Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

She suddenly remembered Mr. DeWight's comments about her being naked as much as possible in order to get more comfortable to the idea of dancing nude. Grudgingly she admitted the man had a point as she stopped the music to both Sapphire's and Velvet's surprise.

Looking at the woman Jen asked, "Honey, why do you want to do this?"

The girl blushed, telling them she needed the money for college and had tried looking everywhere; however, the job market was at a low in her city and all she had to go by was her looks. Her friends had suggested to her about waitressing at the local club—The Cowboy Fish Club in Houston—but after hearing how much the dancers made, had decided to try out for a position.

It was a similar story to Jen's, Velvet's, and most of the younger strippers she had met. Few women really planned on becoming a stripper, more-or-less falling into the job for the money. Jen knew the girl could make a killing in Texas with her young looks—all the girls dancing at the club there were big-haired blondes with Double D's. She shamefully agreed with Velvet's comment about the girl being able to draw a good following.

But first she needed to learn how to relax and move smoothly.

Jen surprised both girls by getting on stage with the young woman, directing Velvet to restart the track. Once the familiar Def Leppard song began to play, Jen started to dance.

"The first thing you need to do is set the crowd's expectations," she instructed the young woman as she began to undulate her body to the heavy rock music. "There's no need to do anything fancy initially. If you are going to work the pole, you come out and immediately grab it and do a pole maneuver, it shows them you are comfortable with the pole," she explained. "If you are only going to dance, start off by that and totally ignore the pole," she demonstrated, moving to the edge of the stage and moving seductively before Velvet who was sitting in front of her.

Telling the girl to stand back she then walked slowly and sultry to the pole, reaching for it and performing a corkscrew spin, kicking out her legs and undulating her body while she turned before gracefully landing back on her feet and stepping in front of the pole, her body swaying the entire time with the music.

"Wow," she heard the young girl say.

"And again, if you are going to just dance," Jen continued, "merely use the pole to lean on or as a prop. For example, walk to it and do a simple pirouette," she instructed, once again demonstrating.

"The idea is to have the crowd focused on you, not expecting any more from your performance than what you are willing to give them," she told the young girl.

"You make it seem so easy," Sapphire said.

Velvet laughed as both women looked down at her sitting in one of the conference chairs. "Honey, Diamond is making it look easy even to me. I'm able to do those moves in my sleep, but not as naturally as her. Diamond doesn't just use the pole, it becomes a part of her," she said to the girl, complimenting Jen.

Jen smiled in response as she continued instructing the girl.

"Next point," she said waving to the speakers. "You chose classic rock songs for your set. You have two choices with those, dance slowly and make the music work for you, or match the beat of the music and let it guide you," she said.

Jen then showed her what she meant, performing the same opening moves the young girl had started out with, first moving slow and seductive, then repeating the exact movements faster in time with the beat.

"Oh my God," the girl said, "it looks so different, but it's the same!" she said in surprise.

"Exactly," Jen told her, satisfied she made her point. "You can repeat the same five or six moves on stage simply altering their speed and nobody but another dancer will see it. The trick is not to change too quickly or you'll look like you're trying to fight the music," she said as she started to move, first slowly to the song, then faster, then slowly again, demonstrating what she meant as she repeated the same move only at different rhythms.

"You're right," the young girl told her, "it looks...well, 'clunky,'" she said in embarrassment.

"Exactly!" Jen told her proudly, the girl's smile returning.

For the next 45 minutes—the interviews were scheduled for an hour, but had an hour in between—Jen went through several introductory moves, tutoring the girl on how to dance, and giving beginner tips such as making eye contact with each customer.

"The secret to working a room is you want a man to be interested in you, but not misconstrue what you are offering. You want to make them feel as if they are the only one in the room, right before moving on to the next guy and doing the same," she explained. "If a man feels you are focused on him above everybody in the crowd when you are on stage, they will take more liberties or expect more from you. You want to draw their attention, then move on," she told the young girl.

