Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 12

The sexy blonde housewife slipped forward, sagging off of Go's jutting erection. He laughed; she came to rest draped like a towel over the railing. Tawny & Adele had to have heard her getting off, but they'd had their turns in his booth... all of his girls did. He ran his finger over the tattoo at the small of her back. Reaching down, he used 2 fingers to collect some of the spend oozing from her just fucked cunt, smearing it over the ink. This one was going to be fun, whether she could dance a lick or not.

Sharon blushed when she came to... still draped over the rail. She remembered immediately what had happened, & knew from short but regular experience she was naked. She sat up, feeling the increase in the flow of liquid from her sex. She hoped Shaun & Dave wouldn't be angry she'd let Go do that. She shivered at the memory of the orgasms she'd had with the fat, smarmy man. Looking around, she realized the stage was dark... Tawny & Adele were gone. She searched the dim booth for her costume, but even the tiny thong panties were gone.

Fear blossomed... She remembered Go talking to the women about a 'matinee.' She looked around, relieved when she saw no customers in the booths at the edges of the dimly lit stage. Cupping a hand over her leaking sex, she started to leave the booth, intent on heading backstage. There was a tap behind her. She turned, to see her silhouette in the mirror behind Go's booth. The sound repeated, & she realized there was a door to one side.

Biting her lip, she stepped around the table & curled her fingers into the cut out to open the door. She found herself standing at the side of Go's desk, the main door to the office. The big club owner was seated, his chair swiveled to face her. She looked to his left, to see the mirror was a 1 way glass, allowing him to see the stage and every seat in the house. The window was low, though; she would have to duck to get up against the glass, which stopped at a row of cabinets that ran across the low ceilinged office. She stopped looking around, nervously eyeing her boss.

"You are one hot Bitch," Go rumbled, "I ain't busted a nut like that in... well, a long time."

"Thank you," Sharon bit her lip, "I... I enjoyed it, too." Go just nodded. Considering how she'd reacted, she realized he'd been more than aware of that. "I, uhm... when do I start..." He smiled.

"Well, I think we'll have you sit here with me, tonight... We'll just watch the other girls, tonight, so you can get an idea... they're not all T&A." She blinked, puzzled. He chuckled, "That's Tawny & Adele's stage name when they go on together." Sharon nodded. "Anyway, you just sit here... watch how they dance, but I also want you to see how they work the floor when they're not dancing. Got it?" Sharon nodded. She remembered performing at the frat, & thought she could dance all right... sure, the pole work would take some time... & collecting money from strangers... but working the floor? Lap dances?

"Uhm, what about my clothes... my costume?" Go leered at her.

"You think I'm done with that married pussy, right now, little BZ Bitch?" Sharon looked down, shaking her head. She was afraid he'd see how her body had reacted to the knowledge he was going to fuck her again. "Oh, no, my new slut... I get to keep you all to myself for a few days. Call it a perk for me. Did you hear me talking to the girls today?" Sharon shrugged-- she had, but didn't remember any specifics except for the pleasure he'd given her. "We have an amateur night every couple weeks. I'm gonna hold you out... You'll come practice mornings at the club... I'll have different girls show you what they do. You'll be a shoe in by the time it rolls around." Sharon nodded, but didn't understand why. He apparently recognized her confusion. "It pays a grand prize of $1000." She was glad to hear that. "It'll get you a following... customers who come back to see you regularly." He'd almost said 'have' which could have queered the whole deal. "That'll boost your tips until you're more comfortable working the floor."

Sharon was surprised he was so aware of her concerns... was she that transparent? She was, but he knew how to handle that. He watched as she started seeing a few men beginning to trickle in, the lunch crowd who'd pay twice the usual rate for a burger so they could see some bare titty while eating it. He knw she was thinking she'd nearly put on an unintended show for his customers. He waited a moment, then put her at ease. Waving a broad hand, he chuckled,

"Relax, Mrs. Sharon... Everybody worries about it when they start... It's not easy shaking your ass in front of strangers... getting them hot enough to pay you but no so hot they cause problems. It takes practice... So we'll take it slow." He stood up, unzipping his pants, "& it'll give me more time to enjoy that hot body of yours..." Sharon smiled & licked her lips-- no feigned desire, the white housewife wanted more of the big man's bent cock. She dropped to her knees without being told & began to lick & slurp at Go's root, anxious to find out if she'd always get off so strongly with him...

