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 �>�Sally At The "Gentleman's Club" by lookatme

   Sally At "The Gentleman's Club" One

   Sally Pursues A Sexual Fantasy

   A midtown hotel romp with two men left Sally in a bad way about her
sexual behavior.  As she began therapy it became necessary to confront her
sexual history.  Her college years were a good place to start.  She
recalled seeing the sign: City Lights : Dancers Wanted : Make Your Own
Hours She didn -(TM)t know if it was something she could actually do but
the thought wouldn -(TM)t leave her alone.  It was a sexual fantasy she had
harbored for some time since reading an article about college girls going
to Las Vegas on weekends to work in so-called  -�Gentlemen -(TM)s Clubs -�.
She -(TM)d done crazy things before but this would be taking it to a whole
new level.  Then again, she thought, I could just go and see what it -(TM)s
all about.  Talking herself into it, she made the call.   -�Yes -�, the man
said,  -�We are still looking for dancers. -� They agreed to a meeting the
next morning.  City Lights was in Framingham, a thirty-mile drive from her
campus in Boston, far enough that, if she decided to act, it could be done
anonymously.  It wasn -(TM)t exactly what you -(TM)d call upscale, City
Lights was in a run-down part of town surrounded by liquor stores, check
cashing places, and sorry-looking grocery stores.  It was ten AM and there
were only a handful of cars in the lot, Frank, the man she spoke to the day
before, mentioned they didn -(TM)t open for business until three in the
afternoon.  It was pretty much as she expected, a long bar on one side and
seating up to the stage opposite that.  There was a DJ set up next to a row
of benches and what looked to be a back room.  She approached a man sitting
at the bar drinking coffee and asked if he was Frank.  -�Yes I am, -� was
his reply.   -�And you must be Sally. -� She accepted his offer of coffee
and he first asked to see her ID, dancers must be at least eighteen, Sally
was barely legal as they say.  Moving to a nearby table, Frank then
explained exactly what employment at City Lights would entail.  Dancers
were independent contractors, there was no salary, no benefits, and no job
security, all stage dancing tips, less ten percent for the DJ, accrued to
the dancer.  There was a lap dancing area with no touching allowed, dancers
paid the house ten dollars per dance, whatever they got beyond that was
theirs. In the back room were several small rooms for private interactions.
These rooms cost the dancers fifty dollars for each use.  Frank explained
that while City Lights was not exactly upscale she could expect as much as
one hundred bucks or more for a private session.  If she was going to offer
sex to her clients there were certain protocols they used to avoid
prostitution problems.  Frank excused himself and came back with Ahmed, the
owner.  Both men commented that she was unlike most of the other girls and
that she could expect to make serious money.  When Sally inquired just what
 -�serious -� meant, they both agreed that a thousand a night was not out
of the question.  -�Okay then, let -(TM)s see what you -(TM)ve got, -� said
Ahmed as he lit a cigar. Sally rose and removed her sweater.  Slightly
unbalanced she unzipped her jeans and put them on the nearby chair. 
Knowing that they -(TM)d want her to undress she wore her sexiest
underwear. The nipples on her small breasts were now perfectly erect as she
dropped her bra on the table.  She made a point of acting coquettish as she
slid her panties down her legs.  Her heart was pounding with the arousal of
standing in this public place naked for these men to ogle and offer
judgment on whether she was acceptable to work in their brothel.  Hands on
hips they asked her to turn around.  Frank mentioned to her that her tits
were kind of small but everything else was a real moneymaker, he also
mentioned she -(TM)d need to shave her pussy.  Frank stepped away for a
moment and returned with a G string, tiny spangled bra, and a pair of
impossibly high stilettos.  He said,  -�Here, put these on and I -(TM)ll
get Tom to play a little music.  Keep in mind you don -(TM)t have to be a
great dancer you just have to act suggestive and available.  I might also
add that the more guys see of your pussy the more you -(TM)ll make in tips.
-� A pretty good dancer, Sally moved across the stage and wrapped herself
around the pole while shedding the tiny bra and g string.  She was burning
with sexual excitement as she positioned herself on her haunches, legs
spread apart, in front of Ahmed and Frank.  Coming down from the stage and
still wearing the impossible heels, she joined the two men back at the
table.  Ahmed, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple commented to
Frank that he liked her titties and, he said, as he moved his hand between
her legs,  -�This young pussy is something men would kill for. -� Ahmed
continued to caress her pussy as he told her about all the fun she would
have working at City Lights.  Finding her clitoris he brought her to the
point where her knees were buckling and she had to bring her hands to her
face to stifle her moans as she climaxed and pissed all over the floor. 
Laughing uproariously, Frank said,  -�If you can do that for clients you
-(TM)ll be rich. -� Ahmed agreed.  They wanted her to start that night. 
Saying she needed a little time to think about it, she -(TM)d call back in
a couple of hours.  She found the idea thrilling but Ahmed was a problem,
she thought he was a creep.  While she felt she had no choice but to
acquiesce to his unwanted touching it portended a problem; she didn -(TM)t
want to have sex with him.  Back on campus an hour or so later she decided
not to call.  Several weeks went by and she couldn -(TM)t let it go. 
Should she try another place?  Thinking back, she saw Frank, an older man,
as more sympathetic and possibly someone she could talk to.  He answered on
the first ring and when she introduced herself he said how happy he was she
finally got back to them.  Right up front, Sally explained her reason for
not calling and her doubts about working for Ahmed.  Frank said he
understood and that he believed Ahmed just  -�temporarily lost it -�.  He
explained they had a no fraternization policy and that Ahmed was very aware
of the problems sexual harassment could bring.  He also said he would talk
to him.  She said,  -�Okay. -� Monday, he told her, is a good day to start;
it -(TM)s less crowded and she -(TM)d have more of a chance to get
comfortable on the stage.  If she could make it by three o -(TM)clock he
-(TM)d have Vivian, the dance manager, fill her in on how things worked. 
Monday was three days away, she could still back out if she wanted, but
when she took her razor into the shower Sunday morning and shaved her pussy
she knew where she would be Monday afternoon.



