Inspired by Bettybooper (seen on the left)

Yes, I must admit, working in a strip joint does have its advantages, but I never expected those advantages to be so good!

Monday nights was always fun, because it was the day that the new dancers for the week would start at the club where I dealt cards. Sometimes this would be a treat, and other times not. But this week was going to be one to remember.

I was setting up the blackjack table for the opening at 5 p.m. one Monday afternoon. Usually, around 4:30 or so, you would see the dancers file into the bar to get changed and ready for the show. You could easliy spot them with their duffel bags, CD cases, etc. I then noticed this one woman entering the door. She was blonde, and very busty. She walked in and began scanning the bar, her �home� for the week. She spotted me and noticed that I was watching her, and she stolled over to the table as I layed out the cards for the night�s work.

�Howdy,� she said as she walked up to me, smiling.

�And how are you doing?� I asked.

�Very well, thanks,� she replied. �Say, can you tell me where I am supposed to put my things and dress?�

I seem to have this �duty� each and every Monday when a new dancer comes in. �Well, there is a motel here, if you need a place to stay. The office is right next door, and the rooms are upstairs�. Pointing, I continued, �The dressing room is over there, that first door as you go behind the bar.�

She thanked me, smiling, and toodled off toward the motel lobby. I thought to myself that this one was a real looker, and I hoped that she danced as well as she looked. Sometimes in the business, you�ll see those who can dance their asses off, and just aren�t the most attractive thing that you�ve ever seen, or those that just looked like a dream and just couldn�t dance. It was a real treat when one came around that had both.

In the passing moments prior to 5 o�clock, the customers began to slowly move into the bar and make their way to good seats near the stage in anticipation of this week�s showsters. Always the first tables to fill were the ones right next to the stage, the area commonly known to regulars at the bar as �Sniffer�s Row�, a crude but sometimes accurate name for it.

I heard the squeak of the door from the lobby area of the motel opening. I looked around and saw her again, with her duffel bag and CD bag, and wearing a short, soft robe. I immediately noticed she had very nice legs, long legs in relation to the rest of her body. She went to the dressing room to relieve her hands of the rest of her outfits and came back out with her CD�s and strutted toward the stage. From the crowd you could hear someone say, �Look! Next booty on duty.� Her head never turned, because she must have heard this line every week for as long as she has been working as a dancer. She was wearing a red robe, silky looking, with white featherly trim around the collar, down the opening and on the end of the sleeves. The robe was tied off around the waist, and it was obvious that she was very well endowed, because as the opening of the robe was closed around her waist, it would not fit around her breasts, so there was much cleavage showing though and they really stood up, appearing to be nearly under her chin. She was also wearing high heels, common to most dancers, but these really flattered her calves. They were very well toned and so was her thighs--it is obvious that she really works hard dancing seeing how fit her legs looked.

She, knowing that every eye in the bar was on her, strutted up to the stage and up the stairs to it. She was facing away from everyone as she bent over to set her CDs down next to the player that was onstage. And, oh my, what an ass this woman had! You could see everything but her �goods� as her red thong showed from the raised bottom of her robe as she purposely stayed in that position for several minutes, selecting her music for the first set of the evening.

She selected a slow, blusy song and begin to move. And to make a long story short, I�m so glad that no one wanted to play cards for those next 30 minutes, because it was definitely a set to remember. After her first set was up, she re-robed herself and exited the stage in the same manner as she had entered it.

But instead of heading directly for the dressing room, she made her way toward the gaming area where I was standing, eyes wide.

She leaned over the table, and in a somewhat whispering voice said, �When is your night off this week, honey? I noticed you watching me, and I would like to give you a special treat, if you would like to come and watch.�

�Wednesday,� I replied. �And I�m usually here on my night�s off anyway, but I�d be glad to be here. I look forward to it.�

Wednesday came. I arrived at the bar around 4 o�clock, wanting to get in some pool before the show started. I shot several games with buddies of mine, and time flew by as 5 o�clock was nearing. Wanting a good seat, but not to be too obvious, I picked up my drink and moved just a row back of sniffer�s row. No sooner than I had sat down and lit a cigarette did she emerge from the dressing room, complete again with her CDs. She was wearing a western outfit: A blue western shirt with frills, tight cut off jean shorts, bright blue and short cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. This outfit flattered her. She looked natural and quite comfortable in this outfit, and looked really good--in fact, she was a knock out.

