Message-ID: <21022asstr$942369000@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: b_nyc@my-deja.com Subject: {ASSM} Chs. 14, 15 A Summer to Remember (nc, humil, blackmail) X-Post-Date: Thu, 30 Sep 1999 09:41:15 GMT Lines: 784 X-Original-Message-ID: <7svb7q$lv5$1@nnrp1.deja.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 24.4.252.140 X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Sep 30 09:41:15 1999 GMT X-Http-User-Agent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 4.01; Windows 95; AtHome0102) X-MyDeja-Info: XMYDJUIDb_nyc X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -17 Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 20:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin The usual disclaimer applies. If you are under 18, get out. If you don't like stories about sex, get out. If you can't distinguish between reality and fantasy, definitely get out. All characters are fictional and are a product of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, dead or alive, is wholly coincidental. The reader agrees to hold harmless the author. Also, this story is mine. Please do not use it without my permission. If reposting it to ASS, please do so in its entirety without alterations, including this disclaimer--all of it. A little introduction: Sorry its taken me so long to continue the story. I’ve had trouble posting. What follows is Chs. 14 and 15. Earlier chapters can be found at www.deja.com. Thank you to all who sent me messages. Due to liability concerns, I can not send individual copies of my story via e-mail. Any and all comments are welcome. b_nyc Chapter 14 Chloe, Billy, Joe, and Wade stood nervously, one a little more nervously than the others, inside the windowless foyer of a place called the Leopard Executive Lounge. After the movie, the boys had made Chloe drive around looking for strip clubs. As they got deeper into downtown, there seemed to be one on every corner. They finally settled on this one—-only because they thought the neon Leopard looked ‘dope’—-and now Billy was talking to a rather husky usher with a goatee. The scene was becoming all too familiar to Chloe: as she stood by in her degrading outfit, Billy would negotiate their entry. Chloe knew what the price of admission would be. "Yeah she is cute," agreed the suspicious 5’6’’, 280 pound usher, "but I still have to know how old you are." Billy then grabbed Mrs. Myers and placed her directly in front of the usher. "We’re old enough," he said with commendable confidence. The usher was not amused by the implication. "I don’t have time to play games with you, kid," said the usher. "Either show me your I.D.’s or get the hell out." Billy realized that he was in for a tougher task than he originally thought. It dawned on him that the prospect of seeing a naked cheerleader—-even one as beautiful as Mrs. Myers—-may not be so novel at a strip joint. Nevertheless, he had faith in Mrs. Myers’ ‘assets’ and decided to push on. He went behind her and lifted up her top revealing her luscious breasts. "Let’s just say we’re 36, 24, 36 years old," he said with a sly grin. That was remarkably accurate, thought Chloe. The usher was taken aback by the sudden display of flesh; he didn’t expect someone to be naked here in the foyer. Furthermore, the cheerleader’s tits were as fine as any he had seen inside the Lounge. Still, he was able to maintain a poker face and decided to play it cool. "I see that all the time, pal. You’ll have to do better than that." "Fine," said Billy accepting the challenge. While leaving her sweater bunched up over her breasts, he reached around to the front of Mrs. Myers’ skirt and lifted the hem. "How about this?" The fat usher gawked at Chloe’s neatly trimmed bush and still puffy lips peeking out from between her thighs. He certainly did not expect the cheerleader to be pantyless. He took in the entire sight and noticed just how pretty her face was. She’s gorgeous, he thought, she’d make a fortune dancing. Chloe hugged herself around the midriff and tried to fight the humiliation she was feeling. How many more times do I have to be naked, she wondered. Just then, the outer door opened and three middle- aged men in suits burst in. They seemed a little drunk. "Whoa!" said the first to notice Chloe. "I guess the show’s out here tonight." Chloe bit her lip and closed her eyes, literally wincing in pain. The added company snapped the usher’s attention away from the cheerleader’s incredible body. A barely perceptible frown creased his forehead as he pondered his next move. "I see that all the time, too," he said to Billy as nonchalantly as he could. "You still have to come up with something better." This was a lie. The lounge was only a topless bar, as were all the clubs in Springfield, and he had gotten nowhere near any pussy since he started working there, frustrating the very reason he applied for a position in the first place. Billy sensed the weakness in the usher’s last remark and decided to call his bluff. "Well, I guess that’s it then," said Billy, much to Chloe’s relief, "She really wanted to come here but I suppose we’ll have to go somewhere else . . ." Billy dropped the hem and turned to walk out. "Aww, come on!" pleaded one of the businessmen behind them. "Let ‘em in," said another. "At least let the babe in," pleaded the third. "I’ll even pay the cover," said the first again. "Yeah," said Joe. "Come on," chimed Wade. The usher finally gave in. "Alright, alright! They can come in. But that’ll be 20 bucks for the four of them," He said to the businessmen. He would have let them in anyway—-for free, even, if he could cop a feel. The oldest looking of the businessmen, the one with gray temples, pulled out a money clip bulging with bills. He slipped out two $20’s and handed them to the usher. "That’s for all seven of us," he said while making an overly large gesture with his arm. He disregarded the attempt at change. "Now let us in." Billy