   Sally At "The Gentleman's Club" Two

   Sally becomes a strip club tease.

   Up early Monday morning and all she could think about was her three o
-(TM)clock appointment at City Lights.  Unable to focus on her schoolwork,
she went for a long walk and arrived back in her room around noon; her
brain was spinning with questions.  Would they like my body?  Are my
breasts too small?  How good is my dancing?  What will the other girls be
like?  Leaving her lunch uneaten she took a shower, dressed and headed off
to Framingham. She nervously entered the club at around ten to three and
saw Frank at his usual perch by the bar.  Big smile on his face, he let her
know how happy he was to see her and that she did the right thing.  He then
took her back to the dressing room to meet Vivian, the dance manager.  Viv,
as she preferred to be called, was a buxom fortyish bleach-blonde who saw
herself as the mother hen to an unruly brood of unhappy chicks.  She warmly
welcomed Sally saying,  -�Frank sure was right about you, honey, sit down.
-� Offering her a soft drink, she also introduced her to Tina and Angie,
two of the other dancers.  They were mid-twenties, attractive and, as Sally
couldn -(TM)t help but notice, bosomy.  Their reaction to her was
noticeably cool. Not sure what she had been told by Frank, Viv proceeded to
fill Sally in on what she could expect at City Lights.   -�In a way," she
said,  -�Your dancing is irrelevant, they want to see you naked and the
more they see of your pussy, the bigger your tips will be; so keep the
teasing to a minimum.  They also like to see you touching yourself, that
-(TM)s usually good for a few extra bucks.  As Frank may have said, ten
percent of your stage tips go to Tommy, the DJ, he trusts you for an honest
count.  Lap dances are generally twenty dollars with ten going to City
Lights.  You can count on an average of ten bucks for a tip.  If you allow
touching, it -(TM)s more.  Your choice.  The backroom is fifty dollars for
each use and whatever you can get beyond that is gravy." She added,  -�You
can make a ton but I somehow don -(TM)t think you -(TM)re here for the
money.  Most of the men who come here are kind of fucked up, especially the
younger ones so avoid any contact outside this building.  You -(TM)ll be
offered plenty: money, trips, baubles, maybe even a new car, it all comes
with a pretty steep price so be careful. -� Viv got up, went to her little
office and came back with a small pile of clothes.   -�I have an idea that
I think would work really well for you, gimme a look. -� That was an
instruction to undress.  Pulling her sweater over her head and putting her
jeans on a nearby chair, she then stood.  Viv indicated for her to remove
the rest and she complied, putting her bra and panties with her jeans.  Viv
was breathless, she hadn -(TM)t seen a young sensuous body like this in
ages.  Handing her the costume she said,  -�You -(TM)re perfect for what I
have in mind, here put these on. -� It was a short schoolgirl skirt, white
blouse, Mary Janes with white socks and sexy underwear.  Sally looked
adorable; Tina and Angie were unimpressed. Dancing commenced at five. 
Tonight, there were just a handful of customers.  The outfit looked great
and Viv had divided Sally -(TM)s hair into two ponytails.  A brief
discussion with Tom about the music and she was ready.  Tom introduced her
as Lolita.  The seven or eight clients perked up when they saw this pretty
young thing strut onto the stage. Following Viv -(TM)s advice, she quickly
shed her skirt and blouse.  Moving across the stage, she paid attention to
each seated customer.  Turning her back towards the bar, she removed her
bra and, caressing her breasts, she again acknowledged her audience.  Her
attention produced a fair number of tips.  Shedding her panties, she was
now ready for her coup de grâce. On her haunches, in front of each man,
she pulled their heads in for a closer look.  That move was a big hit. 
Picking up her things and her money at the song -(TM)s end, she had one
hundred ten dollars, not bad for just seven guys.  Backstage, she was
congratulated by Viv and icily ignored by the other dancers.  Putting
panties back on and picking out a loose-fitting top, she returned to the
bar and personally thanked each of her admirers for their generosity.  She
was now ready to be a lap dance tease.  After several dances, she had the
routine down pat.  Shake those titties right in their face and, as Viv had
mentioned, touch yourself.  They liked that and tipped her generously.  A
few more stage dances, to a larger crowd, had her feeling much more
comfortable and in control.  It was amazing, the power she had over these
men.  She was sure they would kill for her if she asked.  Arriving home at
two AM, she pulled the wad of bills out of her bag, four hundred thirty
bucks, not all that bad.  Over the next few weeks, she expanded her dance
repertoire, adding to her Lolita theme as she also acquired a coterie of
regulars.  These were generous tippers, lap dance enthusiasts; they were
also eager to get her into the back room, something she resisted.  The
thrill of exposing herself to an audience of admirers was fading though. 
In a way she'd accomplished what she set out to do; she'd done something
that would shock, beyond belief of those who knew her, especially her
family.  Schoolwork limited the time she could get to Framingham so she
only managed to get about two days a week, usually Wednesday and Saturday.
Saturday was usually good for about six hundred so she was making a
thousand bucks for two night -(TM)s work, not bad but she now saw it as a
job and she wanted to earn more.  She began taking some of her regulars to
the backroom for "private dances." These involved her feigning masturbation
and unavoidably led to more intimate contact.  Had she crossed the Rubicon
into prostitution?  She thought not but she had begun to wade in when she
allowed her devotees to fondle her breasts and feel the wetness between her
legs.  There was nothing pleasant about it, especially when they entered
her with their fingers.  She also decided to expand her dance role. A
favorite act at City Lights was the duet.  It involved two dancers in an
elaborate, choreographed, lesbian fantasy that would keep them on stage for
as long as fifteen minutes.  The more authentic it looked the more money
would rain onto the stage.  Viv was surprised when Sally expressed an
interest in performing a duet. Later that night, she sat down with Louise,
also known as Chantelle, to discuss the possibility.  The duet made
Chantelle the star attraction at City Lights and it was something she took
very seriously.  They set a rehearsal for Saturday afternoon.  Arriving
early, Sally sat down with Chantelle and discussed the performance.  It was
something she had witnessed but didn't really know what the level of
authenticity was. Chantelle leaned over, pulled Sally in and kissed her on
the lips.  "It's that authentic", she said.  The rehearsal involved more
kissing, fondling and various sex positions.  It was Sally's first intimate
contact with a woman; she looked forward to their performance.  They went
on at ten.  They were a huge success; it took them five minutes to gather
up all the money that had covered the stage.  What was billed as an act
turned into a transformative experience for Sally.  Everything about it was
new and incredibly sensual.  The feel of her breasts, her wetness and when
they were acting out sixty-nine, the hurried taste she had made her hungry
for more.  They were to become lovers. The affair was intense.  Sally would
skip class and drive the thirty miles to Framingham to spend a couple of
hours in bed tasting this beautiful woman.  Their on-stage act became a
sensation.  Now working three nights a week, Sally had a shopping bag full
of currency in her dorm room closet and was beginning to see an exit.  It
had become a hard job, the driving, getting home at three AM, putting up
with unruly shitheels and the fact that the thrill was gone, except for
Chantelle.



