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 ï>¿The Awakening Of Angie by Fantasyballer

   The Awakening Of Angie Ch.  01

   'Featured Performer' by Angie.

   (Angie)

   When David and I got married a couple of years earlier I stopped working
because our plan was to start having children right away and I would be a
full time mom.  David was making enough for the both of us so we could
afford to do that.  The problem was I wasn't getting pregnant and David
sort of made comments like maybe he wasn't ready yet and we should enjoy
just the two of us for awhile.

   I understood that point of view but I still wasn't working and I had a
lot of idle time to explore myself, to find those things that motivated or
excited me.

   I had always been a very sexual person and, believe me, that was a big
reason David was drawn to me in the first place.  We fell in love and I
channeled all that energy into our sex life.  Unfortunately, that left a
considerable amount of down time where my energy had nowhere to go.

   I began to really study sex and my sexual desires and needs. 
Unexpectedly, I found that I enjoyed porn.  It was almost a shock because
it was generally assumed that women shouldn't have any interest in porn. 
Porn was for guys because they're very visual about sex and most fantasy
scenarios had women being dominated by horny guys with oversized dicks. 
But then I thought, well sometimes I really like being dominated, a man
just overwhelming me with raw animal sex.  And that, as it turned out, was
just the tip of the iceberg.

   I started looking into more unconventional things like bondage, group
sex, swinging and assorted fetishes.  Each in it's own way turned me on to
varying degrees and while I would have limits to those interests I found
myself unexpectedly aroused by much of it, even if they were relegated to
only fantasies.  I tried to think of where I could go, within my marriage,
and experience some of this.

   I had always been fascinated with strippers and the control and power
that went with providing men with a fantasy that they paid for but
ultimately couldn't take home with them.  I admit to an attraction to
sexual control but there was also the personal arousal that accompanied the
seduction of these men.  Men could be led around by the suggestion (only a
suggestion) that they could fuck me and that idea made me hot as hell.  I
had to try it.  I had to walk into a room of hungry wolves and use my raw
power to make them crave me, beg for me, empty their bank accounts for
me...it was a huge turn on.

   Oh ya, and I knew I was, as they say, a hottie.  Five feet four with a
killer figure and long beautiful dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.  Men
stared at me constantly and I was pretty certain what they were thinking.

   The catch was getting David to let me do this.  He would freak out but I
was sure I couldn't do it without him and his support.  That was the
safety/fear part.  I had no idea how you get your mate to help you seduce
other men but I was going to try.  After calling him at work I only
revealed that I wanted him to take me somewhere.  We'd talk about it when
he got home.

   When he got home I ran to greet him and show him how excited I was over
this potential night out and how much it meant to me.  Curiosity was
killing him and he asked me over and over what this big reveal was all
about.  I just couldn't figure out how to say it.

   I even tried to ease into it by asking him if he thought I was sexy and,
of course, being my champion, he went on about my beauty, and was almost
poetic.  But I had to just ask...

   "David, don't freak out but I want you to take me to The Pleasure Palace
so I can enter the amateur contest.  If I win it pays a hundred and fifty
bucks but I don't care about the money.  I just really want to try this and
I need you there with me."

   "That's a strip club, Ang.  You want to take your clothes off at a strip
club?"

   I told him how important this was to me and how I wanted to know what it
felt like.  The other thing I asked is that he be there so I'd feel safe.
I'd never even been in a strip club much less get on stage.

   He protested as much as he could until my resolve wore him down.  I felt
guilty putting him in such an uncomfortable situation but I also knew he'd
cave.  I needed to find out something about myself sexually and there
wasn't a more direct way to do that than step onstage in a room full of men
and demand their attention with my body.  They might get off but I was
going to get off too.

   We wandered around the house pretending to be doing something purposeful
but all I could think about was what this was going to feel like and I
suspect he was doing the same but his thoughts were likely filled with
dread and apprehension.  Was I being a terrible wife asking him do this? 
Probably.  I just wanted him to know that I was with him always and even if
they liked me I was going home with him.  I was freaked...but I just had to
do it!

   After getting my hair and makeup in order we took off to the club and
signed in by 9:30 for the 10pm start time.  My competition were mainly beer
fueled younger girls in their street clothes who were doing this on a
boyfriend dare or thinking they could make a few bucks.  I was older and my
motivation was what would put me in the winners circle.

   I dressed to kill, in a skin tight deep purple dress that was so short
that my hot little behind crept slightly out from under.  When I walked out
of the women's restroom I was switched on and I knew they were already
checking me out.  About halfway down the bar area some guy held me up for a
second with a hand placed on my ass, leaned in and whispered, "I've got
something in my pants that would go great with that dress."

   I laughed him off and kept my hips in motion to the stage.  I was so
confident I was thinking, 'Ya, buddy, after I'm done up there you're gonna
need plenty of cash to touch this ass.' Knowing what I know now I was way
overconfident but I think I realized that overconfidence was the only way I
could make myself step on stage.

   I christened myself, Jazmine, and from the moment I walked out on the
floor I thought I was the hottest piece of ass on the planet.  I said it
over and over in my head till I had no doubts.  At this point I didn't know
Angie anymore.  I just oozed sexual energy and if your cock had radar it
picked up my presence immediately.  Most heads (big and little) were turned
in my direction.

   I was set to go on next and I knew one thing for sure, if I wanted to
turn them on I'd have to turn myself on.  "Next up," said the DJ, "this is
Jaaaaazzzzzzmine".  One of the customers gallantly offered me a hand up on
the stage and then I was lost in the music.

