Message-ID: <47843asstr$1084669802@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Magi <baner1@earthlink.net>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 15 May 2004 11:45:31 PDT
Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  Chapter 56
Lines: 724
Date: Sat, 15 May 2004 21:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

CHAPTER 56

I was in the living room putting the couch back together when the
girls came out of the bathroom. They seemed to be having a discussion
about something, and Karen kept shaking her head. Jan was carrying
some tissues. She wrapped the vibrator in them and put it in her
purse; then she put on her robe.
Surprised, I asked, "Are you leaving?"
She looked at Karen, and when Karen nodded, Jan said, "Yeah, I guess
so. I probably should be there when Bob wakes up tomorrow."
She came over and kissed me on the cheek. "I've sure had a lot of fun,
how about you?"
I really didn't want her to leave. She looked cute standing there in
her robe, and my dick was still hard from not being able to finish
when we were making love. So I said, "Me too! It's too bad you have to
go."
I was about to say more, but Karen sort-of pushed and sort-of helped
Jan toward the door. When she got there, she tried to kiss Karen
goodbye.
She was trying to kiss her on the lips, but at the last minute, Karen
turned her head, and they ended up kissing each other on the cheek. I
was surprised, but Jan didn't seem to be.
Then Jan looked at me. Her eyes narrowed, and she said, "I swear I've
seen you before. Have we ever met?"
"No, I don't think so."
"That's strange; I  never forget a face."
After Jan had left, Karen sighed, "That was, umm, very interesting."
Then she looked down at my cock and asked, "Are you still in the
mood?" It was still about halfway hard, and when she asked her
question, I flexed some muscles to make my organ jump a little. She
smiled and led me into the bathroom. "Let's rinse off, and see what we
can do about it."
After a quick rinse, we were drying off, and I noticed that Karen
seemed to be rushing.
I asked, "Are you in a hurry?"
"Darn right I am. It was pretty hot watching you with Jan. She wanted
to stay longer, but I want to be with you alone, and I want you in me
as soon as possible."
She was looking directly at me when she said it, and I could
definitely see the lust on her face. I grinned at her; then I kissed
her as passionately as I could. But, it wasn't a rough kiss with a lot
of tongue and moving around. Instead, it was as gentle and caring as I
could make it. By the time we broke away, I was breathing hard, and
Karen was, too.
Then I got an idea.
I said, "There's a lot of night left. Do you want to do something
different?"
She raised her left eyebrow. "How different?"
I said, "Trust me." Then I picked her up, stood her on the rim of the
tub, and said, "Grab the shower curtain rod."
She reached up and grabbed it to steady herself, then looked down at
me.
I moved her legs apart a little; then I took a minute to step back and
just gaze at her. Her pose and her expression combined to show her
beauty. In fact, she looked like a classical statue sculpted by a
great artist, a magnificent statue of a beautiful, naked young girl.
Not that I really needed it, but it was very much a turn-on.
She said, "Pete. Wha-"
I held my finger to my lips to quiet her; then I went to the door and
closed it. I looked at her to judge the distance between us, and I
said, "You said you trusted me. I want to see how much," as I turned
off the light.
Since bathroom is an inside room with no windows, it was suddenly
pitch black. There was a sharp intake of breath from Karen, and I went
over to her.
I walked slowly and quietly. This meant that, as I got close to her, I
could hear her breathing and tell that her body was near.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"Uhh, curious. Kinda vulnerable."
"You're not scared?"
"No, I know you wouldn't hurt me."
She said it again! How could this dear, sweet girl trust me so much!
It made me want to hold her and tell her...?
Tell her what?
Should I tell her that I love her?
Should I?
I felt things for Karen that I never felt with Kristen. I felt
calmness and trust and...  What?
Could this be love?
I shook my head to clear it. Then, as slowly as I could, I leaned
forward until my forehead touched one of her breasts.
I said, "Tell me how this feels," just before I began delicately
kissing and licking her breasts.
She let go of the bar with one hand and started to stroke my head. She
moaned, "Ummmm, it feels goooood."
I stopped kissing her breast and said, "Put your hand back on the bar,
and tell me how this really feels. Not just that it feels good, tell
me exactly how what I'm doing feels to you."
First, Karen moaned without saying anything; then she spoke in a
hoarse voice. "Well, it makes me tingle when you do it. But it also
makes me want to hold you close to me."
I circled one of her nipples with my tongue, then suckled it. It grew
hard in my mouth, and I began to nibble it slightly with my teeth.