   Then, one night, a regular who had requested a backroom show became
unruly when she wouldn -(TM)t suck his cock.  Fearful, she backed out of
the room and called Henry the huge African American bouncer.  Henry
escorted the boisterous and drunk gentleman to the door and bid him adieu.
At closing time, Sally asked Henry to escort her to her car, something he
regularly did for the girls, and there in the parking lot, was the trouble
maker.  While Henry talked to him, Sally got in her car and left.  Within a
few minutes, she sensed she was being followed and, sure enough, it looked
to be him.  Driving altogether too fast, she arrived in Boston and spent
the next half-hour making every turn she could imagine until she no longer
saw him in her mirror.  Arriving at campus, she ran to her room. She should
have known something like this might happen; being a tease can have
consequences.  Up all night thinking about the whole situation, she decided
she -(TM)d move on.  She called Frank in the morning and told him she was
no longer comfortable working there and before he could say anything to
dissuade her, she hung up.  Her relationship with Chantelle went from
inferno to ember to ash.  The thing about these forays was that no one
would ever know what she did.  When the girls sit around drinking beer and
talking about their boyfriends, she could fill them with stories of
forbidden, wanton, scandalous and unrestrained sex but she, of course,
never did.  She never ever mentioned anything to anyone else about her sex
life until she met Dr.  Albers to whom now she -(TM)d tell everything.