   I don't recall much of my performance.  All I remember is that I moved
like a sex starved cat in heat and guys just wanted a piece of me.  After
slithering out of my dress, all the way across the runway hands were
reaching out to stick bills in my G-string and cop a feel at the same time.
I ate it up.  The more that they desired me the more I wanted to be
desired. In my irrational heat I almost wanted one of them to break the
rules, jump on stage, pull their dick out and lay into me.  When I went
into this I wanted them to lust after me but as it progressed I was craving
their attention.  Essentially I was egging on a large pack of wolves to
fuck me silly.  My every move made them think this was possible.

   I'd spent so much time in a haze I didn't even realize I'd gotten to the
other side and hadn't even taken off my top.  The DJ kicked in another sexy
song because he could see the response and the fact that I needed more
stage time.  Everybody hung on the reveal because the tease was so potent
so I took it up several levels.  After I dropped my bra I had no intention
of going any further even though it was an all nude club...except I
couldn't put the brakes on.  I was on fire and had to go all the way so I
guided the fingers of two guys to either side of my G-string and as they
gently pulled down I eased out of the last piece of clothing.  Then,
straight legged, I bent completely over, grabbing my ankles, to put my
wares on display.  You might as well have hung a sign on my ass that said,
'Fuck here'.

   As the song ended I closed my eyes and stood up still leaning against
the pole.  It was like an out of body experience where half of me didn't
know what I'd just done and the other half watched my every move from the
audience.

   When it was over the place went crazy and I looked for David to get my
bearings but I was thrown off to see the shock on his face.  The vote was
quick and I was the landslide winner.

   Seeing David was enough to temporarily bring me back to reality and I
started going around to gather up my stray discarded clothing.  But by the
time I had my bra and G-string back in place, guys were falling all over
themselves wanting private dances or whatever I'd agree to.  I have to
admit my ego was lapping it up and I wanted to try it but I knew in the
house rules they'd given us that amateurs couldn't provide that service so
that was my excuse.

   Then the owner guided me back to his office to deliver the winnings and
tell me how incredible I was and would I consider dancing full time at the
club.  "You could make a LOT of money," he said, holding my hand.  I was
wildly flattered but politely declined saying I was married and needed to
be home at night.  He countered by offering that most dancers had
boyfriends or husbands and I could dance the day shift if it would work
better.

   I shouldn't have responded without talking to David first but in the
glow of all the strokes I was getting I impulsively said 'yes' and we
agreed I'd start the following Monday.  We went over some basic rules of
the club and then he added that if I wanted to I could take a few of those
admirers out there for private dances before going home.  His come on was,
"They're just dying to give you their money."

   I was wishing he hadn't said that because I already wanted to do it but
for sure David wanted to go home.  Maybe just one private dance to get used
to it.  He'd understand and then we could go.  When I went back out to our
booth and told David about my new employment he freaked and tried to talk
me out of it.  I spelled it out in detail that he was my man and nobody was
taking his place...that this adventure was something else altogether and
please support me.

   I jumped up and got the guy from the bar.  "If you're still interested,
I'm interested," I said, as a lot of other envious guys looked on.  "What's
your name?" I asked.  "Tom," he said, "and you were incredible up there."

   "Let's go, handsome," and I took his hand and led him back to one of the
private booths with a large mirror in it.  The booth was, for safety's
sake, not completely private and there was a bouncer up in the front of the
club using monitors in case something should get out of line.  I had
nothing more to go on but what I'd seen and read online so I took off
everything, sat next to him on the padded bench with my hand on his thigh
and waited for the next song to start.  He seemed like a nice guy and we
small talked for a minute or so while he stared at my body and then...

   I straddled him and slowly moved my crotch back and forward on his lap
until I could feel his cock getting hard.  I let him have free roaming
privileges as long as he didn't go too far.  Basically the only thing off
limits was my vagina...look but don't touch.  I kissed his neck and ear and
then he went after my breasts and sucked my nipples, flicking his tongue
until my nipples were hard.  I didn't totally know what to expect in
private but I was sort of getting turned on a little bit and the thought
that this guy would have given anything to shove his dick up my vulnerable
pussy got me going even more.  Predictably I was first time nervous when we
began but I was loosening up only because my clit was getting inadvertently
stimulated in the process.  He was progressively more intense and grabbed
my wrists, pinning my arms to the bench while the grinding picked up speed.
Holding me down scared me for a second but then he let go and grabbed my
ass with both hands, moving me like I was a fucking machine.  It surprised
me that I came once during this.  He took a handful of my hair with one
hand while dry humping my wet vagina.  Not long after the 3rd song he let
out a deep grunt and orgasmed.

   And it was over.  Tom had a happy, cum soaked crotch and I made $80 for
about 15 minutes of fantasy fucking.  But as I was putting my modest
clothing back on I wondered how dancing onstage and doing these private
fantasies all day would feel.  This would be my job and it was uncharted
territory.  I was to become a professional play toy for all sorts of men
and that would include men I didn't particularly like.  Tom paid me plus a
$15 tip, we hugged and walked back out to the bar area.

   After other guys saw me come out of private I fought off a torrent of
offers, leaving a trail of horny disappointment.  I did, though, use the
moment as an advertisement for my debut on Monday.  A lot of them said
they'd leave work early to see me and, in several cases, they were retired
so they could easily make the time.  Obviously, my pole dance made an
impression.

   David and I drove home and though we were quiet the whole trip, all I
could think of was ways to make it up to him for sticking with me when
lesser guys would have handed me cab fare and gone home.  He clearly did
not want to talk about it so when we got in bed the only thing left in my
arsenal was what I began the night with and that was sex.  I made love to
him using the same oozing sex I slinked across the club runway with and
then we fell asleep.



   The Awakening Of Angie Ch.  02

    -~Featured Performer -(TM) by David.

   (This is essentially the part 1 story told from Angie's husband's
perspective.)

