Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 12

"Good luck!" she said. The woman sniffed.

"Amateur my ass," she answered, tossing her hair. Sharon stopped, putting her hands on her hips.

"I swear to God I've never danced for money in a men's club in my life!" she huffed, then went on down the stairs, giggling at the many hands pawing her still bare breasts & grabbing her ass as she was led back to the ZB table. Dave kissed her as did the others, alternating with high 5's that set her breasts bouncing to everyone's delight. She reluctantly accepted her clothes, putting the BZ Bitch halter on as the last dancer went through her song. She was more animated than she'd seen her back at another club, but Sharon wasn't being arrogant when she confidently said the woman wasn't close to as good as she'd been.

The buzz she'd felt, an almost sexual high that felt delicious didn't ebb until long after the music had ended. Abruptly her nerves were back, as DJ Jones called the finalists up by name. She shivered, a mix of excitement & horror when his deep, melodious Jamaican tinged voice called, "Mrs. Sharon Sobel!" Likely most of the already noisy crowd missed what he'd said, but she knew from the abrupt whistles some had heard. Her pierced nipple tingled as she heard the response. She stood unsteadily, then accepted one of the bouncer's hands as he easily boosted her to the stage. Sticking to what she'd learned over the last week, Sharon bit her lower lip & smiled saucily at the cheering crowd. She shimmied her shoulders, setting her breasts moving beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. She'd meant to put on a show anytime she was on stage, but God, it really was exciting.

DJ Jones called the 3rd place winner, the red head who'd danced 2nd, Sharon couldn't remember her name. Second place was the brunette who'd followed her, 'Fallon' Smith. & then he called her name, saying again, "Mrs. Sharon Sobel." The crowd cheered, & she smiled & bowed & shimmied. Suddenly Go was there, wrapping her up in a beefy arm, pulling her close. Sharon was nearly trembling she was so overwhelmed by everything that was happening. Handing her the oversized winner's check, he waved the audience quiet, had them applaud again for all of the night's contestants, then when it quieted again, he shook his head,

"How about this hot little number?" he asked, & everyone cheered again. Sharon blushed, aware that several men had thrown more dollars onto the stage. "Now, you know we don't usually do this," Go went on, "I mean, dancing tonight is one thing, but bringing you guys back to see a girl again & again, that's not what you usually find on amateur night..." he shook his head, "But tonight..." the room had been unnaturally quiet, "Damn, I think she's earned a job, don't you?" Everyone cheered, & Go nodded, beaming at his customers, "Now let's get back to the festivities... As always, the winner will give us an encore, & then you can come back to see her," he looked at her, "This weekend?" Sharon nodded & the cheering was repeated. Go nodded, stepping away, & DJ Jones moved back up to his booth.

The throbbing beat of his selection picked up & that quickly, Sharon had found herself standing on stage alone, wearing just her BZ T & the thong. She hadn't expected to dance again, but began to move, slowly at first, hips swaying as she moved along the stage. She teasingly lifted the hem of the short halter top, quickly enough baring the bottoms of her breasts, but keeping everything else hidden. As before the beat, the shouts & stares of the men surrounding her, the movement of her body seemed to take over, & quickly enough, Sharon was barely aware, her body gyrating & spinning, bending to slap the stage with her hair, then flexing her knees, pumping her ass at the men behind her. She was up again, spinning around the pole, feet against it, arm out straight, hair flying. She pulled the pole close like a lovers, wrapping a long leg around it, humping her pelvis against the firm metal, aware it was Go in her mind, thrusting into her, giving her what she needed.

She let her head fall back, hand rising between her torso & the brass, catching the bottom of her shirt & nearly ripping it off. She spun out again, offering the crowd a clear look at her bare, still proud breasts. She stalked the edge of the stage again, pausing to let men tuck bills into her thong, turning her knee out when tremulous hands moved over her thigh, welcoming the touch. She bent at the waist, shimmying her ass for the men on the other side as she planted a kiss on the man's forehead, winking at him when he looked up at her. She moved on to the next man, thrilled at the power she felt over the man sitting below her at the edge of the stage. Too soon it was over. She finished near the back of the stage, having done a final turn on the rear pole before turning to put her back to it, bending at the waist & openly shifting the thong aside to press her naked ass against the smooth metal. The guys were still going wild as 3 or 4 of the strippers came out, applauding her performance.

