Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 12

Her third set flew by, & the crowd was howling & throwing money by the time it ended... She'd gotten into it totally, humping the front pole & repeatedly flashing the big crowd what lay beneath her thong, a thoroughly wet & aroused sex by then. T&A were next on the dance card, & as she finished collecting the bills that had been left on the stage, the next women sauntered out as if they owned the stage, & to the delight of the crowd both women went to work on Sharon's bare tits pinching, then sucking at her nipples until her head dropped back & she moaned aloud. That seemed to be the signal the women had been waiting for; Tawny dropped to her knees, burying her face in Sharon's crotch after openly pulling the front of her thong aside. At the same time, Adele stood, bringing Sharon's open, moaning mouth to her own, kissing her passionately. The men went wild until DJ Jones started the women's 1st number, & Sharon was finally able to stagger backstage.

She'd hoped to find Go there, but instead, her mug had been refilled. She giggled, aware she was still drunk from her last turn working the floor, but if Go wanted her to have it... She changed as she worked on the new drink, smiling at how hot she still was after the little stunt Tawny & Adele had done... She found herself wondering how it would be actually having sex with the other women. She stood at the break between the 1st and 2nd numbers, watching T&A perform from the side of the stage, amazed at how aroused watching the other women was making her... Sure, she'd fooled around with her Sisters, but it wasn't like having a big cock... She shivered, pressing a hand against her crotch as desire threatened to overwhelm reason. She giggled, imagining throwing herself out onto the stage with the other women, a 3-way lesbo orgy on display for the crowd. Stepping back, just to make sure she didn't actually do it, Sharon leaned against the wall, dimly aware she was too drunk to work the floor again. She relaxed when someone took her hand,

"Wow, girl, you look hot to trot." Sharon giggled.

"Oh yeah... Do you think Mr. Lewis need another lap dance? I could cum too..." The room was spinning & it was hard to focus, but she thought it was Cheri leading her somewhere. "Is it always like this, Cheri?" she slurred. The girl laughed, softly.

"That's Cherry, sugar, as in virginal. & I guess I hope it's always heaven for you, but some days it's a slog just to get through one set." Sharon shook her head... that couldn't be true. "Don't worry, though," Cheri... no Cherry went on, "When you're feeling too tired to do it you find me... I'll help you out, sugar." Sharon murmured her thanks, but never considered what the younger woman might mean. They'd passed out of the dressing room, & down another hall. Sharon smiled, assuming Cherry was taking her someplace to recover.

"I'm sorry I drank too much," she giggled, "But they were all so nice, & I forgot to have Spears thin it, you know?" She shivered, "& it's so much fun making them pant... knowing they want you... That's such power... Mmm, I'm horny," she slurred, "Is Go here tonight?"

"Go's always here, honey," Cherry answered, "No wonder he's so high on you... You're gonna be a gold mine... make it easier for all of us, aren't you." Sharon just smiled & nodded, pleased to be helping. She knew they'd gone through some halls. She paused as Cherry opened another door, & then they were in a room lit in deep blue. Sharon remembered something about the light, but she couldn't put her finger on it. "Now stand here," Cherry said, & Sharon did as she'd been told. She hummed, then giggled, almost admitting to the other stripper she was so hot she wanted to masturbate. The other woman was deftly bringing things up, carefully putting them on Sharon's elbows & upper arms. More went above her knees & to her ankles.

"I won't try to escape," Sharon giggled, lolling drunkenly, "I like it here... I feel so sexy." Cherry stared at the woman in honest amazement. Her eyes kept falling to the ring on Sharon's left hand.

"You really married, sugar?" she asked. Sharon's head managed a slow nod that nearly brought her over backwards. Cherry couldn't believe it. "He know what you do?" Sharon giggled.

"I'm a student." Cherry had no idea what that meant, but she knew not to push it; she'd just seen someone step into the room. She checked once more, then waved, & whoever was manning the wall settings threw a switch. Sharon gasped, then giggled as the various cuffs that Cherry had applied lifted her, off of the floor. Cherry applied the last sling around the pretty white wife's waist, leaving her fully supported, suspended, horizontal, head lolling back dangerously.

"Wheee!" Sharon giggled, "I'm flying. Wish I could get off, though..." Cherry had never seen anyone so horny... She'd seen women drunk off their ass, but this was unreal. She patted Sharon's bare stomach, then deftly removed the older woman's Velcro'd clothing. Sharon giggled, trying to move, then complaining, "Can't touch myself." Not wanting to have a problem, Cherry reached between Sharon's legs. She tickled her fingers through the thin bands of pubic hair, then circled Sharon's obviously aroused clit. The woman shivered & thrust her pelvis at the air. Cherry stepped back, realizing the 1st customer was there. Nodding at Go & the man at his elbow, the young stripper hurried back to begin working the floor, trying to not think about what was happening in the champagne room.

"Sharon?" Go's voice penetrated the lust almost overwhelming the helpless white wife. She lifted her head, looking vacantly around the strangely lit room.

