As I gathered my stuff and turned out the lights, I thought about my masturbation session the previous night to the tape of Dirk and Chastity in the surrogate room. I chuckled, remembering Dirk’s question about whether our session had been recorded.
“That is too bad,” I said, wishing I had a new tape to masturbate to tonight.
Chapter14
Not All Dick is Good Dick
“Shoot to Thrill”blared over the loudspeakers at The Cherry Pie Gentleman’s Club as I observed from backstage. Light refracted off of silver disco balls and danced across the stage. The warmth of alcohol from my first rum and coke spread through my body, relaxing me.
Wrapped up in a colorful kimono hiding my dark blue bra and g-string, I fought off the goose bumps that were forming on my arms. I had come to the club to dance, enjoy myself, and take the edge off—an edge that had grown sharper over the last three weeks. I just wanted to dance, let loose, and be Muse—my stage name for amateur night.
Some twenty-something girl with either a dancer or gymnastic background flowed smoothly on stage from pole dancing to flips and splits in front of wide-eyed patrons. She had no top on and her perky breasts lured the men surrounding the stage to lean in with their bills. They eagerly awaited their opportunity to slide some currency between the girl’s flesh and her panties. Her youth and athleticism would earn her praise, catcalls, and some cash tonight.
Three weeks had passed since Dirk’s first sensate touch session with Chastity. He had his session with me. Then he had two more sessions with Chastity—each of which had evolved to less clothes and added touches to the genitals—had revealed that Dirk didn’t respond to Chastity physically, like other clients.
He reacted of course. When she grasped his cock, he would harden, but if she didn’t touch him directly there, she got less of a response. Even kissing Chastity did not bring about a full erection. Dirk Baxter had one major erogenous zone. His cock.
In the last session, when he got a hard-on from Chastity’s touch of either her hands or lips, wetness spotted my panties. I admit, I’d watched the video recordings multiple times, and it had fueled many pleasure sessions before I fell asleep each night. Chastity’s hands on his erect cock, stroking it up and down, made my pussy crave his touch. Mostly, it drove my desire to a point beyond boiling.
Carol stepped up to me and touched my shoulder.
“You’re up next.”
I patted her hand on my shoulder and gave her a half-hearted smile.
“You look like hell. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Gee. Thanks, Carol. Yes. I need to do this to take my mind off…”
“Mr. Dark Eyes?” Carol finished my sentence with a smirk.
“No,” I protested. “Work in general. And Ass-Hat.” My ex-husband had been giving me grief. Since my business had made a name for itself and because he literally lived for making my life miserable, he felt I should pay more child-support. That he made twice as much as I did didn’t seem to play a part in the equation.
“What hole did Ass-Hat climb out of this time?”
“A deep, dark one. He wants more child-support.”
“More?”
I nodded as “You Shook Me All Night Long”blared and the young dancer walked off the stage to applause, whistles, and shouts.
“My turn.” I shrugged my kimono off and handed it to Carol. “How do I look?”
She appraised me from head to toe, smiled, and gave me a hug.
“Gorgeous. Break a leg, Reggie.”
“Do we have a treat for you tonight, folks? The last time this dancer graced our stage, we had to pick up jaws and eyeballs off the floor when she finished. Let’s give a warm welcome for Muse!”
“Enter Sandman”by Metallica played over the sound system as I strutted on stage. Six-inch blue heels that matched my g-string and panties tapped the floor as I approached the center of the stage and the pole. It started out slow and had a heavy bass beat.
When the song got to the lyrics oflost in Neverland,I grabbed as high as I could on the pole with my left hand and strutted around the pole once. I smiled as I did and watched the eyes of those lining the stage. After I circled the pole a second time, I kicked off and reached down as low as possible with my left hand and did a carousel spin. Bending my knees so that my heels almost touched my ass, I spun around on the pole two times before settling my feet back on the stage.
I strolled around the pole again, swaying my hips. Guys who had been at the bar had moved to stage seats and every seat was soon taken. The men had been a blur as I spun on the pole and all my troubles and tension slipped away with the spinning, the music, and the flashing lights.
I climbed the pole about halfway and gripped it tightly before swinging my legs up in an inversion. The force of my movement as I lifted my legs above my head caused me to spin. Once, twice, then three times, I spun as all the gawking men appeared upside down to me. When I swung my legs back down, I wrapped one leg around the pole and continued to spin in a fairy sit.
My arms quivered from the effort as I stepped to the front of the stage and back, eyeing the men who offered their money for me to dance for them. They all had stacks of bills waiting to find a new home. I strutted all around the stage before returning for more stunts. The look in their eyes. The lust and pleasure as they scanned my body sent thrills through me.