was genuinely touched by the generosity of the stranger and admired his charisma. He was prepared to let the usher get a feel of Mrs. Myers in exchange for the cover charge; now he didn’t have to go through the bullshit. He was feeling magnanimous. Once again, he pulled Chloe aside and whispered instructions into her ear; once again, Chloe turned white with fear. The three businessmen waited with mature patience for the three boys and the incredible blonde to make their way inside the club. They were eager to get inside themselves but didn’t mind staring at the wonderful set of boobs standing right in front of them. They could wait, they decided. Unexpectedly, the blonde turned, still topless, and walked up to the man who paid the cover and put her arms around his neck. "Thank you for being so nice," she said softly, and proceeded to give him a kiss. At first, the man was too shocked to know how to respond. His arms hung limply by his side. He did notice, however, that the girl was trembling. Soon, he was getting aroused and knew what to do. He reached around the girl’s slim waist and returned the kiss just as she was about to pull away. He kissed her passionately and let his hands roam all over her body. One hand cupped her ass while the other cupped her breast. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and swirled it around. Then he used both hands to squeeze her firm round ass and pull the cheeks apart. A finger grazed her anus and she gasped, jerking herself away. She stared at the man in shock, then quickly looked away. Chloe felt a mixture of fear and shame. She was disgusted at what she was told to do, and felt like a whore for having done it. In front of everybody, she kissed a man she didn’t know and let him grope her body. His hands touched her in all her private places and she initiated it. Now she had to do the same with the other two. Chloe walked up to the second man and tentatively put her arms around his neck. He smelled less like alcohol than the first, and wore better cologne. In fact, this man smelled rather pleasant. In different circumstances, she would have found him attractive. While looking into the knot of his tie, she again said softly, "Thank you for being so nice." She swallowed hard and, while still avoiding his eyes, lifted her mouth to meet his. The man very gently, even romantically, touched her chin and eased her mouth open. He kissed her deeply. His other hand came up and massaged the back of her neck. This guy knows how to kiss, thought Chloe. While still locked in a passionate embrace, the hand on her chin moved down and lightly stroked her nipple. Chloe moaned. His touch was so soft it was almost a whisper. She expected his hand to move farther down to her crotch, maybe even wanted it to, but it did not. Like a gentleman, he released her from their embrace and cupped her face with both hands. "No, thank you," he said quietly, and gave her one, final, parting peck on the tip of her nose. Chloe looked up and stared into the man’s eyes. She saw in him . . . warmth. The third man was growing impatient. It was now his turn, and he wanted it. He grabbed Chloe by the arm and jerked her away from his buddy. Before Chloe could utter a sound, the man planted a rough kiss on her mouth. Chloe tasted the foul stench of cigarettes, booze, and coffee. This man was repulsive, but she did what she was told, and mindlessly put her arms around his neck. The man was rough and pressed his body firmly against hers, sandwiching her against a wall. She could feel his growing erection against her thigh. His tongue roamed the inside of her mouth as his hands roamed the outside of her body. He squeezed a breast and pinched a nipple. Chloe squealed at the sudden pain but the sound was muffled by the kiss. Then both hands moved to her ass and began kneading it like firm dough. Her cheeks were pressed together and pulled apart, squeezed tight and rubbed in circles. All the while, his mouth never left hers. With a loud smack, one hand slapped her butt cheek. Chloe let out another muffled squeal. He pulled the cheek away, and with his other hand, ran his fingers along her pussy lips. Her eyes went wide in alarm as she tried to push him away. She was practically being raped! Suddenly, she felt a finger enter her cunt and another probe her anus. This time she screamed into the man’s mouth. She tried to roll her hips away from the man’s hands but succeeded only in rubbing her crotch against his bulging erection. She thought she was going to die. "Hey, that’s enough, Frank," said the second man as he pulled his friend off the girl. "Fuck that! She’s a slut. She wants it," said Frank as he tried to go back for more. "No. That’s enough," said the first man. "Let’s go inside and check out the talent." Reluctantly, Frank released her from his clutches, leaving Chloe panting and gasping for breath against the wall. She put her hands to her face, rubbed her eyes, then pulled her sweater back down over her breasts. She also remembered to reach behind her and pull down the hem of her skirt that Frank had tucked into her waistband. Frank ran his fingers through his hair and straightened his tie. "Yeah," he said, "there’s a lot more sluts inside." With that, the three businessmen went in. Joe, Billy, and Wade stood there mulling over their individual thoughts. Joe was envious of the three men and a little upset. They got to do more with Mrs. Myers than he had done. He was upset that neither he, nor Billy or Wade, was the first to get a kiss from Mrs. Myers. He yearned to kiss her, to feel her, to have her kiss him. Most of all, he wanted to fuck her. Billy saw in the three businessmen something familiar; he saw himself and Joe and Wade in 20 years. He admired how the first man was taken by surprise but had enough cool to make the most of the opportunity; how the second man was so confident and easy with Mrs. Myers that he made her moan with barely a touch; and