Recession Blues Ch. 05

"Oh," she stepped away, looking around again, and feeling a shameful relief when the bartender seemed unaware they were at the other end of his bar. "I... I'll let you enjoy yourselves." She meant to go to the dressing room, but Jacen caught her arm. The contact with his skin left the housewife fully aroused and unable to focus.

"Whoa," Jacen's voice seemed to vibrate inside of her. "You saying you don't want to," he shifted his hips just slightly, but impossibly suggestively, Ann thought, frantically looking around again, "dance?"

"Vice is here," Ann hissed, shocked at what he was suggesting, "Hilary said they could close us down."

"For having fun?" Jacen snorted derisively, "We aren't doing drugs. Have I paid you for sex?" Ann blushed, shaking her head, and looking away at the thought that she would pay him to fuck her. "Are we having sex in public?" She shook her head again. "Well shit," he snorted, "I don't know what ol' Levy would be able to do, 'less he wanted to join in." Ann wrinkled her nose, honestly disgusted at the thought.

"So I guess you can be in the privates at close?" Ann nodded before she really thought about it. Jacen smiled broadly, and Ann's reaction at having pleased him should have alarmed the married stripper. "See, John," for the first time the cop said anything to his guest, "I told you she'd be interested." The man swallowed, bobbing his head and smiling. He was staring at her breasts, but considering how obvious her nipples were against the fabric, Ann could not really blame him.

"Need anything, Ann? Jacen?" She blanched, surprised that Justin was back down at their end of the bar. Flustered, she held up her empty glass, and he took it without a word, making her a second. She wondered what he had heard, but there was nothing in his expression when he handed her the new drink. She smiled and thanked him, tentatively patted Jacen on the bicep, and careful not to look over at officer Levy, hurried off of the floor for the safety of the dressing room.

Her next dance, Ann found it hard not to grind against the pole, she was still so hot from the exchange with Jacen. And the stiff drinks were not hurting, either; they effectively kept her from having second thoughts about cheating on Tom again with Jacen and yet another man, and instead amplified her focus on the promise of the sexual release that seemed to have taken over her will.

Her dancing was... sufficiently aggressive that patrons at the rail were paying more attention, offering five spots rather than the ones that had been the staple earlier in the night. And Ann played it to the edge, tugging at her thong bottoms as she hung from and spun around the pole. She let her gaze settle on officer Levy as she pulled the bottoms tight, emphasizing her labia through the fabric, generating an obvious 'camel toe.'

Smiling at the rapt attention she had from the vice detective, she pointedly strutted away from the pole to the edge of the stage, barely covering her bared breasts with the shimmering scarf each dancer was carrying for that specific purpose as she collected bills from the more lively crowd. She paused at the end of the stage, tossing a haughty look at Levy before letting the scarf flutter away as she pirouetted back to the pole, using the momentum she had built to spin up high on the brass, and sliding down head first so that she came to rest on the stage at the same moment the last song ended.

Aware that there was more applause and cheering than there had been any time during the rest of the night, she paused part way through the curtains and shimmied her hips, showing her firm ass off for the crowd. She was tempted to look back at the vice cop, as if to taunt him for watching her instead of pretending he was above sexual attraction or the heavy flirtation that was the norm in the strip club. Instead, she chose to ignore his presence entirely.

"Damn, girl," Hilary smiled at her wolfishly, "That's like waving a red cape at a bull." Gabi was leaning on the petite auburn haired stripper and nodded her head in agreement.

"Careful with that new girl," she warned, "Levy's been doing this a long time. He knows how to make you pay without making it look like he's after you."

"He's afraid of how women make him feel," Ann countered, giggling, "It was fun teasing him... teasing them all," she admitted, "Making them wonder if I would step over the line." The other women shrugged, and Gabi stepped up to watch the stripper who had followed Ann's performance.

"Well, you made it a harder set for Kelli," the more experienced dancer pointed out before Ann had gotten out of the passage way and into the dressing room. Ann paused. She had not considered that. Part of her wanted to argue that Kelli could shake her ass more enthusiastically, too, if she was worried about it. But she did not want to have problems with the dancers... Hilary knew what she had done, and it would only take one angry fellow dancer to cause real problems...

