Taken by a Stripper Pt. 05

By this point I knew telling this story was taking a toll on her. Her voice was starting to break, and she stopped to take a long pull on her coffee. Once she set her cup down, I reached over and took her hand to try to comfort her. As her face turned to look at me a single tear escaped from one of her eyes. Instinctively I took the thumb of my free hand and wiped it off.

"It's ok." I said softly. "You don't have to say anymore if you don't want to."

For better or worse that seemed to open the floodgates and suddenly she was balling. I stood up and pulled her into my arms and held her as she cried into my chest.

"Oh, Danny it's been awful!" she whaled. "When no one else was willing to hire me, I had to take a job at the club as a stripper and try not to cringe when all those perverts tip me and leer at me."

I held her and stroked her back as she sobbed not ignorant to the irony that I was one on those perverts she was just complaining about.

Once she cried herself out, she looked up at me and said, "You'd never know I have a degree in finance. Then of course when Tillman stock dropped like a stone, so did my own investments. I had accumulated a lot of their stock over the four years I worked there and put a lot of my own savings into it thinking it would be a good investment."

Bambi rested her head against my chest again as she continued, "With my savings gone in an instant and no income I quickly lost everything. That's when I took the job at the club when I had no other options. I waited too long to swallow my pride and soon found myself at the hotel with Stan and having to play his games to keep from being homeless."

We stood still and quiet for a few more minutes as she just rested her head against my chest. Finally, she looked up at me and said, "Can we make some breakfast? I'm hungry."

"Of course." I said. as we let go of each other. Then thinking a little humor might be just what we both needed at that point I said, "Though Jimmy next door will be disappointed that the show is over."

Bambi suddenly looked around slightly panicked. "You mean we were being watched?! I'm half dressed!" she said as she suddenly pulled the bottom of her shirt down even though it went about halfway down her thighs.

All I could do is bust out laughing. Once she realized she had been had she scowled at me and tried to look mad, but I could tell she was holding back laughter.

"You little shit!" she said playfully swatting me before she was overcome with laughter. As she tried to hit me again, I took advantage of her exposed side and poked her in the rib.

"Ow!" she squealed and tried to hit me for the third time. This time I went in double barreled and began to tickle her sides just under her armpits. She started laughing out of control and leaned into me as I continued to tickle her.

"Danny please!" she said in between laughing but I showed her no mercy. I tickled her a little longer as she leaned harder into me laughing harder and harder before she said, "Danny please you're going to make me wet myself!" I figured that was probably the appropriate limit and stopped. She giggled for a little longer as she tried to catch her breath. Once she caught her breath, she pulled off of me and looked up at me again with what I knew was a mock scowl.

"You little shit! That wasn't funny!" she said.

"All's fair in love and war." I said coyly which got me an elbow in the ribs.

We continued to laugh as we went inside. "Do you really think I would have let you go outside dressed like that if I thought we might be watched? I mean there's a privacy fence for a reason."

She laughed again as she said, "Ok, ok, I had a blond moment you don't have to rub it in."

"Yeah, but you're feeling better than you were a few minutes ago." I said grinning at her.

She suddenly looked at me affectionately before saying, "You always make me feel better." Then she gave me that smile that never failed to make my heart flutter.

"Let's get something to eat." I said as I opened the fridge and began to see what we had. I pulled everything out of the fridge and told her, "You relax I'll cook since I just tormented you."

She gave me a fierce look before saying, "Oh no you don't. Then you'll say I owe you something. Move, I'll do it."

"You can't boss me around in my own kitchen." I said chuckling.

She turned to face me after putting a pan on the stove and said, "Rock paper scissors." I chuckled as we both took position to play. Her scissors beat my paper and she smirked at me in triumph.

"Ha! I win, now move!" she said as she turned back to the counter and booted me to the side with her hips.

I sat down at the table and watched her work. The way she cooked always looked a little chaotic, but always came out good, so I never argued with it. Once she was deep into getting everything going, she half turned back to me and said,

"You mind getting some toast going?"

"Oh, now you want my help?" I asked coyly.

"Don't be cute." she shot back as I got up and pulled the bread out. As I moved around her, I couldn't help but take the opportunity again to give her another poke in her side. Another squeal and she said, "You're going to make me burn this bacon."

"It'll be perfect like it always is when you do it." I said as I dropped a couple of slices of bread in the toaster. She looked over at me and smiled and right on cue my hear skipped a beat. Damn...the things I'd be willing to do or at least think about doing just to see that sweet smile of hers.

I got the toast made and despite her earlier protests I did end up helping her finish the rest of the spread before we sat down to eat.

As we dug in, I asked, "You working until close tonight?"

"Yeah, they just about always make me work until close after I've been off." she said.