finally, how the third man knew what he wanted and took it. Billy could not decide who of the three he wanted to be. To Wade, the scene seemed like one out of a movie, one of those on late night cable where the actors got naked and kissed but never went any further, at least not on screen anyway. He wanted to see more. He wanted to go inside the Leopard Executive Lounge. Once inside, their senses were overwhelmed. They stood just inside the doorway, unable to move and digest the wonderful scene at the same time. Chloe, too, was amazed at the spectacle. She had never been to a strip club either. Loud rock music blared from huge overhead speakers, strobe lights flashed, neon glinted, and there were naked women everywhere! There was a woman on stage, on all fours, wriggling her ass at the audience. There were half-naked women among the crowd dancing between men’s legs. There were cocktail waitresses in thongs with glitter on their chests. Chloe was astounded at the ease with which these women handled their nudity. Have they no shame? "This is the greatest day of our lives," said Joe. No one else could speak. "Excuse me," said a man in his early twenties. "Huh?" said Joe. The others did not notice the tuxedoed man standing next to Joe. "I said, can I get you a table?" "Uh . . . sure?" replied Joe not really confident of his answer. He managed to get the others’ attention and the three boys and one blushing woman followed the tuxedo guy to a booth against the back wall directly opposite the jutting catwalk. They noticed that the three businessmen from the lobby were sitting right next to the stage, the way one would saddle up to a bar, and were waving money at the dancer. The three boys sat there without speaking, absorbing the delights of this incredible candy store. This was better than anything they could have imagined. When a thong clad waitress came to take their order, they thought they were in heaven. "What’ll it be guys?" "I’ll have a root beer," said Joe. "And I’ll take a Mountain Dew," Wade followed. Billy could not believe what he was hearing. He would have to talk to the fellas about this later. But for now, he’d have to carry the load of being cool. "I’ll have a . . . vodka martini, and make that shaken not stirred," he said smugly. The waitress thought this had to be a joke. "A vodka martini, a root beer, and a Mountain Dew, huh?" she asked suspiciously. She stared at the three boys as they nodded briskly in return. "Just how old are you guys, anyway?" As usual, Joe and Wade waited for Billy to respond, and, as usual, he didn’t disappoint. "If we weren’t old enough," he said with the same smugness, "would Jake have let us in?" It had been a long day and the waitress was too tired to argue. She decided to let it go. "Did you want anything?" she asked turning to the pretty girl sitting quietly. It seemed strange that this beautiful woman would be sitting here with these three boys, she thought. If anything, she should be dancing. Chloe shook her head. The cocktail waitress turned to get the drinks when her three years of experience as a waitress kicked in. "That’ll be $11.95, up front." Billy was caught off guard, but rallied. He knew the usual Mrs. Myers ‘currency’ wouldn’t work in this situation. "Joe, give her twenty bucks," he said calmly. Then he turned to Joe and gave him a laser stare before he could argue. Joe knew what the look meant. He reached in his pockets and pulled out all his money. He had a ten and six singles, each wadded up into a ball, and a bunch of change. After laying it all out on the table, he scooped it up and placed it on the waitress’s tray. Some of the coins fell on the floor. "Keep the change," said Joe with a sheepish grin. The waitress rolled her eyes. "This is not my day," she said as she walked away shaking her head. After the initial shock of seeing so many naked women wore off, Chloe felt strangely comforted. There were plenty of other women around so she was no longer the center of every man’s lustful attention, although she did notice the occasional quick glance. She also wasn’t the most scantily clad—-far from it, actually—-and her outfit did not seem all that unusual. The boys had their drinks and were happily preoccupied. Curiously, Billy seemed to take a liking to his martini. She sat relaxed for the first time in a long time, and counted the number of fake boobs: The woman on stage . . . yes. The cocktail waitress on the left . . . probably. The dancer between the legs of the truck driver looking guy . . . maybe—-wow, she’s a cutie too; she’d look better without the big hair. The dancer waiting off to the side of the stage . . . definitely! . . . Suddenly, another man in a tux came up and stood right in front of their table, totally blocking their view of the stage. He was bigger than the guy who seated them and had a serious look on his face. Gig’s up, thought Chloe. I guess we’re being booted. "We have a problem," said the man. The three boys expected the worst. Chloe was indifferent. "My name’s Tony. I’m the manager of this place." "Hi," said Wade. Tony ignored the salutation. "Seems your little friend here is causing quite a stir." He pointed at Chloe but looked at Billy. "A lot of our guests have been asking when she’s going on stage. I tell them she’s not a dancer here and they get upset. I don’t like it when my guests are upset. Catch my drift?" Billy’s mind started churning and a grin came to his face. "What do you say we do about it?" he asked devilishly. "Either she goes on stage, or all a’ yuz gonna have to leave. Some of the girls are getting pissed too." "Let me think about this for a minute," said Billy. Chloe was mad. She was infuriated that this man talked to Billy as if she wasn’t even there. They wanted her to go on stage but they didn’t even consult her. Why didn’t he ask me, she thought. I’m just a whore and Billy’s my pimp, is that it? Women in this place are nothing but objects, meat