Ascending Lauren Ch. 16

Someone else was in the room.

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With dick firmly in one hand, the other under his PJ tops squeezing his nipples, Corey leaned closer to the monitor with dry mouth and rabid curiosity. The phone hovered over the bed as Lauren and Tony -- still carnally coupled -- moved their heads, following it with sly smiles. Whoever the cameraman was, he was causing them no alarm.

Or...was it a man at all? Who else could it be?

Corey stopped fingering his pecs.

Sweet Jesus, no.

Lauren swung off Tony's hips, letting his glistening tool plop out of her and leaving it to bob in the air.

"Well, well, I figured it was only a matter of time," she said coyly to the mysterious videographer, laying on her back and spreading her legs.

"Never knew a mom could be this nasty, did ya?" Tony grinned at the newcomer, positioning himself between his mature lover's thighs.

Corey tilted his head to one side. Matter of time? Nasty mom?

Surely not...please, no.

"Mmmmmmm," Lauren moaned as the young man entered her, sliding his cock deep into her waiting slit. She clamped her legs around his back and reached towards the camera.

"Come here, you!"

The image jostled a bit, then moved closer to the bed above the two naked bodies. Corey's wanton wife was looking passed the camera, eyes lighting up with glee. She pulled back a hand. It was a man's, sporting an expensive wristwatch.

Corey slumped back in his seat, relieved.

"You're always around to save me, aren't you, Sir Jack?" Lauren cooed.

"Messing my bed again, are you?" Jack Carter's asked softly. "What do you think I should do about that?"

"Perhaps," came more giggles as she pulled the venerable host onto the mattress, "you should add to it."

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Caroline turned away from the strangest -- and quite frankly, most erotic - thing she'd ever witnessed, as the older man climbed in bed with her mother and young lover. She was stunned and numb, having just witnessed something a child should never witness their parents doing. Not only had her mother just had sex, but Caroline was also pretty sure it was being recorded. And for whom.

Astonished, she staggered back down the hallway trying to process it all. For all the disgust and revulsion she should have been feeling, the incredulous daughter felt only a burning sensation throbbing between her legs. The girl's pussy inexplicitly tingled with longing, its swollen and throbbing lips pressing against the tight Daisy Dukes, aching to be touched. Dazed, with nipples hardening beneath the wafer-thin tube top, Caroline felt her way along the hallway like a drunken pinball until she came to the room where she'd left Tommy. He looked up with a shit eating grin and offered her the vape pen.

"You see what you wanted to see?"

Her misty eyes were filled with eerily familiar flames as she closed the door behind her and peeled off her shorts.

The young man set down his phone.

Like mother, like daughter.

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Sir Jack was a careful one, careful to not show his face in the video. Laying the phone on the bed, Corey was relegated to watching the ceiling fan spin above the bed while his wife serviced both men. While visuals were important, imagination was a powerful tool too, and the perverted project manager managed to stay well engaged.

"Yes, just like that," Jack's voice exclaimed, "I knew you were a slut from the day I first saw you at the pool."

Lauren moaned a slow acknowledgment as she sucked his cock further into her mouth. A man in his fifties, he was not much younger than Corey, but his cock was in better shape. He stood on the side of the bed and encouraged her to work his knob.

The entrepreneur gasped as he pushed his hips forward, fucking Lauren's face. "SHIT, you're going to make me cum like this."

"Hmm Hmm," she responded, the vibration in her throat felt astounding.

Meanwhile, Corey could hear Tony's grunting getting louder by the second as he leaned over the raven-haired beauty on his way to getting his nut. The phone was constantly shaking now with the stronger thrusts.

"Fuck the whore!" Jack roused the young man, egging him on.

"Ohhhh yes, baby, give me that cock," Lauren moaned from the side of her mouth.

The bed squeaking as Tony put his back into it.

"Fuck me! Please, please fuck me! OH GOD DON'T YOU DARE STOP FUCKING ME!"