"Lap dances are another thing entirely," she laughed. "For those the man you are dancing for should take ALL of your attention. Don't let anything distract you or they will feel slighted. You should only look at others as you spin or face away, and then only to look for your next target," she said smiled.

Glancing at the clock Jen told her, "Now, I want you to practice what I told you today and Velvet will reschedule another interview for you next week. My decision on hiring you is going to be based on how much you learned and improved," she told the girl.

Seeing the girl's saddened face she thought she had shattered her dreams.

"Hey," Jen said with a smile, "I didn't say you weren't hired, but you also aren't being passed up either. I want to see if you got what it takes," she told the young girl.

"It's not that," the girl told her reluctantly. "It's just...well, I had to save up for several weeks to afford the trip out here, I'm not sure I can come next week," she said.

"Wait a minute," Jen said sternly, realizing what the woman had said. "You paid your own way to come to here?" she asked. "From Texas? For an interview the company demanded of you?" she stated in surprise.

Jen looked at Velvet who shrugged, explaining, "All interviewees end up paying their way here. They're told what time their interview is and left to their own devices on how to get here," she explained to Jen.

"What bullshit," Jen said to both girls surprised face. Turning to the girl she said, "OK, Velvet here is going to get you a ticket to fly out here next week," she said, seeing shock on each of their faces for several different reasons. Then she upped the ante by saying, "AND she's going to look into reimbursing you for this week's trip," she concluded.

Once again seeing the surprised look on her assistant, Jen told her, "I want that done for all of today's interviews who live...oh, let's say more than a four-hour drive from here," she told Velvet.

"But Mr. DeWight..." Velvet said cautiously.

"Fuck Mr. DeWight," Jen said vehemently, her tone and statement again surprising both girls. "With the money he's paying me it can come out of my damn salary if he wants to," she said. "Just like the mentoring program I am wanting to implement, hiring new girls is an investment, and if we hire quality girls from the start we make out better in the end," she told Velvet. "I'm meeting with him this afternoon, so I'll tell him the same," she said to Velvet, asking the woman to add it to her agenda.

Turning back to Sapphire Jen told her, "Don't worry. Your job for the next week is to practice, practice, and practice. If there's no improvement, you're going back home without a job next week," she said as the girl nodded in understanding.

"Oh, and buy a stripper outfit," she told her as they walked out into the main reception area. "Underwear is fine for your boyfriend, but when you're dancing you need something that moves with you and is made to come off easily," she said to the girl, who once again thanked her.

The rest of the morning was spent similarly with the other two other girls interviewed, Jen giving them suggestions and letting them know they would be reimbursed for their travel. Both of the other girls had been dancing for a couple years, so they were more experienced; however, only one of them was worth hiring. The second one—Roxy—was good looking, but had a bitchy attitude and was a complete attention whore, and Jen knew she would be nothing but trouble in a club. Although Jen did not tell the girls anything about her decisions, saying merely they would be contacted on her decision, she had already made up her mind to not hire Roxy.

Interviews completed, her and Velvet ate their usual lunch salads in her office at the conference table, going over the three applicants.

Velvet said, "That last one wasn't bad."

Jen nodded, her mouth full of her Asian Spiced Beef salad, holding up her hand before swallowing and answering. "No, she is definitely worth hiring, although I don't know how many girls are at the Atlanta club. The other girl—what was her name, Roxy?" she said before continuing, "She's applying for the same position as Sapphire but I'll wait until next week to make a decision. She struck me as a total bitch, so I'd rather not hire either of them if they do not seem like they'll work," she said, taking another bite of her salad.

Seeing Velvet's expression, she explained, "I don't think there's a rush for that Houston job. I've already gotten a few e-mails from several of the Houston girls asking for more hours—even some of them asking about the possibility of 'touring' other clubs because there are too many dancing there already. I'll have to talk to Mr. DeWight about it," she said, "but the bottom line is it sounds like the Houston club has too many girls or a crappy schedule. Waiting to decide upon a few applicants isn't going to hurt them," she concluded. "They don't like it, tough shit," she finished.

