now this guy thinks I'm all into Alan Moore. Ugh!

Basically I either need to keep up my lies, which I'm not sure I can do, or come clean with him and admit that I know nothing about comic books/graphic novels/whatever.

After he left, btw, I went and bought the Watchmen graphic novel (it was on sale at the store!). I'm about a third of the way through, and it's pretty entertaining! That was my plan for knowing what to talk about on Saturday, though... my entire plan. The problem is, I just did some searches on the Internet, and it turns out the movie is a LOT different.

So here's my stupid question: can anyone tell me what's different from the movie versus the book? Better yet, is there anyway I can download this movie now so I can actually watch it first? It's no longer playing anywhere near me (I just checked) and the DVD doesn't come out until July.

Please don't tell me that I should just tell him the truth. I already know that I should. But it's too early in our relationship for "truth". :P

-shannon-

~really likes this guy~

Lapdances and Orgasms

Hey everyone! First of all, thanks for all the nice/concerned e-mails regarding my last post. In case I didn't write you back, and for those of you who didn't write in the first place, everything worked out for the best. I'm free and in no danger of being sent to the loony-hospital again, plus Beth has stopped her little quest to ruin my life. She sort of had to since (thanks to the advice of one of my friends from this site) I got a personal protection order against her. Yay law! :P

Also, I'm feeling very good lately. I started running again, and for the past few weeks I've been running about ninety minutes a day. I've lost four pounds so far, which wasn't exactly my intent, but still it's always nice to see on the scale! More important is the fact that both my ass and breasts are looking firmer than they have in a while. Again, this wasn't the goal: I only started running again because the weather suddenly got really nice and I missed being outdoors. Now, I'm hooked! I can't believe I didn't discover how awesome a good jog is years ago. Shrugs... 

So anyway, the reason I'm posting this morning is to ask a question: is it just a local phenomenon, or have handjobs and blowjobs at stripclubs become the norm nationwide?

Let me explain. Ever since I've been dancing, I've known that orgasms in the VIP room (aka "champaign room") are just part of the job. In fact, whenever a new dancer asks for advice I tell her that her goal while giving lapdances should be to get the guy off. It doesn't usually happen, of course-- most guys get hard as a rock from a good dance/grinding-session, but are unable to climax through such maneuvers. Still, my goal as a dancer is to get them off because by attempting to do so they're much more likely to continue asking for dances. A lame no-contact dance may result in just one $20 song while a full ass/crotch grind could result in eight or nine songs. You do the math!

Anyway, yeah, so that's always been the norm. You try your hardest, and sometimes they cum. Usually they're embarrassed if they do, which has never made sense to me. I mean, sometimes I get off from such dances, too! It's just how it is, something you can't really control. I guess guys get embarrassed for cumming in their pants, but whatever.

Here's the thing, though. Ever since I've been dancing, I've known that some girls are willing to do a lot more than just a simple dance to get a guy off. Like, they'll offer to jerk the customer off in exchange for a promise of a certain number of dances. That's always code, btw: the dancer says, "Stay for six dances and I'll stroke you off" means "Pay me $120 and I'll give you a handjob". Some dancers even offer blowjobs, and occaissionaly out-and-out sex for larger fees. This is just the reality of the job, a job that while I obviously don't look down on at all does manage to attract some really... uhm, let's just say, depraved girls. That's life.

It's also always very rare, until recently. Official policy at the club I've been working at now for more than two years is that lapdances are to involve little physical contact, and absolutely no direct contact. It used to be that the club would dismiss dancers caught breaking this rule. The bouncers in the VIP room would sometimes even interrupt such acts, kicking out both the dancer and the customer. The reason? Liquour license. The club couldn't afford to risk losing it by contracting with dancers (remember, we're not employees; we're independent contractors) who prostitute themselves.

In the past I've even gotten several girls dismissed by ratting them out. Why? Because it's not fair! I mean, I'm going to lose customers if the ones I'm dancing for notice that some other girl is going down on her client. He's going to wonder why he's paying me the same amount the guy across from us is paying while, but he's only receiving a grind/dance. Heck, I've even had customers tell me they didn't want anymore dances, only to later see them receiving more dances from the slutty/prostitute girl in question.

