Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 12

The second woman had at least turned to face her. She was topless, but such casual intimacies no longer surprised the BZ Sister. She realized the woman's nipples weren't pierced, though a familiar symbol was visible from across the room, dangling from her navel piercing. Her hair was thinner than the other woman's. Sharon thought she was a couple years older, though still more than a decade her own junior. To the nervous white housewife, the taller woman's eyes seemed sad, if not friendly. She managed a smile as she approached the pair.

"I'm sorry, I... Dave said I should introduce myself." She looked down, then back up, avoiding the tattooed girl's angry glare. "I'm not really sure why I'm here... Well, I suppose I'm going to be working with you," she offered, "I'm Sharon."

"Yeah, we've heard," the first woman tossed her hair, briefly exposing dragon heads twined to the base of her neck, pointed at her shoulders. "& we get to be babysitters," her displeasure couldn't be more obvious, & Sharon almost winced, wondering what new hell Dave had gotten her into.

"Hey, Tawny," the second woman put a hand on the shorter woman's shoulder, "Give her a break. She's not here because she woke up & decided she wanted to be a stripper." She smiled at Sharon, "I'm Adele. Don't let Tawny's attitude get to you. & don't worry; if you're supposed to be a stripper, we'll get you tuned up & ready to perform." Sharon smiled in relief. Tawny rolled her eyes.

"C'mon, Adele," she stood abruptly, "She's gotta be 40. Does she look like a dancer to you?" Adele pursed her lips, turning her attention to the haughty stripper preening beside her.

"As I recall you weren't a ballerina when you stepped onto the stage... just a scared kid with a pimp of a boyfriend looking for ways to turn you out." Tawny's eyes flashed, but she merely turned on her heel & stalked to the nearest rack of clothes. "I'm not telling you I'm happy about it, Tawny," Adele called after her, then turned back to Sharon. "Dave & the rest of the frat rescued Tawny from a fate worse then... well, worse than what we do now," Sharon was relieved that Adele obviously included her in that 'we,' though she was also a little intimidated that there could be worse than working as the frat's living sex doll & cash cow. "She is right, though, that it's a hard learning curve. & getting you up to speed won't be easy for us... we have to look out for ourselves, too, you know?" Sharon nodded.

"Dave said you'd get what I earn while I'm learning... whatever I need to learn," she stopped, unsure just what that entailed. "I don't mean to be a problem for you..."

"Sure you don't... Just pay attention & don't argue," Tawny had come back, "Strip out of those clothes & put these on," she threw a pile of shiny nylon clothing at Sharon, "& then find some heels that fit.

"Relax, Sharon," Adele threw Tawny a warning look, "Our friend hates men, so the idea of helping you learn to entertain them rankles." She snapped a feather boa that had been hanging from the left mirror panel of her vanity at the lithe younger woman, "& look at it this way, sourpuss," she scolded Tawny, "Once she's in the rotation it'll be easier for all of us." Tawny laughed at that.

"You know Go will just put us in the champagne room more often." Adele shrugged but didn't argue. Sharon was busily trying to get into the green & gold bra & panty set Tawny had provided. Instead of the usual hook and eye closure, the bra was affixed by Velcro, & while the size was close enough-- suggesting the young woman had a quick eye-- it was obviously a 'community garment,' & had been worn & removed enough that Sharon worried it would fall off the moment she started to move. The panties were similarly designed with a tear away strip at each side. Adele deftly applied colored tape to the Velcro connections.

"Here, Sharon... until you have your own outfits remember to tape them up or it'll be a short striptease." Sharon nodded, pulling the matching semi-transparent cropped top & micromini-skirt on before she went to find a pair of heels. She knew she shouldn't be surprised when none of the shoes had less than a 4 inch heel. There weren't any green heels, & she reluctantly selected a pair of clear plastic 4" heels, returning for the other women's approval. Tawny shrugged. Adele nodded. She'd put on a beaded top that matched the outfit Tawny was wearing.

Without warning the curtain hiding another entrance was pulled aside & a short, fat black man stepped into the room. Sharon blinked in surprise, but managed to curb the urge to turn away. The man's beady eyes, magnified by thick black framed glasses roamed over Sharon's body as he reached up to take the stub of an unlit cigar out of the corner of his mouth. His smile was an open leer.