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Hearing the crowd outside, Sharon nervously checked her make up-- for the 3rd time in 5 minutes-- while awaiting her turn. The two other girls waiting wither her ignored her, one a slightly chunky latina whose boyfriend, a GI, had insisted she go up to 'show them how a real woman danced.' She knew she'd seen the other, a bottle brunette with impossibly heavy mascara & too white base, performing at one of the other local clubs. It was supposed to be amateur night, but Sharon couldn't argue too much... since meeting Go the Thursday before, she'd spent several hours a day working on her own 'act' as the other strippers called it. She'd wanted to wear the 'Demon Bitch' costume from the party a couple weeks before, but Go had refused. He'd told her she could be 'DB' when she was working, but he wanted her dancing as herself, 'or people would suspect it was fixed.' She hadn't argued, & not just because he'd had his big cock buried in her throat when he'd told her, either. Whatever Go wanted, she would do.

He'd fucked her 3 times that first afternoon, & each time she'd cum so strongly she'd passed out. The third time, he'd been using her ass when she came to, & she managed a fourth breathless climax in unison with his final eruption. By then, the lunch show had ended. She'd 'watched' the performers while Go took her from behind until they'd both been too excited to pay attention to anything else, but that'd been the second time he'd been inside of her. She shivered, still amazed he'd gone on fucking into her like that for more than an hour, pointing out moves the women used on stage & also little tricks she could adopt for her own use while 'working the floor.'

She'd gone on watching... & playing with herself, in Go's office as the rest of lunch passed, barely listening as he made calls & sent texts & emails & ran his business. It'd been embarrassing, but she'd been glad even then, that Dave had relented in making her collect chips; she'd already been sure this would be better. & it had felt almost natural. She'd worked on her 'stage craft' with Tawny & Adele, then with others who came in before their shift. The women weren't all BZ Sisters... they'd worked with her in varying degrees between the extremes she'd already faced with 'T&A,' as she'd come to think of them.

After spending from maybe 2:30 to almost 4:30 building her skills as a stripper, Sharon had found herself back in Go's office. To start, she'd sucked at him, hiding beneath his desk, as he provided monthly 'bonus' money to the other girls. It'd felt so naughty having the women parade through while she was working the fat man's crank Sharon had barely been able to keep quiet. She'd been relieved the other women didn't seem angry she was joining them or unhappy with working for Go. When he'd gotten up & locked the door to his office, she'd scrambled onto the desk, tearing her thong in her eagerness to get naked for him, she was so hot. He'd laughed, kissing her possessively, then her nipples, nipping at the ring & making her moan, before he began to finger her as she lay back on the mahogany top.

She quickly came, & he'd expertly built her to another climax before he'd paused, chuckling at her pleas, demanding she tell him about herself. So she had, frequently interrupted as his probing fingers kept her ever built to the very edge of a climax. She'd insisted she loved her husband... loved having sex with him, but readily admitted she'd never felt pleasure like she did taking black cock.

Go knew that making her repeat it... making her hear her own voice admit that, was key to totally bringing the pretty white housewife under the frat's control... under his command. Minutes after swearing her love for her husband, she'd readily dropped to her knees, slurping at his cock until he'd assured her he was 'ready to get her off again.' & he had, but only after making her call her hapless, ignorant husband & telling him-- while Go's prick was buried in her cunt doggie style-- that she was going to get a job as a 'waitress' to help pay for things she wanted at school.

When Chris had insisted she didn't need to do that, that he could put more money in her account, Sharon had gasped at Go's domineering thrust-- he'd been holding himself steady & smiled the way the co-ed struggled to maintain control while doing what he wanted. She insisted she wanted to see what it was like to really work, adding without pause that she had friends who were working there, too. & Chris, of course, the loving, devoted, trusting husband, had agreed, adding he hoped she'd be home again soon, as 'hot' as she'd been her last visit.

Sharon had managed to assure him she was looking forward to it, too, her voice almost a moan as Go had caught her hips & was steadily reaming her from behind. She'd barely managed a coherent, 'Love you' before hanging up on her husband, to go on shouting, 'I love it! I love it! As she came on the club owner's pounding erection.

