Recession Blues Ch. 06

Ann did not miss the insinuation, and the lingering knowing gaze of the stranger left her unsettled. She scolded herself for overreacting—there were no naked women being taken against the hall walls or draped over the plush couches in the open main suite, after all. They moved left to the mouth of the long corridor of suites extending in both directions away from the elevators. None of the women she saw looked anything but poised and confident and entirely comfortable moving among the crowd. There was a sign tacked on the wall where the corridors split off from the foyer, 'NBUF- KC Downtown Business chapter.' Beneath it, young black men and women were seated at a folding table the surface of which held a variety of labeled merchandise.

"Hey Mal!" a booming voice rang out as the small group moved out of the cacophony into the left limb of the corridor, "Don't get too carried away... You're up first at the 'Where are we now' session in Salon I." Mal paused, and Ann looked back to find it was Ezekiel Butcher, a former city mayor and an advisor to the President. She felt her mouth drop open in surprise that Mal knew the mayor. Where her 'date' was muscled and imposing, a more refined version of Jacen, the former mayor was tall and thin, with more gray than black in the tight afro he wore, though his heavy mustache was still glossy black. There was a definite charisma that the man exuded, even if she had a vague recollection of her father speaking badly about the man's politic. It had been more nearly two decades since he had been mayor, after all. There was still an undeniable attractiveness, and she managed to smile, wondering if the political power some men wield is an aphrodisiac.

"No worries, Zeke," Mal assured the older man, "I'll be there."

"All right," the man shrugged, waving a hand dismissively. His smoldering gaze was on Ann though, and she swore she could feel it; the slight ebb in arousal the crowded floor had caused was erased by the resulting flush, "But if I was about to enjoy someone that beautiful..." He winked at Ann, then, "You come find me if Mal doesn't treat you right." Ann found herself nodding even as the men laughed and Mal resumed a quick pace away from the crowd.

He paused at the last door on the left, fishing a key card from the inside pocket of his jacket, and then guided Ann ahead of him into the room. Ann kept walking after he released her hand, moving across the impressively spacious room to the bank of windows that looked down onto the Plaza. There was a bedroom to her right, with crisp white sheets on a king sized bed. To her left, a bright blue couch and love seat combination reminded her of the living room at Jacen's except the coffee table had a glass top. A matching glass dining table was closer to the door, across from the kitchenette which was situated to the right between the door and the bedroom.

Bracing her hands on the marble sill, Ann watched the tiny people below for another moment before looking over her shoulder. Mal was watching her from where he had stepped to the side of the door to let the others in. Ann shimmied her hips , holding her hands in place, aware that it was a provocative position. Craig was the last into the room, and Ann saw him affix the security lock after he closed the door. She was relieved, because part of her had wondered if she and Hilary were expected to entertain everyone milling about outside. She knew the thought should have made her cautious, but somehow it seemed to spur her excitement. After months dancing in front of crowds of men, it was honestly easier to consider than doing a private for Mal and his friends.

Dave pushed past Hil and dug through an open athletic bag that had been left on the couch. He stood up, waving one of the small Beats Pills like Ann had seen some of the dancers using at their stations while they got ready to dance. The too polite politician quickly had the speaker's power on, and after fiddling with his smart phone for a moment, the opening of 'American Woman' by Lenny Kravitz filled the suite.

"There's not time," Mike complained, pulling at his tie. He had already draped his suit coat over one of the chairs at the table.

"There's always time," Dave offered the smile he used to get his way, without ever looking at the other man, "I thought you were complaining that you wanted to see them dance." Ann stopped listening to them. Her attention was still on Mal as Hil caught her hand and twined her lithe body around Ann's side. Ann looked away from the big man in time to accept a kiss from the other stripper. The women moved together, and then Hil backed away, but they remained synchronized, bodies automatically moving to the music. For a moment Ann looked around, expecting that somehow there would be a pole for them to use.