Sharon started for the stairs again, carefully moving her thong back into place & looking for the shirt she'd discarded. Phoebe, one of the Latin dancers, & the next to perform, caught Sharon's, arm instead. Sharon found herself chest to chest with the smaller, younger woman. She felt Phoebe's leg rise, calf pressing against the back of her knee, & then she was kissing the dark haired woman at the edge of the stage. The still cheering crowd went wild. Phoebe smiled as the next number started. She winked at the shocked, still aroused white housewife.

"Thanks," she murmured, "It'll mean great tips," & then she was sauntering down the stage while one of the other women pulled Sharon back behind the curtain. A glass was thrust into her hand & she toasted with the other women, thanking Tawny & Adele & the others who'd helped her, & reminding them everyone was going to share in her prize money.

She kept expecting Go or Dave or one of the other ZB Brothers to come back to get her, but the women swirling around, preparing to dance, or preparing to 'entertain' on the main floor were the only other people in the room. She leaned back, enjoying the drink, & the way her body was buzzing after her debut. She considered playing with herself, but demurred, seeing none of the others behaving that way. She wondered idly if something was wrong with her, then shrugged, confident they'd felt the same way the 1st time... they were just used to it. Phoebe came back in, thanking Sharon again for 'helping' her out, assuring her she'd almost doubled her tips. Before Sharon could talk to the younger woman any more, another of the girls poked her head around the curtain & called her name. Sharon got up, pulling her shirt back on & accepting the miniskirt she'd worn that night from someone, stepping into it as she approached the girl, still in the 4" heels she'd brought from home for the night, she nodded seeing Dave at the bottom of the stairs.

"We'll see you tomorrow night," Tawny called, as Sharon looked back into the changing room, "Be here before 5!" Sharon nodded & smiled, excited at the prospect of starting work at Snake Eyes.

The trip back to her apartment was no disappointment to the aroused white wife. Someone already had a joint burning when she slipped into the back, & she toked with the others, alternating with smoking their ready erections, & giggling as they managed to get her positioned to take one cock in her pussy while she sucked on another during the last couple minutes Dave maneuvered her Range Rover back to her house. Giggling drunkenly, she spilled out of the back of her truck, not caring she was mostly naked, & urged her Brothers inside, where a full on 5 on 1 orgy kept her up until nearly dawn. It wasn't Go's wonderful cock, but she came too often to think anything except it'd been a perfect night...

***

Sharon stretched languidly, feeling no concern when she looked over at the clock the next day to find it was already after 3. She got up, unsurprised to find she was alone again, & that the last of her beer & champagne were gone. The bed was a mess, so she stripped it & started the laundry, stopping it when the washer was full & letting it soak while she showered. She restarted the washer, grabbed a granola bar & a glass of orange juice, & put on some school sweats before collecting her heels & heading to the Range Rover. She'd considered taking her 'Demon Bitch' costume, but decided it could wait until she was more comfortable with her new job.

The butterflies were definitely there as she drove to Snake Eyes, but so was a building excitement. She hoped Go would call her up to his office during the night. It'd been too long since he'd gotten her off, she thought & giggled.

The bouncer nodded & swatted her ass as he let her through the man trap. She'd wondered why they didn't sent the dancers through the hidden door, then guessed Go didn't want his customers to know about it. Tawny & Adele weren't there, yet... they wouldn't start until there were more assess in the seats, as Go had explained. Her 1st set, Sharon found only a few men at the edge of the stage, watching as if they'd seen her dance every day & she was old news. By the end of her 3rd number she'd only tucked a handful of bills into her thong. The apathy from the still sparse room threatened to erode her smile & energy, but she kept it up, determined not to be beaten. After all, a couple of the guys really seemed interested. One had tucked a $5 into her thong, winking & telling her he was 'saving more for the floor.'

