From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Call Of Duty by J. Boswell (Fmmm, teen, cons)
Date: 3 Oct 1996 23:13:36 GMT

			   Above And Beyond
			   The Call Of Duty
				  by
			      J. Boswell

	A little over a year ago, I graduated from high school and got
a job as a Dentist's Receptionist. The pay was terrible and I was
living at home with my parents, brown-bagging my lunches and driving a
ten year-old car to work.

	Then, one night at aerobics class, a woman approached me about
a part-time job. She said she loved my looks and the way I moved, and
asked me to consider coming to work for her as a "party strip-o-gram."
Of course, my immediate reaction was "no way!" But, I thought about it
for a few days and talked to her at the next class.

	Sheri explained that "her girls" told her the type of strip
they wanted to do, anywhere from stripping down to a modest bikini to
going totally nude. She said the men would drool at my "innocent young
girl" looks and my big boobs, little waist and tight ass. The money
was too good to be true, as far as I was concerned, so I agreed to go
out with several girls the following weekend to see what it was all
about.

	On Friday night, I accompanied Tricia (a beautiful, tall
blonde with a great figure) to two bachelor parties. At the first, she
dressed as a schoolteacher (glasses, suit, ruler and pad, etc.) and
stripped naked to the beat of every rock song that had the words
"school" or "teacher" in it. She was great, and the men absolutely
loved her.

	Included in the price of Sheri's "Strip-o-grams" is a one hour
"mingle" with the guests, and we both had a few drinks with the guys.
I was fully clothed, but Trish was naked except for her high heels and
a G-string!

	After the mingle, we went to the second party. This time,
Trish dressed as a nurse. Being later in the night, this party was a
lot rowdier than the first, and the guys were all over Trish during
the mingle. I told her when the hour was up and that it was time to
go. She was sitting on the groom-to-be's lap and he was sucking on her
right breast. She smiled and told me to go home, and that she was sure
she could bum a ride, later.

	On Saturday night, I went to three birthday parties with
Diane. Diane was married and had a kid but still looked great.

	She had a set routine. She arrived, got paid, changed, danced
(with no touching), stripped to a bikini and left. Fast, safe and
professional. The only problem was that Diane, dancing three times,
didn't make close to what Trish did dancing twice, not counting tips.
The difference was what Sheri charged for each girl, depending on the
clothes she left on.

	I thought about it for a week and decided to go to work for
Sheri, but agreed to strip only to the bikini. If I was forced to
confess, I'd have to admit that I did find the thought of taking my
clothes off in front of wildly approving strangers a thrill.

	I spent the evenings of the next week getting my outfits
together and learning the basics for the routines. The other girls
were a great help.

	Needless to say, within three months, I agreed to strip naked.
Dancing and stripping to the bikini and then virtually running to the
next party, two or three times a night was crazy and no fun at all.
Getting lost for five minutes could throw all the appointments off,
and there just was no tipping. I got jealous of the money the two
girls who did strip nude got, compared to what I got.

	Stripping naked in front of strangers is one thing, but I
found the mingle time the hardest to deal with. Once I decided to go
nude, most of my parties were all male, or almost all male - bachelor
parties, business meetings, and some birthday or retirement parties,
as opposed to mostly all couples at birthday parties. Ninety-nine
percent of the time, the men were absolutely great. During the mingle,
I'd slow dance and sit on laps, and if their hands roamed, I gently
moved them away.

	Usually, this was enough; but, sometimes, they would be so
persistent or rough, that I'd stand up and loudly tell them to behave.
In the beginning, I always went out with a companion, usually a guy
supplied by Sheri, but since he had to get paid, it cut into my profit
and I soon learned how to handle myself and the clients.

	At my second bachelor party I was offered $100 to stay and
"entertain" the groom-to-be. I politely refused, but in the last 11
months, I have occasionally accepted such offers if the money and the
crowd looked okay. I know what that makes me, but I can live with that
for the time being. The money's been good enough and I've been busy
enough that I have my own apartment and I'm driving a new Saab Turbo
convertible!

	The first time I let myself be bought was at a bachelor party
full of lawyers. I was shooting pool in only my string of pearls and
high heels with the groom-to-be when my escort, Dan, called me over.
The "Best Man" offered Dan a hundred dollars to go home without me, if
I was agreeable to "earning a few big tips." Dan was an old pro at the
escort game, and told me that if I ever wanted to make big tips, this
was the party to do it.

	I told him I had never done anything like that, but the "big
money" sounded good. He told me that some of the girls gave a flat fee
and then took on all comers at the party, or that some charged for
each guy. He said that if it was my first time, I might want to charge
by the guy, and then I could stop whenever I wanted to. I couldn't
believe I was talking to a man about the best method of selling my
ass!

	Dan said it was like selling cars, and that I should start
high and be willing to bargain. After a few more minutes and another
drink, I finally decided to try it. I told Dan to tell them my price
was $100 per guy, cash, up front, and to our surprise, there was no
bargaining! The guys agreed to that immediately.