Karen  was making little "oo, oo," noises now, and she was trembling
slightly.
I stopped for a second to ask, "How about this?"
"Wow! My, oo, my nipples are very, very sensitive. I always love it
when you spend time on them. Ooo, yes, that makes the tingling
stronger."
I got onto my knees and slowly kissed my way to her navel. Each kiss
lasted a while, because I was enjoying the taste and texture of her
body. Eventually, I stuck my tongue in, then slowly licked in and
around her bellybutton.
She was shivering steadily now, so I asked, "What are you feeling
right now?"
"My whole body is hot and you're getting closer to my, uhh, you know."
"You mean, your lovely pussy?"
"Uh huh."
"Say it, honey! Say, 'You're getting closer to my pussy'."
"You're getting closer to my pussy."
I kissed my way down by her mound, until I was at her outer lips. I
parted them with my tongue and burrowed my way inside her until my
nose was touching her clit. I stayed there for quite a few seconds,
enjoying her yummy scent. Breathing her arousal made me even hornier.
She was dripping wet now and my cock was hard as granite.
I stood up and put my hands on her butt. Then I lifted her off the rim
of the tub, pulled her against me and kissed her. She put her arms
around my neck and we kissed for another minute or two. After that, I
let her down until my organ was against her vagina. 
My cock felt alive. My intention was to enter her, but my cock was
pulsating, and moving around so much, I couldn't find her opening, so
I whispered, "Put it in."
She reached down with one hand and guided its head to her sopping-wet
pussy, and I let her down until I was buried inside her.
She whispered, "Oh God!" And we both stood there trembling. 
She wrapped her legs around me, put her arms around my neck, and we
walked that way into the bedroom.
I pulled her arms from around my neck, and as gently as I could, I lay
her on the edge of the bed, and I knelt on the floor beside her. I was
still inside her, and my hard-on was level with her pussy. 
It felt like were were joined that way, and I looked down at her.
She was lying with her eyes closed, and her hands tightly clenched.
I began moving inside her. At first, I couldn't move much, because her
legs were still around me. So, I reached behind myself, untangled
those sexy limbs and held them straight up until they were resting on
my shoulders. Then I moved as close to her as I could.
I was buried so deeply inside her that my balls were touching her
butt. Her pussy was hotter than I'd ever felt it before, and was so
wet that there wasn't much friction, but as I began sliding in and
out, the feeling became incredible.
I was using full strokes, and when I backed out almost all the way, I
would stop for a second, to listen to Karen's sounds of pleasure. Then
I'd go all the way back in until her butt cheeks were pressed tightly
against me.
I closed my eyes and got completely into the moment. I don't ever
remember so many parts of my body being so sensitive, and I tried
every trick I knew to delay my orgasm. I wanted this feeling to last
forever.
But, naturally, that feeling was too overwhelming to last very long,
much less forever. When I felt the urge starting to build, I opened my
eyes and looked at her.
She was beautiful lying there. Her nipples were sticking straight up
and her compact body was flushed and almost glowing.
Seeing her like that put me over the edge, and I began coming. It must
have triggered her own orgasm, because she grabbed me by the shoulders
and pulled me to her.
Once again, I spewed my seed inside her, and as I collapsed on top of
her, I couldn't stop myself. I said, "I love you!"
She was suddenly quiet, but her hold on me increased until I began to
wonder where she got the strength. Then she slowly relaxed until I
could crawl up beside her and pull a sheet over us.
I was holding her in my arms thinking about what I had just said to
her, and after a few minutes, she got up and went into the bathroom. 
When she came out, she shut off all the lights and came back to bed.
I was waiting for her to say something about what I just told her.
Instead, she said, "It's been quite an evening."
I was a little surprised. I figured that either she hadn't heard me,
or she didn't want to talk about it, so I answered, "Yes, it has. Jan
is quite a girl. Did you, uhh, enjoy being with her?"
"Yes, I did. I always wondered what being with another girl would be
like."
"So, when you and she kissed in the Grotto, it was the first time you
ever kissed another girl?"
"Uh-huh."
"What made you do it?"
"Several things. I'd had a lot to drink; she's very pretty, and I knew
I'd never see her again. Plus, you were there, in case things got out
of hand."
"That business with you and her feeding each other fruit was pretty
sexy."
"Yes, it was for me, too. That's when I knew I was going to take it
farther."
"So, you not wearing underclothes after we showered, was deliberate?"