   (David)

   My wife, Angie, and I had been married about 2 years when she called me
at work and asked me to take her out somewhere after dinner.  She didn't
want to say where on the phone but we'd talk about it when I got home.  I
hadn't a clue as to the mystery but where would she want to go on a
Thursday night?  Movies?  Shopping?

   As soon as I came in the door she came running up to me, planting a big
smiling kiss before I could even get my coat off.  "What's this all about?"
I asked her, "Did we win the lottery?" She was so excited that now I was
getting excited.

   While at the dinner table she's just smiling like the Cheshire Cat from
Alice In Wonderland and now I gotta know what's up.  "Angie, what's going
on?  Are you pregnant?"

   "No"

   "What, what, what?"

   "David, do you think I'm sexy?" she asked tentatively.

   "I hope that's a rhetorical question," I said, "because you're the
reason my dick gets up in the morning.  (she laughed) Angie, you're an
incredible beauty...the hottest of the hot."

   And she was.  A 5'4", gorgeous, dark brown haired Latin-American with a
stunning figure, brilliant mind and an electric personality that I must
have tricked into marrying me because how did that happen?  When we were in
the bedroom she was adventurous and open to anything and just looking at
her got me rock hard.

   "Why are you asking this, Ang?"

   "Because there's something I have to do and I want you to help me with
it."

   "Ang, you're killing me.  What is it?"

   We kept eating for awhile until finally she just blurted it out.  "I
want you to take me to The Pleasure Palace so I can enter the amateur night
contest.  If I win I make a hundred and fifty bucks but I don't really care
about that.  I just really want to do this..."

   Blindsided.  "Ang, that's a strip club.  You want to take your clothes
off at a strip club?"

   "Yes, I've thought about this and I really want to do it.  I need to
feel what it's like when random men are looking at you like that.  I just
need to try this.  I know you're going to get jealous if they like me but
do me this favor and be with me so I'll feel safe."

   "Well, I don't want you to go there," I pleaded, "but if I can't stop
you I sure as hell wouldn't let you go alone!"

   "Does that mean you'll take me?" she asked enthusiastically.

   "NO..............or yes, I don't know.  Why do this?  And then I have to
watch other men drool all over you?  Are you sure you want to ask me this?"

   Short pause.  "Yes," she said firmly.

   Longer pause.  "Okay," I said, immediately regretting I said it.  But I
didn't know what to say to stop her.  I'd seen her single-mindedness before
and there was only going to be one answer anyway so I could have said 'yes'
right away and not lost 10 minutes of my life to the inevitable.  For sure
this was going to make me very uncomfortable.  Maybe I could hide in the
bathroom during her performance...but she'd never forgive me for that.  Oh,
shit.

   "What time does it start?" I asked, dejectedly.

   "10 o'clock.  We have to check in by 9:30."

   Nothing much else was said during dinner.  We cleaned up the kitchen and
messed around with menial chores around the house until 8pm when she
announced she was getting ready.  Forty-five minutes later she came out of
the bathroom glammed to the max and wearing the tightest little purple
dress you've ever seen.  If it had been any shorter it would have been
classified a shirt.

   She brought with her a shoe bag and I thought, 'How long has she planned
this?" I mean, she's done her homework and shopping, she's got a wardrobe
and I'm only hearing about it now?  I didn't understand all of this but
maybe I wasn't satisfying her and she was looking for another outlet for
her sexual energy.  I had a million questions and now I'd backed myself
into a corner and all I could do was go with the flow.

   We were there a few minutes before 9:30, checked in with the DJ and she
was ready to go.  Despite the fact that the place was packed I lucked into
a booth in the back and immediately tried to anesthetize myself with
martinis.  Angie went into the bathroom to change shoes and when she came
out and walked towards the DJ staging area with the other amateurs I almost
fell out of the booth.  She wore the purple dress I'd only seen for the
first time tonight and 5 inch black high platform stripper shoes with ankle
straps.  As she walked through the room I watched the eyes follow her and,
clearly feeling those eyes, she started working it.  She'd gotten halfway
down the bar area and some guy stopped her, put his hand on her rear and
whispered something in her ear as she playfully laughed, tossed her hair
and kept moving.  She was smiling like she'd already won.  Even the pros
were watching her.

   They lined up according to performance order and the DJ put Angie last
for what I thought were obvious reasons.  If she danced as well as she
walked the place would go nuts.  With the exception of Angie, nearly all
the other contestants were at the upper range of college age, either in the
last year of school or locals that were egged on by their boyfriends.  A
couple were, in my martini fog opinion, pretty hot, backed by their loud
entourage.  But most were so nervous there wasn't enough beer in the bar to
calm them down.  They wore the gear they came in with and when they finally
took off their jeans and t-shirts patrons were encouraged to slip bills
into their panties or on the floor around them.

   This was an all nude show bar so while management suggested the amateurs
keep their panties on during the performance it was only a guideline.  You
could take it to the max and no one would complain, least of all the
insatiable patrons dying for a pussy sighting on one of the amateurs.  I
wasn't concerned about Angie going that far because it was her first try at
this and she'd want to play it safe like the other girls.

   Finally Angie was up.  Martinis or not I was an anxious wreck and wanted
to leave like right now.  I tried to calculate what would happen if I
grabbed her off the stage and ran out the door.  I was starting to imagine
all sorts of awful things with the pack mentality of a room full of raging
testosterone and if nothing else I was just plain jealous of all the boners
that would be had because of my wife.  Involuntarily I got up to hide in
the bathroom when...

   "Next up and our final contestant, this is Jazmine", he said, drawing
out the pronunciation of the name.  Jazmine?  OMG, she even picked a stage
name!  And then she stepped up to the stage and took to the pole...

