Coke Whore

It was about a twenty minute drive into a warehouse district on the edge of town, when she pulled into a large parking lot and pulled around the back of the building. Dave pulled in slowly and parked away from the building and stared in disbelief.

'The Pink Pagoda' proclaimed itself as a 'Gentlemen's Club', and was festooned with a variety of neon signs proclaiming the presence of 'Girls, Girls, Girls!' There seemed to be a number of cars already present and more seemed to be streaming into the parking lot. It was obviously a strip joint, and while Dave Segrove had been to a few in college, with his buddies, that had been years ago. He had just gotten used to the idea that he had a 'girlfriend', and was planning on introducing her to his sons, and now he discovered that she worked in a strip joint! It was with a strange feeling of dismay, curiosity, and excitement that he got out of his car and went inside.

After paying the cover charge, Dave stayed inside the front door until his eyes adjusted to the light. Looking around, he found a long bar along one wall and a couple of small stages with lights, mirrors, and brass poles. A busty brunette was on one of the stages, stark naked and swaying around one of the poles as a few men tossed bills onto the stage, to get her to do something for them. In the back, several more private rooms beckoned with the promise of lap dances. Several good looking women moved around the room serving drinks.

He moved to allow a party of additional customers to enter, and that was when he saw Nancy. She was dressed like the other waitresses and was serving drinks. The waitresses wore a very sexy and revealing outfit, though not like what the dancers wore, which generally ended up as nothing. Nancy wore thigh top black fishnet stockings and spike heels, and above that a lacy black g-string. Up top she wore a black vest of sorts, but one that was little more than a halter top, along with a black bow tie. After her next trip from the bar towards the back rooms, he slipped into an empty barstool at the end of the bar, near where the girls would pick up drink orders. He ordered a drink from the bartender, then waited for Nancy to come by.

She saw him first. Slamming her tray down on the bar, she turned to him and hissed, "What are you doing here?" Dave tried to explain, but she kept on going. "You don't trust me?! You follow me or something!? Can't trust your coke whore girlfriend? You bastard?!"

"Hey, I just wanted to find out where you worked!" he protested. "You wouldn't tell me, so I followed you, that's all. What's the matter, you too embarrassed to tell me where you work?" That seemed to hit home, so he followed up. "Listen, I didn't say anything about your past, you brought it up, not me. I'm sorry I followed you, but what's the big deal? Are you embarrassed by working here?"

Now it was Nancy's turn to be taken back. "No...it's just...you can't come here...it's against the rules!" Suddenly she looked over his shoulder and a nervous look came over her face. "You have to go!"

"What?" He reached out and took her hand.

"No touching, bud!" said a voice in Dave's ear. Dave spun around on the barstool to find a beefy guy of about his height but several years older staring at him menacingly.

Dave let go of Nancy's hand like it was a hot potato, and Nancy spoke up. "It's okay, Bobby, he wasn't doing anything. This is my boyfriend."

Bobby turned his glare towards the girl. "Hey, you know the rules!"

Nancy stood up under the glare. "Yeah, but he didn't. Come on, give it a break!" She turned back towards Dave. Leaning down, she kissed him, then sashayed away.

Dave looked at the glaring presence behind him and turned his hands up and outward. "It's not her fault, I didn't know. You want me to go, I'm gone!"

Bobby looked at him briefly, then shrugged his shoulders. "Ah, the hell with it."

"Can I get you a drink?" Dave offered. Anything to try and get out of this without losing Nancy her job or for him to lose Nancy.

The beefy guy nodded and settled onto a barstool next to Dave. "Yeah, sure. Listen, I'm Bobby Diangelo. I own the joint. We got rules, you know, for the girls." Turning towards the waiting bartender, he said, "Coffee, Vinnie, and sweeten it, will you?" Vinnie poured a coffee and added a generous slug of brandy, then pushed it across the bar to Diangelo.

"Like I said, I'm not trying to cause trouble. What are the rules?" asked Dave.

Bobby turned back and shrugged pleasantly. "Well, the first one is, no touching the girls! That's for their safety."

"Not even during the lap dances?"

"Especially not during the lap dances!" answered Bobby with a smile.

"Any other rules?"

"Yeah, no boyfriends." At the curious and confused look that Dave gave, Diangelo continued. "Now, don't get me wrong. I ain't saying Nancy would do this, but I've known a few girls who would. It's just that some girls would have fifteen minute boyfriends every break, out back in their cars, if you get my drift. I can't have that sort of thing going on."