to be bought and sold for the pleasure of men. She was seething. Hey, wait a minute. Did he just say I’d have to go on stage? Chloe felt a kind of fear that touched her soul. "It seems to me," said Billy, "that it’d be better for you if she went on stage than to have us leave. Right?" "Yeah, that’s probably true," said Tony. "And we would certainly prefer to stay . . . . So, it sounds to me like its a no-brainer." "What?" said Wade. "No, Wade. I wasn’t talking to you." Billy said with a frustrated scowl. He turned back to Tony, "She’ll just have to go on stage." "O.k.," said Tony, "Its a deal. When we’re ready for her, I’ll send someone to get her." Chloe’s fear intensified. "There’s just one small thing we need to discuss, though," said Billy as he eased himself out of the booth. He and Tony then proceeded to have a private conversation off to the side. The conversation ended with the two of them laughing and shaking hands. They seemed to have hit it off during their private little chat. "That’s no problem my man," said Tony with a smile. "I’ll take care of it." Chloe was afraid to ask, but knew it had to be bad. Chapter 15 Fifteen agonizing minutes later, an incredibly stunning redheaded woman in a skin-tight evening gown walked up to their table. "Hi, I’m Raven. I’m here to take Miss Chloe Myers backstage to get ready for her performance." "Cool," said Joe, and all three of them pointed at Chloe—-as if Raven couldn’t have figured it out. Chloe looked up at the woman and tried to plead her way out of it with her eyes. Raven stared at the angelic face tucked under the hat and felt a twinge in her crotch. This cheerleader was cute! With wobbly knees, Chloe took Raven’s extended hand and got up. They made their way hand-in-hand through the throng of men, eliciting wild hoots and hollers the whole way. They reached the backstage area and Chloe felt like she was going to throw up. "I can’t do this," she said on the verge of tears. "I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t know what to do. There’s all these men! They’ll see me naked!" She was babbling incorrigibly. Raven gave her a comforting hug and stroked the back of her head like a little baby, "Shhhh, Honey, it’ll be o.k. Its always hard the first time, but its also a rush and you might like it." "I’m too scared. I don’t know if I can move let alone take off my clothes." "Don’t worry about that. Raven will take care of everything. You won’t have to do a thing." Chloe felt better. Does that mean I won’t have to strip, thought Chloe. Before she could ask, Raven had already started walking away. "Now just wait here," she called back. "I’ll be right back," she said, and her full, swaying hips disappeared behind a curtain. Chloe stood there shaking. A few minutes later, Raven reemerged as a whole different person. She replaced the tight evening gown she wore earlier with a conservative blue business suit, complete with slacks and white blouse. Her hair was up in a bun and she wore glasses. She looked more like a stock-broker than a stripper. "After this song is over, we’re up," said Raven. Then it dawned on Chloe. She wasn’t trying to look like a stock-broker, she was trying to look like a TEACHER! She’s the teacher and I’m the cheerleader! I would have to get naked after all, and the performance was going to be a duet! "I can’t do this," said Chloe again. "Yes you can," said Raven. "I’ll make sure you have a good time." "I don’t think so," said Chloe. "Here, let me put this on you. It’ll be easier." Raven pulled out a bright red handkerchief and proceeded to blindfold Chloe. It didn’t help. She was still scared to death. The song ended and a voice came over the loud speaker. Chloe’s heart pounded frantically. "And now," said the booming voice, "the Leopard Executive Lounge is proud to present . . . The Teacher’s Pet!!!" Chloe heard loud clapping and cheering, then a fast-paced rock song blared from overhead. Chloe felt the adrenaline rush as Raven took her hand and led her, presumably, on stage. She took three more steps and was greeted by thunderous applause. Billy, Joe, and Wade couldn’t stand the anticipation. They were going to see their beautiful 8th grade teacher do a striptease. This was beyond their wildest dreams. They had waited thirty minutes for this moment; it may as well have been a lifetime. Finally, a blindfolded Mrs. Myers was dragged on stage by a conservatively dressed redhead. Was that Raven? All eyes soon turned to the trembling cheerleader. The music pulsed and Raven walked to the beat, exaggerating her side to side movements. She brought Mrs. Myers three fourths of the way to the end of the stage where there stood a pole. She positioned Mrs. Myers in front of it and circled her twice while dancing seductively. Every once in a while she would rub her chest on Mrs. Myers body much to the delight of the audience. Chloe did not know what was going on but was extremely grateful for the blindfold. It was a lifesaver. She sensed that Raven was dancing around her and rubbing her body up against her, but it was somehow easier to take with the blindfold on. This way, she couldn’t see the audience and wouldn’t have to bear the shameful weight of their stare. She felt less like a participant in this degrading act and could thus maintain some semblance of dignity, at least in her mind, anyway. The boys watched spellbound as Raven grabbed Mrs. Myers’ arms and brought them over her head, further accentuating their 8th grade teacher’s incredible breasts. Deftly, Raven locked Mrs. Myers’ wrists in a set of handcuffs that were attached high up on the pole by an O- ring. All the while, Raven never stopped swaying her tantalizing round ass. Before she knew it, Chloe could not move her arms. She tried to pull them free but realized it was useless. Raven stepped aside to reveal her prized catch and the crowd erupted. They knew they were in for a special night. Chloe felt more vulnerable than ever