Velvet looked at her with a bit of worry. "Uh, yeah, about that. Are you really going to tell Mr. DeWight to reimburse those girls and start paying for the interviews?" she asked.

"Hell yes," Jen said with conviction, although now that her initial anger had receded she felt somewhat nervous making such a bold statement about the corporation's money. "If I am the final say in terms of girls being hired, he either needs to fly me to interview them—obviously not to his advantage due to the time involved and my schedule—or pay for them to come here. Also, I think it will instill upon the managers to pick more qualified girls," she reasoned, finishing her lunch. "Sapphire was way too green. I understand we all need to start somewhere, but damn, were we ever that newbish?" she laughed.

As if waiting for her to finish her lunch, Jen's computer dinged with a new e-mail sound. Taking a glance at her computer, her heart began to race.

"What is it?" Velvet asked with concern, obviously seeing the concern on Jen's face.

"It's from Melissa," Jen told her with some trepidation. "It's the proofs from yesterday," she elaborated.

"Oh goody, I've been dying to see these!" Velvet said with more excitement than Jen, coming over to the computer.

Jen's attitude was more despair and trepidation. She was about to look at the first images of her conscious descent into the pornography industry. Up until now the pictures she had done Tuesday were not as incriminating as these.

Even the videos of her sucking Tim or Mr. DeWight fucking her were taken without her awareness or consent. Although they depicted the same type of material these photos were ones she had willingly posed for, even if the final outcome of her fucking Sean had not been planned. In the end it did not matter whether the intent for her to have sex at that time was there or not, she had ended up cumming, her body relishing its debasement and not making any attempts to stop.

Her heart racing, Jen unzipped the files and clicking on the folder, opened the first picture of the series.

The first few pictures were obviously not bad in Jen's mind—merely being those of her posing in her leather dress in the 'kitchen.' The photos were in order, showing her first by the day bar and then near the island—and that was when her nervousness began, as it was at the island everything began to change.

Jen felt her heart race—both from apprehension as well as arousal—as the images cycled on her computer screen of Sean first touching her, then their embrace leading to them kissing, and finally undressing each other.

Going through the set she was once again surprised at how professional and high quality the pictures were, as well as there not being many 'bad' shots, knowing Melissa had removed the more obvious bad shots and duplicates. But she knew what the content she was about to see, and regardless of how much pruning Melissa had done, there would be no denying her seeing the images of Sean fucking her.

Silently going through the entire set, there were four pictures which would be burned into her mind forever. Pictures which were blatantly pornographic although she could not believe how sensual they looked, as mixture of embarrassment and admiration at how good they looked.

The first image was a close-up side portrait of Jen's face, and she had to admit she looked stunning, her make-up perfect and the photography—both lighting and quality—being superb. It was the content of the picture that unfortunately branded itself into her mind forever—that of her ruby lipstick-coated mouth opened wide, her tongue stuck out and draping over her lower lip, with the head and shaft of Sean's large penis resting upon it.

Within the image her eyes were raised up and she knew she had been looking straight into Sean's eyes.

As she slowly advanced the series, the pictures reminded her of a cartoon book where if you moved through the pictures rapidly they almost created an optical movie. But this first picture was one she could only stare at in amazement.

Eventually her hand blindly clicked the next picture again and again, over and over, and then going back as she watched the large cock slowly entered her mouth, her lips closing around it as she began sucking the huge cock.

Moving further into the series Jen could almost not believe the images of her deep-throating such a large cock. And yet, instead of embarrassment she began to feel arousal, her blood heating up as she looked at the images and recalled the salty, sweaty taste and feel of Sean's cock passing into her throat.

The next series of photographs were those of Sean eating her out, and once again Jen could not believe how sensual she looked, being pleasured orally by the handsome man. Rather than pornographic, they looked almost tasteful. Even in these should was surprised at her lust, having never really looked at images of her cumming before, now understanding why Dan always wanted her to look at him when she came, her euphoric expression complimenting her looks above and beyond what she could ever expect.