Dave's eyes widened at the thought. "And after the show is over?"

Bobby shrugged. "I got no comment on that, as long as it ain't on the premises, you understand. Like I said, I ain't saying Nancy is anything like that, but we got to play by the rules. Actually, she's a pretty nice kid. I just wish she'd dance for me, that's where the real bucks are."

"She's not a dancer?" asked Dave.

"You don't know? Jesus, you two got to talk! No, she's just a waitress. Believe me, I've offered, but she says no." Bobby shook his head in disgust and finished his coffee, then stood up. "Okay, listen, after tonight, don't bother her at work, okay? Another reason for the no boyfriends rule is guys like you, real boyfriends. Sometimes they can't handle seeing what the old lady is up to, you know?"

Dave nodded mutely, feeling about as small as a worm. A few minutes later, Nancy came by and looked at him nervously. "I'm sorry, Dave, it's just that you surprised me!"

"No, it's my fault. I should have trusted you and stayed away. I don't know why I decided to follow you. I'm an idiot!"

"No, I shouldn't have jumped in your shit. I'm sorry," she responded.

"I'd better be going. Can I see you again?" he asked nervously.

"Of course. Why?" she asked, confused.

"Well, I wasn't sure if I pissed you off or..."

"Christ, don't be silly! Monday night, my place?"

"Yeah, great!" He looked around, then lowered his voice. "Uh, Nancy, maybe you could wear that outfit?"

Nancy's eyes widened, and she sputtered, "Out!" pointing towards the door.

On Monday night, Dave nervously knocked on Nancy's apartment door. Surprisingly, she didn't let him in, but simply called out, "Door's open!" Dave let himself in, to find the lights dimmed low, and a chair placed in the center of the living area. "Have a seat, sir."

Dave whirled around to find Nancy in the kitchen. She was wearing her waitress outfit. "There's a five dollar cover charge, but you get the first beer free," she announced. Dumbly, Dave pulled out his wallet and fished out a five, and she pointed him towards the armless kitchen chair in the center of the living room.

Dave stared at her as she moved back into the kitchen and opened the door to the refrigerator. He had never seen any beer or booze in her place before, but tonight she had a six-pack chilling. She pulled one out, popped the top, and poured it into a glass. Placing the glass on a small tray, she sauntered back into the room and bent down to set the beer on a small table placed to the side. Bending from the waist forced her large tits to almost pop out of her small halter top.

"A napkin? Of course, sir." Nancy sashayed away, her hips swinging wantonly, to pick up a small stack of napkins. She returned and repeated the bend-over-and-pop-the-tits-out maneuver to place them at his side, but this time managed to drop about half of them on the floor. "Oh, excuse me, sir," she said. Turning away from him, she again bent at the waist to pick up the napkins, and this time thrust her asscheeks into Dave's face. Her black g-string barely covered her asshole and pussy, and for the first time, Dave noticed how Nancy had no tan lines.

The smell of her pussy backed into his face, combined with a powerful and exotic perfume, was too much for him. Reaching out, he gently caressed her ass and slipped a finger between her legs to run along the sides of the g-string.

"None of that, now!" she yelled, moving away from him. "You know the rules! No touching!"

"Jesus, you're kidding me, right?" he begged in a whiny voice.

"You want to stay, buddy, you got to play by the rules." Nancy moved around him seductively, managing to stay out of arm's reach, and Dave finished his beer quickly, hoping to move on to something even better. He wasn't disappointed.

"Care for a lap dance, mister? Only twenty bucks!"

"What?!" he demanded.

She put her hand out, demanding payment. "No cash, no gash!" she announced crudely, and Dave fished his wallet out a second time. Nancy smiled as she took the bill from his fingers, then moved over to the stereo. She already had a CD set up, and when she hit the Play button, loud heavy metal rock came from the speakers. "Now, sit on your hands!" she ordered loudly, over the pounding beat of the music. Grinning, Dave eagerly complied, but only after adjusting his pants so that his aching erection wasn't stuck down a pants leg.

Dave had never seen Nancy like this before. She was acting like a woman possessed! She had a sultry and wanton look on her face as the first cut of the CD kicked in, and she began swaying and moving to the music, throwing herself into it. The entire first song she remained clothed, though she jiggled and wiggled as much as if she was stark naked. She kept transferring the twenty from one hand to the other by running it across her body, up one leg and down the other, across her exposed belly, between her legs and breasts. Dave's eyes followed it slavishly.

