Awakening

The scenes in San Francisco were very exciting. I am glad you are bringing your wonderful cast of characters back on stage. As you can imagine, I am looking forward to what you do with Paul. Your sprinkling him here and there is a brilliant tease.
bd-owned

Peak

I think that out of necessity this will be my last story. Because of that I am feeling quite ambitious about it. I know you want Michael to return home quickly, but if I'm up to it, he has quite an odyssey ahead of him. While he will eventually return to his Penelope, he has to weather several adventures before that happens.

Please bear with me.

As always, thank you for your comments and support.

Timmy

Thank you, Paul is going to become a major character in this story.

Vazkor

I love reading your comments. Please keep posting them. While they are insightful, remember that people are incredibly complex.

Donna

Thank you, that might be the nicest comment that could ever be made about my stories. More than anything I want them to be fun.

hotcplindc

Thank you for letting me know that you're enjoying the story. That means a lot to me.

Bd Icqicq

Damn I love that cartoon of the penguin you use.

While I was writing Courtesan I finally realized that for me creating characters was the most enjoyable part of writing. Because of that it becomes hard to end a story. But of course when you start a new story you get to create a new group of characters. I hope you enjoy Chantel and while at this moment Simone only exists in my imagination I'm already in love with her.

All of you, thank you for your comments. I appreciate them.

GH

Tucmister, Chantel and Simone


That night I stayed at a Motel 6 outside of Palm Springs, California. There was a steak house near the motel. I had a small sirloin and a salad for dinner. After dinner I returned to my motel and logged on to the Internet.

There was an email from Jeanne. I opened it.

"Dear Michael,

I am safely at home. Thank you for the wonderful weekend.

I called the girls and told them about our plans for Christmas. They're both excited and certain they can arrange the time off of work. Paul will be coming too.

If we can get the tickets we thought we would fly down on Christmas eve and return home on New Years Day. Will that work for you? As soon as I hear from you I'll make the airline reservations.

I miss you already. I love you so much. Thanksgiving is going to be lonely without you.

I'll call you at the end of the week.

Love Jeanne"


I wrote back

"Dear Jeanne,

Thank you for letting me know that you arrived safely at home. I would have worried.

I'm happy that the girls are excited about Christmas in San Antonio. My schedule is wide open so those dates are fine with me. Go ahead and buy the airline tickets. Because this will be the peak holiday traveling time the seats are going to be expensive, so why don't you fly first class. I'll call Ruth in the morning and have her transfer some extra money to your checking account. I'll try to make the hotel reservations tomorrow morning.

I had a wonderful weekend too. Thank you.

Love

Michael"

After sending the email I decided it was time to investigate the cuckold websites. I googled the word cuckold. I found several definitions, but then I saw an ad for a web site. I clicked on the link. It opened. You could be a member, but I quickly realized that you could read much of the content without joining.

There was a story section. I opened it and found a full page of cuckold oriented stories. I started perusing them. They were all by amateur writers, some were more s*******fully written than others. They also dealt with a wide range of fantasies. It was immediately obvious that Jeanne had been correct. For many men sexual domination seemed to be part of the cuckold fantasy.

I skimmed several stories. While I didn't find the sexual domination and offense in them particularly appealing they were still interesting. They reinpowerd my growing belief that the sexual fantasies and practices of consenting adults are nobody else's business. The site also showed the number of times each story had been viewed. The numbers were in the thousands. Clearly, there were a large number of people who were at least curious about the cuckold fantasy.

It was after midnight when I finally shut off my computer and went to relax.

The next morning I drove south to Tucmister, Arizona. I arrived in the middle of the afternoon. It was Monday, November 19th. The sun was shining and the temperature was 84 degrees. As I parked in front of a Motel 6 I decided that Tucmister would be my home for the next month.

After checking into the motel and unloading my gear I decided to do a little exploring. About a mile from my motel I found two municipal golf courses and a driving range. I also found a steak house, several interesting looking Mexican restaurants and an IHOP. I had everything I needed.

On the way back to my motel I passed a bar, Danny's Lounge. A sign above the door caught my attention. In simple block letters it read; "Exotic Dancers Monday through Saturday noon to 2:00 AM".

I am a voyeur. I love looking at naked women. Prior to marrying Jeanne I regularly enjoyed strip clubs. Marriage, manhood and concern about my standing in the community caused me to abandon that pleasure. Other than a couple of stag parties, I hadn't set foot inside a strip club since Jeanne and I got engaged.

Out of habit I continued driving, but I wanted to stop. For the past twenty-seven years every time I passed a strip club I've wanted to stop. I didn't, not ever. I always resisted the temptation.

Now as I drove back to my motel I asked myself why I didn't stop. I didn't have a reamisterable answer for that question. Loyalty to my wife? Jeanne was giving blow jobs to men she met at Brady's Pub. Concern about what people might think? I was almost two thousand miles away from home. The opinion of my flowers? They were both avowed devotees of free love and my oldest flower was a dominatrix.

