Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 12

Without hesitation, he raised his hand, giving the 'OK' sign. It wasn't 30 seconds before an average cock jutted through the hole in the wall to one side of the narrow booth.

"Would you look at that?" Dave mused, slowing the pace at which he was fucking the white coed. Sharon moaned, bringing a hand down from pinching her nipples to press at her sex-- she wanted Dave to go on fucking into her like he had been. She reluctantly looked away from the standing fucking she was getting on the television, gasping when she saw the cock being presented through the tape lined hole in the sheetrock. She'd never imagined the hole communicated with the booth next door. "Guess we're getting a little loud," Dave said, "Don't want to have the owner calling the police... Maybe you'd better just latch that cocksucking mouth onto him & get him off." Though humiliated at the thought of blowing a total stranger, Sharon didn't argue. Dave moved with her as she turned, reaching out to grasp the stranger's cock & bringing her mouth down.

She was reminded latex didn't taste good, but Dave was thrusting into her more forcefully again & she was already so close to cumming that she didn't complain about it, gobbling at the strange cock as if she was starving. He didn't last long, & she was still just approaching the crest of her next climax when the spent, softening cock pulled out of her mouth & disappeared through the hole in the wall. She was tempted to tilt her head & to look through it, but at that moment Dave turned her, holding her impaled, levering her around by his hands gripping her hips. She saw a flash of the tattoo artist using her as he inked her back, & then found herself staring at a new cock jutting through the taped hole in the opposite wall of the narrow booth.

"Damn girl," Dave scolded, "You're so loud everybody wants a taste... Good thing you're so hot, ain't it?" she could only nod, & without being told leaned over to begin slurping at the new cock. The muffled groan of pleasure she heard through the wall spurred her on. "You safe, yet, my little slut?" Dave asked. Sharon nodded, understanding what he meant, & when he went still, flooding her channel with his cum a moment later, she was cumming with him, glad for the IUD that'd so recently been placed. "Good," Dave praised when he was done. He spanked her ass as she bobbed her head on the 2nd strange cock, "You wore me out, little Bitch... guess that's why you've attracted all these admirers." She paused, looking back to see another new cock had been thrust through the 1st hole. Dave pointed at the cock she'd just released, & she dutifully resumed slurping at the latex clad shaft. He nodded, easily lifting her at the waist, leaving her attached to the stranger's groin as he turned the lost housewife, bringing her sex in line with the 1st hole. "Bend your knees, slut," he murmured, & Sharon did, groaning with mingled arousal & embarrassment at what she was doing. She didn't stop, though, bending her knees & tilting her hips to take the new cock into her just fucked cunt. She pressed herself against the wall, moaning around the cock in her mouth as the new stranger began to thrust into her. Dave chuckled & nodded, stepping out of the majority of the camera's fields of view & watching as the spitted housewife & mother unhesitatingly took the patrons of the Lion's Den 2 at a time.

The others never gave Sharon a chance to rest, much less ask what was happening... No sooner would one finish & pull out, someone else was providing her with another new cock. Dave kept track... nobody lasted 5 minutes, but he couldn't blame them as exciting as doing a real porn star must be for the average American male. Within 45 minutes she'd done everyone at least once... & time some of the patrons had come back for seconds, using Sharon opposite the way they'd 1st enjoyed the black broken beauty. He knew that despite the relative lack in size or experience her admirers showed, Sharon had climaxed repeatedly, as well. Her fingers were steadily working her nipples & clit as she took all comers, & between fellating the customers she'd moaned & sighed in obvious arousal.

All too soon the light on the back camera began blinking... they were running low on batteries. Dave opened the door, stepping into the hall to announce 'last call.' Nobody grumbled, & he was pleased not to have to brow beat or humiliate anyone to keep the men in line. A few minutes later, the 2 who'd been using his BZ Bitch were through Sharon sat back on the bench, panting, not caring the door was open & a crowd of men were staring in at her naked, sweat slick body. Dave told her to get up, & the mousy little clerk stepped in. Sharon struggled not to shrink away from the leering little man... she was more than sure he'd already been inside of her, & Dave was there, so she knew better than to argue. Dave told Frank-- that was apparently the clerk's name-- to take a seat on the bench, & then had Sharon sit on the man's lap, her legs spread, draped over the clerk's knees.