She refrained from lifting her thong, though, & didn't hump the pole as she'd done the night before... She'd decided the crowd had to earn the 'total reveal.' Finished, she sat down at the vanity that had her name taped to it, & smiled, finding a mug with the Snake Eyes emblem & the drink Go gave her. She guessed he'd been in to watch & was confident it meant she'd see him later. Though she didn't want to admit it, the idea of working the floor still made her nervous. When the next performer finished her songs & had gotten put together again, she realized some of the others were starting to eye her. She could guess why, & didn't want to be considered a diva. The room spun a little as she got up. She giggled, checked that she was fully dressed, a thought that made her giggle again, & followed the other woman through the side door that led onto the floor on the other side of DJ Jones' booth, at the bar. She dutifully picked up a tray, pad, & pen, trying not to follow Cheri... that was the petite blonde's name, too closely.

She moved through the club, trying to remember what Go & the girls had told her. No one had a specific table, until someone indicated interest in a particular girl or girls. When Cheri turned left, she went right, remembering every patron was supposed to be approached about a 'drink or a dance' every 5 minutes if they weren't at the rail. The guys putting dollars in the dancers' thongs were supposed to be approached no less than every 10 minutes.

Struggling not to look nervous or uncertain, Sharon moved from table to table. At 1st she was only asking, 'Drinks?' & had no takers. House rules were a patron was to have a drink in front of him, & she finally spotted a guy who'd just finished his drink. She smiled as she stepped up to him.

"What can I get for you, sir?" the man leered at her.

"Why a lap dance, darlin'," he drawled, pushing back from the table & turning his chair. Sharon felt her cheeks flush, & was sure she'd somehow been tricked.

"Sure," she stammered, "But you need a drink, too..." The man looked at his empty glass.

"I'll order after you're done," he said agreeably. Nodding, Sharon set the tray & pad on the table.

"Sure," she started, "I could get you that drink while we wait for the next song," she started, but just then the song ended. The man smirked. Hoping her smiled looked natural, Sharon began to sway as the next piece began. She stepped close, then spread her feet to move up a leg to either side of her customer's. His eyes moved from her face to her chest, down her body, back up. As her thighs pressed against his, Sharon found her balance improved & she could twitch her hips, a move that he obviously liked. She cautioned herself not to do just that, & mirrored the move with her shoulders, making her breasts dance in the thin 'genie' top she'd chosen.

Just as she began to relax, telling herself it wasn't so bad, one of the man's hands rose up, catching her ass cheek. She forced the smile as she shook her head at him,

"No touching, sweetie," she warned, "I can touch you... You just watch & enjoy." The hand groped her for another moment, slipping slightly closer to the cleft between her cheeks, before he abruptly let go. Sharon was surprised until she saw Geoff, one of the bouncers, glaring at the man from a few feet away.

"You all right Sharon?" he asked. She raised an eyebrow at the man who was still leering up at her, then nodded.

"Thanks, Geoff," she gave the big man an honest smile, "I think he remembers the rules now." & as if to reward him for his 'good behavior,' she settled lower, moving closer to the man's crotch, until her own was pressed against the front of his pants. She bit back a gasp at the tremble that caused... She hadn't expected to enjoy giving lap dances. Even as she wondered at that, she was pressing her nearly bare tits against the older man's chest, grinding her crotch against him, then rocking suggestively. The man's leer faded, an expression of amazement replacing it, & as she let her head back, groaning softly, she felt him shift beneath her... he'd been hard, she wondered what was happening. The man gasped, & a moment later, as she rolled back, looking down at the man's lap, she saw the wet spot beginning to show... he'd cum. She felt a delicious sense of power at that... who knew she could get a man off without showing anything... without really touching him?

The song ended shortly thereafter, but she'd wisely backed off, not wanting to over stimulate the man. She also didn't stop, moving as if nothing had happened, which he obviously appreciated.

"Amazing," he managed when the song ended & she stepped back, "& thank you... Thank you for everything..." He fished out his wallet, handing her a bill she'd thought would be the requisite $20. To her surprise, it was a crisp $50. She smiled at him,

"Thank you so much!" & leaned over, hugging him warmly. The man was obviously surprised, & she found herself wondering if she'd missed something. "What a wonderful gift for my 1st lap dance!" she whispered, kissing the man on his cheek before retrieving her tray. "Now what can I get you to drink?" The man paused, then snorted.