Unable to think of a single valid reamisters not to stop I turned right at the next corner and circled back to Danny's Lounge. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. There were maybe a dozen cars in the parking lot. Excited, I parked and walked into the bar.

Inside I was greeted by a large, broad shouldered young man. He looked like he could have played linebacker in the NFL. "I'm sorry, I have to pat you down."

Surprised, I asked; "Are you worried about weapons?"

Shaking his head he answered; "Nah, cell phone cameras; the girls don't want to end up on You Tube."

I laughed. "Okay, I left my phone in the car."

After giving my pockets a quick pat, he said; "Go on in and have a good time."

"Is there a cover charge."

"Only on Friday and Saturday nights after 5:00."

"All right." I went into the bar. It was dark. I took a moment to let my eyes get used to the lack of light and then I surveyed the place. On the left side of the room two young women and five men were sitting at a horse shoe shaped bar.

A stage filled the center of the room. The stage was actually two adjacent ovals. The first stage had a stripper pole. A young blonde wearing only a G string was twirling around the pole.

There was a small wooden chair on the stage nearest to me. A young black girl, also wearing only a g string was sitting on the chair. Her legs were spread wide. She was lasciviously rubbing her cunt. A middle aged man was standing next to the stage in front of her. He was holding a five dollar bill.

There were about two dozen small round tables surrounding the stage. Each table had two or three chairs. Six of the tables were occupied by lone middle aged men. Four of the men had young women sitting in their laps. The other two were watching the girls on the two stages.

The outer walls of the bar were lined with brown vinyl couches separated by end tables. Four men, all middle aged were discreetly spaced on the couches getting lap dances.

In the far left corner of the bar there was a glass door. Above the door a neon sign read, "VIP Room".

I found a table and sat down. As soon as I was seated a young woman in a short skirt and skimpy blouse carrying a tray came over to me and asked; "What can I get you to take?"

"How about a Diet Coke."

"Is Pepsi okay?"

"It'll be just fine."

"I'll be right back."

She hurried off to the bar. A moment later a slender young blonde approached me. She couldn't have been older than twenty. She said, "Hi sweetie, my name is Candy. Would you like some company?"

Candy was a pretty girl, but I had two flowers older than she was. Shaking my head, I said; "Thank you, but I think I'll just watch for a little while."

Smiling, she said; "Okay, if you change your mind give me a wave."

"I'll do that."

She walked away. A moment later the waitress returned with my Pepsi. Actually it was two Pepsis. As she set them on my table she said; "It's happy hour, they're two for one. That will be six dollars."

I smiled.

She shrugged. "You didn't have to pay cover."

My man taught me that the first time you go to a new hotel or restaurant it pays to spread a little money around. Smiling, I said; "You're absolutely right." I handed her a twenty dollar bill and said; "The change is for you."

Grinning, the waitress gave me back a ten and four ones and then she lifted her skirt. She pulled the crotch of her thong out exposing her shaved pussy and said; "Nice guys get to put their tips in here."

As I folded the bills and slipped them behind the crotch of her panties, I said; "Clearly it pays to be nice."

She kissed my cheek and whispered; "Honey in this place that's very true." And then she added; "We have several women here who love middle aged men. I'll make sure one of them stops to see you."

Behind me a voice said; "Connie, I'm already here."

Connie smiled. "This is Chantel. She'll take very good care of you."

I turned. Chantel was a tall slender black woman. Her smooth skin was the shade of rich coffee laced with cream. Her long hair reddish brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She wore a white lace brassiere that barely contained her large breasts and a matching white lace skirt that couldn't have been more than six inches long.

I gawked.

Smiling, Chantel said; "You like my outfit."

"Very much."

"You told Candy that you just wanted to watch for a little while, but I'm wondering if you might prefer the company of an older woman."

"I have two flowers older than Candy."

"A man of principle, I like that. May I join you?"

"Please do."

Chantel walked around my table so that she was standing in front of me. "May I sit on your lap?"

"Of course."

Grinning, Chantel sat down and put her arm around my shoulder. Her large brassiere covered breasts were now inches from my face. "You have me at a disadvantage. Connie told you that my name is Chantel, but I don't know your name."

"My name is Michael."

"Michael? Not Mike?"

"I prefer Michael."

"Actually I do too."

I smiled.

Chantel said; "So Michael, can I interest you in a dance?" As she asked, she leaned over and rubbed her large breasts in my face.

Chuckling, I asked; "How much does a dance cost?"

"Ten dollars here and fifteen dollars if we move to one of the couches."

"Let's move to the couches."

Standing up, Chantel picked up my two Diet Pepsis.

I said, "One is enough." and then I started to walk towards the closest couch. It was near the entrance.

Chantel said; "Michael."

I stopped and turned.