before, more so, even, than when she was tied to the deck this morning—-there were more people now and she knew she would soon be naked in front of them. Raven continued to do a sexy dance behind Mrs. Myers and the pole. She reached around and began touching Chloe all over. She started by rubbing the front of Chloe’s thigh just below the hem of the skirt. She gave them a firm squeeze then moved her hands to the sides of Chloe’s hips. She lifted the hem slightly, but not enough to show any pussy. She then proceeded to feel Chloe over her clothes. The crowd went wild. With her left hand, she held the skirt down over Chloe’s crotch while her other hand lifted up on the right, teasingly revealing a thigh. Raven released the skirt but continued to feel Chloe over her clothes. She brought her hands up and squeezed Chloe’s tits. She hefted the globes and pushed them together, rubbing them against each other. As the crowd’s cheers got louder, Chloe’s face got redder. Before long, Chloe felt Raven release her breasts and cup her face. Next she felt the hands slide to the back of her head and tug at the blindfold. NO! She wouldn’t!, her mind screamed in denial. She can’t be untying my blindfold! Chloe was almost hysterical when she realized that she was. Why!, she thought. "Please," Chloe begged, "Please don’t take that off. I don’t want to see them looking at me! I can’t!" But her plea was drowned out by the cheers and the music. Raven would have ignored her anyway. Soon Raven loosed the knot and, without warning, flung the blindfold into the crowd. Involuntarily, Chloe’s eyes flew open. She was instantly terrified. There were a sea of faces and a hundred pairs of eyes gazing upon her. Men in suits, men in denim, men in tuxes—-they were all looking at her, checking out her body, watching her reaction. She was the center of a horrible universe and could do nothing about it. Raven sensed her fear, and nibbled on the cheerleader’s ear. "They all want to fuck you," Raven purred into her ear enticingly. "Every man in this room wants to put his cock inside you . . . ." Chloe looked around and knew Raven was right; she could feel it in their stares. Chloe was shocked at the revelation and deeply embarrassed. Raven went back to feeling Chloe’s breasts over her clothes, then reached up, grabbed Chloe’s hat, and flung it into the audience. Chloe forgot she was even wearing a hat. Raven licked her ear some more before dancing to the front of the stage. The crowd let out another cheer. Chloe closed her eyes. The three boys watched as Raven pranced back and forth in front of Mrs. Myers. She rolled her hips, shimmied her shoulders, and did the magical bump and grind. She continued to dance to the music while unbuttoning her blazer. She took it off and forcefully threw it to the curtain behind her. Next, she untucked her blouse and, one by one, loosened the buttons. When all the buttons were undone, she grabbed the front of the blouse with both hands and held them . . . closed. With practiced ease, and with her shirt still closed, she danced to the very front of the stage and spread her legs. When the music hit a crescendo, she dramatically tilted her head back and flung open her shirt, thrusting her huge breasts toward the audience. She had on a white, lace bra that barely contained her globes. Her aureoles could be seen easily through the sheer fabric and her erect nipples were trying their hardest to poke through. The crowd went crazy, more so because of the drama than the display. Some even gave each other high- fives. Chloe heard the cheers and opened her eyes to see what was going on. She saw Raven standing directly in front her, easing her shirt off her shoulders. Chloe could tell Raven was now rubbing her boobs. Then Raven turned around. She faced Chloe with her back to the audience. Chloe couldn’t help noticing how beautiful Raven was. Even in her bra and slacks, Chloe could make out the exquisite curves of her hourglass figure. With her long auburn hair, rich tan, full lips, green eyes, and thin nose, Chloe thought Raven was the most striking woman she had ever seen. All of her features were so exaggerated that she almost seemed like a caricature. Raven noticed that Chloe was staring and gave her an alluring wink. Chloe gasped at the unexpected gesture. Raven slowly leaned forward at the waist, while keeping her legs straight and together, never taking her eyes off Chloe. Raven’s ass stuck out robustly as she arched her back and lifted her head. Her swaying ass, perched high on the stage, seemed to be suspended over the crowd. She rubbed her butt and slapped it a couple times. Raven stood up straight again as her hands went to her waist. She looked back over her shoulder and gave the audience a coquettish smile as she slowly lowered her zipper. Even from behind, the audience saw her forearm move from her waist to her crotch and knew exactly what she was doing. They cheered lustily. Raven leaned forward again while arching her back. The top of her white thong panties appeared. She grabbed the slacks at her waist and gently eased them down over her cheeks while swaying her ass from side to side in long, slow, delicious pans. She revealed more and more of her full, round, ass until, finally, her thong covered pussy appeared between her cheeks. Her pubic mound was large and full and stuck out like a wedged baseball. When the slacks were free of her hips, she released her grip and let them fall to her ankles. She had on a pair of white, thigh- high stockings with lace at the top. The white fabric contrasted sharply against her skin, framing her hips and ass, accentuating them further. She looked over her shoulder again and gave the crowd a wink, then blew them a kiss. It was a kiss good-bye. From this moment on, her sole focus would be on Chloe. She was determined to seduce the sexy cheerleader. She fixed a provocative glare on the frightened woman. Raven fell forward onto all