   And then I didn't recognize her anymore.  She was Jazmine.  Her body
didn't move in the clumsy ways that some of the other girls did.  She moved
like a woman whose only mission was to please men, the sexy heat just
dripping off her.  You could almost taste it.  She slowly reached back and
unzipped her dress, letting it slide ever so slowly to the floor.  Then she
stepped out of the dress and casually flicked it with her foot into the
face of a table side customer and the whole room went nuts.

   Out of that dress came a killer bod decorated by a very small silver bra
and G-string, with a shaved landing strip peeking over the G-string.  She
worked the pole a bit then slid down on all fours and shook her ass in the
face of a stage-sider who promptly slipped a 10 dollar bill into the back
of her string while running his hand down her thigh.  I was holding myself
back.

   The stage was designed with poles at the far ends and a runway
connecting them across the room.  She crawled the entire length of the
runway, occasionally stopping to mimic masturbation or tease a patron, guys
slipping her bills and feeling her up along the way.  When she got to the
side I was closest to she pulled herself up on the pole, grinding on it
like it was a giant cock.  Men were just reaching in to touch her ass,
putting more and more cash in her string until there was no more room.  The
place was going crazy and everything felt out of control.

   I was in a state of shock that she was doing this.  I wanted it to be
over.  I felt like I was losing Angie to Jazmine and I'd never see her
again.  The "competition" as intended was decidedly long over and everybody
knew it, but Jazmine's show continued.

   All the girls who had danced previously had one song to work with but
when the DJ saw what was happening and that she hadn't even removed her top
yet he immediately kicked in another one, a sex filled R&B song about a one
night stand.

   "More from Jazmine...," he growled.

   She unhooked her bra and holding her breasts with both hands she ever
teasingly pulled it to the floor and more cash kept coming her direction.
Her incredible tits we're now on display for all to see as she rubbed and
teased her nipples, even pushing them up one at a time to touch them with
the end of her tongue.  By this time I imagined every cock in the house
wanted her.  I was almost embarrassed that I was hard too but the way she
moved there was no choice.  She owned this.

   Then she did it...leaning with her back against the pole she went into a
slow squat and touched herself then asked one guy on either side of her to
pull down her G-string with their finger and as she stood up it slid down
those gorgeous legs until it too was on the floor and she was completely
nude.  All the cash that had been stuffed in there came falling to the
floor like autumn leaves.  There was so much cash littered about you
couldn't see the stage floor.

   Oh, shit.

   The entire room went oddly quiet as she squatted down the pole again
spreading her legs for all to see.  Her pussy was like a billboard for
"fuck me, I'm horny as hell" and I think that every guy in there wanted to
do just that including the owner, the bouncer and the bartender.  Hell,
even the girls looked like they wanted to fuck her.  I wanted to fuck her.

   And then as the song came to an end, legs still spread, she grabbed hold
of her tits, closed her eyes and a single drop of spittle fell from her
lower lip, ran down her breast and hit the stage.  You could have heard a
pin drop.  Even the DJ had nothing to say.  After maybe a minute or so,
that felt like an hour, the DJ said, "And that was Jazmine!".

   The girls all came back on the stage and the customer vote took about 15
seconds.  She had won amateur night and it wasn't even close.

   With that announcement she went around collecting the discarded pieces
of her clothing, being held up numerous times by guys wanting private
dances or time in the VIP rooms, at least those were the requests I could
hear.  I'd been in a couple of clubs on business trips and seen strippers
but I'd never seen something like this.  A stripper's goal is to get you to
take them for private dances because that's where the money is made but I'd
never seen a feeding frenzy.  Guys were coming out of the woodwork to get
to her.  Unfortunately for them, amateurs were not allowed to go for
private dances, I read that in the rules they provided, and that put me a
little more at ease.

   I watched as the owner guided her back to his office (I was very nervous
about that) and I waited patiently until they talked and we could go home
after she collected her winnings.  She'd done it and I assumed that would
be enough to get her to move on to something else but when she emerged from
the office she came running over excitedly to tell me the owner wanted to
hire her to dance regularly.

   Oh no.  I didn't think of this twist.

   I was a buzzkill for sure, saying something like "I don't think you
should do it" and I added, "I'll never see you again if you start dancing".

   "No, it'll work out perfect," she said, "because he said I could work
the day shift while you're at work!" I was again in shock.

   Oh no...

   "Angie, what happened up there tonight?," I asked, "When you started
dancing I lost you, and you were nothing but pure sex for anonymous men.  A
woman named Jazmine took your place.  Every guy in here wanted to jump up
on that stage and fuck your brains out.  What happened to you?"

   "There's something going on with me sexually that I have to work out. 
When I was up on that stage I was in control of this whole room and I knew
it and it was a tremendous rush...almost like a drug.  I needed those men
to want me so bad they'd cum in their pants at the mere thought of it.  I
know you love me and I love you but I needed this sexual intensity for some
reason.  I don't quite understand all of my feelings but I wanted to drive
all those men to such craziness that all they wanted was to fuck me every
which way and empty their bank accounts to do it.  Please don't let go of
me through all of this because I don't want to lose you and no matter what
happens here, at the end of the day I'll always be yours."

   "One more favor, honey," she said, "see that guy at the end of the bar?
He wants to take me back for a couple of private dances.  Now that I
officially work here I can do it.  The owner explained what you can and
can't do in private.  Hang in a little bit longer so I can do this one guy
and we can go.  I need to get my feet wet."

   Before I could even register a complaint she jumped up and guided the
guy back to the private area.  They were gone for maybe 4 or 5 songs until
he came out smiling and she came out adjusting her bra and primping her
obviously tousled hair.

   Then this happened...I don't know who he thought I was to her but,
seeing that I was holding all the money she was raking in, some guy walked
over and offered me $500 to take her to the motel on the next block for an
hour.  He said I could watch if I liked.  I was breathing fire and just
glared at him until he slinked away.  I was also on my 'whatever number'
martini.