Dave invited the clerk to spread her lips or 'hook a finger into her,' & the little man awkwardly thrust his finger into her sex over her thigh. In his other hand, he held the filled condom he'd used while fucking her. At a word from Dave, Sharon lifted her opposite leg, keeping the knee straight. She pasted a smile on as Dave snapped not one but 2 Polaroid photos, as well as taking more with his iPhone. She spent several minutes repeating the process as a succession of strangers wandered in, none of them as forward as the clerk had been, thank God. They acted like it was common to do photos like she was doing, so she didn't hesitate. After everyone had gotten his photo taken-- she realized with some disquiet it hadn't been Dave's iPhone but the clerks, as Dave was using the other patrons' phones as well, when they had her sit on their laps. It was over pretty quickly, & he had her dress, bringing his own iPhone to his ear as he closed the door while she tried to clean up a bit & put her clothes back on.

When she came out, the various patrons were standing around Dave at the counter. Trying not to blush, Sharon approached, & took the Sharpie marker he handed her & began signing the finished Polaroids, as well as the covers & discs of 'her' movies that guys she'd just 'partied with' had selected from the counter. Less than 90 minutes after arriving, Dave had managed to help the clerk sell out every copy of any movie 'starring' Sharon, & assuring a group of very dedicated fans. Dave finished packing up the various things they'd collected-- most importantly the money & security discs from the store-- before he paused in mock consternation. Sharon meekly followed as he led her back to the stopp open booth. He frowned, eyeing the Rex Iron dildo that lay on the bare concrete floor.

"Don't want to forget that, do we, slut?" he teased, "Pick it up & slide it into that still hot married pussy & we'll be on our way." Sharon didn't hesitate. She collected the dong from the seldom cleaned floor & dutifully pushed the big dildo into her sex before covering the base with the crotch of her thong panties. She shivered, unable to deny how good it felt, or that he'd been right in calling her pussy hot... She hadn't stopped to count how many times she'd been fucked, but knew she wanted more. She blinked in surprise as Dave collected his cameras... she hadn't seen them before. A pang of fear echoed, but she knew she could do nothing to stop it; she just had to trust he was serious that it wouldn't do for them to have Chris find out what a slut she'd become. "Go on out to the car," Dave told her, handing her the sack he'd been carrying, "& don't forget your new toys."

Sharon hurried to comply, rushing out of the store, trying not to meet anyone's eyes, & embarrassed at the ringing applause that followed her out of the little shop. Dave finished packing away his little HD cameras, then went back, making sure Frank wasn't holding out a back up camera disc or anything. He knew the camera on the back wall had captured good images of every guy who'd used his new BZ Bitch; telling them where to look to not be seen had been a ruse & Frank had been sharp enough not to argue. Between what had been agreed to & what the clerk ponied up from the impromptu photo & autograph session, Dave had almost $2500. That alone should cement Sharon's position as 'Money Maker' for the year, & it wasn't even time for winter break. He shook the clerk's sweaty hand, waved to the lingering customers, & sauntered out to the car.

He wondered if she'd buy into his plan for the week of Thanksgiving... Maybe Shaun would agree he'd won the bet if he could get the Bitch to go, but that could wait... They were more than in the black already with the insatiable white housewife, but Dave wasn't about to slack off. Having hidden the money from the lust hazed co-ed, he climbed behind the wheel, smiling over where Sharon perched gingerly in the passenger seat, looking alternately toward the road & back to the shop, obviously embarrassed at what she'd just done, but as nervous about being seen outside the sex shop.

Dave pulled back onto the highway, but continued to head away from 'home.' The next exit, almost to the military base between the cities, he pulled off, taking the more 'scenic' highway back towards school.

"Damn, you are shit hot," Dave praised Sharon, "You do know you made those guys... hell, their lives... They'll tell that story to their buddies until they die in the nursing home in 30 or 40 years." Sharon nodded, color appearing in her cheeks. Dave didn't let her think about anything, "& you came, right?" She nodded again. "More than just when I was fucking you." Another nod, "See, you just have to relax & enjoy whatever's available... I bet you're still hot, aren't you?" Sharon bit her lip & wouldn't meet his eye when he looked over, but after a hesitation she nodded. He grinned, not letting on it could be anything other than what she'd experienced at the shop spurring her arousal, "See, I knew you were a natural slut... That's been the problem; you just like being the exhibitionist. Getting guys off alone at your apartment doesn't feed your needs enough."

