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Click hereFinely Joy's pulsating movements slowed and then stopped, she relaxed her grip on Bonnie's breasts and moved off of her hand.
It was only then Bonnie realized that she and Joy had become the focus of the whole place, both patrons and the girls.
Cooper had noticed this fact some time earlier. It not only was a turn on to see Bonnie essentially topless in public but the fact that she was clearly of interest to the other men made him feel special - after all she would come home with him.
When Joy stood up, two of her co-workers (one clothed and one nude) came over "Wow, that was hot" said the one still in costume. "That's not fair, she turned me down waiting for you." said the one holding her costume.
"I just know what to look for" Joy said with a smile, picking up her cloths. She looked at Bonnie "Well I'm up on stage next, after that you can bet I'll be good." She glanced at the $20 bill on the table; "I've already gotten my payment for that dance" then she put her head between Bonnie's and Cooper's and whispered "Besides, every guy who watched that will want a dance from me now." She again kissed the air by Bonnie's cheek and walked off.
After that night Bonnie longed to repeat that special excitement of being watched and desired by men. To be desperately wanted as source of sexual pleasure might, to some women be consisted demeaning, but to her it made her feel completely feminine.
Cooper had a similar feeling, to have other men desperately want his wife made him feel like the stud he had never been. Over the next month they visited the Executive Club numerous times. They nearly always asked for Joy and always drew the attention of everyone around.
- COMMENTS
JustForPostingabout 14 years ago...but so far, the writing is so artsy-fartsy, it's hard to get through it.
On the first page, you refer to "moirés" -- the word you want, I think, is "mores," defined as "the essential or characteristic customs and conventions of a community." Moiré is "silk fabric that has been subjected to heat and pressure rollers after weaving to give it a rippled appearance."
Not the same thing at all.
Besides, no one believes Jesus "penned" anything. Marital fidelity is found as far back as the Ten Commandments.
Let's not discuss religion, though.
Your interpretation of the "messenger" known as Lenin is a little shaky. Way too simplistic.
"I'm glad your my friend" -- wrong word, and who is saying it? It's unclear. In fact, the old "your" bug shows up a lot. Sloppy.
Punctuation, in fact, is extremely haphazard. Missing, incorrect, really amateurish. Oh, that's right, this is an amateur site... Well, no sense not writing correctly, is there?
"Finely Joy's pulsating movements slowed"... shouldn't that be "finally?"
Oh, am I being a grammar Nazi? Well, let the haters howl. I'm just astonished this was written by two people. Looks like one of you could have reined in the other one.
Get an editor, and tone down the "master thespian" writing. It's arch, it's goofy, and it's just plain bad.
ILienBagbyabout 14 years agoI was delighted this morning to find and read this story. A real pleasure to read! What made it so nice to find was the quality of the story telling. Plot turns kept me reading for the next revelation. Real situations like grandmas (even if they don't show up) make the story seem to move in a real world. Of course, all of the foregoing would be faint praise without saying that the sex parts of the story are among the hottest I have ever read.
Thank You (I am waiting with much anticipation to read your other submission today but must now go to take care of a private matter)
ILienBagby (Bushy@ureach.com)
