Ascending Lauren Ch. 07

Driven by hunger, Lauren began walking towards the store, nearly falling several times as the stilettos made it difficult to maneuver on the uneven asphalt. Half-way there she became uneasy about leaving the well-lit area behind. Now surrounded by closed businesses and parking lots, the only foot traffic was the occasional patron going to or from the bars. Drawing within a block of the food-mart, the hair on the back of her neck raised as a vehicle slow down beside her, still rolling as she walked.

"You working?" a gruff male voice shouted out the passenger window. Lauren ignored it and stared straight ahead, focusing on getting to the store. No way I can run in these heels. Her hand crept into her clutch and wrapped around a small cannister of mace as she navigated the broken sidewalk.

"You sure are pretty," came the voice again. "I'm looking for a date. You interested?"

Lauren stepped onto the food-mart's parking lot as the car pulled to the curb. She breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the store, but not before tires squealed and an endearing "Bitch!" was heard. Composing herself, she selected a bag of miniature pretzels and bottle of water. Taking a seat in a small booth near the cashier, Lauren reflected on what just happened. A hooker. That guy thought I was a hooker! Catching a glimpse of herself in a beer cooler door, she shook her head. Of course, he did! Stumbling all alone in a gritty part of town in a barely-there top, skintight leggings, and stiletto heels. Hell I would have thought I was one!, The vice squad warning from the bartender came rushing back. Oh my God. He did too.

Lauren had been raised to look upon prostitution as a vile profession. But as she mused about the proposition, a dark part of her decided there was something very erotic and naughty about the whole idea of exchanging sex for money. She pictured herself leaning in the window, negotiating a price, then being whisked off to an alley to make good on the deal in a smelly old backseat. Her pussy had been moist most of the night and this thought was not helping.

The sight of an empty taxi slowing to a stop at the intersection broke the daydream. Lauren didn't look forward to fighting the uneven pavement again in her heels. She ran out the door as fast as she could, waiving both hands so the driver would see her. Jumping into the backseat, it occurred to her she really didn't have a destination in mind. After a moment, she turned to the impatient driver looking at her in the rear-view mirror.

"Club X, please."

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Ten minutes later the cab pulled up in front of the popular nightspot. At least three dozen hopefuls were awaiting the privilege to enter, corralled by the iconic purple stanchions. Lauren knew she wouldn't get far unless Max was there. The doorman wasn't of much help, indicating he didn't know where the owner was. A quick call to Max's cell phone went straight to voice mail.

Disappointed, she stood on the sidewalk wondering what to do next. If Corey was there, she'd drag him back to her apartment to make love. But he wasn't, and she was still profoundly horny. Not ready for the night to end, Lauren looked up and down the street for a less crowded place to get a drink. Across Cityscape Park a pink neon feather affixed to the side of an older building unabashedly marked it as the location of Randy Sandy's, one of Miami's premier upscale gentleman's club.

Lauren looked one more time at the phone. Max had not returned her call. Any hopes of getting into X were pretty much gone, unless she wanted to wait on her own for hours. The glowing pink feather seemed to beckon, and she wondered what the inside of a strip club looked like. Maybe it was time to find out.

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As the fired up 48-year-old knockout approached Sandy's, she heard an incoming text message. Thinking it might be Max, she quickly peeked. No, it was Corey.

COREY: Are you alright?

Lauren frowned. Between dancing on the strip and being propositioned, she'd forgotten to check in.

LAUREN: So sorry. Yes, fine. Just out hitting the bars

COREY: Still? It's almost one o'clock

LAUREN: A lot of places are open to five, remember?

COREY: Where are you now?

She looked up at the neon feather now directly above her. Opening the camera app, she took a selfie with the crowd milling about the entrance to the gentleman's club.

LAUREN: Randy Sandy's. You said they make a mean Sex on the Beach. I'll let you know

Corey sat motionless in his living room watching the end-credits of the movie scrolling across the television screen. Oh my god, she's going to a strip joint. He had to stay cool.

COREY: Good, time for you to earn your keep. LOL

LAUREN: You bad. I do need some cash for the Metrorail!

He stared at the messaging app. Dare he ask?

COREY: Have you found what you're looking for tonight? You know, that drink?

No immediate response. Then...

