Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 13

"C'mon, gents, they'll still be here for your pleasure. But when they're back and on stage together it'll blow your mind. I'm sure you're anxious to get back to the night's entertainment," he began the wrap up, "But I wanted you to know so you can more appropriately show your appreciation to these lovely girls tonight, since it may be awhile before their schedules are free." Sharon was looking forward to the promised break and did not consider what Go was telling the night's crowd. "And of course, as usual, we'll be having a contest to see what their name should be. Start thinking, we'll accept submissions at the box office, the sound booth, and the bar. Think about it, guys. The usual rules apply: no more than three submissions a person. We'll tell you who won and what our girls are going to be called as an early Christmas gift when they're back the weekend after Thanksgiving." His hands slipped down and he swatted both women on the ass, to the crowd's amusement, before all three went through the heavy curtain, Phoebe strutting past them, as if determined to make the crowd forget about Sharon and Kelly.

When she had had time to rest, Sharon would admit she should have expected the reaction Go's announcement triggered. She smiled at Kelly, who seemed nearly asleep on her feet, as the women took seats before the vanities where they prepared for any performance or a round on the floor. Sharon pointed to the clock,

"At least it's just an hour to last call." Kelly looked at Sharon in obvious puzzlement, shaking her head almost sadly. Sharon never got to ask what the younger woman meant; neither she nor Kelly even made it to the floor before they were in demand. Geoff stepped through the door from the hall, motioning for both women to join him. Sharon tucked herself into a bra and matching G string, touched up her make up, and followed the smaller, younger woman straight across the back of the main room to the Champagne room. There was a line of men, all of whom brightened, some clapping upon the women's entry.

While there were always three or four dancers in the plush chairs at the front of the room, posing and batting artificial lashes in an attempt to get some action, the men almost universally were intent on taking a turn with the soon to be limited performers.

Sharon barely had time to down flutes of the champagne between 'entertaining.' It was weak comfort that Kelly was kept as busy. The women were not even given time to escort their suitors back; other dancers did that, one bringing the new meat up for his turn while another fawned over the sated customer.

Sharon managed to keep smiling, making the right noises, urging the men on, including a repeat visit from her 'regular' and his buddy, who insisted on 'sharing her.' She soon regretted her performance in getting them off, as the next 6 guys elected to 'pair up' and use her similarly. She never heard 'Last Call' announced, and was too busy trying to convince each successive man she was hot to trot and desperate for his cock to realize that she and Kelly were still putting out two hours after Last Call had been announced.... More than an hour after the other women had run out of interested suitors. The clean up crew had reported as usual, to be treated to a more arousing show than was usually the case, and earning the women each a final pair of 'admirers' to be serviced before they were left barely conscious on the plush memory foam beanbags that dotted the room.

Only when the young Hispanic who had been panting while fucking into her almost an hour before politely cleared his throat did Sharon struggled upright. She went over to collect her as exhausted BZ Sister, the pair staggering back to the dressing room. Go happened in as they cleaned up.

"God, you should have charged them double," Sharon pouted, wondering if she would ever be the same again. The big club owner snorted.

"Darlin', I DID charge them double. But they know you won't be nearly as available as my top act, so they wanted a last hurrah tonight. You did good. Nap here if you need to, but get home safe. Enjoy the rest of your weekend. T&A will be back this Wednesday, so I'll expect to see both of you hear before the lunch rush to practice with them." Like Kelly, Sharon managed a nod, her head still reeling at the idea the endless line of horny men had paid double whatever Go was usually charging to fuck her. How man? She shivered, certain she did not want to know.

On the way home, Kelly was too tired to carry a conversation about what lay in store for them. Sharon listened to her voicemails. Chris had called wondering what day before Thanksgiving she would be home, since it was almost time for the pre break tests. Dave had called reminding her that she did not need to worry about how she did on the tests , BUT warning that she did have to show up for the exams. Groaning, Sharon looked at the blurred numbers on the dashboard clock: 5:42. In less than three hours she had to be at her first final. She nearly panicked, unable to remember for a moment which class was first. Even reminding herself the tests did not matter only eased her anxiety a little; she kept expecting a call that she was failing the courses she had barely attended for the semester. College seemed, simply, too easy. She laughed at that, wondering if she had ever been as tired or had worked as hard as she had in the last eight plus hours. Considering the big parties, she guessed she had maybe had more sex, but she'd enjoyed that sex. It had not seemed like work. This, though... She ran a hand through Kelly's hair, relieved that they were going to be able to dance together and escape the exhausting work they had been doing at the club.