As she set one of the Diet Pepsis back on the table, she said; "Let's go to the couches on the far wall." She nodded towards a man in a sports jacket standing by the bar. "Do you see that man over there?"

"Yes."

"His job is to make sure that nothing overt happens in here. We can have fun, but we have to be discreet. The couches near the entrance are well lit and closely scrutinized." Chantel leaned over and whispered, "That's where we take guys who are takes."

Smiling, I said; "I understand. Let's go to the couches on the back wall."

"What a good idea." Chantel took my hand with her free hand and led me to our couch.

I sat down. Chantel set my take down on the end table to my left and sat down on the couch next to me. Laying her hand on my thigh, she said; "Let's wait for the next misterg." And then slipping her hand inside my thigh, Chantel asked; "Michael, do you live in Tucmister?"

Realizing that I was being vetted, I answered; "No, in fact I just got here today."

"Really? Are you here on business?"

"No, I guess you could say that I'm on a combination sightseeing and golf tour of the United States."

"How are you managing that? You're not old enough to be retired."

"I'm an accountant. I have my own business."

"And you can afford to leave it?"

"I have good assistants."

Smiling, Chantel said; "You're a lucky man. What about your wife? You told me that you have two grown flowers. How does she feel about this trip you're taking?"

"We're having some differences right now."

"Is that why you're taking this trip?"

"Yes."

Chantel slipped her hand over to my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Apparently I'd passed the test. Leaning over she nuzzled my neck and whispered; "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to pry. I just need to know who you are."

"I understand."

"Are you ready for your dance?"

"Yes."

Standing up, Chantel reached behind her back and unfastened her brassiere. After tossing it on the end table she climbed on top of me and pressed her naked breasts into my face. At the same time she picked up my hands. Placing them on her body she said; "I like you Michael. You can touch me anywhere, anywhere at all."

And then the dance started. Chantel rubbed her breasts in my face. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and kissed and licked it. She reached between my legs and caressed my cock and balls. It was already the most amazing lap dance I'd ever imagined, but then Chantel climbed up so she was standing on the couch straddling me. She raised the hem of her short skirt. She was wearing a white lace thong. Pulling it aside, she said; "Look at my pretty black pussy. Do you like it baby?"

"Very much."

Giggling, Chantel slid off of me and kneeled between my legs. Cupping my erect cock between her hands, she leaned over and rubbed her lips and nose against it.

I gasped. My erection was covered by my pants, but it still felt good.

Winking at me she asked; "Do you like that baby?"

"Very much."

Chantel pulled herself up on to the couch. Sitting next to me, she laid her hand on my now very erect cock. As she slowly massaged it, she whispered; "I liked it too."

Grinning, I said; "You're really good at this."

"You're a nice guy. Nice guys get my best effort."

"This one appreciates it."

"I like you Michael."

"I like you too Chantel." I paused.

Chantel looked at me. After a moment she said; "Michael you want to ask me something, don't you."

I nodded.

She smiled. "I love shy men. Do you want to know about the VIP room?"

"Yes."

"You have to pay the bar twenty dollars to get in, but that covers you until we close tonight."

I nodded.

"And dances are twenty-five dollars each."

"Okay."

Giggling Chantel said; "That not what you wanted to know, is it."

Feeling a little chagrined, I shook my head.

"Michael, you really are a gem." Chantel was grinning at me. "Okay, these are my permisteral rules. I won't let you fuck me and I won't let you put your finger in my cunt or my ass. I have to know a guy really well before I'll let him do any of those things to me."

"That makes sense."

"But there are still a lot of fun things we can do. The man in the sports jacket never comes into the VIP room. "Would you like to try it?"

"Yes, I think I would."

Chantel stood up and picked up her brassiere and my Diet Pepsi. "Let's go."

I stood up and followed her. As we walked towards the VIP room Chantel caught the waitresses eye. She hurried over to us.

Stopping, Chantel turned to me and said; "Give Connie twenty dollars."

I took out my money clip, peeled off a twenty dollar bill and then added another five. As I handed it to Connie she said to Chantel; "Your new friend is a generous man."

"He is and you know how much I enjoy rewarding generosity." Chantel was grinning.

Connie winked at me. "You're going to have a very good time."

"Come on baby." Chantel opened the door to the VIP room, grabbed my hand and tugged me inside.

The room was about the size of a living room in a moderately priced house. It was furnished with eight couches and end tables similar to the couches and end tables that ringed the bar room.

Chantel led me to the couch in the far corner of the room. "I like this one, it's private."

"Okay."

As soon as we sat down I took out my money clip and peeled off ten twenty dollar bills. Handing them to Chantel, I said; "This should be enough to cover the dance we just had in the other room, several dances in here and a nice tip."

Chantel took the bills. As she put them in a small wallet she was carrying, she said; "This will cover more than that."

"My intention was to give you enough so that for a little while at least, we wouldn't have to worry about money."