"Sure it was. I knew she was going to makes some moves on me. I was
looking forward to it."
"It was very hot, watching her kiss your naked body."
She chuckled, "You think it was hot watching? You should have been on
my side. You were the only other person who ever did that to me, and
on top of everything, she was a girl!"
"When you let her take you to the bedroom, I was kinda bothered."
	"I was bothered, too. As a matter of fact, I was scared silly.
I wanted her to do it, but I couldn't do it without you being there."
I remembered seeing her eating Jan's pussy, so I asked, "When you went
down on Jan, you stopped after a little while. Why?"
"A couple of reasons. Having unprotected sex with people you just met
is risky business. I wanted to taste her, because I wanted to see what
it was like, and I figured that there were enough chemicals in the
pool water to kill things for a while. But, as soon as she started
getting into it, and began to get wet, I stopped. By that time, I had
learned all I needed to know, anyway."
"Is that why you told me not to have oral sex with her?"
"Uhh, yes. That was the main reason."
"What's the other reason?"
"Well, to me, oral sex is a very intimate thing, and I didn't want you
being that intimate with her. When I told her it was okay for you to
fuck her, I told her not to let you eat her."
"What about when I almost came in her mouth, and you grabbed me away
from her? What was that about?"
She didn't answer for a few seconds. Finally, in a low voice, she
said, "Uhh, well, that was a part of you I didn't want her to have."
"How about after that? Wasn't she and I making love to each other an
intimate thing?"
"You and her weren't making love; you were fucking! It did bother me a
little, but I wanted to see what fucking was like, up close."
"What was it like?"
"It was extremely hot! I almost came when she did. That's why I
grabbed you and got you to finish off inside me."
"That business with the mirror was sure wild!"
"It sure was. I'll never forget the sight of your cum running out of
me."
"She beat you to it that time. Did it bother you?"
She chuckled again, "Yeah, but I guess there's enough to go around."
We were silent for a while, both of us thinking.
Then I said, "Jan is an amazing girl. After all the messing around we
did, I was getting tired. But, did you notice how she seemed to get
her second wind?"
"Yes, I wondered about that, too, until I saw some flecks of white
powder next to the sink in the bathroom."
I blinked several times. "Cocaine?"
"Probably."
I'm not sure when we finally got to sleep, but it was after ten the
next morning when I woke up. The bed next to me was empty, but I could
hear Karen's voice coming from the living room, so I got up and went
to the door.
Karen was sitting on the couch. She was wearing one of my T-shirts,
which made her look cute as hell. She was talking on the phone, and
writing something down, so I went to the window and looked out. The
rain clouds were still visible and a light rain was falling. But, you
could see patches of blue.
I heard the phone being hung up, and when I looked over at Karen, she
was smiling. She looked at me for a second; then she got up and went
into the bedroom. I followed her, so I saw her pause at the bed and
slip off the T-shirt. Then she surprised me by saying, "Go to the
bathroom if you need to; then come back to bed, " and she slid under
the covers.
The bathroom seemed like a good idea, so I used it, and when I came
back to the bedroom, she was holding her arms out to me.
I slid in next to her, and she was on top of me in an instant, kissing
me and rubbing against me. I was hard in almost no time. Karen
immediately raised her body and guided me into her. She must have been
thinking about this for a while, because she was hot and very wet.
She started slamming against me, and I was beginning to get into her
rhythm, but she was too far ahead of me, and before I was quite ready,
I felt her shudder; then she dropped on top of me and lay there
panting. The fact that she came got me even more ready, and I started
moving inside her. Within seconds, she jumped off me, took my pole
into her mouth and started sucking me like mad. In only a few more
seconds, I went over the edge, and just as I began to climax, she
pulled her head back so that I squirted all over her face and neck.
She waited until I was finished. Then I watched in amazement, when she
threw herself on her back, and started rubbing my semen into the skin
of her face, neck, and tits.
Suddenly, she stopped and looked at me for a minute. Then she said,
"Pete, would we do this every morning if we were married?"
Stunned, I stammered, "Gee, I don't know about every morning."
I was trying to think of something else to say, when she jumped up and
ran into the bathroom.
I heard the shower start, and I looked down at my cock. It was a
little red, but it seemed okay. Then I started laughing as a thought
ran through my head.
I wondered if it was possible for a cock to smile.

When Karen got out of the shower, I stpped in. My body was a little
sore from all the exertions from last night and this morning, and I
vowed to start using the exercise gym in my room at home.
I let the hot water run on me for a long time until I loosened up.