There was a brief message from Shaun, asking after her, and pointing out he had not been able to see her for weeks since she was working instead of partying. Sharon felt a pang of loss, even as she was relieved that Shaun had missed her. It never occurred to her he could have visited her anytime at her home or the club. That was probably, though, because he had gone on, assuring her there was a party that would be 'safe' the coming Friday and he was looking forward to seeing her again before she went home for the holiday.

Sharon was too worried she would not wake up to even try to sleep, a concern Kelly's near comatose state supported. The women got to their classes, though; Sharon even took a stab at the tests. Fortunately the tests were all in morning classes, so their sessions with Tawny and Adele caused no problems.

Sharon quickly came to enjoy the time she and Kelly spent with the T&A performers. Adele was characteristically dour, acting as if the other women were somehow out to steal her thunder. But she helped out, offering sharp criticisms, followed by reluctant pointers, and by week's end, grudging praise. Tawny was helpful and supportive if reserved. Kelly and Sharon were both quick to assure the others they were not interested in pushing them out of Snake Eyes; both expected to go home for summer break, when the T&A tour would be finished, so there would be no competition for who was the headliner at Snake Eyes.

Sharon went so far as to remind the more experienced women the last thing she wanted was any attention outside the club; 'making it' on the circuit would destroy her marriage. Not for the first time Tawny asked how it was she was stripping and 'entertaining' at the club if her husband would not approve. Sharon deftly shrugged, assuring the younger but more world-wise woman she was not sure just how it had happened, only that if she tried to stop doing things that put her marriage at risk, her marriage would be destroyed. Adele snorted it sounded like it was bound to happen at some point, a thought that had brought Sharon awake in a cold sweat more than one night, but after months living the string of lies, she just shrugged, insisting that they were taking steps to protect her, and wouldn't have any reason to hurt her marriage, so long as she was giving them what they want. The others could not argue with that, and soon enough the 'how' of Sharon's presence as a feature dancer at Snake Eyes had given way to the 'how' Sharon and Kelly could wow the crowd working together.

The first time their simulated sex turned into a heated sixty-nine, Adele called a halt, asking pointedly if Sharon thought eating Kelly out on stage was going to be 'acceptable.' The new team were puzzled-- they had seen both women screaming and writhing under the skilled touch of the other on stage. Hugging their pupils to dispel the tension Adele had caused, Tawny explained that simulating lesbian sex was the key to success; the women had to be able to keep dancing and moving throughout the show. If either or both really got off, they would quickly not be dancing.

She also mused she had not expected the women to be 'into' each other, especially considering that Sharon was actually married. Smiling, Sharon had admitted she had not expected she would actually enjoy having sex with another woman, before adding that Kelly was better with her mouth than Chris was. It did not occur to her that no long before she had consciously avoided making such comparisons.

Between practice working the pole in tandem and realistically performing cunnilingus on stage, the experienced team described some of the variations they could work on, from 'playing ping pong,' to using the shower, to 'toasting' the groom to be at bachelor parties.

Adele also insisted they get used to 'dealing' with the occasional 'slip of the tongue.' The first time she did it, Sharon was shocked at the unexpected penetration of the angry woman's tongue into her sex. Admittedly, the sexiness of what they were doing and were talking about had all of the women more than a little aroused. Sharon arched her back and gasped, then buried her face in Adele's sex, as she moaned, "Yesss!" The response triggered a similar release in the rigidly controlled bleached blonde, not in small part the idea that a married older woman was willingly eating her out. Instead of calling a stop to it, she lapped at Sharon's flowing sex, the stud in her tongue proving to be a new experience for Sharon, who came strongly and repeatedly, all while trying to return the attention without letting on she was really going at it.

Watching the real and spontaneous heat the others were going at it before Adele came on Sharon's tongue, and only after everyone had orgasmed did Adele call a halt. Panting, voice husky with her own arousal, she pointed out she had been 'testing' Sharon, adding that at least the mother and wife had made an effort to keep at it instead of simply lying spent after her climax. When Kelly pointed out that the 'real thing' had been so erotic she and Tawny had not been able to stop themselves, Adele reluctantly admitted that sometimes really doing it could be a great show.