"Damn, David," he said, motioning for the women to approach, "You shoulda told me she was such a hottie; we coulda skipped the bullshit." He crooked his finger at Sharon, "Get over here, girl... I hear you're my new dancer." Sharon nodded as she stepped close. His eyes moved over her body again. The smile widened. "Shit hot. But if you can't dance..." he shrugged, "Hell, I'm sure we'll find something for you to do..." He turned disappearing through the curtain. "C'mon, girls," his voice carried into the room, "Let's get to work... Show Mrs. Sharon the ropes." Tawny snorted at his words, but hurried after the retreating club owner. Adele caught Sharon's arm, hurrying her along.

"Mrs.?" she asked in a whisper. Sharon nodded, feeling herself blush. "This isn't the sort of work a wife should be doing," Adele cautioned, "Especially if Go decides you aren't 'headliner material.' If he says you can't make it dancing, he'll have you work the champagne room."

"What's that?" Sharon asked, remembering Tawny had mentioned it before. Adele bit her lip as if wondering just how much she should say.

"Let's just say it's where the customers with enough cash who want to 'get to know the girls better' go for more personal entertainment." Sharon felt her mouth drop open in shock... She'd resigned herself to doing lap dances & being groped, but hadn't imagined there'd be anything more. She shivered.

"Isn't that illegal?" she asked. Adele laughed-- a single harsh bark.

"Sure it is... But so's gambling, & doing drugs, or selling drugs... or selling booze where there's nudity or partial nudity. Hell, in this county full nudity is a crime," the younger but more experienced woman ticked items off on her fingers, & Sharon didn't wonder whether all of what she was saying went on at 'Snake Eyes.' Adele fixed her with a brief look as she pulled the anxious white housewife down another hallway, "& before you start to think the law's an out, I'll tell you the truth: Go has enough leverage he doesn't even have to look out for vice, here, so don't count on the law helping you, honey." Sharon nodded, but Adele clearly didn't think she'd gotten through to her new student. "I'm serious, hon, the best you'll get from the city's Finest is a demand for a freebie, & they won't worry about marking you up."

Sharon hadn't needed the warning, but felt grateful the pretty but tired looking young woman was trying to help.

Sharon found herself standing hesitantly at the edge of the stage, reminding herself not to step back as the other women talked to one another & padded to the music booth positioned near the curtain at one rear corner of the long runway and center stage. There were shiny brass poles positioned in the middle and more forward, centered in the glossy black stage. Low red lights marked the edges of the stage. Looking behind her, Sharon saw there was a shelf a few inches lower. There were still some empty glass tumblers along the matte gray surface. She blinked in surprise, realizing a male employee was moving about in the dark, picking up the glasses & making a cursory effort to clean the horizontal surfaces.

Tawny sighed theatrically, bringing Sharon's attention to the other women. Openly impatient, the tall stripper crooked a finger at Sharon.

"Get over here, new meat," she sneered, "You'll have to decide what songs you dance to, & let the DJ know."

"She's right," Adele agreed, "Use the machine in back to set up your tape, don't let Jones choose for you. Don't assume the piece he has is what you've practiced to." Sharon nodded, wishing she could take notes. Tawny moved behind the swinging gate into the music booth & slid a tape into one of several players stacked beneath twin turn tables. "Until you know more, there are several routines already set up, so don't worry about it."

"Stripper training wheels," Tawny agreed curtly, "& you don't get to mess with the equipment, got it? If you need something ask for help." She pushed a button & music began to play through speakers over and around the stage. "Whoever's center stage chooses the tunes," she said, "When you're on the side stages, you just dance to what they play." Sharon nodded again-- she hadn't really thought about dancing anywhere, much less center stage or not.

"Uhm, I'm not... that doesn't sound like stripper music," Sharon managed... it was some jazz pop piece she was sure she'd heard before. The other women laughed.

"Oh, that's just warm up... we'll get to the real music soon enough," Adele explained, "Think of this as exercise..." Tawny snorted, "& when you exercise you need to warm up." The women spread out, & Sharon followed their lead as they went through a series of stretching exercises. When Tawny caught hold of the middle bar & spun gracefully around, twining herself on the bright metal, then spinning away again, arching her back, Sharon doubted she'd ever be able to dance; she was sure she'd never manage that maneuver. Adele followed suit, then offered Sharon some quick tips as they had the nervous housewife try it. Tawny laughed openly, but Adele congratulated her when she let go of the pole after an awkward spin.

"Be nice, T," she scolded, "At least she didn't fall." Tawny shrugged but didn't argue. They continued, alternating push ups that Sharon hated with leg stretches & more varied spins on the pole. When Tawny hooked both legs high, over her head, & spun slowly down the pole onto her back, Sharon shook her head. The angry young woman laughed.