My mind had been working on what she had told me of her situation, at least a little bit, ever since she had told me what had happened. I was a little hesitant to bring it back up but decided it would probably not get any less awkward at least in the immediate future so I plowed on.

"You know it might be worth talking to a lawyer about your firing from Tillman." I said.

She looked up from eating and said, "Really?" giving me a curious look

"Yeah. It sounds to me based on what you've said that they fired you for being a whistle blower and your ex-boss got you fired to retaliate against you for getting him in hot water. That's against the law." I told her.

"I'm not sure." she said tentatively.

"Well, it's your decision, but I think you should see if you could recoup some type of settlement from them." I told her. "They shafted you for no other reason than the fact that you called the SEC on them, and you rejected your boss's advances. You know most lawyers don't charge for just a consultation and a lot of times they don't get paid unless you do, so it can't hurt to at least talk to them and see if you have a case."

"Ok, I'll think about it." she said softly.

"Like I said I'm just giving you an option." I said.

"What I'd really like is to get a job that doesn't require me to take my clothes off in front of a bunch of perverts." she said.

I couldn't ignore the white elephant in the room this time and said, "I'm not sure I'm qualified to speak on that since I was one of those perverts and that's how we met."

She giggled a little and said, "Well you're the exception to the rule."

I took a drink of coffee and said, "I'll be honest with you, before I met you, I was never big on going to strip clubs."

She gave me another curious look before saying, "Really? You've spent a fortune on my acts."

Re-using her line I said, "Well you were the exception to the rule. About 6 months ago my girlfriend and I broke up after a yearlong relationship and while I wasn't ready for another relationship, I was ready to see some skin up close. So, maybe I'm not any better than your other customers."

"Yes, you are." she said in a soft yet firm and determined voice. I looked up at her as she continued, "You helped me when no one else would. Much like you I relocated here to take the job at Tillman, and worked a lot so I didn't have time to make friends. My mom and dad are dead, and my sister and I haven't spoken in years, so I had no one to turn to for help when all the shit hit the fan." Another tear escaped her eye as another piece of the puzzle fit into place for me. I was wondering why she hadn't gone to her family for help, but she really didn't have one.

"Look at me." I said in my own soft but firm voice. Her eyes slowly moved up to meet mine and I could see the sadness there again as I told her, "We'll figure this out. I promise." She nodded somberly.

"Henny Youngman used to say, 'If at first you don't succeed, well so much for skydiving.'" I said dryly. It took the remark a few seconds to kick in but once it did she busted out laughing.

"Oh my god that's awful!" she said as she continued to laugh.

"Yeah, but you're smiling and laughing again, so for me that's mission accomplished." I said.

After breakfast turned into just about a repeat of the night before where we ended up watching movies until it was time for Bambi to go to work. She never even changed out of her nightshirt until she had to get ready to go to work.

I was sitting on the sofa scrolling through the channel guide trying to find something to watch when Bambi re-appeared. She had taken a shower, so she smelled like vanilla and coconut and was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans looking sexy as all get up.

"Danny I'm getting fat living here." she said matter of factly. "My clothes are getting tighter; I might have to get new ones." So, my mind wasn't playing games with me, she was gaining weight. I thought her clothes seemed a little more snug on her, but I thought maybe it was just me. Not in a bad way mind you more like she was filling out her body a bit more and in my book it looked good.

I stood up was we moved towards the door and said, "You are not getting fat, you're gorgeous."

As we got to her car, she pulled me into a hug and said, "Have a good night Danny." before kissing me on the neck.

"I'll leave the light on for you." I told her ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. "Call me if you need me."

I was back inside after she drove off with the images of her in those skintight jeans and low-cut t-shirt that I now knew were too small. The image of those jeans hugging her hips and backside wouldn't leave my mind and I was soon rock hard.

After making sure Bambi was gone, I went back to my room knowing if I didn't relieve the tension down below it would just drive me crazy all night. I ended up skipping the bed and went into the bathroom and quickly stripped off my clothes and got in the shower. I wrapped my hand around my already full staff hardon and began to pull. Images of Bambi's hips in those jeans still flooding my mind had my dick throbbing within seconds of starting to stroke it.

I wanted to prolong the session, so I slowed my stroking to a crawl several times when my dick started to throb more intensely. After probably half a dozen times of edging myself, my cock felt like a steel rod and the pressure there and in my balls was intense. As I was gently stroking one more image of Bambi's ass in those jeans under the exposed skin of her lower back was all it took, and I was blasting a load of cum all over my shower wall. I hadn't jacked off since coming home earlier in the week and hearing Bambi doing the same, so I had a good load built up.

My mind was fuzzy for a few minutes post orgasm and I had to lean on the shower wall to keep my balance. Once my vision and senses cleared, I couldn't help but be impressed at the massive load slowly oozing down the wall. Since I was already in the shower I decided to go ahead and use it for its designed purpose and cleaned up.