"I'll share my tips from that set," she said, flopping heavily into her seat and waving at Rachael, one of the barmaids considering making the transition to performer. The curly haired waitress spent much of her shift getting drinks for the dancers. "I'd like another drunk cranberry, Rach," she pointed at the empty tumbler on her make up table.

While she waited, Ann considered going out, guessing there would be customers who wanted a lap dance. She giggled, wondering if officer Levy might want one. Having some drunk perv try to grope her so late in the night, though, might cause more problems, and Les was not sending anyone after her, so she sat, listening to the other dancers talk about what they had done that day and planned for the rest of their non-working weekends. And she told herself to take it easy on the drink, knowing she was already a little tipsy. She joked with the other girls, agreeing that the next shift would have to be better, assuming Vice wasn't there as a buzzkill.

She was surprised when Rachel reappeared with a second fresh drink as her next spot in the rotation came up.

"Les says to skip you," the young hang around said, "Kelli, you're next." The mousy dancer did not seem upset about the change, but then she already knew she was getting some of Ann's tip money, so why would she be angry.

"Does Les want some company?" Ann asked Rachel, because the club owner liked having one or two of the dancers in his booth. She sometimes wondered why he had not asked her to sit with him, but assumed it was because of Tom. She looked at the clock, "It's after one?" Rachael shook her head, stepping close to Ann.

"Jacen said you'd know," she almost whispered. Ann felt her eyes go wide, and consciously kept herself from responding for a moment as she looked around the room, but none of the other dancers seemed to be listening.

"Oh yeah, his friend wanted a private, I almost forgot," she hoped she sounded convincing, and stood up, not wanting to answer any questions. She knew she should be embarrassed at how excited she was, but could not keep from hurrying down the dimly lit back hallway to the private's corridor.

She pulled up short, though, at the hidden rear doorway. For some reason she really did not want Mitch to see her sneaking into... but she did not know in which room Jacen and John were waiting. She was relieved to see it was Dean... well, not relieved, exactly, but...

She realized that only one of the dim red lights tucked high above the booths was lit—another mark of just how slow the night was, thanks to Levy. Keeping to the shadows, so that Dean might miss her slipping through the curtain, Ann turned, minimizing even the swing of the heavy velvet drapes, and backing into the booth.

John was there when she turned. Ann paused, making sure that was the name Jacen had used. The man was reclining, staring at her openly, not so differently than he had by the bar, she thought with a smile. The music was already playing, and Ann decided there was no harm in dancing for the bouncer's friend while they awaited his arrival. She giggled, admitting to herself that soon enough she would be doing more than a lap dance.

Swaying seductively to the beat of the music, Pink, she realized, belatedly, but not something she knew, Ann stepped forward until she was astraddle John's thighs. He was staring at her chest, and she wasted no time peeling her top off, and then shimmying her shoulders and watching the man's eyes move back and forth in time with her unfettered breasts.

She bent her knees, letting him support some of her weight as she began to move her hips from side to side. She brought an arm up, resting the wrist on John's shoulder. She licked her lips, looking at him until his eyes came up to meet hers. She held his gaze as she reached down with her free hand to tweak her right nipple, then let her eyes drift down to his crotch.

Pink was beginning the chorus as the married stripped began to pump her hips suggestively, each forward thrust moving her closer to John's crotch. 'When it's late at night, and you're fast asleep, I let my fingers do the walking...' Ann wondered if she had really heard that right. She giggled amazed yet again at the songs available in the back rooms. By the end of the chorus, Ann's breasts were rubbing against John's polo, her nipples fully erect at the friction and the reminder of what was to come. She ground her sex against his, feeling his erection pressing against her.

Leaning forward, Ann let her hair cascade down, onto and behind John's head, and groaning softly. It was a maneuver she knew could finish a guy off during a lap dance. John's hands had come up, gripping her ass, pulling her against him. She leaned back, opening the space between their chests and increasing the pressure at her crotch.