"Don't worry, white bread, you don't have to do that... yet." She was more brusque, poking at Sharon while demanding instead of suggesting... 'Point your toes;' 'drop your head back as you spin;' & 'smile damn it... sell it.' Sharon struggled to do what the women did, amazed that neither seemed winded while she felt like she was dripping sweat. She knew part of that was the overhead lights, but it was plain she wasn't in the shape she'd believed.

The music had progressed to a faster more pounding series of songs & the women were no longer stretching, as much as prancing about. They were always in motion, toes pointed, hips twitching, shoulders shimmying. Long hair swung about enticingly. Sharon envied the others' poise & skill. It was getting harder & harder for her to follow what they were doing, both because their steps were more advanced, & she was close to exhaustion.

Just when she thought she was going to have to beg the women to take a break, Go leaned into the lights from the surrounding gloom.

"Lookin' good, girlie," he leered at her, then eyed the others, "Tell you what... show her your headliner act, & then you can take a break... I know you'll be ready for the matinee today."

"The main show isn't for the matinee," Tawny argued.

"We ain't got any customers, yet, do we?" Go raised an eyebrow & Tawny's defiant attitude wilted slightly, "I don't think I asked you what you thought." Adele hurried toward the music booth, snatching the bag she'd set by the gate as she stepped inside. "Yu is on her way to cover the 3rd stage." Tawny stopped, shaking her hair out angrily.

"I thought the new meat was going to help out," she argued. Go pursed his lips & blew out a breath.

"If you weren't such a talented cunt..." he trailed off & shook his head. Tawny quailed more visibly. Go reached out, he big paw encircling Sharon's elbow. "Gonna have to work on her conditioning, & you know it," he scolded, "Besides, she's got to learn the rest of her responsibilities... & you know as well as I do, having watched her today, she's a natural... Gonna be able to work her center stage just like you two." Sharon was surprised, she looked at the other women, who were nodding in answer to Go's words. "But I wanna make a real splash with her... She's gonna debut on Amateur night." Tawny laughed at that, & Adele shrugged, then moved with the taller woman toward the back of the stage as Go led Sharon back towards his table in the dark, secure corner of the club.

"Here, you look like you need a drink," he handed Sharon a water bottle dripping condensation. She saw that the others were drinking from bottles they'd taken out of their bags & were talking as the music played over the speakers. Sharon took it gratefully, chugging at it in thirst. She coughed, surprised that it wasn't water. "Careful, bitch, that's good vodka," Go scolded, but smiled at his trick, "Go on, now." Sharon wiped her mouth, then reluctantly continued to drink from the bottle, pausing every few swallows. She tried to figure how much alcohol there was...

"We're just gonna watch them go through their show," Go rumbled, maneuvering Sharon to the cushioned seat beside him. His heavy arm draped over her shoulders. "Then we'll talk about what you'll do when you're not dancing." Sharon nodded, trying to get the bottle finished, worried he'd be upset if she took too long. She wished there was water, too, but quickly began to feel the buzz, which made the fatigue she'd been feeling fade.

The music changed, & after a recorded introduction, a Lady GaGa piece with an augmented bass beat filled the room. Tawny & Adele moved like cats along the long center stage, alternately preening & stretching with spinning on the bars. Sometime during the middle of the song, they both lost the filmy tops they'd worn over their bras. Sharon realized Go had tugged her own top open at the same time. Giggling, she leaned forward, letting him pull it down, off of her arms. She leaned against him as she sat back. Looking up, she saw he was watching the women on stage. The song segued into a 3Oh3 piece, & the skirts quickly came off. Sharon lifted her hips, pushing her own skirt down & kicking it away without being told. She didn't need to look down to know that her nipples were hard, & there was a wet spot in her bottom... watching Tawny & Adele was getting her hot.

"Yeah, you gonna be good on the pole... On all the poles," Go chuckled, catching her hand & moving it over his groin. Sharon murmured quietly in surprise... he was big... Not long, but thick... & bent slightly. She moved her fingers over the rough surface of his cock, pressing her free hand against her sex as on stage Tawny & Adele's spinning gyrations slowed. The women were moving together, intertwined, hands groping one another. As the song ended, the women kissed, & Sharon only partially suppressed her own groan of desire.