   I didn't say anything else that evening.  We drove home in silence and
when we got into bed she went after it like an escort, making love to me in
ways that she'd never done before.  I didn't understand anything of what
happened at that club and nothing was the same from then on.  I didn't want
her going back because I knew it would drive me insane.

   Let's just say the story didn't end there --



   The Awakening Of Angie Ch.  03

   First day on stage.

   My act of sexual liberation had a cost.  David had his whole world order
turned upside down knowing that I had a compulsion that he didn't see
coming or understand.  To be fair to myself I didn't see it coming...at
least, not with this ferocity.

   There wasn't anything I'd ever done in my life that rivaled the rush of
adrenaline I got from traveling that runway while a house full of lust
driven men dreamt of having me.

   So then what?

   I knew this about myself.  I'd had a taste and I wanted more.  I wanted
to see where this would take me sexually and to not go there would be a
possible denial of who I was.  But I was married to David and we had loved
and cared for each other for quite awhile, planned to start a family, and
then I walked in and changed the rules.  I felt like a traitor.

   The next day, my first full shift at the Pleasure Palace, the day girls
had heard the stories from the night before.  Some of them teased me but by
and large I was welcomed in the dressing room.  One thing was true and I
learned it right away:

   We were all competing for the customer, i.e., the money.  I liked the
money but there were other forces driving me.  One important rule, don't
move in on another girl's 'regular'.  I found that out the first day.

   I was up dancing, getting familiar with the pole, when a guy who'd been
watching me intently came up to tip me.  I opened my G-string and he
deposited a five dollar bill as the string snapped shut to hold it in
place. Then he took some liberty and ran his hand down my ass.

   "Would you like some company when I get off the stage?" I asked.

   "Sure," was all he said.

   When I had finished I sat next to him and were making small talk when
another girl, Amber, slid in from the other side of the booth and was all
over him, Ron this, Ron that.  Feeling I was odd man out I excused myself
and sat at the bar until one of the other girls let me know about the
unwritten rule.  As I found out though, if the regular wanted the new girl
over his old flame, that was his choice.

   Not trying to be egomaniacal but when some of these guys saw me they
became my regulars.

   Some of the girls found stripping to be drudgery but most, including me,
found it to be a rush.  When I knew I was turning some guy on my pussy
juices started flowing and another difference from most, I wanted them to
fuck me.  I didn't have that option in the strip club but I'm sure my
regulars sensed it.  Still, I was new, a little unsure and not encouraged
by my peers, so I shut down the numerous offers to spread my legs for cash
outside the club.

   I had daydreams of good looking guys fucking me back in VIP.  I had a
hair trigger orgasmic pussy and couldn't get enough.  Instead, I said no.

   Oh, and I was a married woman.

   I was torturing David with my seemingly sudden change of direction but
it wasn't sudden, just the urge to reveal it.

   "Hey, gorgeous," he shouted from the booth.  As I walked over to him he
said, "Are you busy?"

   "No, I think I can fit you in," I said trying to be funny and sexy at
the same time.

   He laughed but I could see his lurid mind wrestling with the idea. 
"You're new here, right?" he said, trying to get the ball rolling.

   "Yes, it's my first day."

   "Oh wow.  Well it's my lucky day then.  You're a stunner and I love
newbies."

   "Thanks.  I'm Jazmine, what's your name?"

   About that time the cocktail server in a skimpy outfit showed up.

   "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.

   "Well it's a little early in the day but...sure, shot of Jack?

   "Make it two.  Wow, that's a big girl drink."

   "Well, I figure if you're doing something don't be half ass about it." I
shifted myself closer to him thinking that we could end up in VIP if I
played it right.  I casually put my hand on his thigh while he stared at my
rack.

   Catching himself, "Oh, sorry, I was staring at your breasts."

   "No apologies necessary, that's what they're there for.  You can touch
if you like..."

   He reached for my bra and slipped his fingers in the cup.  I moaned when
he did it and began massaging his thigh, incidentally making light touch
with his boner.

   Our drinks came, we clinked a toast and downed the bourbon in one
motion. "You're fucking gorgeous," he complimented me once again as my hand
kept at it under the table.

   "Think you might like to take me back private?" I said enticingly.

   "Hell ya, I'm getting one more shot and then let's go!" he said,
motioning with his hand to the server.  She hustled over with the order and
when it landed there were two shots.  I didn't notice that he'd taken the
liberty of ordering me another.  Uh-oh.

   We both picked up our glasses and he knocked it down and I knocked
it...well, maybe half but even that was going to cloud my judgment.  By the
time I stood up i was lightheaded and going back to faux fuck somebody who
would rather full fuck me.

   I was learning a lot on my first day, I just didn't know it yet.

   He booked me with the bartender for a half hour at $150.  The club took
twenty off the top.  Up until this moment I hadn't done anymore than a
couple of twenty dollar song dances the night before.

   There were four VIP rooms to choose from and he wanted the one with the
couch and a mini stage, maybe five by five, with a pole.  When we got in
the room and I set the wall timer for 30 minutes he sat on the couch and
said, "Dance for me, Jazmine."

   As a dancer I had little to no skill on the pole but I wasn't
particularly concerned that Adam would grow bored since his eyes followed
my ass like a laser.  I ran my fingers across my pussy and in a soft voice
he said, almost to himself, "Oh fuck, I want that."

   As I moved to tease him he continued commenting, "You're so fucking hot,
I wanna fuck you." Then while my back was turned he stepped up on the stage
behind me and pressed his bulge against my crack and rubbed up and down. 
Two mirrors gave a multi-erotic look at his grinding away on my rear.  His
next move I did not see coming and having no experience I wasn't sure what
to do with.