fours and proceeded to crawl out of the slacks at her feet, giving the boys, and everyone else, a great view of her shapely bottom. She looked like a lioness stalking her prey as she slinked toward the handcuffed Mrs. Myers. Billy, Joe, and more than a few other men, noticed the growing, wide-eyed apprehension on Mrs. Myers’ face as Raven got closer. All it did was turn them on more. Seeing what seemed to be genuine fear on the captured woman’s face elicited deep-rooted, primal desires of what they wanted to do to her. Fantasies of lust and power filled their consciousness. Raven finally reached Chloe but remained on her hands and knees. Then to everyone’s surprise, Raven began licking Mrs. Myers’ feet. The boys could see Raven sucking on Mrs. Myers’ toes from between Raven’s spread thighs. A few more cheers went up from the audience, but, oddly, not as much as before. Raven continued suckling on Mrs. Myers’ toes for another few minutes. Then she leaned back on her heels, lifted her head up, arched her back, and leaned way backward, resting on her elbows so that her head touched the stage. Her head was upside down facing the audience and her crotch was pointed toward Mrs. Myers. The position looked painful, but did serve to highlight her magnificent chest. Raven held the position for another second then, finally, kicked her legs out and laid on her back. She quickly extended her long legs and spread them, forming a majestic "V". She opened and closed her legs a few more times then planted both feet firmly on the ground. She lifted up her butt and back and reached under her to unclasp her bra. That done, she brought her hips back down, rolled her shoulders forward, and slipped off the bra. Without looking, she threw it to the back of the stage where it landed on top of her blazer. A few more cheers went up from the audience, but this time even less than before. Chloe could not stop looking at the voluptuous woman sprawled out in front of her. As the woman undulated her hips, she loosened her hair from its bun, releasing a thick mane of fiery red hair. She noticed too that Raven had not stopped looking at her. Chloe was mesmerized by what Raven was doing and by what she had done. What is she trying to do, Chloe wondered. Is she trying to turn me on? Chloe was in a trance as she saw Raven lift up her hips and seemingly point her crotch right at her face. Raven grabbed both her breasts and were playing with them furiously. She tweaked and pulled the nipples, even managing to suck on them. Then she brought one hand down and rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her thong. She soon developed a carnal rhythm where her hips bucked to the music and her wonderful tits bounced to the beat. Still, even while she masturbated through her panties and licked her own nipples, she did not stop looking at Chloe. Chloe was in such a daze that she could not distinguish the difference between the camera flashes and the strobe lights. Wade watched in wonder as this Raven woman rubbed her crotch in front of his teacher. Then he saw Raven roll over, get up, and slowly stand directly in front of Mrs. Myers. Raven pulled her close until they were pressed firmly together, and straddled her legs. Raven slowly began grinding her crotch against one of Mrs. Myers’ thighs. Standing together as they were, Wade noticed just how large this woman was. She seemed to dwarf Mrs. Myers by half a foot. Raven looked about 5’10’’ or 5’11’’. She also had really large tits and wide hips. Her slim waist only exaggerated her full figure. Raven seemed to be the 64-ounce, big-gulp version of Mrs. Myers. They both had fantastic figures and had similar proportions; one was just bigger than the other. To Wade, Raven looked exactly like the superheroines in his comic books. Raven wished to God she could take off her thong, but knew it was against the law in Springfield to do so. She was getting so turned on. This cheerleader was just about the prettiest thing she had ever seen. Raven wanted her; the wetness between her legs told her so. She couldn’t stand it any longer and leaned forward and kissed her. The cheerleader kept her mouth closed at first, but after some gentle probing, opened her mouth. Raven kissed her passionately as the cheerleader nervously extended her tongue. Raven didn’t hear the expected uproar from the audience. In fact, the crowd had gone eerily silent. No matter. She continued with the intimate French kiss. Raven pulled herself away from the cheerleader’s soft, supple lips and stared into her eyes. Raven noticed just how frightened the cheerleader still was. She gave her one last reassuring kiss before she slithered behind her once again. Chloe closed her eyes, not wanting to be reminded of where she was. A new song came over the speakers-—it must have been the fourth or fifth—-that was slower and more melodic than the others. Raven swayed gently to the slower song and let her hands roam over the cheerleader’s body. She felt so soft and so round all over. She was all feathery lines and curves, not one harsh feature about her—-not like a man. She leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. Chloe felt a shiver run up her spine as the wonderful hands were supplemented with sensational nibbling on her neck. Chloe loved to have her neck kissed. This woman was so gentle and delicate, Chloe lost herself in her spell. "I want you," came a soft whisper in her ear. Chloe let out a deep moan. The crowd too was caught in the hypnotic web of the two women on stage. They were witnessing something they had never seen at a strip club; they were seeing two women make love. No one clapped, anymore. No one cheered. They all sat in enchanted silence. While still kissing Chloe’s neck, Raven reached up from her midriff and grabbed the hem of her sweater. Something deep inside Chloe fought through the haze of her lust and told her this was wrong. "No, please," she said softly. "It’ll