During the second song, she popped the snap holding the halter top together, and exposed her luscious large breasts to his view. Beads of sweat began to form on Dave's face as he took in the sight, and Nancy began dancing much closer to him. Now she began to run the bill down the front of her g-string, pulling it away from her body to let him watch as she stuffed it into her wet shaved pussy. She would bring the limp twenty out and run it under his nose, where he would inhale the pungent and fresh musk. He tried to move his face closer to her body as it danced in front of him, to lick and kiss her succulent flesh, but she kept pushing him back firmly.

Midway through the third cut, she bent over, facing away from him, and stuck her ass in his face. She whisked the g-string off, then whirled to face him, still dressed in the fishnets, heels, and halter. Tossing the halter aside, she straddled his lap and began rubbing herself against him. Dave moaned as he felt her erect nipples pushing against his chest and the moist warmth emanating from her aroused cunt seeped into his pants. When she began licking his cheeks, it became too much. "No, no!" he gasped out weakly. Nancy leaned back away from him, grinning madly, as she felt his cock twitch and pulse in his pants. He came massively, pumping out blast after blast of jism into his shorts. Finally he sagged back into the chair, his face red with embarrassment. "Jesus!" he panted. "That's never happened before..."

"Happens all the time in the club," commented Nancy brightly. Dave looked up at her curiously. She continued, "It's sort of like a contest the dancers have, lots of bragging rights."

"Do they ever lie about it?" he asked quizzically.

Nancy climbed off Dave's lap and skipped over to the stereo and turned it off. "It's pretty obvious," she said pointing at the dark spot staining the front of his pants.

Dave blushed furiously. "Why did you get a job there? I mean, you said you were a cocktail waitress, but, I mean..."

"What else am I qualified for?" she asked. "I'm a high school dropout. I got my GED while I was in rehab, and now I go to college part time, but I have to pay the freight, you know. I have no skills, other than the ones I've shown you." At this, she waggled her eyebrows and Dave reddened., then continued, "So what else do I do. The money's better than you can imagine, even if I'm not one of the dancers."

"Yeah, but what about..."

"You mean, what's an alky junkie coke whore doing working in a strip club? Sort of like the fox in the hen house, huh?" Nancy came over and sat on Dave's lap, and Dave blushed again as he felt her warm ass pushing his soggy shorts against his groin.

"Hey, I didn't say that!" he protested weakly. "But, as long as you raise the question, well, I mean, with your, uh, history, isn't that a little..."

"Tempting?" Nancy gave him a ghostly smile. "Dave, every day I'm tempted by booze or drugs, but it doesn't matter whether I work there or in some office someplace. I will always be tempted. That's what it means to be an alcoholic and an addict. Just because I'm tempted doesn't mean I have any interest in doing that again. The last time I was even seriously close to it was the night I met you."

Dave gaped at her. "Huh?!"

She nodded. "Yeah, that first night at the meeting, when I wasn't sure if I should be there. It had been two weeks since the funeral, and people had been pushing me to go, and I had been feeling lower and lower, and every day I wanted to get drunk and buy some coke, more and more. Then, when I finally walked in and talked to you and then ran out, I was running to find my car and find a bar. The only reason I didn't go was that you ran out and stopped me. You saved my life, Dave."

Dave stared at the girl stupidly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Finally he shook his head, "Nuts, I didn't do anything, you were just fine, I'm nobody..."

Nancy giggled and leaned back in to him and kissed him, silencing him. "So, how was my dancing? As good as the other girls?"

Dave blushed even more furiously. "Listen, I'm an idiot, I know that. I should have never have come over there. I didn't get you in any trouble, did I? I swear, I will never do that again! I mean, I trust you, I really do, it's just that I was curious..."

Leaning back in, Nancy rubbed herself against her lover as she took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately and thoroughly. Finished, she pulled away and looked at him with a smirk. "If I thought otherwise, you'd be headed home right now with soggy shorts, you bastard!" Dave blushed once more, and Nancy crawled off his lap. "Come on, get undressed, baby!" She grabbed a couple of comforters and tossed them down on the rug in front of the couch as Dave begin stripping down. She tossed a few throw cushions down, then sank down in front of him.