On her way to the stage, she detoured without missing a step long enough to lip to me, �Glad you made it.� She walked up the steps and did her routine of selecting her music.

�Damn,� I thought, as I watched that lovely ass in those cut offs. That has got to be one of my favorite things to see a woman dressed in, and she really reinforced my opinion of this.

Surprisingly, because of her outfit, she selected once again blusy, rhythmic music, which I think is the best dancing music that there is for this type of dancing. She began to move, flowing with the music. I watched her for several minutes, song after song. About 20 minutes into her 30 minute set, she was now only wearing her boots, a blue silky thong and her hat. Throughout this 20 minutes, while performing, I�d notice her watching me, as if I was the only man in the bar, and she was doing this all for me.

About this time I felt that it was time for me to go and give her a tip. I would always tip a dancer a dollar if I watched them--it was only right, they worked hard for their money, and they deserved it, but if I really liked their show, they would receive much more. As I reached down into my pants pocket, I retrieved a $10 bill and stood up and went to the same steps that she had entered the stage from to give her her tip. I walked up and stood on the last step up before the stage surface. Customers weren�t allowed on stage of course, but sometimes, since I worked at the bar and knew everyone really well, rules would be bent on my account. I stood there watching her. She glanced over at me and smiled, and proceeded to grind her ass for another customer on �the row� that she was about to get another tip from. She did this for about three other customers, and I stood there feeling a bit dorky just standing there, thinking maybe she had forgotten that I was there. The music that was playing stopped, and we all applauded. She then went over to the CD player and took the CD out and put in another. It was a slow, sexy seductive song, one that brought me chills as I heard it start. I noticed as she reached for it that she had a very soft blanket on stage with her, and she carefully spreaded it out in the middle of the stage. Meanwhile, I�m still standing there, wondering what�s up her ass tonight, and why was she leaving me here like this.

About this time, she dropped onto all fours onto the blanket, and then she snapped her head around towards me. She had not forgotten about me after all, as she used the blanket to crawl over to me, very very slowly, keeping the blanket under her. Her eyes locked onto mine, she continued in my direction, and then stopped just a few inches from my feet, looking up into my eyes. She paused briefly, and raised up onto her knees. Suddenly, she reached for the waist of my jeans and purposely fell back, pulling me over on top of her. Again, this was normally unacceptabe behavior for the dancers, because they weren�t allowed to make contact with the customers, but I�m thankful that I had some �pull� in the club. The bar grew quiet, except for the music and our breaths ringing out into each others� faces. I was now looking her eye to eye, noses touching, and the bulge that she had caused in my jeans was pressing against her body. I could tell from her eyes that she noticed, and she was enjoying what she had done to me. All the guys in the bar begin to howl and wolf whistle as they had just seen their own dreams come true. She danced around a bit under me, and it really felt so good.

As I began to reluctantly get up again, she whispered, �I want to see you after work tonight. I�m in room C-44 upstairs. I want to see you there.�

I nodded in agreement, as I knew no words could escape my tight throat at that very moment, but a big smile did manage to drape my whole face.

The hours passed between then and 1 a.m., closing time for the bar. During her sets, I�d watch her show. During the other times, I�d either be watching the other dancers or shooting pool. 1 a.m. came, and I knew the time was here. I went through the lobby and upstairs to the room. I waited outside her door, knowing that it would take her time to gather her things from downstairs and make her way up to her room. Several minutes passed and I saw her turn the corner, her �tools� in her hand, making her way toward me. I took the things from her hand as she looked for her room key.