be alright," said Raven. "I promise." She delicately lifted the hem of the sweater until her firm breasts were gradually exposed. As her erect nipples finally sprung free from under the sweater, an audible gasp came from the audience. Raven lifted higher until the sweater rested under Chloe’s chin. She reached out and palmed both globes. Then with the middle finger of both hands, she traced circles around each nipple. Chloe felt her breasts tingle and a warm rush flooded her chest. Raven tickled the sensitive undersides of her breasts, and Chloe thought she would die. She started to squirm against her bonds, trying to get away from the delightful fingers. With one hand still on her breasts, Raven trailed a finger along Chloe’s back until she reached the waistband of her skirt. "You are so beautiful," she whispered into the cheerleader’s ear. She pulled on a nipple and rubbed it gently between her thumb and forefinger. "Ohhhhmyyyyyygodddddd," moaned Chloe. Raven’s other hand found the zipper to her skirt and slowly began to pull down. "Please, don’t do this," Chloe whispered again. "Don’t do this to me. Not here . . ." "Trust me," said Raven. "Somewhere deep inside you, you want this." When the zipper was all the way down, Raven squatted on her haunches, straddling the pole and Mrs. Myers. She grabbed a shin in both hands and began moving her hands up slowly. Chloe could feel her inner wetness leaking from her cunt as the soft hands made their way over her knees, over her thighs, and up to her most intimate place. When her hands reached the cheerleader’s skirt, Raven grabbed the hem and gave it a gentle tug. The skirt came free of her flared hips and fell to the floor with a whoosh. The audience let out another collective gasp, louder than the one before. A bottle fell out of someone’s hands and shattered on the floor. Everyone stared in awe at the cheerleader’s naked pussy. Chloe was startled by the sound of shattering glass amidst the relative calm and opened her eyes. She looked out and saw a hundred faces, no one moving, all of them gawking at her naked body. Even the cocktail waitresses and the other dancers stopped what they were doing and stared at the soft, blonde, downy, fur between Chloe’s succulent thighs. For many in the audience, the sight of Mrs. Myers, trembling and naked, wearing high heels, with her wrists bound helplessly above her, would be the single most erotic thing they would ever see in their lives. Chloe pressed her legs tightly together and tried to fight the wave of humiliation that threatened to overwhelm her. Raven, too, was taken aback. She totally expected the woman to have panties on. She would not have taken off her skirt if she knew she was naked underneath. This is one hot babe, she thought. But now that she was totally exposed, there was no turning back. There was no way she was stopping now. She quickly stood up and whispered into the cheerleader’s ear. "Let yourself go. You’re so hot. Don’t stop now." Chloe did not know what to do. She closed her eyes and prayed for the best. Raven resumed massaging Chloe’s body, paying careful attention to the places where her panties should have been. One hand reached up to grab a breast while the other scratched her fuzzy pubic hair. Every so often, she would wriggle a finger between her tightly clenched thighs, trying to get to the cheerleader’s flowery petals. All the while, Raven kept whispering encouragement into Chloe’s ear, "You are so pretty . . . I want to fuck you . . . I want to lick your pussy . . . You’re making me wet . . . I want to make you cum . . . Please, cum for me." It was beginning to work. Chloe had been brimming with sexual tension for the past week. She hadn’t had sex in over a month, but nearly been raped, forced to strip, photographed naked, tied up, groped, handled, exhibited, and used as barter. No matter how humiliating and no matter how hard she tried to fight it, her body yearned for physical release. Raven sensed Chloe’s defenses weakening and increased her intensity. She walked in front of Mrs. Myers and leaned down and took a nipple in her mouth. She rolled her tongue over the erect nub until she felt the cheerleader shiver. Then she moved to the other nipple and did the same thing. After five minutes of suckling on her nipples, Raven dropped to her knees and squeezed the cheerleader’s luscious ass. She pulled her closer and probed her bellybutton with her tongue. Chloe squealed in unexpected pleasure. The wet tongue in her bellybutton sent an electric shock to her loins. Chloe’s stomach heaved reflexively. Raven could smell the musky scent of arousal emanating from Chloe’s pussy and her own juices started to flow. Soon, her white thong was soaked through at the crotch--as the gentlemen in the front row could plainly see. Raven’s pussy lips were becoming more and more visible through the increasingly transparent fabric. Raven reached up with both hands and fondled a breast. Five more minutes at her bellybutton and Raven wanted more; she wanted it all. She gently trailed tiny, delicate kisses from her bellybutton to her pubic mound. There, she nuzzled her nose in the soft hair, reveling in the intoxicating aroma of the beautiful cheerleader. "Mmmmmm." "Uuhhhhhhh." Raven and Chloe groaned at the same time. Raven eased a finger between her thighs again but this time her legs parted slightly to accommodate the insistent hand. Raven worked her fingers back and forth along Chloe’s engorged clit and moist slit until Chloe writhed in ecstasy. She didn’t resist as Raven grabbed the cheerleader’s leg behind the knee and draped it over her shoulder. She was still wearing her white high heels. Chloe’s pussy was now totally exposed. Raven pulled back slightly and noticed just how pretty the cheerleader was. Her skin was flawless and her tiny bikini line was elegant. Her bush was neatly trimmed and followed her tan line exactly. Her milky white skin contrasted