By the second chorus, Hilary was teasing their audience, toying with the buttons on her blouse. Ann found herself wishing there were buttons on her dress, and instead lifted the hem, exposing the tops of her hose. Hil shrugged out of her blouse, using the fabric like a rope to pull Ann close, face to face, and hooking her left leg up to Ann's waist. Ann let her head drop back as her friend mimed grinding... more than mimed, actually, as there was real pressure on her sex. She almost complained when the more experienced young woman dropped her leg, but to her surprise Hil had caught the hem of Ann's dress, and a moment later the slinky garment was above Ann's breasts, which were barely contained by the too small lingerie. Smiling mischievously, Hilary pirouetted, stripping off her own blouse in the same smooth movement. Shimmying her hips, she brought her hands to the waistband of her skirt, her eyes not on the men in the room, but on Ann's, holding the married stripper's attention.

Biting her lip, Ann crossed her arms over her chest, but only to catch the edge of her dress, which she tugged off over her head, casting it randomly aside. As she brought her arms down, the lithe redhead had moved close, and Ann was left embracing her friend, meeting Hilary's thrusting pelvis with a grinding motion of her own. There was no hesitation when Hilary tilted her head; Ann kissed the other woman, her arousal obvious. As their lips separated, Hilary crouched in front of Ann, her hands sliding down the married stripper's body. She stood again immediately, hands running along Ann's stockings to the bare skin of her bare hips. Despite her smaller size, she easily spun Ann, leaving her facing the men where they were lounging against the back of the couch mere feet away, watching intently.

Ann was aware that Hilary's hands were still moving as the women's bodies undulated in unison. She looked down as the redhead's fingers cupped Ann's breasts, thumbs flicking over her aroused nipples through the thin material. Ann took a step to her left, broadening her stance to maintain her balance as Hilary's left hand slipped down over the bustier, teasing around her navel, and dipped lower. Ann gasped as the other stripper's fingers brushed not over her panties, but through her carefully trimmed pubic hair. She realized belatedly her friend had stripped off her panties while crouching. Her sex was bared for their admirers, the red-head's fingers slipping between her labia, picking up some of her honey before she spread Ann's lips, exposing her pink center to the men.

Ann absently noticed that her panties were tangled on her right foot. Her focus was drawn back to Hilary's manicured fingers, as the other stripper curled two up into Ann's sex, applying pressure against her clit as she teasingly worked her long nailed fingers in and out of Ann's pussy. As she looked up, she saw that Craig had his trousers open and was openly working his cock. Ann froze, aware that this was more than a strip tease... that the men were going to want... Her head dropped back and she moaned in pleasure at Hilary's touch and at the awareness of what was coming... what she wanted... She shivered in anticipation, imagining having Mal's cock thrusting into her.

Ann turned her head, hungrily kissing Hilary, her own fingers teasing over the other woman's bustier covered breasts. She was surprised to find that her friend was still wearing her skirt, and dropped into a crouch, hands on the waistband. Hilary's hips prevented her yanking them down, so Ann pushed the front up, kissing at the other woman's sex through the lace panties. She giggled, understanding why the redhead had insisted on putting them on over the stockings as she stripped them off, her face inches from another woman's sex. She remembered the night at Jacen's, and without hesitation pressed her lips against the top of Hilary's clean shaven seam, her tongue searching for her friend's clit. Hilary moaned, her hands coming to rest on Ann's head.

Ann caught Hilary's thighs in her hands, maintaining the contact, even as she began to lick and suck, shivering in pleasure at the taste of the redhead's plentiful honey. Conditioned by weeks dancing on stage, she kept her body moving, even when Hilary stepped back, bringing the aroused wife out of her crouch and onto her hands and knees. Ann kept at it, even when a hand caught hold of her left hip. There was pressure at the top of her ass and she shivered, knowing that it was Mal's cock.

"Unh-unh-uh," she heard Hilary warn, "Gotta wrap it up, you know the rules." There was grumbling, but the pressure lifted. Ann released her fellow stripper's ass, turning to her right and looking back and up at Mal, who had stripped his pants off. He was fumbling with a gold foil wrapped condom. Ann reached out, catching his heavy cock in her hand, and without hesitation she turned fully in front of the big business man and leaned close, slurping him into her mouth. Hilary said something but Ann did not hear it. Her entire focus was the glorious black cock. Mal was big. Not nearly as big as Jacen, but she was already hungry to feel him between her legs where he belonged. She sucked hungrily, bobbing her head for a moment, then burying her nose in the tight curls of his pubes, holding him with the blunt glans slightly in her throat as she applied more suction.