Staring at me, Chantel said; "Michael you're a very interesting man. I like you." She laughed, "Suddenly I feel like I'd like to return your money and give you a freebie."

Shaking my head, I said; "No, don't do that."

"You're turning a freebie down?"

"Yeah, I guess I am. Chantel, while it's fun to pretend otherwise; this is business transaction. You provide a service and I'm buying it. You happen to be a nice permister so this transaction is turning out to be a lot of fun for me."

"It's turning out to be a lot of fun for both of us."

"I believe you and that makes me happy."

Chantel smiled.

Smiling back, I said; "Think about this. Imagine that you're an architect and I hired you to design a house for me. While we're working on the design we become friends. Should I expect you to return your fee?"

Shaking her head, Chantel said; "No."

"I agree, but maybe after we finish the design we might have a cup of coffee together."

"Michael are you asking me out?"

"I'm not that presumptuous, but I am wondering if after we're finished you might be willing to sit at a table with me for a few minutes and just talk."

"I'd like that very much."

hi gh,

another interesting turn. I really like how this story is going and how you keep us sucked in with your twists and turns.

sallyann

GH,

this is getting interesting. Thank you keeping it going and keeping us in suspense.

I think this story is going to have considerably more layers than I imagined
Thx GH

GH,
Exactly what he needed. Why am I not surprised that you knew that! The new, even more improved and extended ride begins. I'm buckled up and looking forward to it. Thank you for driving ...

Oooo, I love the twist and turns of this. Thank you again for all of your hard work!
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Great writing. My emotions were all over the place. I'm looking forward to more!

Sallyann, timmy, zinc, peak, donna and cmorfair

Thanks for the kind comments. As always, I appreciate them.

GH

While we were talking Chantel had been busy untucking my shirt. Leaning over, she brushed her lips along my neck and whispered, "It's time to play." At the same time I felt her hand slip under my shirt. Her roving fingers quickly found my left nipple. She gave it a little tweak. I gasped.

Giggling, she asked; "Do you like that baby?"

Breathless with excitement, I nodded.

"Let's try the other one."

As Chantel moved her hand to my other nipple she brushed the chain for my new pendant, the pendant Jeanne and I had just purchased at the sex shop in San Francisco.

She paused and then she asked, "Michael are you wearing a religious medal?"

Embarrassed I groped for an answer.

While I was thinking Chantel said; "That's really none of my business. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

And then I realized that I didn't need to hide anything from this woman. I suspected that it was highly unlikely that she would be judgmental about either Jeanne's adventurous behavior or my growing acceptance of it. If it turned out that she was, it was unlikely that I'd ever see her again.

Smiling I said, "It's okay, you can ask me anything. If I don't want to answer a question I'll tell you."

"I like that Michael. You can do the same thing with me." She paused. After a moment she said; "But can I ask for a favor?"

"Of course."

"Please don't ask me how I got into this business. That question feels so judgmental to me."

"I won't, I promise."

"Thank you."

"Besides, it would be awfully hypocritical for me to get judgmental about your profession. After all, I am here enjoying your services."

Grinning, Chantel said; "Michael the more I get to know you the more I like you."

"I like you too Chantel."

"I'm glad."

"It's not a religious medal. It's a silver pendant with an inscription on it. My wife and I bought it this past weekend in San Francisco."

"You were with your wife last weekend?"

"Yes."

"You told me you were having difficulties. That's why you're traveling."

"That's true, but last weekend Jeanne flew to San Francisco so she could see me. She's trying to repair the rift."

"What does the pendant say?

I pulled it out from under my shirt, slipped the chain over my head and handed it to Chantel. "You can read it yourself."

While the VIP room wasn't dark it wasn't well lit either. Chantel held the pendant up close to her eyes. After a moment she said; "It says, 'I love it when she's naughty.' Michael what does that mean? What does your wife do that's naughty?" She looked at me for a moment and then she asked; "Michael do you like to spank your wife?"

Taking a deep breath I said; "Chantel, Jeanne likes to be naughty with other men."

"And you're okay with that? I mean it says here, 'I love it when she's naughty'."

Sighing, I looked away.

Suddenly Chantel shook her head and said; "Of course, now I get it. This is the cause of the rift. This is why you're traveling."

I nodded.

"But you were willing to see her this weekend. She's trying to repair the rift, but you bought this pendant. She's still not giving up the other men."

"She offered to do that, but I know that isn't what she wants."

"You're afraid that she's going to cheat on you."

"No, I'm afraid that she's going to grow to resent me."

"Because you're keeping her from doing what she wants to do."

"Yes."

"And you don't want to divorce her."

"Jeanne's the love of my life."

"So you're trying to learn to accept her infidelity."

Sighing, I said; "There's more to it than that."

"Tell me."

I took a moment to gather my courage and then I said; "When I think about Jeanne with other men I get excited."

"And that's hard for you to accept."

"Yeah."