Lately, things have changed. Handjobs and even blowjobs are no longer the exception, they're basically the rule. Over the last few months I've learned that unless I want each dance to only last one song I have to at least hint I'll do more than just grind. Also, to actually get a bunch of dances I have to promise handjobs. And I do them, too.

Which, by the way, isn't as humiliating/trashy as it sounds. All I do is unzip the guy's fly, pull his cock out, and jerk him off. In some ways it's actually a lot easier than doing a full lapdance, and it definitely pays more. Lol, maybe it's been too long since I've had a regular boyfriend or something, but jerking off a guy I'm straddling usually gets me off, too. Yes, I let them touch me, that's sort of the unspoken rule (not every guy does, though, which is sort of weird/awkward).

So why have things at the club changed so drastically? Part of the explanation lies, I think, in what the club's manager told me the last time I complained a girl was giving BJ's in the VIP room. This was about three months ago or so, and I hadn't started joining the new trend yet. He said, "Shannon, look. She's willing to do it and the cops aren't raiding anymore. I can't fire every girl who does that in an environment like this, or you'll be the only dancer I have left."

Key point: the cops aren't raiding anymore!

The county sheriffs have raided us before, in the past. I've been through two of them at this club, and two more at the other club I worked at (the one I started at). Basically they send in undercover cops who basically hint during a lapdance that they want more than just a dance. Thankfully, I've never agreed. I always just said what I usually say, "Aww, sorry honey! We can still have fun, right?". Not all girls I've worked with have done the same, though. They've suggested that a payment of, say, $150 would get them a blowjob. Once the money exchanges hands, the guy pulls out his badge and the whole club ends up being shutdown (not literally, but who wants to go to a stripclub whose parking lot has cop cars in it? Business basically dies for the night). 

My manager was right, though. That just doesn't happen anymore. There hasn't been a raid in at least a year. Now new dancers, especially, are offering to do more than just simple lapdances because they have no reason to think there will be consequences. That's forcing me, a veteran, to do more, too. 

So is this just a local thing, or is this happening nationwide? Is it the newly elected sherriff's fault for not running sting operations, or is prostitution being accepted all over all of a sudden?

One last thing before I end this rather long post. Years ago, when I was still in college, I worked with a woman I'll call Samantha who was a total fucking bitch. She was older than me, though not by a lot, and I think she resented the fact that I was younger and in better shape than her. The men in the office we worked in took an immediate liking to me, and I think she hated that. Anyway, she always treated me like dirt. When someone stole some money out of the petty cash once (I think I blogged about this back then, but I might be wrong!) she not only blamed me, she made it her personal mission in life to get me fired for it. I was innocent by the way. I swear!

Anyway, you can see why I wouldn't much care for this person. And I've had absolutely no contact with her since I left that company. In fact, I'd barely thought about her in years. Then, about a week ago, one of the people who also worked at that office, who I'm still (sort of) friends with, sent me an e-mail about her. It read, in part:

"Not sure you're gonna wanna see this but I thought it was funny at least. [NAME REMOVED BY ME!] forwarded me this link. It's a NSFW video of that bitch we used to work with at [COMPANY NAME REMOVED BY ME!]. Serious can you believe this? Of all people, who knew?"

Here's the video my friend sent me. And seriously, this is definitely my old co-worker, the uptight bitch who made my life hell!!!

Anyway, I thought it was funny. Seeing her, after all these years, getting spanked and treated like shit by some guy who supposedly doesn't know her. What I'd like to know is whether or not she's been in more movies? I mean, has she become a professional actress, or was this something she did just the one time? Shrugs... if any of you out there have any info on that, I'd definitely appreciate hearing about it!

Also... felt kind of weird fingering myself while watching my old nemesis. Sigh. I so, so need to find a man.

Later!

-shannon-

p.s. The video says her name is "Cate"... that's not her real name!