Sharon blinked at him in surprise. She hadn't thought about it that way. Part of her wanted to deny it-- that couldn't be the answer... she'd never been a tease or even a flirt before. Surely it wasn't that... Before she could really consider it, though, Dave had dropped his hand between her legs, deftly flicking her still aroused clit through her thoroughly soaked panties. She arched her back & moaned softly, pushing her sex against him, shivering at the way the big dildo moved inside of her. God, it must be the truth, she mused, even as he easily gave her a small orgasm. She pouted when he stopped to answer his ringing cell phone.

"Talk to me... Sure... Naw, I know that... Shit, you're kidding, right?... No... Nope... Not once... Well, not until then... So you've seen? What are you worried about?..." He laughed, "Hell, no... I guarantee it... Oh you won't regret it... We're close, just be nice & you'll see... Of course I mean it... You'll see. Trust me." Dave chuckled as he hung up. He watched Sharon out of the corner of his eye. The pretty white wife was still obviously about as hot as she could get, trying to sit there as if she wasn't dying to cum. He smiled at how completely they'd managed to subvert her. It couldn't always be so easy or everyone would be in the business of despoiling pretty white wives. He wondered just what had happened to make Sharon such easy prey, but it didn't really matter, he realized... She was responding the way any woman would, given the right... persuasion. It'd just been easier with her because of the times he & Shaun had managed when it was much much harder.

"Well, since you're still hot," he mused, "That wasn't really my surprise for you." Sharon blinked at him in surprise, "That was just a happy coincidence," he assured her, "I've got something better in mind for my favorite BZ Bitch." Sharon waited, no argument, & Dave reached over to tweak an aroused nipple before he went on, his attention seemingly focused on the road. He glanced at the clock: it still wasn't 10:30.

"That was Glen O. He owns 'Snake Eyes,' outside of town." Sharon shrugged; she'd never heard of a place called 'Snake Eyes.' "Do you still have the costume from the last party?" Dave ignored her puzzlement. She nodded, but he already knew that. "Great. I'll come in handy, but don't worry about it for today." He pointed out some of the fixtures of the Army base they were driving beside before he continued with his explanation.

"Snake Eyes is a men's club... Not the sort of club your husband would ever go to, right?" Sharon had recoiled when he said that, but she managed to shake her head-- Chris had never been to a strip club. "Besides," Dave continued, "Even if your hubby is a horn dog, he wouldn't go here... It's all the way on the other side of a city he'd have to drive an hour to reach, & let's just say he doesn't have enough of a tan." Sharon nodded, understanding what Dave was implying. "Glen O is a ZB, of course," he continued, "He lets lots of your sisters work for extra money." Sharon nodded again, though none of the Sisters she knew had mentioned anything about dancing; then again, she hadn't asked, either.

"So will I be serving drinks?" she asked hopefully, already sure of the answer. Dave laughed.

"Yeah, all of the girls hawk drinks. But you, sweet Sharon, are going to perform."

"I've... uhm, I've never danced like that," Sharon pointed out. Dave laughed again.

"Oh, I've seen you dance well enough to bring the dead to life," he corrected her, "But don't worry, it wouldn't help if you went out & embarrassed yourself. That'd cost Glen O money... Everyone calls him 'Go.' But relax; for the 1st week or so, you'll just serve drinks-- but you'll have to share your tip money with the other girls, since you won't be performing like they are... It's a fair trade, though-- they'll be showing you the ropes. Anyway, we're almost there... Shop's closed until lunch, so it's time you can meet Go & start to practice." Sharon shook her head, horrified at what Dave was suggesting.

"But I'll be seen by dozens of strange men... hundreds," Sharon's voice trailed off.

"By end of semester, or at least the end of school I'd say thousands, easy," Dave agreed, "The Army is a big supporter, at least indirectly." He enjoyed Sharon's obvious discomfort.

"So how does this help me protect my marriage?" Sharon asked bitterly. Dave looked at her like she was stupid, then sighed theatrically.

"You worried that hubby will see you online or on a DVD... or that someone he knows... someone who knows or sees you will say something to him, right?" Sharon nodded. "Well, do you two know anyone in the Army?" She considered that, then shook her head uncertainly. "More specifically, do you know anyone in the Army who frequents gentlemen's clubs?" That earned an eye roll as well as an immediate head shake. "& I could point out... oh yeah, I already did, Go's business doesn't cater to your average civilian, either. So it's perfect," Dave insisted, "You won't run across anyone who knows you or who can out you back home, but you'll be able to satisfy that little need you seem to have to be seen by men." Sharon glared at that, but she didn't argue for a moment.