"Michael, you really are a lovely man."

"What makes you say that?"

"I've known a lot of men. More than you can probably imagine. I'm quite certain that most of them would feel the same excitement you're feeling, but they'd feel ashamed about those feelings."

"But that's exactly..."

"Yes, I understand. You're trying to cope with feelings of shame too, but Michael you're actually trying to cope with those feelings. Most men would adopt a facade of false bravado. They'd kick the love of their life to the curb. They might even do her physical harm and the only reamister they'd be doing it is to protect their fragile egos. You're actually trying to work out a compromise solution that meets the needs of both you and your wife. Baby, I'm beginning to understand that you are a truly magnificent man."

"I'm a cuckold."

"That's only an ugly word if you make it an ugly word."

"Chantel, I don't know."

Chantel slipped the chain and pendant over my head. After tucking the pendant back under my shirt she said; "Baby lie back and close your eyes. It's time for Chantel to weave her magic."

I smiled, but I didn't move. I was too tense. The conversation about Jeanne had raised all of my insecurities and fears.

"Lie back, close your eyes. Don't argue with me." Chantel's voice was soft and soothing. At that moment she reminded me of Jeanne.

I closed my eyes, lay back and tried to relax. I felt Chantel unzipping my trousers.

She whispered, "Michael I want to see your cock, can I take it out?"

"Won't that get you into trouble?"

"No, I know how to be discreet."

"Okay, you can take it out. I would love it if you took it out."

I felt Chantel slip her hand inside my trousers. She wrapped her fingers around my partially erect penis and then it was free.

"Michael you have a magnificent cock. I love it."

"It's not very big."

"It's big enough. Baby only youngren equate size with quality. Once you grow up you learn that a small serving of fine chocolate mousse can be much more pleasurable than a huge dish of cheap ice cream. Michael you have a beautiful cock and you're a beautiful man. That makes your cock even more desirable."

I smiled. Chantel knew exactly what to say to make a man feel good about himself.

Chantel stroked me for a moment. When I was once again fully erect she slipped my cock back into my trousers and pulled herself up on the couch. Straddling me she stood up and raised the hem of her short white lace skirt. Her shaved cunt was inches from my face. "Michael, I'm going to suck your cock, but first I want you to eat me. Will you do that? Will you lick Chantel's pretty black pussy."

I smiled. "Is that a choice here?"

"For you it is."

"I would love to do it, why don't you sit down."

"No baby, we have to do it like this. That way if someone comes in I can pretend that I'm doing a lap dance for you."

Grinning, I said; "More like a face dance."

Chantel laughed. "That's true, but it would a lot harder to explain why I was sitting on the couch and you were kneeling between my legs with your face buried in my cunt."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Are you ready?"

"Oh yes."

Placing her hands behind my head, Chantel pulled my face into her cunt. As she did that she said; "I love a man who enjoys giving head to a woman."

She was wet, very wet. I kissed her and then for the first time in over twenty-seven years I licked a woman other than Jeanne. At first I felt guilty, but then I remembered that it was likely that tonight or tomorrow night Jeanne would go to Brady's Pub where she'd meet a man, flirt and dance with him for a little while and then go out to his car and give him a blow job while he played with her tits.

I gave Chantel's cunt a long slow kiss and then I found her engorged clitoris, sucked it into mouth and started flicking it with my tongue.

She gasped. "Michael, that feels wonderful. Where the fuck did you learn to do that? I thought only women did that."

Placing my hands on Chantel's full round ass I pulled her even more tightly to my face and continued sucking and flicking her clit.

Suddenly Chantel pushed me away and stepped off of the couch. "Michael that feels really good, but if I let you keep doing it you're going to make me cum. I'm a screamer. We can't do that in here."

Chuckling, I said; "Okay, I understand."

"We really can't. I'll get in trouble." Chantel was just a little bit indignant.

"I told you that I understand, but I do have to point out that when you're miffed you're really quite attractive." I was still chuckling.

Rolling her eyes, Chantel said; "Would you please be serious."

"If you insist."

Shaking her head, Chantel said; "Michael you really can be a frustrating man, but I have to admit that it makes you ever so intriguing."

I shrugged. "I get it from my man."

"Shut up and lie back. I'm going to suck your cock and I don't want to hear a peep out of you while I'm doing it."

"Yes ma'am."

"That's much better."

We grinned at each other. I was beginning to really like Chantel and I sensed that she liked me too.

Chantel positioned herself between my legs and took my cock back out of my pants. Looking up at me, she asked; "Do you have a handkerchief?"

"Yes."

"Give it to me. I won't let you cum in my mouth and I don't want you to make a mess on your pants."

I took my handkerchief out of my back pocket. As I handed it to Chantel, she said; "When you feel yourself getting ready to cum give me a heads up."

"I will."