Tawny warned them, though that it was also strictly illegal; outside of Snake Eyes, it could land them in jail, a place Sharon for obvious reasons would want to avoid. Smiling at Adele, she went on that the down side of cumming once on stage was it was never enough. When Adele nodded at her partner's unspoken request, Tawny caught Sharon's hand, adding that she wanted to see just what it was Sharon had done to get Adele off so strongly. Kelly giggled as she moved to 'practice' with Adele while Sharon and Tawny enjoyed a prolonged sixty nine on the dimly lit stage. Again, the use of a tongue stud was quick to trigger Sharon's release, and she found herself asking about the jewelry.

Panting from her own series of climaxes, Tawny stretched, shaking her long bleach blonde hair out as she assured Sharon she 'did just fine' without it. Adele snorted, telling the other women Tawny was just scared to imagine how good Sharon would be if she had a tongue stud in place. Tawny elbowed her partner.

"So you're saying a tongue stud and you'll leave me for her?" Tawny asked archly. They giggled at Sharon's obvious distress.

"Relax, Shar," Tawny laughed, "Adele knows there are precious few women who can deal with her day in and day out."

"And there aren't many women confident enough to share their lover with all comers, men and women alike," Adele countered.

"Ditto," Tawny sniffed. Before it could escalate, the women kissed, promptly moving into yet another heated exchange, that while similar to what they had been showing Kelly and Sharon, was immediately obviously heartfelt vs. the 'show' they had been championing.

Most of the Friday 'class' was spent in variations of lesbian sex. When she worried that they weren't ready, Tawny laughed, assuring Sharon the new pair was more than ready, as sex and responsive as both were. Sharon did not admit that part of her arousal had been the unrealized hope that Go would be there to enjoy her or she and Kelly both. But the club owner had been plainly absent, each day she and Kelly had been at the club. In fact, while she was still a little tired, four nights without sex had the married white housewife almost constantly aroused, hungry for cock. And the passion she had shared with the other women that afternoon did nothing to ease that need.

If Shaun had not called to remind her to 'be ready' for a great time Saturday, she would have been calling Dave to 'entertain' chip holders or have asked about working a shift at the club. While the Friday 'class' had taken the edge off, she wondered if she would be able to sleep, knowing Shaun would be there to pick her up at seven the next morning.

As such, she begged off the other women's offer to go clubbing that night. Kelly's delight at being included as a 'third wheel' almost made Sharon reconsider, but she was determined to go home to rest. Two of the single servings of Champagne and a healthy bowl of the dwindling weed on her mantle, and Sharon managed to drift off, smiling at dreams of Shaun taking her on the stage at Snake Eyes while Tawny, Adele, and the rest of the girls cheered them on...

Sharon stretched, smiling as she looked up at Shaun. The broad shouldered frat brother was still shaking her shoulder gently. He matched her smile.

"Ready for the day's adventure, my little BZ Bitch?" he said. Sharon nodded, sitting up, hoping he would notice the arousal of her nipples and choose to start the day off right. He tweaked the pierced side, "Get a shower, then come get some breakfast." She nodded, hurrying in the shower, wondering if he might actually be fixing something for her to eat. When she came out, wearing a clean white 'BZ Bitch' tank top and hot pink short shorts, she found Shaun finishing a plate of eggs and toast. He had set a champagne bottle and granola bar at her place. She started to sit to eat, but he scooped them up with one big hand, swatting her ass with the other. "C'mon, girl, we don't want to be late." He laughed at her surprise. Sharon caught the table edge to keep from falling as she reversed direction to stand up again. She slipped a pair of 3" heels on and followed the big ZB Frat member out to his Escalade.

It was just as amusing to Shaun watching Sharon squirm in the passenger seat as they pulled away from her place. When she asked where they were going so early he just laughed, telling her that would ruin the surprise. After pretending to ignore her obvious arousal for a few minutes, he asked if she needed anything. She blushed, biting her lip before shrugging and telling him she had hoped they would have some time to 'do it' before leaving for the day's adventure. He looked at her in feigned ignorance.

"Do it?" she blushed more visibly, nodding.