LAUREN: No. Still thirsty. I'll let you know

With that, she threw her phone back into the clutch and stepped into line. It wasn't much shorter than Club X's, but there were no other options other than a fifteen-minute taxi ride to South Beach.

Corey flipped aimlessly through the streaming service from his recliner, trying to decide on what to watch next. Why was she going to Sandy's, of all places? Because he'd recommended it? Curiosity? The thought of her winding her way through throngs of drunk and aroused men in that skimpy outfit caused his cock to twitch again. Of course. When fishing, go where the fish are. He continued to look for something to stream while thinking of the possibilities.

Lauren breathed a sigh of relief as she surveyed the building. It wasn't anything like the strip joints she'd driven by in Des Moines. The outside décor and rainbow of lighting rivaled some of the best clubs, and the clientele waiting to get in didn't just consist of leering creepers in trench coats. To be sure, the majority of those in line were pods of buddies out for a good time, but many couples were there as well. Lauren recalled Corey trying to get her to go to one back home, to which she vehemently refused. And now here she was.

While waiting, several guys near her in line struck up a conversation. The tone was civil and respectful, and none seemed to care why a scantily dressed older woman was waiting to get into such a place. After 20 minutes, a behemoth of a black man in a yellow shirt emblazoned with "Security" walked down the line counting potential patrons. He stopped at the sexy middle-aged woman in the tight clothes.

"No women by themselves allowed," the mountain stated flatly, then noticed her wedding ring. "You with someone?"

Lauren saw him glance down at her hand and blinked as if it was a trick question. One of the guys who had been chatting with her earlier leaned in. "They try and keep out the working girls," he whispered.

"Uh, yeah," she lied, rotating the band. "My husband. He got here earlier."

The security guard's eyes narrowed.

"Okay, then follow me."

The big man sliced through the line and deposited her at the front door. Lauren pulled out a $20 bill to cover the posted entrance fee, but the woman collecting it just waived her through.

Inside, the place was clean and sophisticated; just like any other high-end dance club, except for the layout, which consisted of strategically placed platforms and poles. Remarkably pretty girls strutted up and down runaways in various states of dress. While drinks flowed and patrons happily mingled, there was no mistaking that above all else, sex was the star.

One single high-top table became available near the rear wall of the main room. A waitress promptly swooped in to take Lauren's order: a double bourbon, straight up. A departure from her typical seltzer, she felt something stronger was warranted.

Over the next hour no less than six astonishingly beautiful, brazen and sexy young women entertained the crowd. The dancing, while certainly erotic, was expertly choreographed and executed. These girls knew what they were doing, and Lauren began to see their role in a different light. They weren't just strippers, they were entertainers, as professional in their genre as any other. She ordered another double bourbon and continued to enjoy the show. One of the dancers, thin with fiery red hair, happened to look towards the back wall and the eyes of the two women locked for just a second. Lauren's mind drifted back to the mutual masturbation session with Amy weeks ago. That was the first time she had really been turned on by another woman, and the ecstasy of that moment came rushing back as she watched the girl take off her clothes.

All that flesh elevated her arousal. Around the runways, men - and even a few women - fed copious amounts of cash to the dancers as they strutted by, spending a minute or two with each patron before moving on. Lauren wanted to get closer to the stage as well, to show her appreciation, to reach out and...but each time she got up, nerves slammed her back down. Maybe next song.

The dancers took turns working the crowd, attempting to entice someone into a lap dance, where the real money was. Eventually the redhead who had caught Lauren's glassy stare made her way to the back wall. Lauren stole quick peeks at the girl with long flowing red curls as she talked to captivated men. Her routine on the runway had been one of the best; hot, decadent, and enchanting. Not more than 21, she was simply ravishing in an electric orange thong bikini, black fishnet coverup, and high heels. Floating from table to table, Lauren watched surreptitiously as the stripper introduced herself to other customers.

Autumn, as she called herself, tried to make each patron feel special. That was, after all, her job. Married men, lonely men, and bachelor parties made up the majority of clientele, and this night was no different. Working the rear of the room, she was aware the attractive female patron whom she had spied earlier was nearby, and felt an instant attraction to the dark-haired beauty.

The stripper disappeared into the crowd for a few minutes but reappeared with a middle-aged guy in tow. The VIP rooms were along the rear wall, which meant the redhead had to pass close to Lauren's table. As she did, Autumn stopped and whispered, "I'll be back in three songs. Will you wait for me?"