	I made the easiest $600 of my life that night. The guys
chipped in for the groom-to-be, and then the rest of the wedding party
took their turn. I even think the father of the bride was debating it,
but he didn't. We went to a separate room to get it on and all the men
behaved like gentlemen, even though more than a few of the "non-
takers" walked by or even stopped at the door and watched the action.
It was fun and on the way out I told myself that it would never happen
again, but I knew that it would. And, it has.

	I have also had some very interesting experiences. About a
month ago, I performed in one of the most complicated set-ups to
surprise a groom-to-be. By an accident of timing, the groom was hiring
a new secretary and was conducting interviews. Several of his fellow
workers fabricated a resume for me and scheduled me for an interview,
on the Friday before the wedding. I arrived dressed in my best suit
and acting nervous.

	The office had gone out to lunch, and only about five guys
were left, by the time I got there. Doug, the groom-to-be, was
interviewing me, when his boss came over and introduced himself.

	He just sat and listened until I said the key words, "I'll do
anything to get the chance to start a career with this firm."

	The boss spoke up, right away, "Would you show us your tits?"

	Doug almost died! He started to say something to his boss,
when I stood up and said, "If that's what it takes."

	The boss smiled and said, "Well, that would be a start."

	I took off my jacket and started to unbutton my blouse.

	Doug was no longer protesting!

	As I pulled my bra straps off my shoulders and let it fall to
the desk, I said, "I'll do even more for you!" With that cue, the co-
workers just outside the open door hit the "play" button on my boom
box. I started my routine, and Doug knew that he had been had, but
good!

	I stripped and mingled until co-workers started returning, and
wound up going out to a late lunch with the boss and two of his
office-mates. I had another appointment later that night, so they had
to settle for three expensive blow-jobs and good-bye kisses in the
boss's Lincoln.

	All this is a little background for what happened last
weekend. I'm good looking, and I put on a good show. I work as often
as I want to, at least three nights a week. In eleven months, I've
become Sheri's best girl, often being requested by name, recommended
by former clients.

	Last weekend, I was specifically requested for a second show
(which means my second, and last, show of the night) at a birthday
party in a private home. This is unusual, because parties in the home
seldom request full-nude strippers, because of the mixed crowd.
Anyway, the bill was pre-paid by credit card and included a 50 percent
tip for me - a very heavy tip.

	My first show was a bachelor party, and I stripped from my
nurse's uniform to the buff and mingled. It was a pretty tame bunch of
guys, with only two or three grabbing ass or boobs when they danced
with me.

	I was feeling good. I had had a couple of wine coolers and had
been poked and squeezed enough to be feeling a little warm inside.
When the hour was over, I went into a bedroom to change and asked the
guy who had set the thing up to come along.

	Here we were. I'm naked, and this good-looking guy is nervous
and all eyes. I guess I was a little horny, because I really began
teasing him, giving him great split beaver shots as I put on my
garterbelt and nylons, and asking him how everybody liked my show. I
heard him groan as I bent over to pick up my bra, and he was looking
at my ass and cunt. I can be such a cockteaser, sometimes!

	I walked over to him and planted a big kiss on his lips, "I
want to thank you for the nice tip you collected from the guys."

	He wasn't biting. I saw his wedding band, and his wife would
have been proud of him. His hands stayed at his side. I could feel his
cock straining against his slacks, but he remained a gentleman. More
than a little disappointed, I finished dressing into my cop outfit and
left that party a little frustrated and a lot horny.

	I drove to the house for my next gig. It was a nice single
house in the suburbs and it looked too quiet for a party to be going
on; especially since my instructions said I was supposed to be a cop
coming to the door to quiet everybody down.

	Fortunately, as I approached the front door, I could hear the
stereo blasting inside. I banged loudly on the door.

	A kid about eighteen or nineteen (yeah, I know) opens the door,
sees the uniform and pops his eyeballs open. I'm surprised to see
anyone that young at the party and double-check the name. The kid says
I have the right house, so I walk in yelling for them to turn the music
down.

	My biggest shock was, when I walked into the den, where the
party was, it was only three teenaged boys! I didn't know what to do. I
know there must be a law or rule somewhere that says we can't strip in
front of anyone under twenty-one (or is it eighteen?) or something, but
I've never seen it, and the question never came up with Sheri. I also
know that with the fee and tip I'm making for this party, it's too much
money to simply turn around, leave, and give a refund.

	I asked the kid who opened the door where his parents were.

	"They're out of town, officer. We'll turn the stereo down."

	I slapped my nightstick in the palm of my hand and nodded at
the Coors cans all over the room, "And what about the beers? Am I
supposed to ignore three underage boys sucking down beers?"

	"We each just had one, officer, you know, to celebrate my
eighteenth birthday."

	Eighteen! I knew I was in a spot. I looked at these three
faces, thought about the money, and then thought "hell, they are only
a couple of years younger than me. What the hell!"

	I handed the birthday boy, Jeff, my cassette tape. "Put this
in the deck and turn it up."