"Mmm," she purred, and then gasped as John's lips found her right nipple and began to suck. She shivered, remembering the night Jacen had done that... and that soon her big black lover would be thrusting that amazing cock into her once again. 'I'm almost there, then you turn and look at me...' Eyes closed, Ann was riding John's cock, hungry for more. When he pushed her away she blushed, aware she had been fantasizing about Jacen's arrival.

"Sorry," she mumbled, shifting back. She looked down at the wet spot she had left on John's pants. He reached down, she thought to wipe at the smear of her excitement. Instead, he pulled his zipper down, then unbuttoned his jeans. She could see he wore print boxers, which had a wet spot of their own from his own arousal. He was still pushing at her, and Ann stood, still astraddle his legs. John took his hand off of Ann's bare midriff. As she looked down, still swaying to the music, he lifted his hips, hooking his thumbs into the waist band of his pants and underwear, and pushing them down to his knees. Ann found her eyes fixed on his erection... and the knowledge that another man not her husband was about to have her somehow spurred her excitement.

'I press record, I become a fiend...' She reached down, hand closing around him, and wanked up and down, while using her free hand to tweak her love hardened nipple. John's gaze came up from watching her wank him to her bare chest.

"I, uh, couldn't let you keep doing that," John told her sheepishly. Ann eased back off of John's lap, dragging his pants along until they fell of their own weight to his ankles. She still held his erection in her hand, and had considered moving forward instead to truly ride him. But as her fingers worked up and down his shaft, she had realized he was not that big... Barely longer than Tom. She looked back at the curtain; still no Jacen.

And then Ann knew what he was waiting for; she remembered starting with Angel before the bouncer had taken her the last time. She shivered in anticipation as she dropped to her knees between John's , his pants and boxers trapped beneath her. Pulling his cock away from his paunch, Ann leaned forward and ran her tongue teasingly around its crown.

"Ohh!" John groaned, hand grasping the arms of the plush chair, his pelvis rising. Ann let the head of his cock slip between her lips, but raised her head, keeping him from getting any deeper. She swirled her tongue around his glans, sucked lightly, then released him with a noisy 'plop.' She looked up at him, holding his gaze as she licked from the base to the tip, then engulfed just the head again. His eyes flickered closed, hands coming up and tangling in her hair.

Ann shimmied her hips, hoping Jacen had slipped into the booth. Reaching back with her right hand, she pulled her panties aside, baring her dripping seam. She stopped teasing John, dropping slowly to the root of his cock, tongue working and sucking at him hard the entire stroke and back before releasing him again. His groan was almost a whine, and instead of trying to choke her with his cock, his hands were actually pushing at her. She paused, looking up at him, and licked her lips.

"Mmm, that tastes so good, honey," she purred, still shimmying her hips. "Do you like that?" John nodded. He seemed to have forgotten how to talk. "I'm so wet," she husked, "Do you want me to stop?" John shook his head frantically. Ann giggled, licked at the bottom of his cockhead, and then engulfed him once again. As she dove fully onto him, she reached down between her legs, teasing her aroused clit. God she wanted Jacen inside of her. She spread her labia, tilting her pelvis in an open invitation while bobbing on John's cock, sucking at him hungrily.

Frustrated, she went back to frigging her buzzing clit, the excitement she felt pushing her to suck harder and faster. She was close to an orgasm playing with herself when John groaned again, and without warning began to cum, spuming into her mouth. Ann froze, swallowing automatically. And then again. But then John was done. She sucked at him slowly as she backed off, cleaning him the way Jacen liked. She sat up, smiling at John, who was panting, staring up at the ceiling. Feeling ignored, Ann was tempted to lean back down and nip at his shriveling manhood.

She looked back, and was surprised that it was still just the two of them. Feeling suddenly out of place... or at least too naked to be there with a man she did not really know, Ann reached down, pulling the narrow crotch of her thong back into place. She reached for her top at the same time that John hurriedly began to pull his pants up. He seemed as nervous as she felt, and without waiting for her nearly bolted from the room, going straight through the curtain. Ann was torn between hurrying after him—the dancers were supposed to stay with the customers all the way back out to the main floor—and making sure she did not have a bare breast hanging out. Or more importantly a streamer of jism on her cheek. She wiped at her face, checked that her halter top was on the right way, and that her thong was in place. The wet spot would not show.