When I was toweling off, Karen came into the room and started putting
on some make-up. She was already dressed in slacks and a blouse, and,
of course, she looked great.
I said, "What would you like to do today?"
"First, I would like to have breakfast. I think I could eat an entire
buffet table. Then, at one-thirty, I have an appointment in town."
"An appointment! What kind of an appointment?"
"It's a surprise. You'll see. Now, hurry and get ready, before I jump
your bones again."
I waggled my eyebrows and reached for her, but she ran out of the
room, giggling.
It was almost noon by the time we got to the restaurant, and Karen was
true to her word. She devoured the biggest breakfast I ever saw, and
when she pushed back from the table, she was groaning. I did a pretty
good job myself, and as I was finishing up, Bob and Jan come in and
sat down a couple of booths away. Jan had her back to us, and was
studying the menu, but Bob saw us, and he nodded, kind of sheepishly.
Karen glanced at her watch; then she jumped up and said, "C'mon, we
gotta go."
I followed her out to the taxi stand, where she handed the driver a
piece of white paper. He looked at it and said, "You don't need a
taxi; that's only a block from here." He pointed down the side street
next to the hotel.
The rain had quit, and the sun was beginning to peek through, so we
started walking. I kept asking her where we were going, but she only
laughed and said, "You'll see."
The route became familiar. We were going to walk right by the sex shop
where Bobby the hooker, worked.
As we passed it, a customer was coming out, and I tried to look inside
to see if she was there.
Karen saw me looking, and asked, "Have you ever been in one of those
places?"
I didn't answer; I looked straight ahead, and kept walking. But I
noticed that Karen was staring at all the signs on the front of the
building.
Two doors past the shop, Karen stopped, and opened the door to a shop
with a big "Tattoo" sign over it, and I followed her inside.
Curious, I asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm getting a tattoo."
"A tattoo! Are you nuts? Your dad will kill both of us. You for
getting it, and me for letting you do it."
"No, he won't. I'll tell him I insisted. Don't worry; I'll take the
heat."
She started talking to a guy behind the counter. He pointed out some
things in a book; she handed him some money, and the next thing I
knew, she was sitting in a chair with her right pant leg rolled up.
She insisted that I stand next to her and hold her hand, while he
worked on her. As they talked about what he was doing, I began to look
around. The walls were covered with photos of people with all sorts of
tattoos. Some were outlandish and some were quite nice.
At one point, I said, "Ya know, some of these are pretty neat. Maybe
I'll get one, too."
Alarmed, she said, "No you won't! If you decide to do it, think about
it for a while. But don't do it now."
"But, you're doing it!"
She squeezed my hand and whispered, "I'll tell you why, later."
The tattoo turned out to be a small butterfly on the outside of her
right ankle. It looked really cute, but apparently the tattooing
process hurt, because while the guy was doing it, she squeezed my hand
-- hard. She also breathed a big sigh of relief when he finished. Then
the guy put some cream, and a small bandage over the new tattoo, and
we left.
We walked outside, where she stopped and hugged me. Then she looked up
at me, and said, "This has been a weekend beyond my wildest
expectations, and every time I look at the butterfly, it'll remind me
of it -- and you."
We started walking again. This time, when we got to the sex shop,
Karen tugged on my arm and said, "Let's go see what this place is all
about," and before I had a chance to object, she darted inside.
I followed her in, and sure enough, Bobby was standing behind the
counter reading a magazine and looking bored. I didn't know if she
would recognize me, but I slipped behind a tall bookshelf so she
couldn't see me. I was looking at some books when Karen said, "Pete,
come here and look at this!"
I peered around the bookshelf, and Karen was standing at the counter,
staring at a weird looking vibrator, and Bobby was standing in front
of her.
They both looked up and saw me, and Karen said, "C'mere, you gotta see
this." It was too late to duck back, so I joined them at the counter.
Bobby stared at me as I walked up. Then she said, "Oh, hi Pete."
"Hi Bobby."
"I saw your picture in the paper. I didn't realize you were married to
a famous person. Whatcha been up to?"
"Nothing special, how about you?"
"I'm working here full time now. We had to fire the night guy, when we
found out he sold you that travel case for cash, and stuck it in his
pocket. By the way, you got a good deal. It was less than cost."
"Gee, I'm sorry. So, if you're working here full time, what about
your, uhh, evening job at the hotel?"
"Oh, I don't do that no more. Since me and Fat Jack moved in together,
I don't do nuthin, but work the counter."