"Go?" she slurred, "God, I'm so glad you're here... I'm so horny, baby... Please fuck me... Make me cum." She shivered at the chuckle she'd come to know over the last week.

"So you want a cock? Little Mrs. Sobel needs a black cock?" She moaned & nodded,

"Yes, daddy... Please give me your cock." He stepped forward, patting her shoulder, smiling as she whined, humping at thin air once again.

"You sure doin' good for a beginner," he murmured, "You sure you haven't done this before?" She shook her head, "Damn, then, you're a natural. Good thing ol' Dave & Shaun found you ain't it?" She nodded, trying to focus enough to see him.

"Give it to me," she slurred, "Fuck me, please!"

"You need to fuck?" She nodded.

"Need to fuck," she repeated, wantonly thrusting her bare pelvis at the air, setting the swing moving slightly. He reached down, tweaking her unpierced, obviously aroused nipple.

"You remember the champagne room?" She nodded, remembering a vague image of people having sex... remembered feeling Go thrusting into her as she watched. Mmmm... "We usually save this for after the new girls are... used to it," Go chuckled, lightly spanking her bare, swaying ass, "But you've done so well tonight... Well, we can't put a hot pussy to waste, can we?" Sharon shook her head, aware of little more than a desperate need to cum. "Well, it's only fitting your 1st is memorable," Go chuckled, "Seeing's how you're the 1st girl in 2 decades got my old man not only hard, but off..."

At that, Mr. Lewis, having watched the proceedings silently, moved up between Sharon's splayed thighs. His resurgent cock-- a gift of the little blue pill for this 2nd celebration-- drove into Sharon's drug fueled dripping sex easily. Her back arched & she screamed in pleasure, already trying to thrust herself against him. Part of her knew it wasn't Go, but that didn't matter... She had to cum, & he'd get her off... Go was there... Thought fragmented & she cried out again as she climaxed on the older man's pumping cock. Having moved around, Go didn't hesitate, unzipping & feeding the panting, hopelessly aroused white woman his swelling cock. She never hesitated, literally gobbling at him, slurping him into her throat & making no effort to get away from him, even when he held himself there for long seconds, blocking her air. If anything it seemed to fuel her climax, hips pumping spastically at his father's erection. He backed off when he realized he was already getting close to cumming... she really was a talented little cocksucker.

Geoff was there... the 1st night was always reserved for the help to enjoy the new girls... Go had learned long ago that sharing the benefits kept his staff dedicated & happy. & few of the men out front would be able to fuck like those he'd assembled to put on such a wonderful display night out & night in. Many were fellow ZB Brothers. They weren't all hung like he & Dave & Shaun, but there were enough big cocks in his employ to keep even Sharon satisfied, & she'd find more of his regular clientele were better hung than the boys at the university who'd been enjoying her. He smiled, watching her cum again on his dad's thrusting cock as she gobbled at Geoff's shaft, admitting it wasn't just the money she'd make & the pleasure she'd bring his staff... the little cunt was a great fuck... he'd have to start making her his own each night before she danced...

Checking that they were positioned so the hidden cameras he had spread throughout his business would catch every moment, Go patted his father on the back, then headed for the door to relieve Spears... The man had been the 1st to let him know hid father had found his muse... he deserved a go with the hot new headliner.

Sometime later, Sharon managed to look around & wonder just where she was. The room was lit in blue, & she wondered why it was familiar & whether the walls were really blue or white... She giggled at the stupid thought, only then realizing her body was moving... She looked around again, seeing the blue lit straps leading to the ceiling. She blinked, trying to remember where she'd seen something like that. To one side she saw a similar contraption tied up against the ceiling, & then she flashed on a memory of Adele, fucking the stranger on the swing in the champagne room.

Her head snapped up & she managed a gasp, already aware it's where she found herself... Someone was leaning over her, & she moaned, aware of pleasure as he went on thrusting into her. She tried to get a better look at him, face shadowed by his position. She was too embarrassed to consider asking him. She struggled to remember... Had he asked her to join him in the champagne room? Had she agreed? She shivered, having meant to strip & do lap dances, but nothing more... This was so wrong, it was little different from the string of men she'd been servicing at her apartment...

She shuddered, feeling a climax ripple through her body, & realized it was maybe a little different... God, it felt good... For a minute or 2, her focus returned to what was happening to her body... She quickly came again, then felt the man stiffen. He groaned & her breath caught as she was sure she felt his release inside of her... No condom? He went on thrusting at her a moment longer, then sagged back. It was Raoul, another of the bouncers, a big Italian guy she wasn't sure even spoke English. He smiled down at her, as he pulled out.

"You like?" She managed a weak nod... she had cum, after all. His smile broadened, "I, too, grazie." & then he was zipping up & moving on. She looked around more carefully... Several of the other girls were in various stages of passion with customers. She shivered wondering if soon someone else would begin to use her, & whether she wanted it to happen. She wasn't sore, but felt strangely filled. She tried to reach down to her sex, but found her arms were still tied in place by the cuffs & her hanging weight. The sounds of other men & women lost in pleasure began to reach her, & she sighed, dimly aware of the keen need she'd felt, & so confident she'd been well pleased... but unsure of by whom. Go? She doubted it... The man might share her with Raoul, but he wouldn't use her after other had, or at least that's what she chose to believe. She wondered at the time... It'd been after 9 when she'd done her last set... She'd been supposed to be home by midnight.