Dave was already stripping off his socks when she began to undo the straps on the high-heeled 'fuck-me' stilettos. "No, uh, please..."

Nancy started. "You want me to keep these on?" she asked curiously.

"Please?" Nancy shrugged acceptance, and he continued. "That's my favorite outfit. High heels, stockings, and a smile!"

Nancy grinned, and adjusted her stockings, pulling them higher and smoothing them out. "It's nice to meet a man with simple tastes," she quipped. "Did your wife wear your favorite outfit?"

"All the time! What can I say, I'm an old-fashioned kind of guy!" Naked, he lay back on the comforters and nestled his head on the pillows. Nancy followed him down, to lay beside him and smile at him with a look of love in her eyes. "Am I allowed to touch you yet?" he asked.

"Honey, right now you're required to touch me!" she answered breathily. She shuddered as he took her in his arms.

Now it was Dave's turn to tend to Nancy's needs. Laying a hand on her hip, he gently pressed her back until she was laying on the comforter, anxiously awaiting his touch. Leaning over her, he began kissing her lips, and she sighed contentedly, closing her eyes and reveling in his touch. Moving his lips from her face, Dave brought his hands up to cup hr bountiful breasts, lifting them to his kisses, and he began to devour her titflesh. Nancy began moaning in delight as he began caressing her body, and gasped as his fingers slid between her quivering legs to cup and probe her slick and hot cunt. Dave tortured her with his hands and lips, taking her through one wracking orgasm after another, even as she cried and gasped, "Fuck me! Please, fuck me!"

There was little tenderness when he finally did begin to fuck her. He rolled onto Nancy and rammed his cock into her drenched pussy as she shrieked with her pleasure, then began hammering his cock into her. Dave rode her fiercely, slamming into her cunt, and Nancy loved it. She wrapped her fishnet clad legs around his waist and spurred him on with the stiletto heels of her shoes, and clawed at his back and ass with her hands. Both were grunting like a pair of wild rutting animals, sweat pouring from their pores, until Dave finally let out a low bellow. His back arching as Nancy clung to him fiercely, he slammed his cock into her cunt and began pumping out an endless load of come.

Drained, Dave slumped to the floor , sliding off of Nancy as she slowly untangled her legs from around his waist. Rolling onto his back lifelessly, he panted and gasped back to life as his love clung to him, her own chest heaving with the effort. "Oh my God!" he exclaimed, "It's never been like this..."

"I love you, Dave, I love you!" cried Nancy. She placed her hands alongside his face and began kissing his lips and face feverishly. "I love you, I love you..."

Dave was content to allow the girl to kiss him as he began to gain his breath back. Love? Was she serious? And if she was, should she be? What were his feelings towards her? Dave's mind began moving at a million miles an hour, in a million different directions, as he began to contemplate the possible answers to the questions. Did he love her?

It had been several years since Dave had considered loving a woman, and that woman was his dead wife. Nancy had proven to him that he was capable of being attracted to another woman, but could he love her? What about his sons? What was Nancy's future with him, with them? Could this actually be love?

"What did you say?" he asked gently.

Propping herself up on his chest, the girl looked down at him and whispered, "I love you, Dave." She leaned back in and kissed him quick. "I love you."

"Nancy, I..." Dave was stumped. He had a wild look of despair in his eyes as he contemplated what he should say next. Was he ready for love? "We need to talk, honey." He struggled upright and moved back against the couch, leaning back against, and Nancy followed, leaning against his chest.

"It's okay, Dave. I don't expect you to love me. I just wanted to let you know how much I care for you. You saved my life, Dave."

Dave shook his head, trying to clear the buzzing. He felt like he was drowning and couldn't get any air. It had been years since he had considered such a thing. Could it be...? It was almost as if it was a dream, and he heard a voice that sounded just like his own. "Uh, Nancy, did you have any plans for this weekend?"

She gave him a curious look. "Well, I'll be working at the club, and no, I don't think you should come by."

"No, I was wondering if you'd be interested in coming over to my place. Uh, I'd like you to meet the boys," he said quietly.

Nancy stared at her lover in disbelief. "You want me to meet your sons!?" she gasped out.

Dave shrugged. "Yeah, well, I suppose they should meet you sooner or later. I mean, if we are going to have something here, I have to think about them, you know? I mean, I know what you just said and all, but maybe you should meet my kids before you go overboard, huh..."