Chantel put my cock in her mouth and started sucking me. She was good, very good. That was to be expected. She was a pro. What did surprise me was that Jeanne was just as good. In the three short months I'd been away from home my wife had acquired the ability to give a professional caliber blow job.

What surprised me even more was the realization that it didn't bother me. In fact it not only didn't bother me, I found it exciting. I was beginning to understand that I enjoyed having a hot wife.

The amazing sensations that Chantel was creating with her mouth, tongue and hands combined with my illicit but thrilling thoughts about my hot wife to quickly bring me to the brink of orgasm. As I felt the warm sensations building in my loins I whispered, "Chantel I'm about to cum."

Smiling she took my cock out of her mouth, covered it with my handkerchief and looked up at me. Lasciviously staring into my eyes she slowly pumped the shaft of my erection. "Cum for me baby. Do it."

I did and it was wonderful. Chantel continued pumping my cock while I ejaculated into the handkerchief. When she finally felt my erection beginning to soften she cleaned me with the handkerchief, folded it neatly and laid it on the couch next to me. Then she put my flaccid penis back in my pants.

As she zipped me up she asked; "Did you enjoy that baby?"

"It was wonderful. You're very s*******ed."

Laughing, Chantel said; "That wasn't the first blow job I've ever given."

"I kind of figured that."

"It's fun to do it for someone I like."

I smiled.

Suddenly Chantel turned towards the bar room and listened. I watched her.

After a moment she turned to me and said; "Michael, I'm sorry; that's my misterg. I'm supposed to be on the stage." She stood up and found her thong and brassiere. After quickly putting them on she said; "Baby please wait for me. I only have to dance for two mistergs." And then she grabbed her shoes and hurried out of the VIP room.

I sat back on the couch and took a deep breath. While the past hour had been unbelievably exciting it had also been intense. A brief respite was welcome.

I was just starting to relax when the door to the VIP room opened and a tall slender blonde walked in. She was dressed in skin tight jeans and a white crop top that barely concealed her large breasts. She was wearing high heeled sandals. I noticed a tattoo on her right ankle. I looked at it. It was a bird, a misterg bird.

She walked directly over to me and said; "Hi Michael, I'm Simone. Chantel asked me to take care of you while she was dancing." She extended her hand. "Come on, let's go find a table and watch her."

I took Simone's hand. As she pulled me to my feet she noticed the folded handkerchief on the couch next to me. Picking it up, she said; "We'd better take this with us. We wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea about what you and Chantel were doing in here."

And then she led me out of the VIP room.

GH, thank you for bringing back some memories.

Oh GH, you take me to places I have already been, like the strip clubs I spent thousands of hours in, as a customer, occasional employee, and even less often beau of the dancers. Damn Home-boy, this stuff is real, and as much a dancer's dream as the dream of a somewhat adrift cuckold. Love to see a nice guy finally getting his just desserts. I fancy myself a nice guy, but I don't think I could live with what he has, even with a woman as amazing as my wife! Props for un-cliché-ing cucks, and for getting me to empathize with a man I don't have much of a commonality with!

Love romance, even if it is temporary or a substitute !

GH, another excellent segment from a truly gifted storyteller. Thank you so much.

GH, this is really your best story, at least the one I prefer.
The beginning was already great, although I really dislike and despise Jeanne, you managed to make me change my opinion, now the story is even more complex.
And I really like Michael,If I compare him with your other male characters he is much more an every day guy, an average joe,some it is easy to identify with, it give a lot of strength to the story.

Really afantastic story.

Still damn good GH. Thanks

timmy, oldbearswitch, subchard, vazkor, and peak

Once again, thank you for your comments. I read and think about all of them. Sometimes my answers may not reflect that. That's a function of time and energy. I can write or I can discuss. I think you'd prefer that I write.

Currently I find that the real joy in writing for me is the creation of characters that I would like to know. When I first started writing peak taught me that the devil is in the detail. That's true of sex scenes and it's why they're so hard to write. It's also true of characters.

I've completed three segments. I'm only posting one tonight because it's late and I'm tired. I've included a lot of detail, maybe more than I should have. I don't apologize. For me it makes the characters even more real.

Peak will tell you that I always fall in love with my female characters. He's correct. I will always love Sandra, Julie, April, Kelly and Jackie. Now I'm in love with Melody and Amy. Of course so far you've only met them as Chantel and Simone. If some of the detail in the upcoming segments bore you, please forgive me. I'm just an old man trying to give depth to two women I find wonderfully pleasing.

GH

We sat down at a table next to the stage. Chantel was still on her first misterg. They played long mistergs at Danny's Lounge. When you bought a lap dance you got your money's worth.

We watched. After a moment Simone said, "She's really good. She's a much better dancer than I am." Turning to me she quickly added; "I don't mean to imply that I'm bad. I'm not. I'm just saying that Chantel is very good."

"Are you a dancer too?"