   He pinned me against the pole and with his free hand, reached around,
guiding his first two fingers into my cunt.  It was against the rules but I
was frozen against the pole and I was getting off.  I was wet as hell and
he could surely tell.  When I didn't resist he shoved his fingers as far as
the angle would allow and actively began finger fucking me.  "You like
this, Jazmine?" he whispered in my ear.  I didn't say anything but he heard
my breathing get heavier as I was getting close to cumming.  "You like
this, don't you, girl?" He sped it up and I couldn't hold back anymore. 
"I'm cuuuummmmiiinnng, oh fuck, don't stop, fuuuuccckkkkkk, uuuuuuuhhhhhh,"
My juices ran down his wrist.

   The fact that I had cum invigorated his cock and, grinding against my
rear, he too climaxed.  "Oh, shit, fuck, uuuuuhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh" His
grip on the pole loosened and he got off the stage and sat on the sofa,
dragging me behind him.

   We sat together, him holding me in his arms, for the remaining time
without speaking.  There was a silent acknowledgment that he'd gotten away
with one from the new girl.  But I was complicit by doing nothing to steer
his fingers elsewhere and on top of that I came, giving him the stamp of
approval.

   There were cameras in all the rooms but from the angle we were at I
doubted that anyone could make out what was happening other than him
grinding on me against the pole.

   "We can't do that again," I reminded him for the next time.

   "I know, sorry, I got carried away.  You liked it though, right?" he
asked hopefully.

   "Ahhh...Yes, but I've been here less than a day and I don't want to get
fired."

   He tipped me heavily and I hugged him and went back out on the floor. 
The day shift was sparse compared to the frenetic energy of the evening but
that was an aid, giving me a chance to get my footing.

   I learned how to walk seductively and at the same time appear casual
about it.  Stripper shoes, or very high platform shoes, took some getting
used to.  Falling on your ass is the clear opposite of seductive so I had
to be careful during the learning phase.  I watched another dancer take a
dive off the end of the stage and it sucked the sexy right out of the room.

   About 3pm the bartender told me that the owner, Ted, wanted to see me.
They buzzed me back through the security door and into his office.

   "Hi, Angie," he said cheerfully, "how's your first day going?  Do you
have any questions?"

   "No," I said overconfidently, "I think I'm figuring things out."

   "Good, glad to hear it.  A girl who looks like you will make a lot of
money in this place.  Well I'm glad I could help you start your career.  Be
careful with the costumers because they like to get as much as they can
get. (He saw the video) You're new so mistakes might happen.  I just can't
get get shut down because a girl gave away more than the state thinks she
should.  I hope that advice helps."

   "Yes," I said contritely.

   I'm here to make your job as fun and stimulating as possible.  You know,
I've helped a lot of girls get started and most of them show their
appreciation."

   He landed that last word with a thud and left it to dangle there.  I
knew what it meant and I only had one decision to make and I had to fill
the deafening silence quickly.  In the back of my mind I'd half expected
this but had no plan other than what I did.

   I stood up from my chair and walked towards him and around the desk
until my pussy was at his eye level.  With both hands he lowered my
g-string down my legs.  Then he rolled his chair slightly back, "Sit on the
edge, Angie."

   I did what he asked.  "Now spread your legs...," he rolled forward,
"...and put your legs over my shoulders.  Now, here's a welcome gift to
you..."

   He ate my pussy like he'd found an oasis in the desert.  His large
tongue assaulted my hotspot and in a short time my body shook, "Fuck, fuck,
yeeessss, fuck I'm cuuummmiinngg, yes, yes, yeeeesssss..."

   "Now why don't you show me some appreciation." He had his clothes on the
floor before the orgasmic wave over my body had finished and suddenly
pushed to my knees my mouth was full of his huge dick and I was doing my
best to handle it.  At its inflated peak it threatened to smother me.  My
pussy saved me from passing out as he turned me, tits down, on the desk.  I
heard him mutter to himself, "What a fucking hot ass."

   Then he took that snake and slipped it in my wet and waiting pussy,
"Uhhhhnnnnn, mmmmmmm" I moaned as he moved back and forth.

   "Like that, baby doll?"

   I didn't just like it, I loved it and I was getting close to cumming
again and started complimenting his thrust by pushing my ass into it.

   "I'm cumming, baby doll.  I'm fucking cumming!!!  I'm gonna creme on
your ass, baby doll," and he pulled out and shot ribbons of ejaculate all
over my rear, and as I looked back over my shoulder a thunderous orgasm
shot through my body.

   So, I had fucked the boss on my first day.

   David told me he was afraid that would happen the night before at the
amateur contest.  He was close to right.

   When I got home at night David asked me, with some trepidation, how it
went.  For his benefit I played it down, "Oh, so so.  There weren't that
many customers so I danced some and kinda got to know the other girls a
little."

   "Maybe it's boring and you'll quit," he asked hopefully.

   As he hugged me I just hoped he wouldn't pick up the scent of sex on me
so I said, "I'm going to take a shower and then let's eat dinner!"

   Upstairs the guilt was setting in.  I was scaring myself at how quickly
I was changing.  My vision of my marriage was a loose patchwork when it had
been my stability.  Other strippers had husbands so I wasn't alone.  Why
wouldn't this work?  I wanted David on the journey with me.

   Whatever happened, I knew the pull of taking off my clothes for men
would be too much to resist by morning.



   The Awakening Of Angie Ch.  04

    -~Swinging On A Star -(TM) by David.

   As we were sitting watching TV one night, out of nowhere Angie says,
"David, don't take this the wrong way but I'd like to try swinging."

   Half listening I said "Swinging what?"

   "You know, like couples swapping partners."

   "For sex?," I asked incredulously.  "Of course, for sex," she said, "Do
you think I'm talking about trading baseball cards?"

   Knowing that Angie's sarcasm meant I'd better pay attention I shut off
the television and turned to her.  "Angie, you can't be serious.  Please
tell me you're kidding."