�I�m glad to see that you made it,� she said. �I was afraid that you may not show up, being that we don�t know each other very well.�

�Babe, there is no way that I was going to miss an opportunity like this,� I proudly proclaimed. �After the show you put on for me and the way you treated me, I could not refuse.�

She unlocked her door, and I followed her into her room and I sat her stuff down on the dresser in the room. �Get undressed and lay on the bed, and I�ll be back in a few minutes,� she said as she went into the bathroom.

I now know that I�m in for a treat, but can�t imagine what she is up to. I could see a very mischievous look on her face as she spoke her last request, and knew it was going to be good, but I certainly didn�t bargain for what was about to happen. I undressed and laid down in the middle of the bed, wondering what would happen next.

Several moments passed, and then the bathroom door swung open revealing her in the exact same outfit that I saw her in during her first set of the night. Somehow she must have made her way up to her room inbetween sets to �plant� this in her room, because it obviously wasn�t in her things that she brought up from downstairs--it was now on her. She looked at me, smiling at the surprised look on my face and the favor that my face showed. She went and got from her things a CD from her bag and walked over slowly to a portable player that she had set up on the nightstand. As the music began to play, I immediately recognized it as the same music that she was playing during the time that she pulled her little �episode� downstairs earlier. She turned and looked at me, tilting her hat to one side, and surpisingly after 8 hours of dancing all night, she began a dance as if she hadn�t danced a step all night. A slow, tantalizing movement she had, as I immediately began to grow hard from the sight of her slow grind. She was smiling big at me, watching my cock grow hard with approval of what she was doing. Her eyes moved to mine, as she slowly began to unbutton her shirt. As the buttons let go of her, unlike on stage, I noticed that she was wearing nothing underneath her shirt. She finished unbuttoning her shirt, and let it hang draped over her large breasts. Standing at the foot of the bed, still now, she motions to me with a single finger to come to her. As in a trance, I gladly went. She asked me to sit on the edge of the bed, and again I obeyed her charm. She dropped down to her knees, carefully making sure that her breasts would not become completely exposed yet, and looked down at my now engorged rod, and looked back up to my eyes and flashed a smile of sincere approval of it. She tilted her head to one side as she gazed upon it again, taking it into her hand, feeling it, squeezing it lightly as if in disbelief of the beauty of it. Placing her hands on the front of her tits, she held the shirt so that most of them showed, but again concealing her nipples, and leaned over to brush the skin of them that was showing against the head of my cock. It began to twitch to the touch of her soft skin on it and her movements. She then grabbed my cock with them and pressed them together firmly engulfing it deeply within the deep space of her very large breasts, moving them alternately up and down. The sensation of this brings a loud moan out of me as I arch my back slightly so that she can get to it better. She then begins to pick up the pace of her breasts, stroking my cock more rapidly now, throwing her head back in the pleasure of what she is doing to me and the anticipation of having my cock in her soon.

Her eyes glossy now and filled with sheer lust, she looks up at me once again as she lowers her head down toward the swollen deep red mushroom head of my cock and takes just it into her mouth. Her teeth lightly hold onto it, just at the crease below the head, she begins to flicker her tongue on the base of the head, and sucks on it lightly. I growl loudly as I take her pretty hair and stroke it as her tongue strokes me. She�s teasing me severely now, and she knows it, taking great pleasure in performing her oral talents on my ever-so-tight now cock. Without warning, her teeth turn loose and her head drops onto my cock, allowing the whole thing into her, as I feel the tickle of her throat on the head, and I gasp for air as if it is my last breath to live. I grab her hair and hold on, as she begins to fuck me with her hot, wet mouth. Sucking and twisting her head around, she reaches down to cup my balls into her hand, squeezing lightly and caressing them. I look down and notice for a moment as her head is now banging up and down on my cock deep that her shirt has come open to reveal those huge, lovely tits, with nipples now rock hard. I gasp again as I feel my balls rise slightly as she brings me to the edge of cumming. Feeling this, she pumps me more rapidly, wanting my cum in her throat. A few strokes later, she moans, and I feel the vibrations of it all over my shaft, and the load of my jism in my balls lets go and finds its way through my orgasming cock and into her throat. She stops pumping and lowers her head onto my cock all the way--her face is in my pubic hair, and she begins swallowing repeatedly--my head is in her throat, and I feel every swallow, as I�m shooting all of my juices directly into her throat. I finish cumming, and she slowly gives me the final stroke to milk me as she moves her head back and lets my cock slide out softly.