"Oh yeah," she heard or rather felt Mal say. His hands tangled in her hair, she thought to hold her in place, but instead he was pulling her off, "Wait, slut... I'm not ready to finish yet." She whined as he forcibly extracted his cock, "Damn, you'll get me off 'fore I can have any real fun." He let go of her head, and Ann nearly lunged forward to get him between her lips again. Bobbing to the root once, she looked up, catching the thick base of his shaft with her left hand as she backed off to lick at his bulbous cockhead while looking up at him.

"You'll get to have fun, baby," she purred, "I can't wait to feel this inside of me." And she closed her lips around the crown and bobbed slowly down, taking him entirely. Mal groaned happily, his hand closing on the top of Ann's head. Lost in her arousal, Ann paid no attention as someone brushed past her left side, or a moment later in the opposite direction on the right. Moaning around the shaft filling her mouth and teasing at her throat in an increasingly familiar sensation, Ann brought her hands up, catching the backs of Mal's thighs when he stepped back, maintaining the intimate connection. She was forced up off of her haunches, tilting her head back, sucking at Mal hungrily.

Off balance, she was about to scoot forward again when hands caught hold of each side of her naked ass. She knew what was coming, and in the second before she was impaled, Ann tilted her ass, welcoming it. She cried out around Mal's cock as the second man drove into her powerfully, hips slapping against the backs of her thighs. She arched her back, pushing against the thrusting cock, instinctively matching the man's pace with the rate at which she resumed sucking on Mal's cock.

It felt delicious, and yet Ann found herself wishing it was Mal fucking her. She wondered if it would be better if he slowed down.

"You gotta try this, Mal," Ann yelped into the big lawyer's' groin as the man hammering himself into her slapped her right ass cheek.

"That's what I was saying," he answered, "Get me a taste, then run down to tell the people what they want to hear."

"That's my star pupil." Ann found herself wondering why Craig would say that to Mal. She was distracted, though, because he pulled out. It was just for a moment, though, so that he could push into her ass instead. Ann whined in pain, but did not protest. It really was more surprise than pain, she realized, as Craig's thighs met her ass. She was surprised, though, when his hands curled under her arms, lifting her off of her hands and knees. She rotated up, impaled, the movement pulling her off of Mal's cock.

"Wait, what," but Craig just kept pulling until she was on her back, resting on his chest and abdomen. His cock was still thrust fully into her ass, and Ann was humping against him without thinking about it. She turned her head, wondering how she could be so flat against him, considering Craig's big gut. Ann was surprised to find that it was Dave who had his cock in her ass. She lifted her head looking through the open French doors into the suite's bedroom. Hilary was draped over the corner nearest the windows, her right leg up on the bed as Craig thrust into her from behind. Their position obscured what was going on, but from the way Mike was standing Ann knew her friend was sucking his cock.

Mal moved up between her spread thighs, and Ann looked to see the big man finish unrolling the condom onto his cock. She almost told him he did not need it, but she did not want to wait another second. Grabbing his shaft in her left hand and his hip with the other, the married stripper pulled him to her.

"You can take us both?" Mal hesitated. Ann nodded, her hips still pumping against Dave's cock.

"Oh yeah, baby," she cooed, "Now give me that big black cock." Her head dropped back onto Dave's shoulder and she moaned theatrically as he did, pushing steadily until his pubic bone was against her own. There was a delicious pressure against her clit, amplified when he held still.

"Ride us now, slut," Dave ordered. Ann braced her hands on the base of Mal's hips to get more leverage as she began to straighten her knees, feet scrabbling against the carpet as she lifted and lowered, feeling the men inside of her. "See, I told you she could take us both," Dave crowed at Mal as he began to move, "She's a pro. Now give it to her, man." Mal began to thrust as well, first gently, but he quickly picked up the pace, driving against Ann hungrily. She wrapped her arms around his torso, welcoming the thrusts.

Ann knew Mal was close... he had been about to blow while she was sucking him off. So it was not a surprise when he went still, grunting, pushing against her for long seconds before he sagged back, staggering away from her. He caught the liquid filled bulb of the condom in one hand and tugged at the ring with the other smiling crookedly as he watched Ann continue humping against the other man.

"Damn, but aren't you fine," he winked at Ann, "I hope you'll let me take you again properly when I'm done downstairs. Ann nodded without thinking about it. As good as it had felt... as good as Dave's pumping against her ass still felt, she had not yet cum. Mal sauntered toward the kitchenette, and before Ann could say anything else, Dave was slapping her hip.