Something hit her bare foot, spinning her half way around. A shadow moved with her, staying at her foot. She blinked, trying to see the face. She looked around, seeing other performers on the settees around the room, women she hadn't been able to see before. Cherry saw her watching & smiled as she slowly took a man's cock into her throat, cheeks hollowing wantonly. Something slapped against her bare sex. She gasped, as the cock backed off, slipping down over her labia before thrusting easily into her.

"Ahhh," she managed, feeling herself filled still more, & aware her body was responding.

"Hmmm," the voice said, low & close, "I can see why the old man could get off... You like to fuck, don't you, little slut?" She managed a nod... no use arguing that with a man already fucking her. "I've already had you 3 times," he went on, "Think I'll have to make it a regular thing... Maybe you can blow me under the bar... I could even do you Doggie at the end by the register..." She shivered, realizing it was Spears. He'd had her 3 times? Who else had used her? Everyone in the place? She shivered, & not only in humiliation & some lingering horror at that thought... God, could she really be aroused by that? Her body jumped at his next in thrust, & she blushed, glad for the dim light at the obvious truth.

"Oh yeah," he'd obviously felt her tense, "Four hours taking cock & you're still good to go? You're a queen slut," he picked up the pace, "Too bad we can't keep you overnight... Boss says I got to cut you down when I'm through." Sharon was shocked at the part of her that didn't want him to do it. But it was Saturday now... sometime in the early morning hours... What if Chris had called? Even the thought of her husband wasn't enough to keep her from getting off as Spears went on fucking her, though. Finally he finished, gruntingly loudly as he spent himself inside of her. He disappeared momentarily, & Sharon found herself worried he'd only been teasing about cutting her down.

Abruptly the harness holding her suspended began to drop, & she was steadily lowered to the floor. Nothing hurt, but she reached a newly free hand down to cup her sex as her ass hit the cool tile floor & a flood of jism began to leak out. Horrified, Sharon struggled to keep it inside of her, even as she tried to remember if there was a shower in the prep room so she could clean up. The clothes she'd brought were dropped on her lap before Spears set about unbuckling the cuffs that'd supported her during her marathon session. He laughed, seeing her obvious dilemma. Pointing at the clothes, he murmured, '

"Don't worry, slut, Go is looking out for you..." Then he was gone. Sharon suppressed a groan & determinedly kept from looking around as she used one hand to tease the underwear from the tangle of her clothes. She worried at the stain she'd leave on the Range Rover's seat, then belatedly realized the panties weren't the thong she'd worn... It was latex or rubber briefs. Grateful but embarrassed, she lifted her pelvis before removing her hand & struggling into the tight fitting panties. Even so, a generous amount of strangers' jism was smeared on her inner thighs by the time she could stand up.

She was a little surprised to find her purse & a bag with 3 of the mugs like she'd been drinking out of were at her side... She guessed she wasn't supposed to go back into the changing room... It would be the late shift, working, anyway, she reasoned. She was also aware that she was very tired... Her body felt as if she'd done an extremely hard day at work. She looked for the exit unsuccessfully until another of the dancers came in, leading not one but 2 eager young men. Both eyed Sharon openly & she smiled reflexively, wondering how many men had been inside of her that night. At the entrance, Geoff, the other bouncer she knew by name nodded. She resisted the urge to ask if he'd fucked her... she doubted he'd like thinking if he had that she didn't remember it. She smiled at him & started for the door but he held up a finger, then rapped on the glass where the weasely guy who handled collecting money & checking ID's worked. From the man's open leer, she was more than sure he'd fucked her, & blushed accordingly-- he wasn't the sort of man she'd ever want to have inside of her.

The struggling white wife paused at that... Chris was the only man she was supposed to want inside of her, she scolded herself. Before she could ask Geoff what he wanted, the man behind the Lexan screen... she couldn't remember his name... pushed a legal sheet through the slot for her.

"Your schedule," he said, his voice as nasal as would've expected based on his pinched expression. "We'll see you back here tomorrow night." Sharon nodded & didn't argue, clutching her schedule in one hand as she hurried for the Range Rover. She drove home, oblivious to the new 'Follow me to Snake Eyes' bumper sticker, opposite the BZ Bitch sticker that'd been recently applied to the other side. With each mile, the night's exertions caught up to her. She parked as if she was still drunk, staggering into her apartment. Plucking at the tight rubber panties that had stopped most of the leakage in the car, she pouted at having to clean up. She took a step toward the bathroom before flopping heavily on to the bed... In just a minute, she told herself... she'd get up & shower & douche... The thoroughly used white housewife fell asleep a moment later, the panty dam locking her co-workers jism in place...

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