Karen had been staring wide-eyed at us since we started talking, and I
knew I had to explain. So, I said, "Karen, this is Bobby. We, uhh, met
when I was here over New Year's."
Still wide-eyed, she said, "Hi Bobby, this is quite a place you have
here."
"Yeah, me and Fat Jack are gonna open another one, as soon as he gets
some money together. You ever been in a full service place that looked
this good before?"
"Actually, I've never been in a place like this at all. What does
'full service' mean?"
Bobby nodded toward the back of the shop, and replied, "It means that
we also have dancers."
Karen looked for such a long time at the "Live Girls" sign over the
hallway that Bobby said, "Why don't you take her in the back and show
her, Pete?"
Joking, I said, "Gee Bobby, it won't be the same without you being
there."
I think she actually blushed! She got this silly grin on her face, and
said, "Gee Pete, I'd do it for you if I could, but I gotta work the
counter. We usually have two girls working during the day, but one
called in sick. So Alma has been working alone. But I got another girl
coming in. She just called and said she'd be here in about a half
hour.
"But Alma's not busy right now. She's in room one, if you want her to
dance for you."
I grinned and looked at Karen. She seemed curious to see what it was
about, so I handed Bobby a five-dollar bill. She gave me five tokens
in return. I took Karen by the hand and we started toward the hallway
just as a group of five guys came into the store. A sign on the front
door said, "Adults only," but none of these guys looked much older
than we were, and they stared at Karen as we walked by.
We went into the room marked 'number one', and I pulled the curtain
closed behind us. A sign over the curtain read, "Two persons maximum
in the booth," but there was barely room for one. I sat Karen in the
lone chair, squeezed in next to her, and dropped a token into the
slot. The panel rose, and behind the glass was a girl about 25,
sitting in a chair. The tinny music started playing. Alma stood up,
said, "Hi," and started swaying back and forth to the music. Her face
was covered with freckles, and she was actually kind of cute, but she
was about 25 pounds overweight. She also couldn't dance worth a darn.
She was wearing a thin teddy, and her areolas were clearly visible.
Unfortunately, so was a big patch of hair at her crotch.
Karen seemed fascinated. She watched the larger girl's every move, and
even though she was sitting, she began to mimic the so-called dance
movements. The time went by quickly, so when the panel dropped, a
surprised Karen jumped in her seat and asked, "What happened?"
I dropped in the remaining four tokens, and when the panel came back
up, the freckled girl resumed her jerky imitation of dancing. She
moved around for a minute or two. Then, she moved closer to the glass
that separated us and began talking to us about putting in some more
tokens for a "Really Special" show.
As the time ran low, she kept telling us about the delights of the
'special show.' Just before the panel dropped, she leaned forward and
pulled the top of the teddy down. Her tits were pretty big, and the
areolas were almost three inches across, but there were hardly any
nipples. They were just small bumps in the middle of the dark spot.
When the panel dropped this time, Karen got up and began shaking her
head. She started to say something as we pulled the curtain back to
leave, but there were some guys in the hall waiting.
When we got back to the showroom, we noticed there were several more
customers standing around. Bobby was completing a sale. So, we waited
until she finished, when we went over to say goodbye. She was
nervously looking at her watch as we walked up to her, and I asked
why.
"The other girl just called again. She said she's still a half hour
away, and I've got a room full of customers." Then she looked at Karen
and asked, "How'd you like to make a quick twenty bucks?"
I said, "No, Karen, forget about it!"
However, she held up her hand and asked Bobby, "What would I do?"
"You'd do the same as what you just saw Alma do. The main thing is to
try to get the customer to stay as long as possible. There's a counter
on your side of the wall that tells how much time is left. Try to give
them a 'teaser' before the time runs out. And try to sell the 'Special
Shows'."
"What is a special show?"
"It's pretty much the same; it pays you ten bucks extra; it takes
three minutes, and you're naked. If you sell one, you can either do it
yourself, or Alma will do it for you. If she does it, she gets the
ten."
	"What about the 'Advanced Adventure' I saw on the sign? It
said the dancer would actually 'Get Off'."
She grinned, "Well, it takes four minutes; it pays you twenty bucks
plus tips, and it depends on how good an actress you are. I had a girl
once who got a fifty buck tip."
I growled, "Karen, I don't want you doing this."
Karen seemed to be thinking. Finally, she asked, "Can Pete be with me,
or at least close by?"