stunningly with her rich golden tan. Her outer lips shimmered in the flickering light and her inner lips swelled to form a thin, pink tantalizing furrow. Her clit stood out unsheathed, moist and red and begging to be licked. Raven accepted the invitation and went right for the little slick nub. She pulled on it with her lips until it slipped from her mouth, then went back and pulled on it some more. "Ohhhhh, Gaaaaaawd," Chloe wailed breathlessly. She had never felt such exquisite pleasure. Perhaps it was the pent-up frustration, perhaps it was the lewd situation, perhaps it was . . . a WOMAN eating her. Raven released the sensitive organ and stuck out her tongue. Starting from as far back as she could reach, she licked the entire length of Chloe’s vagina. Another electric shock coursed through Chloe’s body. She didn’t know how many more of those she could take. Raven slurped up all the secretions coating Chloe’s crotch and greedily sucked one of her puffy lips into her mouth. She rocked the labia back and forth between her pursed lips and flicked with her tongue the portion in her mouth. This woman knows how to eat pussy, thought Chloe. Where do you learn these things? Raven released the puffy lip and went back to the clit. Chloe was shaking uncontrollably now, grinding her pussy against Raven’s face. More and more juices began to flow out of both women. Chloe’s face was twisted in delicious agony while Raven’s was coated with sticky liquid. Raven inserted a finger into Chloe’s cunt and felt the tight muscles constrict around it. She continued to roll her tongue around the clit as a second finger joined the first. The cheerleader’s breathing became ragged. Chloe felt herself approaching a tremendous climax. The wonderful feelings radiating from her groin was about to overtake her entire body. Raven sensed the impending orgasm and flicked her tongue feverishly over Chloe’s clit. Raven kept pumping two fingers into Chloe’s cunt, then reached up with the hand that was stroking her own pussy, and inserted her pinky into Chloe’s anus. That propelled Chloe powerfully over the edge. Chloe shook with uncontrollable ecstasy as she reached an explosive climax. Her hips bucked wildly and her whole body shook with spasms as wave after wave of earth shattering convulsions wracked her body. She threw her head from side to side and let out a shriek as cum gushed from her cunt. Raven tried to keep her tongue on Chloe’s clit, wanting to ride out the storm, but Chloe’s thrashing made that almost impossible. Chloe thrashed her hips more forcefully to try and get away from Raven’s tongue; the sensations were almost too much. The inside of Chloe’s thighs were covered with sticky juice, smeared there by Raven’s face. Unable to stand any more, Raven brought both hands to her own crotch and worked herself to an equally powerful orgasm. She slumped backwards and cried out shamelessly as she let her own explosive climax wash over her. "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Yesss! Yessssssss . . . . ! Ahhhhhhhh!" After a full minute, Chloe finally came down from her orgasm. She hung limply by her wrists as she tried to catch her breath. Residual convulsions coursed through her body and caused her to shiver occasionally. Her face was crimson and her body was covered with blotches of red. The smell of sex was everywhere. She looked down and saw Raven lewdly spread-eagled on the floor in front of her, gasping for breath too. Her face was a shiny mess. Deeply embarrassed, Chloe looked up and saw the same hundred faces. There was no music—-it stopped a long time ago-—and the audience didn’t make a sound. They didn’t seem to have moved an inch. She finally remembered where she was and realized what she had just done. "Oh my God!" she cried, "What’s happened to me? What have I done?" She felt so dirty and ashamed. Raven slowly got up to her knees and crawled behind the bound cheerleader. The audience could see the sticky mess between Raven’s thighs. Chloe looked at her pensively, afraid of what she would do next. Raven pulled herself up to her feet using the pole to steady herself, then whispered in Chloe’s ear, "You’ve done something beautiful." With that she reached around to the front and worked her hand between Chloe’s thighs. Chloe was too beaten to resist. Raven insert two fingers back into her cunt and twisted them around. They slid easily inside her slippery box. Raven pulled out the slick fingers and traced a line from Chloe’s cunt upward along the center of her body, leaving a trail of glistening wetness. The sticky liquid finally dissipated between Chloe’s breasts. Then, Raven brought the fingers to Chloe’s mouth. "Taste it," she whispered hypnotically. "Taste how beautiful you are." Without thinking, Chloe opened her mouth and let Raven insert her fingers. For the first time in her life, she tasted herself. As Raven began unlocking her handcuffs, a smattering of applause came from the audience. As more men came out of their sex- induced trance, the clapping grew louder and louder until it reached a thunderous applause. Chloe was horrified and humiliated. They had seen her in her most intimate act, an act that only one other man had ever seen, and were now acknowledging that they saw it and liked it. With each cheer that went up, it stamped in Chloe’s mind the realization that she committed adultery, with another woman, to the point of orgasm, in front of a hundred men. How can I ever live this down? As soon as her hands were freed, she grabbed the skirt at her ankles and shuffled offstage, not even bothering to pull down her sweater. All she wanted was to get away from the stares of all these men as fast as she could. She hoped to God she would never have to come back to this awful place. End Ch. 15 Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Before you buy. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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