Lauren's eyes widened as she felt the heat between her legs rise. Entranced, she could only nod. The dancer grinned and disappeared behind a curtain with her customer, under the watchful eye of a burly security guard. The waitress saw the woman at table 14f immediately signal for another double bourbon.

Time seemed to stand still. I should leave. I should just get up and go But she couldn't, her feet were cemented to the floor. Why am I waiting? What does she want? To go in the backroom with her? She's just a kid!

Lauren watched apprehensively as other entertainers went through their onstage performances. Minutes later, out of nowhere, the small girl with red curls reappeared, her freckled face smiling from ear to ear.

"I'm so happy you waited. I'm Autumn!"

"I know who you are," Lauren squeaked, searching for words.

The gorgeous redhead put her hand over the older woman's. "Oh, you've been watching me, um...?"

"Lauren." That's not her real name; should I not have given her mine?

"Well, Lauren, I've been watching too. Glad we have some time together. Cute outfit. You should come back on amateur night. With your looks, you'd do well."

"I...I'm flattered, but I don't think so."

Autumn caught sight of the diamond wedding ring. "Is your husband here?"

Lauren shook her head, trying not to stare at the girl's perfect body.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Lauren?"

"Oh my gosh, are you kidding? You're beautiful!"

"Would you like to get to know me better?"

Lauren looked towards the curtain. "You mean, back there?"

"You've never been to a place like this, have you?"

No answer.

"That's okay, baby, Autumn's got you."

The stripper went on to explain how private dances worked: $30 a song, three song minimum. She could see both lust and reluctance in Lauren's eyes.

"Don't overthink it, okay?" Autumn cooed. "You want it, and so do I." She ran her fingers through the woman's jet-black hair. There was something about this one that was going to be hot. "Shall we?"

Draining her drink, Lauren nodded. The girl led her by the hand past the guard, down a hallway bathed in blue light, and into a dimly lit room. As soon as the door closed behind them, the younger woman pushed her client onto a plush couch. As Lauren handed the girl $90 cash, an old down-beat R&B song began playing.

Autumn dropped to all fours and slowly crawled across the room until kneeling before the sofa. She whipped her long curls around, smiled coyly, then parted Lauren's legs and ran her young hands up the leather leggings, past the knees, landing on the older woman's hips. Lauren moaned as the stripper kissed her thighs, then nosed the wedge of her cameltoe. Autumn muzzled the crotch for a while, deeply inhaling the scent of the mature pussy that lay just beneath.

Lauren's abdomen quivered as the dancer worked her bare midriff. Autumn inched up to the mesh crop top and sighed at the small breasts visible under the see-through bralette. She pushed the top aside and began nosing the rigid half-inch nipples straining against the fabric. Occasionally her tongue would snake out and lick the bra, leaving a wet trail behind. Next came kisses to the neck and ears, one hand gently groping tiny tits, while a knee put pressure between Lauren's legs.

"You're making me soooo hot. Do you feel it too?" Autumn whispered, her genuine arousal evident.

Lauren groaned as the stripper licked her cheek.

"That's what I like to hear. I'm going to make this special for both of us".

The dancer straddled Lauren's leg and pressed her breasts into the face of her wide-eyed customer. The two began grinding their crotches together in time to the slow beat until the end of the first song.

The second was more up-tempo and Autumn went into a short runway routine. Off came the fishnet coverup as she pranced around the room, shaking her ass. Normally this would continue for an entire tune, but this time she ended up back in the arms of the black-haired vixen. What the hell is it about this woman?

On Lauren's lap once more, the redhead leaned into the small b-cup chest and brought the older woman's hands to the triangle of her bikini bottom. Lauren was confused. Can I touch or not? Autumn sensed the hesitation and nodded approval. As if to accentuate the point, the dancer leaned forward. "Untie me," she instructed.

The bright orange swimsuit top fell away from the 20-year-old. Autumn's shoulder blades deliberately rubbed against Lauren's nipples as the redhead ground the Lycra fabric into the leather leggings beneath her. Suddenly, she slid onto the couch and pulled Lauren onto her lap, effectively switching places. Cradling her, the stripper reached around with one hand and began kneading Lauren's now puffy cameltoe through the stretchy material.

"I can feel the heat, baby. You like when Autumn does that to your pussy?"