Smiling, Simone said; "Yes." She paused for a moment and then she shook her head and said; "I'm sorry, of course your confused. I'm wearing street clothes. Yes, I'm a dancer too, but my shift just ended. I've already changed. Chantel's shift will be over as soon as she's finished dancing and then she'll change into her street clothes too."

"I'm sorry, I didn't understand. I guess I should be leaving. I'm sure you'll both want to go home." I stood up.

Simone reached out and gently grabbed my arm. "No baby please don't leave. Chantel really likes you. She asked me to keep you here until she's finished dancing and changing her clothes."

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose."

Smiling, Simone said; "I'm beginning to see why Chantel finds you so attractive. Michael, you're not imposing. Chantel wants to get to know you. Frankly, now I do too."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm very sure."

"Okay." I sat down again.

As soon as I was settled I said; "I don't understand. Why does your shift end so early? Men are just getting off work. I would think that this place is about to get a lot busier and you're leaving."

"You're right, it is; but our clientele are all at home now."

"I still don't understand."

"Michael, Tucmister is an unusual city. While it does have some industry, it doesn't have a lot. What it does have is an air power base, the University of Arizona and a beautiful climate. The climate draws people who are retired. Tucmister is a retirement community."

"Okay."

"You're absolutely right, Danny's is about to fill up with young guys getting off work, guys from the air power base and college students. Mostly they come to have a few beers and watch the girls on the stage. They can't afford to buy very many lap dances. Usually they'll buy one just before they leave. Since they've been takeing they're generally a little handy. Chantel and I don't mind if a guy feels us up while were doing a lap dance, but we don't want him trying to finger fuck us."

I smiled.

Simone nodded towards a girl in her early twenties who was talking to a young man three tables away from us. "When those guys do buy a dance, they usually buy it from one of the girls her age."

“I see.”

"Danny's opens at 11:30. In most cities you won't find many strip clubs that open that early. In Tucmister it pays. Starting at 11:30 we get a steady stream of retired men looking for a little discreet fun. They're polite, they have money and they're looking for women who are a little more mature. Those men are our clientele. By four o'clock they're all on their way home to have dinner with their wives. That's why Chantel and I always end our shift at five."

"Okay, now I understand."

Chantel's second misterg ended. She picked up her brassiere and a few one dollar bills that had been left on the stage for her and walked over to our table. "I see the two of you have met."

Simone said; "Yes we have. I just explained to Michael why we work here."

Looking at me, Chantel said; "Really."

I nodded.

She said; "Are you interested in having dinner with two strippers who cater to the geriatric set?"

Grinning, I said; "I couldn't think of anything that would make me happier."

"I'll go change my clothes. I'll be back in ten minutes. Don't talk about anything interesting while I'm gone." Chantel turned and walked quickly to the dressing room.

As soon as she was gone Simone said; "I guess that limits our conversation."

Shaking my head, I said; "Not really, I'm an accountant. As a group were considered to be extraordinarily dull."

Simone laughed. "Michael, you're not living up to your profession's reputation."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one."

"I gather that you and Chantel are friends."

"We're moving into an area of conversation that might be considered interesting."

"Let's risk it."

"Okay, we're close friends, very close friends. We're actually talking about going to one of the states that allow gay marriage so we can make our bond legal." Simone stared at me.

Not knowing exactly what to say, I smiled.

Simone said; "Does that shock you?"

"No it doesn't, but it does make me wonder why you're sitting here with me."

"Michael, we don't dislike men. It's just that neither of us has ever been able to have a successful relationship with one."

I smiled.

Simone smiled back and said; "We actually both love the equipment you were born with, it's just that we've had too many relationships with men who turned out to be assholes. A serious relationship is based on trust and Chantel is the only permister I've ever been able to trust."

"This sounds like an interesting conversation."

I turned. Chantel was standing behind me. She was now dressed in a pair of skin tight western jeans, a cowboy belt and a chambray western shirt tied off just below her large breasts.

Simone said, "Michael asked about the extent of our friendship. I answered him truthfully"

"As you should." Turning to me, Chantel asked; "Would you like to have dinner with a couple of dykes?"

"Dyke's, that's kind of a harsh word; but yes I would love to have dinner with the two of you."

Chantel looked at Simone. "Bobby's"

"That's a long drive for him."

They both turned to me. Simone said; "Bobby's is our favorite restaurant. It' a barbecue place. The food is wonderful, but it's in Catalina. That's about a thirty minute drive north of here."

Shrugging, I said; "That's all right with me. It'll give me a chance to see more of the city."

"Let's go." Chantel turned and walked towards the door.

Laughing as we stood up to follow her, Simone said; "That girl loves barbecue."

In the parking lot Chantel said; "Amy you ride with Michael. We don't want him to get lost."

Simone answered, "That's a good idea Mel."

I looked at them. "Amy? Mel?"

Chantel laughed. "I guess it's time for proper introductions. Michael, I'm Melody Adams, but everyone calls me Mel." She gestured towards Simone. "And this is Amy Cooper."