'Right there on the TV screen, on the TV...' The song ended, and Ann blinked, had they only been there for four or five minutes?! Then the track began again, and she reached over, finding the 'stop' button. She paused, looking around the room, making sure there was no evidence of what they had done. Tom's suggestion he might come to the club sprang to mind, and she was suddenly anxious. And still horny, she realized... she had not climaxed while she was taking care of Jacen's friend.

She was so addled, Ann nearly missed the glint of silver on the small table beside the plush chair where John had been sitting. She picked it up. It was not silver at all, but a silver colored plastic coin of some sort. It was heavier than the poker chips they had at home. On one side the club logo was embossed. On the other side, an old English style J was etched. For John.

Ann guessed it was some sort of memento, maybe a worry stone. She knew some of the dancers had Dzi beads, something she had never seen before. She rushed out of the booth, meaning to catch up to John to return it to him. She paused in the dark hallway, though, remembering the possibility Tom might be out on the main floor. And she decided that she really did not want to ask Dean about a customer leaving the privates unescorted. Or draw officer Levy's attention.

Instead, she palmed the coin and turned away from the main floor, taking the back hallway to the dressing room. After all, she could give it to Jacen when he turned up. She paused at that thought, pressing her thighs together in a vain attempt to deny or quench the need she still felt.

Trying to look nonchalant, she went to her station and flopped into the chair. Without really thinking about why she was careful not to let any of the other girls see the coin, letting it drop into her bag and then rummaging through it for a moment, retrieving a bottle of Tylenol as if that had been her intent. She put two of the gel caps into her mouth and picked up the drink that had been left at her station. It was another drunken cranberry, of course, and after she had swallowed the pain killers, she wondered if she was going to be all right to drive home. She set the glass back down, and tried to gossip with the few remaining dancers.

The music died a few minutes later, and the women uncharacteristically lounging in the back grabbed purses and bags and headed out. Ann followed a few toward the cashier, assuming the rest had already dealt with the night's earnings, or had opted not to worry about it as depressing as the room was going to be.

Although she knew she had done well in her last set, Ann was surprised at the receipt Tom handed her. Or more accurately, she was surprised that there were four twenty dollar bills clipped under the receipt.

"I didn't want anything back tonight," she started. Tom was looking at her expectantly.

"That's not an option," he said after a moment, frowning slightly. Ann opened her mouth to argue, then stopped, puzzled as well. There was a low chuckle behind her, and she turned to see Jacen sauntering down the hall.

"Where were you?" she stopped herself, "I..."

"Missed me?" Jacen winked not at her, but at Mr. Webb. "Sorry, I got tied up." Ann glared at him, but he flexed—not shrugged—and the movement of his shoulder muscles even in the dim light captured Ann's attention. She remembered the way his shoulders bunched as he loomed over her, thrusting into her. Her body responded, and she turned away toward the cashier, wanting to deny the bouncer the pleasure of knowing what effect he had on her, even when she was angry with him.

"I don't understand, Tom," she started, "I tell you what I want and the rest goes into savings..."

"The club can't be responsible for your... ancillary earnings," the cashier responded.

"My what?" Ann was puzzled.

"But you have to return the, uhm, token," Tom prompted. Ann frowned at him, clueless. She started as Jacen dipped his hand into her purse.

"What are you?!" He withdrew his hand, holding the silver coin, "How did you?!" She watched in puzzlement as Jacen handed the coin to Mr. Webb.

"Well, you don't have any pockets," the bouncer said quietly into her ear. Tom held a ten dollar bill out to Jacen, which he took while Ann was trying to understand what had happened. She looked back, relieved she had waited to be the last dancer in line.

"Wasn't that John's?" she asked Jacen as they moved past the window toward the exit.

"What?" Jacen's eyes threatened to distract her.

"That coin. I thought John left it." She tried to remember if she had ever seen any of the other dancers turning coins in to Mr. Webb. "I was going to give it to you to get it back to him."

"Was he that good?" Jacen's tone sounded teasing.

"What?" Ann rolled her eyes, "No. He didn't last an entire song. And he ran out before I could do more than blow him. And you didn't show up for the fun."