"Mmphhh," Lauren groaned. She couldn't believe this young girl had her hands there.

"Have you ever been with a girl?"

"No."

"Yet you came here tonight to see young girls dance. To watch them take their clothes off." Autumn's hands crawled under the top of the leggings. "Does that get you off?"

"I don't know," Lauren mewed.

Autumn's fingers crept beneath the tight pants to the sopping wet pussy. She was surprised to find it smooth and buttery. "I'm glad you came tonight. Older women get me hot. Do young girls like me excite you?"

Lauren quickly shook her head.

"I don't believe you. Know why?"

Another shake of the head. The dancer plunged two fingers into the moist hairless hole. Lauren moaned loudly and bucked her hips.

"That's why," Autumn whispered. Hooking her fingers and manipulating them as deep as she could, she brought her other hand up to Lauren's chest and began thumbing her breasts.

"Are you a mommy?"

"Yes."

"How does it feel getting fingerbanged by someone young enough to be your daughter?" Autumn asked, pinching a nipple.

Lauren yelped and leaned hard into the dancer. "Oh, shit!" She closed her eyes in ecstasy.

"You're a nasty one, aren't you?" Autumn shouted.

"Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes. Don't stop!"

The third song began. There wasn't much time left. The stripper increased her assault on the woman's clitoris beneath the leggings; then two fingers, then three, inside the wet canal, speed increasing.

"Awe, awe, awe, shit, like that, like that!" Lauren cried. "Uh, uh, uh, uh..."

Another nipple pinch.

"Ahhhheeeeeeeeeee, FUCK!"

"That's a good girl, let my young fingers fuck your twat."

"Ah-eeeeeeeeeee! Yes, yes, yes!"

Autumn worked her fingers deep.

"So nice and wet. What would hubby think of you in a backroom with a stripper's hand up your cunt?"

Lauren howled, her release slowly building.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?"

"I...I...I."

"Nasty, naughty bitch, perving on us young things with our titties out. You know you want to do me!"

"Fuucckkkkk!" Lauren yelled.

"That's right, you want to fuck us, don't you! Cum for me. DO IT! Cum on my fingers!"

The ceiling spun away from Lauren as blood rushed to her head.

"Cum for me, baby!" Autumn demanded again, screeching emphatically. "Next time I'm putting my long tongue in that bald pussy of yours!"

Lauren screamed at the top of her lungs so vehemently the stripper thought it might bring security. Thick juice squirted over Autumn's fingers as her client shook with a powerful orgasm. Job well done, she eased Lauren off her lap and once again straddled a twitching leg. The dancer brought her forehead to Lauren's and the two gazed fervently into each other's eyes.

Autumn moaned as she ground her bikini bottoms against the shaking thigh. Lauren helped by gliding the stripper's hips up and down her leg at an ever-increasing pace. The pale white tits of the redhead bounced freely in front of her face. She could no longer resist. Bending over, Lauren sucked in one of the rigid nipples and twirled her tongue round the bumpy piece of flesh. It was the first time she'd had a woman's breast in her mouth, and it felt good.

As the third song ended, the dancer had no intention on slowing down. Holding onto her client's shoulders, she tossed her long red mane back and rode Lauren's leg with every ounce of energy she could muster. The friction between Lycra and leather was felt by both as the stripper's moans turned into loud brays, her release rapidly approaching.

"Goddamn your hot!" Autumn squealed, driving her pussy into the toned thigh.

Lauren let the pink nipple drop from her mouth. "Use me," she encouraged breathlessly, "I want to see you cum too."

"Ohhh, shit yeah."

"Wicked girl, prancing around naked every night, sending men home thinking about you and getting the rest of us hot."

Autumn licked Lauren's nose. "Like you?"

"Yesssss, just like me," Lauren replied, scrunching her face at the lick. "Those guys may be jumping their wives when they get home, but it's YOU they're cumming in. Naughty, naughty, Autumn!"

The dancer was now in the throes of ecstasy. "Oh, yeah, oh God, FUCK YEAH!"

The squealing intensified until Autumn came, her body lurching turbulently into Lauren's arms. With the redhead's face buried in the mesh covered chest, both women held each other tight as they recovered from their intense orgasms. Although she did not typically kiss on the job, Autumn put her lips gently on Lauren's and let them linger. She did not often feel this kind of connection with her clients.