Bobby answered, "Pete can't be where the customer can see him, but he
can be off to the side where he can keep his eye on you. But, I  need
an answer right now."
Karen was still thinking, and Bobby said, "Tell you what! I'll
guarantee you at least fifty bucks, and promise that you you'll be
here less than an hour. Plus, you can wear one of my own teddys that
just came back from the cleaners. But you gotta hurry -- we're losing
money here!"
Karen looked at me, and I could see the excitement on her face.
"Please Pete, I want to do this! It sounds like fun. Please, please?" 
I stood there looking at her, trying to figure out what to say, when
Bobby grabbed both our hands and dragged us to a door at the side of
the main room. She unlocked it and took us to a small dressing room
behind the show rooms. In it, were a few chairs, a tiny table, and
along one wall were six lockers. She opened one of the lockers and
handed Karen a box.
"Here's a teddy. You're in room three. Here, let me show you."
We followed her to room three and she pulled the rear curtain back.
Facing inward, on the opposite wall next to the viewing panel, were
three LED lights, a digital counter, and below everything was a big
red button.
She said, "When the lights go on, it means someone put money or tokens
into the slot. Depending on which light goes on, get set, and when
you're ready, push the red button. Two seconds later, the panel will
raise."
She pointed to the top LED, a green one, and said, "When the green
light goes on, it means that it's a regular dance. If the yellow one
next to it comes on, it's a special, so take off the teddy, but be
careful not to rip it. If the red one comes on, it's 'show time,' but
we don't usually get those during the day. Don't worry about anything.
The counter is automatic; it counts down in seconds, and it takes care
of opening and closing the panel. Just dance and have fun. You can't
see who's on the other side of the glass, so just pretend it's your
boyfriend."
We stepped back to the dressing room, and pulled the curtain closed.
Then Bobby turned to me, said, "Let me know when she's ready," and
left.
I turned back to ask Karen, "Are you sure you want to do this?" But,
she was already taking off her clothes, so I figured she had her mind
made up.
Once she got the teddy on, she made a quick turn and stood in front of
me. The teddy was a little tight on her, but she looked fantastic. It
was a kind of cool in the room, and her nipples were standing straight
out. The hair on her crotch is light brown, and she trims it, so it
looked like she was shaved. All in all, she looked sexy as hell!
Then she laughed and pointed at me. My cock was making a tent in my
pants.
She said, "Go, go, go," and pointed to the door. First, I 'rearranged'
myself; then I opened the door, and motioned to Bobby that we were
ready.
Bobby nodded; Karen gave me a quick kiss, giggled, and slipped through
the curtain into room three.
I stepped back so I couldn't be seen from the front.
Karen stood there nervously for a minute; then the green light came
on, and she took a deep breath. After that, she leaned forward and
pushed the button.
She said "Hi," to whomever was behind the glass, and began moving
around to the music. She looked cute as hell. She's not a dancer, but
she was starting to get into the rhythm of the music, when the panel
dropped.
She looked surprised that it was over so quickly. But, when we heard
someone from the other side say, "Holy shit! This one's cute; go get
some tokens," she looked over at me and winked.
Less than a minute later, I heard some tokens falling into the slot.
This time, I looked at the counter; it read '60'. As soon as Karen
pushed the button and moved into place, the panel raised and the
counter started counting backward.
Karen was getting into it now, and she began exaggerating her moves.
The people behind the glass were making comments.
Karen didn't answer for a while, then just before the panel was due to
close, she leaned toward the glass like Alma had done. Instead of
dropping her top, though, she put her hands over her breasts, rolled
both nipples between her fingers and said, "How about a special show,
guys?"
There was some more mumbling; then the panel dropped closed. And a
minute later, the green light came on again.
This went on a bunch more times. Whoever was out there, would drop in
six or eight tokens; Karen would go through the same routine, and when
the panel closed, several tokens would drop through the 'tip' slot
into a basket.
Suddenly, the door opened and Bobby stuck her head in. "Some guy wants
a special. Are you ready for it?"
Karen looked at me, but she was already shaking her head. She said,
"No, give him to Alma."
The green light went on again. This time, the counter read three
tokens, and she started dancing again. Three tokens was supposed to
buy 45 seconds, but it was actually closer to 35. That doesn't seem
very long, but the newness of this experience had already faded, and I
was getting nervous watching Karen dance. Suddenly, the whole place
was making me uncomfortable, and I wanted to get her out of here.
Alma stepped back into the dressing room once. She took a drink from
the water cooler, glared at me and went back to her cubicle.