"Get up, slut," he demanded. She did, slipping off of him easily enough. She stood naked, her crotch wet with her arousal, as the lobbyist sat up. He caught hold of his erection, wanking it as he pointed toward the window with his free hand. "Over by the window," he demanded, "I want to see the drones down there as I fuck you." Ann glanced over at Mal, who had already pulled his slacks up, and was straightening his shirt and tie. Looking into the bedroom, she saw that the others were still going at it. She went to the window, and even though she knew there was no way short of a powerful telescope anyone below could see her, she was suddenly self conscious, and stayed facing the room and Dave as he approached. His cock was not really much bigger than Tom's, she realized.

"No," Dave motioned with his index finger, "Turn around... I wanna take you from behind." Ann obeyed, bracing with her hands, which kept her chest below the window's line of sight. Dave spanked her right ass cheek, "Where do you want it, slut?" Ann shook her head.

"Wherever, you want," she urged, "Just fuck me, baby." He stepped up, dragging his cock down over her ass, teasing her, then down over her splayed inner labia.

"Hear that, Mal?" he said over his shoulder, "Give her a little taste and she's gotta have it." Ann looked over her left shoulder at the bigger man. She was embarrassed that the man she wished was still fucking her was standing across the room, fully dressed, watching her with Dave.

"Don't wear her out," Mal warned, "I'm not done enjoying such a fine woman." Dave snorted in response, and not, Ann was sure, out of any doubt he could wear her out. He really was a pompous asshole. He pushed into her just then, fucking into her pussy as Mal went out of the suite's door. Ann pushed back, wishing it was Mal, and then wishing Dave would finish up... after all, Mike was still just getting Hilary's mouth. Ann blushed, but it did not stop her from hoping the business owner had a big cock.

"You like that, slut?" Dave panted a moment later. Ann was sure he was getting close. She nodded.

"God yes," she groaned, tilting her pelvis, spreading her thighs and moaning at his next thrust, "Give me your big black cock." Dave caught hold of her hips, hammering against her harder for a few final strokes before he stopped, sagging out of her just a few seconds later. Ann moved forward, resting her head on her crossed arms, looking down at the city, aware that her ass was still jutting lewdly back at the lobbyist.

For the first time, Ann realized she could hear the others.

"Oh yes, oh yes... Fuck... Fuck me... Oh yeah," Hilary was pumping back at Craig. Mike had stepped back, and Ann wondered with some dismay if she had gotten him off.

"C'mere," Dave motioned, "You gotta try the agreeable cunt on this slut," he leered cruelly, "Or her ass, isn't that right?" Ann nodded without thought. Mike had stripped naked, and padded out into the main room. He ignored Dave, his focus on Ann as he paused. Ann felt her pulse increase, and a fresh heat bloomed between her legs. The body shop owner clearly worked hard at his job; there were ropey muscles on his forearms and biceps that she imagined were as big as Jacen's. And he had not cum, or he could get ready to go again as fast as the bouncer. His cock hung heavily and Ann bit her lower lip, imagining how it would feel inside of her.

"Do you need a moment?" the man seemed almost shy which was endearing. Ann shook her head,

"No, do you need me to suck you for a minute?" She wrinkled her nose, certain she would not like the taste of the condom rolled onto his thick shaft. Mike lifted his erect cock in answer, stepping behind the aroused stripper.

"Oh, no," he chuckled, "I think your friend did enough of that... I want to enjoy the real thing." As he finished speaking, he began to push into Ann's sex from behind, and she caught hold of the window sill, sighing in pleasure as she took his impressive cock to the root. "Damn," he said appreciatively, "Most women need a moment." Ann shook her head, most of her focus on how deliciously full it felt. "Your friend did enough that I'm ready for the real thing." Mike laughed, catching her hips as he began to thrust into her easily.

Ann climaxed finally when Mike increased his tempo a couple minutes later. She arched her back, moaning in pleasure, "Yessss!" which of course spurred the man using her onto his own climax less than a minute later. Smiling at the ebbing pleasure she felt, Ann left her ass pointed at the room, resting her head on the wide marble sill and looking into the bedroom as the shop owner pulled out of her.