   "Not kidding.  I just want to try it and see what it's like, something
to break up the routine."

   First the strip club job and now she wanted to have sex with another
couple and I'm silently freaking out with where her head was going so I'd
have to talk her out of it.  Of course, that would be like talking a
speeding train into stopping.

   "Angie, when you say you 'just want to try it' you make it sound like
you're trying on different clothes.  This is having sex with other people
outside our marriage.  It's weird enough that you go to that club every day
and have random men drooling and whatever else all over you and now this.
When does it end?"

   "I don't know," she said, "I'm finding that out.  I'm realizing I'm a
very sexualized person and I'm exploring that."

   "But now you're asking a really difficult thing of me because I have
trouble with the idea of another man screwing my wife and on top of that
you're alright with me screwing another woman?!"

   "It's not about love," she said, "its just about sex.  I love you."

   "Sounds to me like you love sex."

   "Yes!!!," she said loudly, "I'm finding out that I love different kinds
of sex...maybe more than I realized.  I want to find out how that fits in
my life...in our lives!"

   I just got up from the sofa and left the room.  I didn't know where to
but I needed air and to get it I'd just have to leave the room.  I sat at
the kitchen table for awhile thinking this all through.  It felt like I
wasn't married anymore and just having that thought scared me.  My choice
was to either participate or take the risk of losing her altogether.  Or
maybe I couldn't be a part of this at all.

   We didn't talk anymore that night and in the morning she didn't bring it
back up but I knew it was not because she was suddenly disinterested but
because she was waiting for me to work it out.  No, there was no question
that she wanted to do this.  Angie never said much she didn't mean.  At
least she had the guts to put it out there, I'd give her that.

   I barely got a speck of work done all day and I thought of nothing else
but her having sex with another man and, to boot, with me there.  I was
jealous of the thought.  I wasn't even thinking of the fact that I'd be
doing another woman.  I had all I needed in Angie so why would I need to
find gratification with another woman?

   When I got home that evening she was cautiously ready to jump back into
the conversation.

   "So, what do you think?," she asked.

   I hardly got my coat off and said, "Yes"

   "Yes you'll do it?"

   "Yes," I repeated, "but, Angie, this has to be the end of this stuff. 
It's not the way I want things to go in our marriage and I'm only doing it
because I'm afraid if I don't I'll lose you forever.  I'm even afraid that
I'll lose you forever if I do go through with it."

   "You'll like her"

   "Like who?," I asked.

   "Star.  You know, you met her at the club during amateur night.  She and
her husband, Jeff, are swingers and I thought they'd be perfect.  Her real
name is Sandra."

   I wasn't placing her right away but then remembered she was one of the
girls who came by that asked me if I wanted some company.  Tall, blonde,
creamy skin color, gorgeous girl.

   "Ya, I remember her," I said.

   "Oh you do?," Angie said trying to tease me, "I thought you only had
eyes for me?"

   "You know what I mean.  It's not like she was so awful that I had to
look away.  Besides, she was coming on to me while you were getting ready
to go on.  I told her I was with you and she moved along."

   "But she got your attention?"

   "Well, ya, in the sense that she was a beautiful woman, but..."

   "But what?  You were attracted to her but because of me you didn't
invite her to sit with you?  You could have taken her for a couple dances.
What if I had encouraged you?  What if I had said, 'She's hotter than
shit...hell, I'd do her.' Wouldn't you, in your heart of hearts, want to do
her?"

   "You're twisting my sensibilities as a card carrying male into something
that suits your needs.  Look, I said I'd do this with you.  Stop trying to
psych-bust me because I think our marriage is more important."

   "Sorry," she said, "I just wanted you to admit that sex crossed your
mind when you saw her.  Admit that given the right opportunity you would
have loved to take her for a ride."

   "Yes, a million times, yes.  I admit it.  That doesn't mean I'd act on
it."

   "Well, when we do this swap I'm giving you permission to go for all you
can get.  She liked you and from what I hear she's very, shall we say,
accomplished in this area.  Plus, she won't be familiar and that's part of
the excitement of doing this."

   "And what will you be doing while I'm screwing her?"

   "I'm sure you know the obvious answer to that," she said, "but if you
need it spelled out, I'll be having the same excitement you are.  We'll be
doing this apart but together."

   "In the same room?!"

   "Maybe, maybe not."

   And that was the last we spoke of it until Saturday night when Angie let
me know we'd be having dinner out somewhere with them at seven and then go
back to their place for drinks and the couples swap, and maybe more drinks
after that.

   SATURDAY NIGHT

   Dinner was filled with mostly small talk but I spent most of it quietly
ruminating on the fact that Jeff would soon be humping my wife (while I
watched?) and I was supposed to be alright with that?  I couldn't quite get
my head to the part where I'd be doing Sandra.  I was so nervous I dropped
my fork about 3 times.

   I thought, maybe I can keep ordering more food and drinks to delay the
inevitable but that idea seemed weak so I didn't push it too far although I
was mainlining martinis like this was the last batch ever produced.  I just
felt I needed to go numb.  My concern was to keep steady enough to be
social and anesthetized enough to get through this with my marriage in
tact.

   It was Jeff who suggested we pay up and go to their place for some
'fun'. I hoped there were a lot more martinis there.

   We'd barely gotten through the door when Jeff went right over to Angie
and put his arm around her waist.  She responded with a giggle and he drew
her closer, kissing her.  I could see their tongues touching and Jeff
reaching around to hike up her dress and grab her ass.  Shit, was she going
to fuck him right then and there?

   Addressing me, "So, champ, I hear you're new to this arrangement?"

   "Ya, you could say that." I'm sure the edge in my voice easily
registered.

   "Well, I'm gonna take real good care of this little hottie of yours so
don't worry about that.  And you're gonna get a run at Sandra and she's a
beast.  Get you a drink?"