Then Bobby stuck her head in again. "The guy who wants the special
says he doesn't want Alma, and he says he'll make it worth your
while."
Karen shook her head again. "Tell him to forget it. I don't want some
creepy guy staring at me naked."
Bobby shrugged, "You're practically naked now. He lives close by, and
comes here a lot. He's an old guy, and he seems harmless."
Just then, we heard a noise. Somebody was stuffing something into the
tip slot. Karen leaned over to look at it; then she stood up and said,
"Damn!"
I stuck my head around the curtain and looked. Part of a hundred
dollar bill was sticking out of the slot.
Bobby saw it too, and said, "Hmm, not bad. Well, make up your mind."
She was about to close the door, when she looked around and said, "The
other girl just drove up. You can leave whenever you're ready." Only
then did she actually close the door.
I looked at Karen, and she was pulling off the teddy.
I asked, "What are you doing?"
She folded the teddy and put it back in the box; then she pulled the
hundred-dollar bill from the slot and handed it to me. "Here, hold
this. This may be a fantasy for him, but it's my fantasy, too."
The yellow light went on, and she pushed me back behind the curtain.
Then she bent and pushed the button.
I guess that watching Karen dance naked should have been a turn-on. It
wasn't. She was trying hard to look sexy, but it wasn't happening, at
least, not to me. I love to see Karen naked, but the sleazy
surroundings were getting to me so much, that I wanted to grab her and
take her away. About a minute into Karen's 'performance,' the door to
the dressing room opened, and a plain looking girl came in. She had a
hard look about her, and when she saw me, she barely gave me a glance.
She just walked beside me so she could look through the curtain and
see Karen.
After a few seconds, she went, "Humph!" Then she went to a locker,
pulled out a teddy, and as though I wasn't even there, started taking
off her clothes.
Everything about her was bony and dry looking. It looked like she
spent a lot of time in the sun, but there were no tan lines.
Her tits were big, but there were huge, ugly, implant scars around her
areolae. She was just pulling on her teddy when Karen came back behind
the curtain.
She stopped when she saw the other girl, and they seemed to be sizing
each other up. But neither of them said anything.
I said, "Over already?"
Karen nodded, and she looked like she was frowning. Then she started
putting on her street clothes. She was in such a hurry, I had to help
her re-button her blouse, and she pushed by me on the way out.
I checked into room three, to see if she had left anything, and
noticed that the tip tray was still full. So I grabbed the tokens and
walked into the main room. Bobby was behind the counter with a
customer, and Karen was standing over in the corner watching the
entrance to the viewing rooms. It looked like she was waiting to see
the guy who gave her the big tip. But nobody came out.
When she saw me, she said, "I'll wait for you outside," and she
practically ran out the entry door.
I went to Bobby and laid the tokens on the counter. She counted them,
then handed me some cash.
"Here's the fifty, plus there were 26 bucks in tips. That, plus the
hundred, is not bad for less than an hour's work, eh? Tell your
girlfriend she can work here whenever she wants."
I looked at the cash, and said, "Uhh, Bobby, you said that special
dances were an extra ten dollars."
She grinned, lay another ten on the pile, and said, "Oh yeah, I
forgot."
I winked at her, said, "Sure you did," and pocketed the money.
Karen was waiting for me across the street. When I came out, she ran
to me and hugged me. 
During our walk toward the hotel, she never let go of me. She didn't
say anything, so I decided to be quiet as well. We were almost at the
hotel before she started to relax.
I asked her, "Would you like to get a Coke or something?"
"No, let's go to the room. I need a shower."
When we got to the room, she started taking off her clothes just as
soon as we got inside the door. Once she was nude, she practically ran
into the shower.
I sat in the living room thinking about her, and what had happened in
a little over one day. I had seen her in a number of sexual
situations, but somehow, my feelings about her wern't all about sex.
I thought about when she was with Jan. Before anything would happen,
she would always check to see if I was near. It was as though I was
her link to reality. Always near enough to rescue her if things went
astray.
I thought about how comfortable she was, being naked in front of me,
and how much I loved seeing her that way. That was exciting, and it
made me want her sexually. But it wasn't only about sex. I'd only been
with Karen a short time, and oddly enough, much of the time it
involved sexual things. But, in spite of that, I was already sensing
the same kind of 'oneness' that I feel when I'm around Erin or Mom.
The sex thing aside, it's peaceful being around Karen. Especially
after being with Kristen.