"I was hoping you would fuck me," she finally admitted. Shaun nodded.

"Oh, you need a cock?" She nodded, pressing a hand between her legs. He chuckled, "Oh, my little Bitch, never fear, you'll get some cock today." Sharon shivered visibly at that. Shaun felt himself getting hard at how completely they had managed to make the white housewife their slut. "But I tell you what," he smiled, "If you need to get an early start..." Before he had finished, Sharon was slipping out of the seatbelt to lean down, slurping him into her mouth. Damn, but she could suck cock. It was not a long trip to their destination, but even so it was a struggle to hold off until they were pulling into the parking lot.

"Here it comes, baby," he warned her, pleased at the way the once shy white housewife gobbled at him more eagerly. "Ahhhh," he erupted, lifting his hips as he got off. Sharon took it all, and went on bobbing her head until he was completely soft... or as soft as he could get with that attention. "We're here, little bitch," he reminded her, watching expectantly as she sat up and looked around while wiping her mouth.

"Is this..."

"The airport. Yep," he zipped up, then climbed out of the big SUV, "C'mon, we don't want to be late for the flight." Sharon scrambled out as Shaun retrieved the duffle that had been stored in the closed bed, slinging it as he headed into the terminal.

"OK, but what... I mean, where..." Sharon had to jog to keep up with Shaun's longer strides. She was more than surprised and impressed when the frat member was able to simply wave at the terminal staff, walking straight through the long single story building and out onto the tarmac. "Uhm, isn't there a metal detector... or security..." Shaun laughed.

"Little Bitch, this is a charter flight. We own this plane, so we can carry whatever we want aboard," he looked back, "You don't know where we're headed?" Nervous, Sharon shook her head. Shaun was pleased she was apparently willing to go wherever he led. Given what Dave wanted to do in the next few months, it would come in handy. "You got a passport?" Sharon looked at him in surprise.

"Uhm, I do, but not with me. I mean, I didn't think..." Shaun laughed.

"I'm just teasing ya, we're staying in the US today." Sharon just nodded as he guided her to the stairway of the big Boeing 737. "Go on up, say hello to your fans." Nervously Sharon climbed the stairs, pleased when Shaun's hand cupped her ass halfway up the mobile stairway. "Hurry up, little Bitch, we don't want to delay the departure." Sharon responded, hurrying the rest of the way, almost leaping into the front of the plane. The flight attendant and the pilot or co-pilot were startled, the former frowning at Sharon and her attire, the latter smiling broadly. Sharon chose to ignore the woman's pinched expression, smiling at the man in the starched uniform, and taking the hand he offered to help her steady herself.

"The party supplies have arrived!" Shaun said, loudly enough for all in the narrow fuselage to hear. Sharon turned her attention away from the pilot to the people already seated in the plane. Three by three seating was separated by a single narrow center aisle. In each row two of the schools football players were stretched out, sharing three seats. Sharon's heart rate picked up seeing all the big strapping players eyeing her, many smiling knowingly. She saw several of the BZ, and smiled, guessing what Shaun had planned. Casting a dismissive glance at the prudish flight attendant, she sauntered down the aisle, swinging her hips as much as space allowed. The first player to risk groping her got a pause and giggle for his effort. After that, at least one hand was on her bottom every step she took until Shaun cleared his throat. Looking back, she saw him gesturing for her to take the empty row just behind the second partition in the big aircraft. Leaning the big duffel against the divider, Shaun sat down beside Sharon, making sure they were both buckled in.

"So I'm the... in flight entertainment?" she asked him quietly. He smiled.

"Well, not exactly, though it's a great idea," he allowed, "We'd have every flight sold out." He patted her bare knee. "No, girl. The team plays this afternoon, so coaches would be pissed if we distracted any of the team from where their focus should be. This is the rivalry game," he went on, "In state, but we're playing it at the big pro stadium just across the state lines... It was just renovated and it means live nationwide coverage and a bigger payday, even though it's a home game we won't play at home." Sharon nodded; she really did not follow football, but had kept track of the school's team, mostly because several of the frat members were on the team. "I bet you'll have lots of people interested in some 'in flight entertainment' on the way back, but we're along as... cheerleaders, I guess you'd say." He pointed at the bag, "There's some things you'll be able to use in there, but we'll save that for later. For now just sit back and enjoy the flight."