Jack grabbed the sexy brunette's head and guided his shaft back into her mouth.

"Mmmpfff."

Corey had by now abandoned the monitor altogether and had his feet up on the desk, trying to picture his wife on her back, coaxing the cum out of both men. He could hear copious slurping as Jack started to become very vocal.

"Suck it, Lauren. Suck me dry."

More soft moans.

"Gonna pump that pretty little mouth of yours full of cum."

"Mmmmm."

"Getting close, Lauren. Oh shit."

Lots of grunting now.

"LAURRRRRENNNN!" Jack shouted, ending with a long, low wheeze.

The slurping slowed, followed by more of a guzzling. He came, Corey guessed correctly as the man's milky white wad dripped down her throat.

The video was really shaking now as the phone was jostled all over the bed. It appeared Tony wasn't far behind his host and Lauren knew it.

"Cum for me, baby," Corey heard his wife beg for the boy's spunk. "I want it so bad."

"Wh...where?" the boy was panting heavily.

"My face, paint my face, Antonio!"

The shaking stopped suddenly, followed by one long primal male howl, then a few grunts and groans, before the everything got eerily quiet. Corey unhanded his dick and sat up, leaning forward and listening intently. The only sound was the fan along with some kissing and sighs. He was about to pause the video again when Lauren abruptly appeared alone on screen. From the looks of her, it was clear the kid had cum buckets on her. Some of it remained caked in her hair, forming a perfect contrast of black and white.

"Lauren," the forlorn husband reach out and touched the monitor, knowing full well it was a recording, but not caring..

"Hi babe. Do you like my new life? I certainly do. As you know, there are lots of men down here. Lots of rich men who will pamper me, treat me like a queen and fuck me like a whore. I'm grateful for you giving me this chance and in turn I'm going to give you what you need so badly, even if it seems a bit callous at times."

She paused, then giggled. "I bet you were just using your sock, weren't you?"

Corey looked down at his dick, still wrapped by soft tube.

"You're so predicable. Well, you just keep filling it to your heart's content, Twisty, and let real men do the heavy lifting now."

She set the phone down as she began to get dressed. It gave him a perfect view of her tight abs and small breasts. Behind her, Tony was pulling on his shorts.

"Oh, I've decided to take your advice too, so don't call me, I'll call you. Dating will be so much fun."

Corey's face fell flat as the video faded to black. He heard the morning birds chirping and walked over to the picture window and peeked out between the curtains. The sun was just rising over the cul-de-sac on the loneliest of New Year's Eves. It was a time for shedding old habits and beginning new ones, but he wasn't sure he liked how it was starting.

Pulling the shades tight again, he made his way back to the desk and snapped off the lamp. Settling back into the chair, he sat in the darkened room, pulled the sock snug to his balls, and replayed the video from the beginning.

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Charlie Weber dodged kitchen staff at Randy Sandy's as he made his way to the main room, not really caring if he pissed off anyone. Em Cee Topper winked as the 21-year-old took a seat with him in the DJ booth, knowing full well what time of night it was. The kid had become somewhat of a fixture at the gentlemen's club since his fiery redhead friend began working there. Chloe Ceallaigh, known to all the regular customers as Autumn Breeze, was a hot little number that had graced the stage at Sandy's for nearly a year. The boy was a rabid fan, rarely missing a performance, and always taking time out from what he was doing to watch. Everyone knew Charlie was smitten with the dancer, but she didn't feel the same way. That didn't say much though, as the DJ had taken a couple shots himself, only to be rebuffed each time. Dating the talent was strictly forbidden, although it didn't always play out that way. These two were different though, apparently going way back, way before the dancing, and their friendship was clearly genuine. Odd, given the circumstances, but definitely genuine.

Nodding towards the curtain, Em Cee opened his mic and shook his head silently. Must be tough watching the girl you fancy take her clothes off every night in front of strangers and blow them in the back room.