She no longer is interested in undressing slowly, as she removes her shorts and thong, losing her hat in the midst of the greatest blowjob that I have ever gotten. She bends over to remove her boots and walks around and climbs into the bed and lays back, invitingly. Needing no more encouragement, I raise up and place myself between her legs. I lean forward and begin a soft but firm caress of her breasts and nipples, which are by now standing out to their fullest erection. They are by far the largest breasts that I�ve ever had the pleasure to touch, and they are beautiful. I lean over more to take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck, and she moans loud and begins to squirm around slightly. I then leave her mountains and move back down towards her sweetness, which I see her pubic hair glistening from her wetness. I can also see with her legs parted that her clit has already began its ascent into full swelling. I place my hands behind her knees a moment to coax her into bending her knees up slightly, then I lower my head to her pussy. Placing each of my thumbs to each side of her clit, I pull the lips around it slightly apart and press the tip of my tongue and my lips against it. I feel every muscle in her body tense to this, and then I move back and forth across it, feeling it swell and watching her pussy fill fuller with her juices. I look to her eyes, and lock a lust-filled gaze into them, as I pick up the pace more, feeling her body involuntarily moving about at the sensation. Leaving one hand in place, I take the other hand and place two fingers at the entrance of her wet pleasure. Her legs spread wider at the anticipation of the violation of my fingers as I slowly insert them, as I continue the onslaught of my lips and tongue against her near-popping clit. After she became accustomed to my fingers, I insert a third finger, and she nearly screamed out. I now take her clit and lay my tongue on it and move my head across it rapidly now from top to bottom, as I begin to pump her with my fingers. She immediately squeals and withes as shes screams out that she is cumming, and I hold her as still as I can, so I can stroke her with my tongue and keep it in full contact of her clit throughout every second of her orgasm.

Breathing at an alarmingly fast rate, her hair slightly frazzled now, she raises up from her position and tells me that she wants to ride me and fuck me hard. I lay down onto the bed, my cock is swollen even more now, being fresh from one orgasm, coupled with the excitement of her anxiety to have me. She climbs onto me, losing all patience that she has, and guides my cock with her hand to the opening of the source of her new-found frustration. She lowers herself onto me, and takes every inch of me into her, holding steady long enough to catch her breath. She is completely filled up with my cock, with no room to spare at all. After she becomes accustomed to the size of my huge cock, she begins to rock back and forth. I raise my hips slightly at the right times to meet her movements and the tightness of her pussy around my cock feels like I�m going to split her open. She now begins to move up and down, my cock sliding in and out of her, her sweet juices I can feel on my stomach and upper thighs--she is that wet now. She starts to ride very very hard now, not being able to wait any longer--she must cum with my cock inside her. I watch her carefully as her huge tits bounce loudly up and down, crashing, as they meet the nearly-abandoned rhytym of her fucking me. We both feel the explosion about to happen, and we cannot wait any longer. As we are both about to cum, I beg her to fuck me as hard as she can, screaming at her to cum for me, telling her to try to fuck me through the bed. I need her to cum for me so badly, as I want to please her as she is pleasing me. My pleas are all that she needs as she hollers out at each stroke on me, bouncing and making the bed squeak and move a bit, and my hips raising up into her, as I feel the verymost depths of her pussy, feeling the end, not being able to go in any farther. We both scream out as we release and violently fucking each other, our orgasms swilling throughout our bodies. We cum and cum...she reaches several orgasms, over and over, as I manage to actually have a second small but pleasureable orgasm before she stops, and she collapses onto me, exhausted. We lay in each other�s arms as we fall asleep.

It was a hard time the next day explaining how I showed up for work and my car never left the parking lot.

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