In the week that followed, Sharon had only handled chip collection a couple times. She'd spent her days at the club, watching the girls or working with them, & eventually by herself on how she wanted to dance. Go was never inside of her less than twice. The big man would come down to watch her practice. When she would take a break, he always had a glass ready for her, something alcoholic, she knew, but didn't mind-- the buzz was nice. He would offer some pointer or constructive criticism, invite her to join him in his office once she'd 'cleaned up' or changed, & as quickly as she could manage that she'd find herself panting & moaning, doing a different sort of dance.

Dave had surprised her that first night, insisting since it was Thursday they would have a better shot getting close in the strip clubs nearer the school. She'd worried he wanted her to dance, & had known at that point she wasn't ready, but he'd just wanted her to see more performers, as he called them talking to her. &, of course, he'd wanted HER to go up with dollar bills. She'd been surprised the 1st time one of the women responded by pulling her into a passionate kiss. From the way the guys went wild, though, Sharon had quickly realized putting on even a little act could really improve a stripper's income.

They'd hit different clubs each night through the weekend, & then he'd brought her to the frat Monday night, & she'd 'practiced' in the main room, pausing frequently to service the various members who happened through. Thoroughly used, she'd complained to Dave she wouldn't be able to walk, much less dance, if that kept up to the Amateur Night on Thursday, & he'd laughed & assured her sexual stamina was necessary to, while getting her off with his fingers on the short drive home.

They'd let her sleep in Tuesday morning. She'd driven herself out to 'Snake Eyes' for the 1st time, & went through her routine between lunch & when work let out. Complaining she'd 'shorted him' his time with her that morning, Go had kept her around to watch the evening's crowd. She'd seen the show T&A put on, driving the crowd wild, & later, when the headliners were done & it was the other girls working the stage & floor, when his knowing touch & the ready supply of drugged booze had Sharon beside herself with need, he'd led her down a short hallway accessible only through his office, to an unlit hall with windows lining one side.

Sharon had gasped, realizing immediately what she was looking in on: the Champagne room. Inside, patrons were enjoying more intimate lap dances with some of the girls, but there was more... In the center of the room, Adele was lying back in a strange contraption hanging from the ceiling, letting her swing back & forth, impaling her open sex on the jutting prong of a man she'd seen in the crowd, eagerly tucking bills into the dancer's thongs. Further to the side, a man was bent over Shaniqua, another of the dancers, thrusting into her steadily as her legs rose up over his pumping hips, one heel dangling to spur him on. At least 4 of the strippers were having sex, right there, & though she knew it was wrong, & was sure she'd never be able to do it herself, the arousal she'd already been feeling seemed to explode, preventing rational thought.

A moment later, she'd had he hands pressed against the thick glass, panting & moaning as Go hammered into her from behind, giving her exactly what she knew she needed. As she'd cried out, she'd struggled to muffle her cries, but the big club owner had just laughed.

"Don't worry, my little slut," he'd said, or maybe he'd called her 'cunt,' it didn't matter, "Even if they hear you, they'll just think it's someone else getting off... Everyone gets what they want at Snake Eyes." He'd reached past her, lightly tapping the glass, "Even the mirrors are designed to keep from worrying my more paranoid guests... There's glass in front of the mirror, so it looks like it couldn't be one-way." None of that meant a thing to the lust addled housewife. She was moaning too loudly to hear him anyway, & as she saw Adele arch her back & cry out, Sharon had joined her with her own climax, pushing back at Go, hungry to feel him explode inside of her." As always he'd outlasted her though, & when she was well on her way to her next orgasm, he'd led her on to another smaller bank of windows, revealing smaller, intimate rooms where dancers were entertaining as she might her husband if she'd been home. Home was the farthest thing from her mind, though. Only her budding need, & the pleasure Go's cock provided mattered. The show her fellow entertainers were putting on simply heightened her need.

He'd stopped, as she was trembling in the pre-release throes of a monster orgasm, getting her attention in a more certain manner than any other.