"Alright, you perverts, take your hands out yer pants and put 'em together for one of Miami's premier entertainers, Miss...Autumn...Breeze!"

From his perch in the booth, Charlie could see the whole room as Chloe burst onto the runway. He saw, like hundreds of times before, how their eyes lit up when she strutted about, shaking and bending her body, one provocative pose after another. Each move was carefully calculated to arouse - and cause green to flow from their tented pockets. She was good at making them want her, want more, especially when the music was thumping and she lay naked on the floor, spreading her legs.

As much as he enjoyed seeing her strip -- he wasn't a eunuch after all -- he had to push aside those peculiar feelings that surfaced whenever she danced. There was arousal, to be sure, but it wasn't all from the nudity. Working at a club did that. It numbed the erotic aspect of nakedness, and he'd seen Chloe naked countless times.

No, what he felt had more to do with how they looked at her, and she at them. Every night she built a rapport with strangers based on sex, or the illusion of it, anyway. Charlie knew it was just an act, all those fake moans and "O" faces. Yet, it cut him deeply when she revealed her 20-year-old breasts to paying customers, the same breasts he'd seen grow from mere buds in a training bra to the heavy, succulent orbs they were today. He still grew breathless every time she lowered her thong to the crowd, flexing her body like a serpent. He ached for the same kind of attention she lavished on these men, especially after dancing, when some of them consummated their faux relationship with a trip to a VIP lounge. Occasionally, he would slip away to the employee's restroom to rub one out, thinking about what she was doing behind those doors. And there was a practical reason he wore loose gym clothes when he took her to meet a "date" and had to sit outside in a waiting car. Charlie soon learned that imagination could be way more powerful than any in-your-face gratuitous nudity.

Autumn continued to gyrate on stage, working the pole and the salivating faces adoring her. Kneeling at platform's edge, the redhead slowly pulled the G-string away from her waist, revealing a small crimson tuft beneath, the perfect invitation for the nearby bachelor party to deposit a few bills in the satin band. Of course, she'd never entreat Charlie to do the same. It wasn't like he'd never tried to take their relationship to the next level, but Chloe always shot him down, saying it would be too weird. And part of him was okay with that, having long ago resigned himself to the fact that he'd been friended, destined to be the brother she never had. It made sense, really. They had grown up together as orphans and always looked out for each other. It's just the way it was. He'd felt fortunate just to be near her, watching her grow from a timid young girl with no direction in life to a gorgeous woman who had a grand early retirement plan and was executing on it. Not many in mainstream society would see it that way, given her employment, but they didn't know his Chloe. Many exotic dancers were indeed ships adrift in an endless sea, living paycheck to paycheck, not knowing where they wanted to go or how to get there. But she was hella ambitious and knew how to use what God have given her. Living modestly and never turning down work had seen her nest egg grow substantially. He was very, very proud of her, and yet, seeing others ogle her always gave him that weird feeling. One that aroused and sickened him at the same time. And like a fool, he kept coming back for more.

Just as Autumn was rising from her knees to work the other side of the stage, some drunk guy grabbed her hand and tried pulling her off the stage. Charlie quickly stood, his six-foot frail frame tensing, but Em Cee clamped a hand on his shoulder, forcing him back down into his seat.

"Relax, let 'em do their job," he said calmly, referring to the yellow-shirted security guards who immediately pounced on the fellow and dragged him out a side exit.

The always stoic stripper didn't skip a beat, proceeding to hump the brass pole until she wound up completely naked. The performance ended with a very enticing beaver shot, the moistness so visible, so vivid that one could almost smell the musky scent from anywhere in the room. As the music ended, the young girl collected her well-earned tithes and skipped down the runway past her lifelong friend, flashing him a grin as she disappeared back behind the curtain.

Charlie beamed at the DJ as the older man smiled back at him.

That's my Chloe!

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