   "Definitely," I said with that edge still in tact.  I was pissed he was
trying to placate my discomfort so he could fuck Angie.

   After drink orders were taken, Angie followed Jeff into the kitchen and
Sandra pulled up a chair right in front of me and put both of her hands on
my thighs.

   "This will be fun, David.  I know you're a little uncomfortable right
now but (here she moved her hands back and forth) I guarantee you're gonna
love putting that cock of yours to work in my pussy." She lightly touched
my responsive bulge.  I felt guilty for being attracted to her seduction.

   "Here we go everybody," said the jovial Jeff, "how about a toast?" We
all raised our glasses, "Here's to expanding the menu, so to speak. 
Remember, anything goes and, most of all, have fun."

   Anything goes?

   Here's where I thought/hoped the couples would part rooms but Jeff just
took Angie to the other side of their living room.  Shit.

   Jeff called out, "Hey, how about the girls strip for us?  Okay with you,
champ?"

   "Sure." It came out snarky but I found a part of me that wanted Sandra
to strip.

   Jeff took a remote and on came some sexy R&B over the sound system.  On
cue Angie and Sandra started a slinky sexy slow striptease.  At first my
eyes went to Angie dancing for Jeff.  She was stripping for him.  God, she
was fucking hot.  She ran her hands down and up her legs, landing sensually
at her crotch.

   Sandra, to get my attention off of Angie, put one finger on the side of
my cheek and drew me to her ample gifts.  She had eased her top down over
her shoulders and revealed a big rack held up by a red lace bra that seemed
to work overtime to handle the load.  That is, until she unhooked her bra
and you could see how miraculously perky her tits were.  I just wanted to
bury my face in them.

   "Like what you see?" She asked.  "More?"

   I nodded.

   From the other side of the room I heard Jeff, "Oh, baby, my wife's
right, you are a hot piece of ass." She giggled.  By this time she was
completely naked and he said, "Come over here you little fuck doll and let
me sample the goods."

   Sandra was down to her g-string and had an unbelievable body.  Shapely
legs, tiny waist, round ass.  Beautiful girl.  I didn't have to be
convinced to fuck her.  At her suggestion I lowered the g-string and
flicked my tongue at her clit.

   "Mmmm," she said, "let me help you."

   Sandra sat back on a chair and opened her legs.  Even her pussy was
pretty and I went after it, first tongue fucking her and then licking her
clit and finger fucking her until she started to come.  "Uhhhhhhhh, fuck
me, David, don't stop...harder...don't stop...UhhhhhhhAhhhhhhhh".

   I glanced over and Angie was giving head.  "Glllluuuuuukkkkk,
Gllluuuuccckkkkk," occasionally stopping to wrap her juicy red gloss lips
around one of his balls.  "Ya, baby, ya.  That's good babe.  You're a
talented girl."

   It became a fantastic mess in my head.  I'm fucking my wife's ultra sexy
co-worker, listening to her husband dirty talk my wife while she sucks his
oversized dick which I imagined would soon be in Angie's pussy.  It was
utter chaos since I had no experience with this.

   I was jealous, angry, aroused, lustful and mad at myself for enjoying
Sandra going cowgirl on my shaft and being aroused from the sights and
sounds of Angie getting fucked by Jeff.  What a mess.

   Angie sat on her knees facing the sofa back as Jeff fucked her from
behind.  She moaned as he rammed his eight inches into her dripping cunt
and kept talking to her the entire time.
Him: "How's my cock feel, Ang?"
Her: "Fuck me hard, Jeff!  Just fuck me til I come."

   Him: "Love your fucking tight pussy." He grabbed her jaw and leveraged
his fuck like a jackhammer.  She cried out with pleasure.

   Mercifully, or so I thought at the time, he dragged her off to the the
bedroom and shut the door behind them.  The distraction that persisted,
that I couldn't seem to get away from, was the sound of Angie being
ravished and taking his cock.

   I lifted Sandra onto the carpet and started banging away, occasionally
holding her neck with one hand while she manipulated herself.  We were
going at it like wild animals and she came loudly once again.  I wasn't
hearing much from Angie's room now.  I was very close to coming so I helped
Sandra up, had her put her hands on the common wall between us and the
bedroom where Angie was and really put it to her.  So much so that Sandra
was groaning with every push of my cock.  It was an angry fuck and the wall
shook.  When I finally came I didn't pull out like I might have but
released my entire load into Sandra's hot box and it was one glorious,
intense orgasm.  It seemed to go on forever...

   When I looked up there was Angie and Jeff staring at us, mouths open. 
How long they had watched I don't know but long enough to absorb the
intensity.  We were drenched in sweat and Jeff said, "Holy shit, Sandra,
should I be worried?"

   All Sandra could say flippantly was, "Not if you can do what he just
did." She was joking but no one was laughing.  Not Jeff, not Angie, not me.
I went at Sandra like I was possessed and as much as I enjoyed the sex,
part of me wanted to punish Angie for making us do this.  I didn't want to
go to this swap at all but once the commitment was made I channeled
everything I had into bringing Sandra to climax as many times as I could.
What's worse for my conscience was I wouldn't turn down the opportunity to
do her again.

   Something was slipping away between Angie and I and as much as I loved
her I wondered how much more our marriage could endure.  The ride home was
silent except for this:

   "So," said Angie, "looks like you really got off on Sandra."

   "Ya, I didn't know what to expect but she was very nice," I said, trying
to downplay how much I loved it.  "Did you like Jeff?"

   "Yes, he was great.  But the way you went at it with Sandra..."

   "I don't know," and I was being honest.  "Maybe this is why married
people don't normally do this.  You can't predict the outcome."

   Other than the most banal exchanges we didn't speak for two days.