"I don't remember the last time I was a girl's first," he chortled, "Get me a glass of that 10 year Taylro Fladgate port Go is so proud of." Sharon made a noted & started to back away, but the man caught her by the wrist, "You know what? Make it the 20 year... & a glass for you, too. We have to celebrate this," he glanced down at his crotch, "Appropriately." Blushing, Sharon nodded, returning to the bar, with only passing smiles at the various compliments thrown her way by the building crowd. She wondered if any of the other customers had seen her performance & were now interested in a lap dance. She giggled at the sudden image of her working only the tables, offering an endless series of lap dances to get off Go's patrons. He hadn't warned her not to let that happen, she reminded herself, & he'd certainly remember it.

The bartender, a terse, older man named Spears cocked an eyebrow at the order, clearly dubious. She handed him the man's credit card, "He told me to tell you he's serious, he's celebrating, so he doesn't mind paying for Go's next bottle with these 2 glasses." Already she was wondering if she should ask him to water it down-- 'make it thin' was the way the girls had told her to order hers. The trick was to have enough booze it looked right, but not so much she'd wind up totally blitzed.

She remembered Chris getting a bottle of port from a neighbor some Christmas past. It'd supposedly been wonderful for dessert but she'd agreed with her husband after one taste, it was too sweet and had a lingering unpleasant aftertaste... she hadn't had another glass, preferring her sweet white wines when sweet was the flavor of the moment. Before she could ask, though, Spears was setting 2 small stemmed glasses, along with the charge slip, on her tray. Smiling her thanks, Sharon returned to the table where Mr. Lewis was watching the woman moving on stage.

"Here you go, Mr. Lewis," she said, having gotten his name from the credit card. He smiled at her, scribbled something on the slip & then tucked it into the restaurant style book before lifting his glass, awaiting her joining him.

"To 1st's," he said, & she was pleased that he was no longer leering at her.

"& in expectation of their frequent repetition," she said without thinking. He nodded, seemingly pleased, & they touched glasses before she took a healthy sip. He sat back, sighing,

"I have to admit, the old bastard is right... That is good port." Sharon nodded, more than a little surprised to agree with him. They sat like that, sipping the drink & watching the rest of the current performer's routine, when Sharon realized a couple of the other circulating girls were starting to look at her pointedly. She turned to her companion.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lewis," she said quietly, "You've been wonderful, & thank you so much for the drink, but if I don't get back to work, I may get into trouble." Instead of pointing out the obvious, he just reached across, patting her hand as he nodded. Sharon started to stand, but he held her hand a moment.

"Will you please an old man & finish your drink with me?" Sharon nodded, & downed the last ½ of hers, smiling at the warmth that followed. She leaned over, kissing the older man on the cheek, then returned to the bar. Spears took the slip, but called her back before she got 3 steps away.

"You give him a lap dance?" he asked, staring at her as if she'd done something impossible. She nodded. "Did he pay you for the dance separately?" She nodded again, puzzled. Spears switched the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other, "Damn, little lady, I'll have to get me one of those," Sharon just shrugged & started to head back into the tables when Spears rolled his eyes, "You earned a $100 tip from the guy no dancer's ever gotten an extra cent from," he finally explained.

Sharon wandered the floor in shock for several moments after that. She blushed every time she looked toward Mr. Lewis, the man seemed always to be watching her. She filled drink orders, asking without thinking if the patrons wanted a drink or a dance, but most of the men had arrived after she'd danced, & so were more interested in another of the girls they'd seen on stage. That was all right, she realized; her next turn with the pole was coming.

Sure enough, after her next set, there was no shortage of guys almost begging for a lap dance. She had enough interested patrons she could demand they get drinks before and after, & most ponied up for her, too. Having gone without ordering 'thin' the 1st time, she'd established a pattern, & frankly didn't think about it until Spears warned her she was weaving she was so buzzed. She giggled, but agreed, telling him to make anything else thin. Being more than buzzed didn't hurt with the lap dances, either... She didn't protest about the occasional brief grope as she was shimmying & gyrating on a happy customer. There was no thought that what she was doing, simulating sex in public with a series of strangers was wrong, just an awareness she felt great, & the men were falling over each other to do what she wanted. God, she felt powerful.