Once I got cleaned up, I heated myself up some dinner and found another movie to watch. After finishing one movie and starting another at some point I dozed off and the next thing I know I was being woken up by the phone ringing. As my mind and body slowly came to life, I looked at my phone on the end table and saw it was Bambi calling. I grabbed it and quickly picked up.

"Hi babe what's up?" I said.

"Danny, can you come pick me up? My car won't start." she asked sounding stressed.

My first instinct was to tell her to see if someone could jumpstart it for her there, but then the image of her alone at night in a less than great area of town changed my mind. "I'll be there as soon as I can." I said. "Get in the car and lock the doors and stay there."

About 20 minutes later I pulled into the parking lot of the club and found Bambi sitting in her car and Steve, the bartender, standing outside of it talking to her through the partially open window. I pulled into the space next to her feeling a little relieved that Bambi wasn't alone.

I got out of my explorer as Steve greeted me, "Ah so you're the night in shining armor. I'm surprised but then again I'm not."

I shook his hand and said, "Thanks for looking after her."

I then moved over to Bambi sitting in the car and said, "Hi babe. What's wrong with the car?"

"I just wont start. You turn the key and it does nothing. See." she said before turning the key. When she turned the key all the car did was make a single click.

Steve then interjected and said. "We tried jumping it, but it didn't help."

"Hmm." I said. "It's probably a bad starter. Nothing we can do about that tonight. Come on love grab your stuff and let's get home. Any problems with it sitting here overnight Steve?"

"Nope," Steve said. "It's not like anyone is going to steal it." he added, and we all chuckled.

Bambi grabbed her bag and got out of the car. "Thanks for waiting with me Steve." she said.

"Sure, thing kid. We don't want anything to happen to you." Steve said.

After we said our goodbyes Bambi and I were headed down the road when she said, "Steve said he wasn't surprised it was you who showed up."

"Well, he and I developed a bit of a rapport when I was a regular customer." I said. "He used to give me your showtimes so I would know when to come. That's why he wasn't surprised when I showed up."

"So that's how you always showed up for my acts." she said. "Ooh I'm going to tease him about that."

"Hey, he was drumming you up business." I said. "And himself."

"I know I'm just playing." she said. "Steve looks out for all the girls there. Kind of looks at them like younger sisters or nieces. He must have had a good feeling about you if he gave you, my schedule."

As we continued to make our way home I said, "You'll have to call a wrecker and get your car taken to a shop tomorrow. Do you have a good mechanic?"

"Not really." she said. "When I worked at Tillman I had a nice Buick and went to the dealer for service. When I lost that I had to get that clunker you see me with now for $600 and I'm surprised it's gotten me this far."

"When we get home I'll give you my mechanic Pete's card. You can call him in the morning, and he can send a wrecker. Tell him you know me, and he'll treat you good." I told her.

We got home and Bambi quickly went to her room to change clothes while I searched my wallet for Pete's business card. I had found it was and was scrounging up a snack when she re-appeared. I had to stop myself from doing a double take when I glanced what she was wearing. Instead of the gray t-shirt that she had been wearing to bed since the night she moved in she was wearing a pink pajama set consisting of a tight spaghetti strap pink Cami top and a pair of pink cotton shorts with white hearts on them. Like some of her other clothes they looked a little snug on her and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra was clearly evident by the fact that I could see her nipples pressing firmly against the front of the top. My dick immediately lurched up in my undies.

"Here's Pete's card." I said holding it out to her as I tried to keep my eyes on her face and not her chest or bare legs.

"Ok thanks." she said taking it. "I'll call him in the morning. So much for saving some money."

"Well, it's a good thing you're living somewhere where the rent is cheap." I said and we both grinned.

"Thanks Danny, you're a lifesaver." she said before coming up to me and stepping up on her tip toes and kissing me on the cheek. This time I had to ignore the butterflies and a raging erection. And maybe it was just my imagination, but I thought for a split second I felt her leg brush the front of my shorts and my hardon.

"Well, I think I'm going to go to bed, and I know you've got to be up early, so good night." she said smiling at me.

"Yeah, good night." I said and she turned to head back to her room. I couldn't help but stare at her gorgeous hips and ass in those tight pink shorts (with clear visible panty lines!) until she went in her room. I quickly finished the snack I had started eating before heading to my own room to deal with my own pent-up arousal for the second time that night.

Once in my room I was nude in a flash and laying on my bed wrapping my hand around my erection. I shut my eyes and saw Bambi in those pjs in my mind as I gave my cock a couple of strokes. I moaned to myself as I let off my cock that was already starting to throb. I was about to stroke again when I heard what sounded like a throat being cleared. I opened my eyes and saw Bambi standing there with a devilish look on her face.

"You want some help with that?!" she asked sensually.