'My Dick,' began to play over the speakers, with another song sampled underneath. Sharon giggled at the choice of music, watching as the women, who'd lost their bras during the 2nd song, stripped off their bottoms, rubbing against one another, tit & twat. Sharon looked down, to find Go had deftly released the taped closures of her own outfit, leaving her as bare as the other women. On stage, Tawny bent at the waist, pressing the cleft of her ass against the pole. Leaving her head nearly against the floor, she flexed her knees, pumping her ass up & down against the metal. Adele moved up from the opposite side of the pole, pressing her sex against it, then leaning back, arching until her hand was braced on the ebony stage. The women moved together, as if sharing an impossibly long, incredibly hard cock.

"Stand up, little cunt," Go said quietly. Sharon did without hesitation, aware of her own heat & need as she swayed. His hands closed on her sides, guiding her forward, mimicking Tawny's position, leaving her bent at the waist. Sharon braced herself on the horizontal brass rail separating Go's booth from the rest of the club. "Show me you can do that," he ordered quietly. Nodding, Sharon lowered her torso, breasts coming to rest on the cool metal rail. She flexed her knees, watching the women on stage, trying to match Tawny's motion. She shouldn't have been surprised... maybe she wasn't, but seconds after she'd found the rhythm, she felt, as she pushed her ass down, the length of Go's cock pressed along her seam. Her breath caught, then escaped in a low moan as she rose again, dragging her sex over his erection. Tilted forward, the movement pushed her clit against the base of his shaft. She trembled, struggling to maintain the tempo Tawny had set. Her need built with each movement, until she was desperate for Go to take her. It was a relief when he shifted driving into her as she dropped her ass. She moaned, wanting to stop, but guided by Tawny's movement on stage & his big hands, rising & falling on his thick prick.

Feeling him inside of her spurred her need... She wanted to move faster, but followed his subtle cues, resisting the demands of her body. She shivered each time she dropped onto him... the bend in his shaft left the tip pressing differently than anyone she remembered before, a delicious pressure to the right side of her sex. When he shimmied his hips behind her, Sharon groaned long & loud & nearly lost it. Gritting her teeth, she managed to match Tawny's movement on stage...

Only Tawny wasn't pumping at the pole, any longer. She & Adele were tangled on stage, hands groping as they writhed in a passionate 69. Sharon's breath caught, & she arched her back, pressing herself fully against Go's big cock as she began to cum. Big black hands closed over her bare breasts, standing her up, pulling her back against him. He stood, then, lifting her heels off of the floor. He let go of her chest & she collapsed forward, barely managing to brace her hands on the rail. Her arms trembled from the prior push-ups, her body suspended on his jutting cock.

Her elbows flexed, & she found her breasts pressing uncomfortably against the cool metal, hands trapped beneath her. She was aware of her body twitching, her panting breath filling her ears. Her eyes remained fixed on the stage. To her surprise, it wasn't the heated 69 she'd envisioned... the women were moving about deliberately, pausing to talk to one another, choreographing the coming show. She blushed, realizing they could at any moment look out & see what she was doing with the big club owner.

Her feet were still off the ground, & Go had firm hold of her waist as he thrust into her again & again & again. After maybe 3 minutes... time enough she could feel the start of her rise to another climax, his hands shifted. She gasped as he turned her with his left hand, his right catching her right thigh & pushing her knee toward her chest. Her body turned, & she struggled to anchor herself on the rail with an elbow as she found herself on her left side. She could still see the stage, & expected the big man would continue to turn her until he could feast on her bare breasts while fucking her.

Instead, Go raised his left leg, stepping over Sharon's thigh, leaving him astraddle that leg. Holding her right leg flexed, her foot brushing against his side, the club owner resumed thrusting at her. It was a moment before Sharon realized he meant to continue fucking her like that. & by that time, rational thought had nearly evaporated; the position left the decided bend in Go's cock forcing the driving head over her G spot each time he lunged into her or backed out. The power of Sharon's orgasm was obvious. She whimpered, then cried out as every muscle seemed to clench at once. The intensity was painful, but at the same time she was desperate to feel it again. She heard her lust husky voice urging him on, 'Go... Go... Go... Oh fuck me... Go...' He chuckled above her, & she imagined feeling the vibration all the way into the core of her sex. She realized seconds after climaxing so strongly, she was about to cum again. She felt the tempo change... he was hammering into her harder, which served to get her off more quickly, the climax so strong that she couldn't make a sound... couldn't draw a breath. Her last conscious awareness was the heat as he exploded inside of her, matching her orgasm with his own.