	He looked curious, but complied. The music started playing and
I went into my routine, and read the birthday card, just signed "a
friend."

	Once the three of them saw what I was doing, they couldn't
believe their luck, and they really got into it. They were a great
audience, loving everything I did. When I was down to garterbelt,
stocking and heels, I asked Jeff if he wanted me to take the rest off.
He said "Just like that is perfect!"

	When the dance was over, I explained I was paid to mingle for
an hour, and that I'd love one of those beers. Jeff and Mark loved
slow dancing with me, but we couldn't get Ted off the sofa.

	It was pretty sexy being with these young studs, and I was
already horny, so, I teased them at every opportunity. Pressing into
them as we danced, spreading my legs as I sat down or stood up, etc. I
knew I was acting like a teenage boy's wet-dream, and I was loving it.

	Finally, it was time to go and I asked Jeff to point out a
spare bedroom and to get my suitcase from the car. I was combing my
hair in a full length mirror when Jeff knocked and walked in with my
case.

	"You were great tonight, Susan. I can't tell you how much I
enjoyed your dance." On and on he blabbed at machine-gun speed.

	I walked over to him and placed my finger against his lips,
"Hush, Jeff." I took my finger away and kissed him, pushing my tongue
between his lips and teeth. He responded with unbridled passion.

	I pulled his t-shirt up and over his head and arms, baring his
smooth, hard chest. I unsnapped his jeans, pulled the zipper down and
let them fall to the floor. Then, I pulled Jeff to the bed and I lay
down, reaching up for him.

	My cunt was soaking wet and ready for his hard cock. He was
deep inside of me in a second, and began humping me. "Slower, slower,
Dear. We're in no hurry."

	We settled into a rhythm, and I began to ride up the crest to
an orgasm. I was almost there as I felt Jeff tighten up and fill me
with his hot cum.

	"Oh, I'm sorry, Susan! I came too fast."

	"It's okay, Jeff. It really was great while it lasted." My
problem was that I had almost gotten there, and that left me hotter
than ever. Jeff rolled off and, for the first time I noticed Mark
standing in the open doorway to Jeff's room.

	"How long have you been standing there?"

	"Uh, um, I just came up to see what was going on."

	I was on Jeff's bed, on my back. My legs were spread open and
I could feel some of Jeff's warm cum leaking down into the crack of my
ass. I knew what I looked like to Mark, because he had a lump in his
pants worthy of an adult-video actor. I threw caution to the wind, and
decided to go with the moment. It wouldn't be the first time I got it
on with more than one guy at a party! I smiled up at Mark, "Why don't
you join me, too?"

	It was all the coaxing he needed. His jeans and underwear were
down at his ankles and his cock was buried up my cunt in two seconds
flat!

	This time, I paced Mark to match me, pumping deeper and deeper
into my cunt. I was soon rising, again, getting to the climax that had
been building all night. I wrapped my legs around Mark's waist and
slammed my hips up at his. It worked, and I was soon in a delirious
orgasm, lost to the world and everybody in it.

	When I came back down, Mark was just beginning to cum, and I
made it as good for him as I could.

	I was in a glow. Jeff had stayed in the room and watched, and
was now sporting another erection. I smiled at him and said, "I'll
take care of that, but we have to be fair. You two go downstairs and
bring Ted up."

	Ted was reluctant and very shy, but he performed well for a
virgin. He was just pulling up his jeans when Mark yelled up that
Jeff's parents had just pulled into the garage!

	Jeff and Ted ran downstairs to hide the beer cans and I rolled
out of bed to dress. The pounding I had received from my three young
studs had taken its toll on me, and I was moving slowly. I wasn't
finished dressing when Jeff appeared at the door and begged me to stay
where I was until he could sneak me out.

	I sat on the bed listening to voices downstairs, until I heard
Jeff say, "Goodnight, Mom, Dad. Sorry your plans didn't work out."

	He opened the door with a pained expression on his face,
"Sorry, Susan, but they're going to be awake for a while."

	I just smiled and shook my head. As I opened my blouse I said,
"Well, no sense wasting all this time."

	We quietly fucked and sucked each other for hours. His young
stamina was fantastic. We quieted down even more when we heard his
parents come upstairs and enter their bedroom across the hall, but we
didn't stop.

	I woke up in Jeff's arms around 3:00 a.m. He was sleeping like
a baby and I really hated leaving him. What a cute guy he was. I began
to dress, again, and looked at his naked body in the bed. Just so he'd
know it hadn't all been a dream, I draped my tiny bra and panties on
his cock.

	I snuck downstairs, unlocked the door and snuck back to my
car. I felt wonderful, and couldn't remember having a more exciting
night in my life. It was a great time and I don't regret anything I
did.

	It even turned out that Jeff wasn't as innocent as I thought
he was. Just before we fell asleep, he told me that he ordered his own
strip-o-gram, using his Dad's credit card! His Uncle had seen me at a
bachelor party and Jeff heard him telling his father all about me.
What a sly fox. What a night!

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