I suddenly realized that I was a little thirsty. I didn't want to call
room service, so I grabbed the ice bucket from our room and went down
the hall to get some Cokes and some ice. When I got to the little
alcove that held the machines, Jan was standing there filling her ice
bucket. When she saw me, she raised her eyebrows, grinned, and said,
"Hi Stud. I had a great time last night. You're not here for an
encore, are you?"
I grinned back, "Heck, yes. But, first, you gotta put the ice bucket
down."
She laughed out loud at that. Then she said, "I wish I could take you
up on it, but my pussy is so sore I'm gonna be out of commission for a
while."
I wasn't sure if she was kidding, and I guess I looked alarmed,
because she laughed again, and said, "Relax, it's not that bad. As a
matter of fact, why don't we go to your room? You can kiss it and make
it all better."
I stuttered, "Gee, Jan, I uhh...."
She interrupted with, "Or maybe that pretty wife of yours can kiss it.
I would be glad to return the favor. She has a delicious pussy."
She saw that I was shocked, and she touched me on the arm. "Hey, I'm
just teasing you. Bob's awake and he's not drinking tonight. Where are
you guys going for dinner? We know this great place, not far from
here."
Relieved, I answered, "I don't think we have plans. I'll talk to Karen
and call you. What's your room number?"
She gave it to me, and I took our sodas and ice back to the room.
Karen was lying on the sofa when I returned, and she patted a place
alongside her. After I poured us some drinks, I sat down next to her.
She looked fresh and shiny-clean. I kissed her, and she snuggled
against me.
I said, "You sure looked sexy, dancing. Did you have fun doing it?"
"Not really. I had the opportunity, and I did it. I'm glad I did it,
but I'll never do it again."
She seemed a little down, so to change the subject, I said, "I met Jan
in the hall. She wants to know where we're going for dinner."
"Did she, uhh, say anything else?"
I tried to crack a joke, and I said, "Well, she said that you have a
delicious pussy, and she'd like to taste it again."
But Karen didn't laugh or even smile. Instead, she looked up at me,
and asked me, "Pete, would you mind if we didn't go with them
tonight?"
"Of course not. Are you tired? Would you like to stay in tonight?"
"No, not at all. It's just that Jan is a little too intense for me. It
was interesting being with her, but it's another thing I don't want to
do again. Plus, I don't like the way Bob was looking at me."
"No problem, I'll tell them we have other plans. Besides, we eat here
free, and knowing Bob, the place he wants to go will probably be
expensive."
That seemed to satisfy her, and she hugged me again.
It was great having her close to me, and I stroked her head. But I was
a little concerned about her, so I asked, "We've done a lot of sexy
things since we got here. Are you bothered by anything?"
"No, not at all. I planned on having a lot of sex when I agreed to go
away with you. I just didn't know that other people would be involved.
And I never in a million years would've thought I'd do what I did
today. How about you? Are you upset with the way I've been behaving?"
"No, I see that you're experimenting, and I love the fact that you
trust me enough to let me be with you."
Karen's expression was serious when she looked at me. She lay her head
on my chest and said, "It's more than just trust, Pete. I wouldn't
have had the courage to do any of this if you weren't with me. I've
never depended on anyone so much in my whole life. Not even my dad."
"Does trusting me that much, bother you?"
"Uh-huh, it scares the heck out of me."
"Why?"
"Because I --"
She stopped for a minute; then she seemed to change her mind. "Wait,
let's not talk about this now. When we get home, I'll tell you why. In
the meantime, let's just have fun. Okay?"
The mood had been getting heavy, and I was actually glad she decided
not to get further into that territory. So I perked up and said,
"Great. Where would you like to go tonight?"
That seemed to lighten the mood, so I reached into my pocket and threw
the cash she had made at the sex shop onto the coffee table.
Her eyes got big as saucers, and she cried, "Wow, I forgot about that!
How much is there?
I grinned, "One hundred eighty-six dollars, plus you got a job offer.
Hey, you may have a career!"
She jumped up in my lap and giggled, "Gee, just what I always wanted
to do. I could change my name to Fifi, and you could be my bodyguard
until we saved enough money to buy a sex shop of our own!"
She started tickling me, and it was turning into a wrestling match,
when suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
The knock startled us, and it took a few seconds for to Karen and I to
rearrange ourselves. I assumed that it was probably Bob or Jan,
wondering what we were doing for dinner, and I was trying to figure
out what to say when I opened the door.

Kristen was standing there, looking cool and beautiful.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+