"You like this, cunt?" he'd taunted her, "You like being a stripper... a whore?" She'd nodded without hesitation. "It's what you want to be?" Another nodded, & a whimper of need answered the question. "You'll do this for me so long as I keep fucking you?" Panting audibly, pushing against him in her desperation to get off, Sharon went on nodding, groaning 'yes, yes, yesss!' & then he'd picked up a clipboard... She never paused to wonder how it'd come to be in the small space there, He'd held it out, a pen dangling by a string from the clip at the top. "Then sign it, little cunt... Sign to be my headliner, to be my cum bucket." & she had... She'd scrawled her married name across the line, groaning in delight as he responded by sinking his big bent cock into her fully, resuming the rhythm he'd interrupted, quickly giving her the release she needed... She'd awakened back in his office, & was embarrassed at the thought he had carried her back through the low, narrow halls. There wasn't any such emotion, though, at the certain knowledge she needed to feel him inside of her again. No man-- not even Shaun-- had been such an amazing lover. She'd shivered, aware as she'd watched him looking out at the crowd & making a phone call, that she'd do whatever he demanded.

It'd felt like he was punishing her when he'd insisted she not return Wednesday night. She'd pouted, but had quickly relented when he'd laughed, assuring her she'd 'get off' the next night, & reminding her she needed to be rested for the contest.

It hadn't been a total surprise when there was instead a knock on the door around 5 Wednesday evening... She'd served the chip holder & then another, but after that it'd been quiet, though she hadn't gone out shopping, worried she might have yet another visitor. She had gotten her laundry done, though; chores had been much easier to get to since she'd started practicing at the club.

She'd been confident from the moment Dave & several of the other ZB Brothers had shouted & cheered, 'convincing' her to volunteer for the amateur show at Snake Eyes the next night. Whereas the dancers did 3 numbers 2 or 3 times a night, for the contest Sharon & the 6 other women danced together on stage for one song, & based on 'crowd response' the top 5 had then gone back to don 'appropriate' costumes. Of course, Sharon had 'found' the perfect outfit... used, but not too used; Go had chosen it. She'd taken her time, making sure things fit 'just right,' before touching up her already heavy make up. Adele had told her what to get to keep from having it smear & run & leave her looking like a zombie stripper. They'd warned her not to be 1st or last, so she'd planned to go 3rd, & was a little miffed when the Latina insisted she be 3rd. From the passage to the stage she & the brunette watched enough of the girl's hapless moves to know she'd be no threat. & having remembered where she'd seen the brunette's listless performance & total lack of 'sell' to the crowd, Sharon was smiling inwardly, certain she'd win.

It really wasn't fair at all. Beaming every time she saw Go or Dave or the other Brothers looking at her, & buzzed by a big glass of Go's favorite that had been provided her & she assumed the others before they went on, her number seemed to whiz by. She spun, she shimmied, she worked the pole. Her top came off like an erotic slingshot & disappeared into the crowd. She pranced out of the miniskirt, leaving it in a puddle at the back of the stage & nearly leapt onto the brass pole, turning the momentum into a spin that increased in speed as she flexed her arms, pulling herself close to the light warmed metal. She pumped her ass, fingered her nipple, snapped the ring that seemed to glow in the color wash of the overhead lights.

While she hadn't done it 'in real life,' moving along the edge, collecting dollars was easier than she'd expected. She'd cover her breasts with one hand-- Go insisted they at least pretend to keep to the various county statutes-- and lean close, plucking the bill with her free hand before pecking her 'admirer' on the cheek. If the bill didn't tuck into her thong she didn't worry-- the women had explained it'd be there when she was done. She was so into it she climbed the pole a final time as the number ended, getting herself spinning by her ankles high on the brass, so she could lay back out, reaching down to lift the front of her thong, baring her barely there pubes to a roaring crowd.

Then it was over. She was breathless but went on beaming as she dropped nimbly off of the pole to cross her legs & bow at the waist, giving everyone in attendance a final glorious look at her firm breasts. She scooped up the errant bills, surprised to see a 5 & a 10 instead of just 1's, & sauntered off stage as if she spent everyday ½ naked in a roomful of strange men.

The brunette glowered at her as she passed, heading for the stairs where employees were directing her. She paused, smiling at the obviously unhappy fellow dancer.