The second picture etched into her brain forever was the initial image Melissa had taken while kneeling in front of her when Sean had first penetrated her. The picture showed Jen bent over the kitchen island, Sean behind her, but focused on Jen's face. Sean's body was a blur behind her, but it was the expression on her face she would remember for the rest of her life. Within the image her eyes were opened wide in surprise, her heavily lip-stick coated mouth in a perfect 'O' as her face betrayed her shock at the exact moment Sean had slid his cock into her, his large cock spreading her canal wide as he entered her.

Looking at the photo, Jen felt a warmth build between her legs at the memory of the large shaft entering her, her mixture of surprise and pain and desire overwhelming her, remembering the sensation when Melissa had asked him to move closer and he fully entered her.

The next several pictures were similar positions—Sean behind Jen as she bent over the kitchen island—but her expressions changed from surprise, to obvious lust and desire, surprising even her at how much emotion was portrayed on her face.

Then the images changed and she saw the third image permanently engraved into her head. This one was taken after Melissa apparently had discovered her and Sean were actually having sex, all pretense of the 'simulated sex' façade gone. It was a close-up view of Jen's ass cheek from the side; however, what the picture was focused on was Sean's shaft, glistening from her own desire, embedded halfway into the folds of her pussy, her labia spread wide from the fleshy appendage as the image showed him obviously and openly penetrating her.

"Oh my God, I bet that hurt," Velvet said beside her, but Jen could not answer, her mind in a state of shock as she looked at the visual confirmation and verification of what had happened—that she had actually fucked another man on film.

How could she answer Velvet's comment, she wondered? It had felt wonderful, as if her whole being were being skewered by Sean's incredibly large manhood, her pussy stretched so wide she saw stars—not of pain but of pleasure. Admitting such feelings and sensations would be a betrayal not only to Dan, but her own morals. And yet she continued to remember how with each stroke, the head of Sean's large cock ran along the walls of her vagina, sending electric thrills throughout her as she eagerly wanted more.

She went through the next shots, similar but at different angles of Sean fucking her, again the visual validation of her indoctrination into the porn industry overwhelming her.

And then she came to the final image, its content permanently within her head like a wood burning etching—that of Sean's cock resting between in the crack of her ass, a long spurt of cum shooting out from his dick to join the other streaks of ejaculate already across her back and pooled on her lower back.

The image showed her tattoo clear as day with a drizzle of cum running alongside it, as if Sean had purposely avoided the tattoo to show the contrast of black lettering and white creaminess of his orgasm.

"Wow, those were even hotter than the other sets," Velvet said as Jen re-zipped the files—only missing a few which she had removed—and resent them back to Melissa.

Her mind was still in turmoil, as if adrift upon the sea in a small lifeboat unable to alter her course as she sat numbly in her chair.

Sensing her unease, Velvet left her alone, telling her she would typing Jen's final agenda for her meeting with Mr. DeWight, but Jen barely heard her, her mind still processing the images she had seen.

The intercom buzzing fifteen minutes later caused Jen's mind to finally focusing her thoughts on the meeting, realizing it was in ten minutes! She quickly left her office, getting her meeting agenda from Velvet, before going through the double glass doors of strippers and heading down the hall to Mr. DeWight's office.

Elsie, dressed in a tight-fitting leopard print sheath dress that did nothing to hide, but in fact openly revealed her buxom figure to the world, greeted her as she passed the main area, the woman walking with her to Mr. DeWight's office.

"Mr. DeWight said he would see you right away Diamond," the beautiful elderly woman said pleasantly. "He seemed particularly pleased with reports of your progress this week," she told Jen as they reached the end of the hallway—directly opposite of the building from her own office—knocking upon the door once before opening it and letting her in.

Jen stopped as she entered the large office, the door closing silently behind her. If she had thought her office was extravagant, Mr. DeWight's office was Opulent—mentally capitalizing the word in her mind. The office was done in various masculine shades of browns—the walls a deep grid-paneled walnut with a dark brown textured plush carpet. Ambient lighting provided by multiple lamps on the walls and end tables suffused the entire room in a deep warm glow making it look more like a study or den than a corporate office.