"What if they take my picture?" she replied when she couldn't come up with another argument for Dave's suggestion, "There'll still be more & more pictures of me out there where Chris might see one." Dave shook his head.

"Nope. Go has a strict no camera policy... He won't even allow camera phones." Sharon nodded, understanding -- mistakenly, of course-- what Dave was saying.

"So there won't be any movies." Shaun just negotiated a turn, letting Sharon fill in the blanks. "& I'll do this instead of putting out for your chip holders?" Dave shrugged.

"Go needs a dancer 3 nights a week... If you do well, he may want you for the occasional weekend 'special,' too." Sharon nodded...

"Will I get to... Can I come to the ZB parties?" Dave pursed his lips.

"Well, sure, but if you're there, you may wind up on tape... maybe just in the background, but I guess no one would know you from Eve if you're taking it doggie style & we zoom in, right?... Yeah, you may have to stay in a side room, but I think we can do a work around." Sharon was obviously relieved, to the frat brother's delight. She was well & truly hooked on black cock.

"All I have to do is dance?" Dave rolled his eyes.

"All of the dancers circulate on the floor. It helps Go to move drinks, & it increases the tips they get when they dance. It works for everyone. He takes a cut of your tips, & the rest goes to ZB... We hold some for you in an account in case you want something special." Sharon was just nodding, & didn't even think about asking what he meant. She was trying to deny the flush of desire she felt, & was attributing to the knowledge she'd soon be stripping. "I don't know what his rules are working the room, but I can tell you if you do lap dances you'll be sure to make enough not to have to pick up many chips," he finished. There was no point in mentioning the back room to the lost white wife... Yet.

They pulled into a nearly empty lot surrounding a squat, windowless building. Faded silhouettes showed shapely women frozen in various provocative poses. Walking in, Dave pointed out Tawny & Adele's cars, a flashy BMW Z3 and a Porsche Boxter.

"See, the girls do all right working out here," he climbed out, then made a show of stopping, rapping his forehead with his palm, & suggesting Sharon might want to 'lose her friend.' Blushing the white wife didn't try to get back into the big SUV before slipping the big dildo out of her sex. Chuckling, 'Damn you are insatiable,' Dave led the way across the gravel lot & opened the main door, letting Sharon step inside ahead of him.. The interior was intentionally very dark, a short hall leading to a small room-- the single door 'man trap'-- hidden inside the seemingly inviting double front door. Dave didn't move beyond the empty stool, turning instead to rap smartly on the left wall through the curtain that hid the room's hidden door. After a moment there was an audible 'click' & he caught Sharon's hand, leading the nervous white wife through the hidden door into the club's inadequately lit 'back' hall.

Sharon didn't speak as Dave led her through 3 quick turns as they moved to left side of the building & then toward the rear. Stepping through another barrier curtain they entered a wider, normally lit hallway. They passed several doors before Dave paused again, pointing with his thumb toward an opening with 2 curtains tied back, allowing entrance. She heard women's voices beyond.

"Go in & introduce yourself," he told her, "They're expecting you. I've gotta see Go." He moved on without waiting to see if Sharon obeyed. Biting her lip at the oppressive gloom of the black painted walls & the widely spaced bare bulb overhead lights, she put a hand on one of the heavy velvet curtains as she stepped in, finding an immediate right turn leadin to a much more brightly lit room.

A row of lockers lined the wall nearest the door, & she saw more on the far wall. The rest of the space was occupied by 3 rows of vanities, like she'd seen the night of the photo shoot with Shaun. She saw various photos & cards had been taped to many of the mirrors, & odd knick knacks were draped over the tops or cluttered the counters. There were racks of clothes & bins of various accessories. A shelf near the door held stacks of CD cases.

Sharon paused, taking it in, then moved to the only other people in the low ceilinged room. The two women had stopped talking as she'd entered, & were watching her openly. The taller woman, who Sharon guessed was a few years older than Kelly, was facing away from her, watching through the mirror. Sharon looked at the swirling, multicolored tattoo that occupied the woman's toned back, the top obscured by her long, bleached blonde hair. Sharon couldn't read the woman's expression.