"Amy, Mel it's nice to meet you; I'm Michael Nolan."

Amy said; "So Michael Nolan, which of these fine automobiles belongs to you? I'm just as hungry as Mel.

"The silver Escape."

"Let's go. Mel, we'll follow you."

I have another segment much longer than this next one nearly finished. I'm having trouble getting it right and I'm tired. Of course that's why I'm having trouble getting it right. I also fear that my story is getting boring. I can't do much about that. It's the story I want to tell. I'm going to try taking some time off. Sometimes writing without posting takes off a little pressure. For the small number of people that are still enjoying this story, I apologize. I just don't know what else to do.

This is one of the problems that comes with posting a story while you write it. At times you just get tired.

GH

Mel got into a red Jeep Cherokee. An older model, it was an SUV that's become a classic. It was in immaculate condition. Amy and I got into my Escape and followed her out of the parking lot.

The trip was fun. As we drove Amy provided me with a running narrative about Tucmister.

We crossed the Rillito. To me it looked like a dry river bed, but Amy told me that during the monsoon rains in August and again during the mountain snow melt in March it actually was a river.

After we crossed the Rillito we drove up into the foothills of the Santa Catalina Mountains. Amy explained that Tucmister was ringed by five mountain ranges; the Santa Ritas in the south, the Rincons in the east, the Tucmister Mountains in the west, the Santa Catalinas in the north and in the northwest the Tortilita Mountains.

We drove west along the southern edge of the Santa Catalinas until we reached a street called Oracle. There we turned north and drove along the western edge of Pusch Ridge. Pusch Ridge was a ragged backbone of steep rock that formed the southwest corner of the Santa Catalina mountains.

After passing through a suburb called Oro Valley we entered what looked like a relaxy little ranch town. This was Catalina. There was a feed store and a hardware store. Just south of the town we'd passed a new super market and a chain have store. I also noticed at least six restaurants. I was amazed that all of their parking lots were full.

Amy said, "That's Bobby's Barbecue ahead on the right."

Bobby's was a rustic looking concrete block building that was clearly a holdover from the days when Catalina really was a ranch town. Mel was already turning into the nearly full parking lot. She found an open spot along the side of the building. We parked next to her.

As we walked to the restaurant door I asked; "How does this little town support all of these restaurants?"

Mel smiled. "Catalina is surrounded by several large retirement housing developments."

"I see."

We entered the restaurant and were immediately greeted by the hostess. She was an attractive woman in her early forties. "Hi Mel. Hi Amy. Who's your handsome friend?"

"Becky, this is Michael Nolan. Michael this is our good friend Becky Raymond."

Becky asked, "Are you here for dinner or are you just stopping for a beer?"

Amy said; "We're here for dinner."

"Follow me, I have an open booth."

As we followed Becky to our booth Mel said; "It's Monday. If it was Thursday, Friday or Saturday we'd have to wait in the bar for at least a half hour before we could get a booth."

When we reached our booth Becky laid three menus on the table and said, "Do you want your usual from the bar?"

Mel looked at me and asked; "Michael, do you take beer?"

Laughing, I said; "I love beer."

Amy grinned. "Our kind of guy."

Mel said, "Yes Becky, please bring us our usual."

Becky left for the bar.

"Amy you can sit with Michael. I got to play with him all afternoon."

Amy slid into the booth. As I slid in next to her I asked; "Are you planning to worry me during dinner?"

She placed her hand on my crotch and gave my penis a firm squeeze. "Damn right."

Laughing, I said; "This is going to be an interesting meal."

Leering at me, Mel said; "Michael honey, this is just the beginning of what I hope is going to turn out to be a very interesting evening."

I was trying to think of a witty response when a girl who was maybe twenty or twenty-one showed up with a pitcher of beer and three frosted mugs.

As she set them on the table Mel said; "Hi Maggie."

Smiling, Maggie said; "Hi Mel, Hi Amy; who's your friend?"

"Maggie, this is Michael Nolan. Micheal this is Maggie Reynolds."

"Hi Maggie, nice to meet you."

"Hi Michael, nice to meet you too."

Mel asked; "Maggie is Dexter Porter treating you good?"

"He is. He bought me a ring. He gave it to me Saturday night. We're engaged." Beaming with pride, Maggie held out her left hand and showed us her new diamond engagement ring.

Smiling, Mel said; "That's a beautiful ring. Dexter must have gotten that job with Donleavy Construction."

"He did and he's saving as much money as he possibly can. I am too. We want to be able to buy a house."

Amy asked; "Have you set a date for the wedding?"

Shaking her head, Maggie said; "We're going to wait for at least a year and when we do get married I think we'll just go to a justice of the peace. Weddings are expensive. We'd both rather spend the money on a house."

Nodding, Mel said; "That's smart."

Turning to me, Amy asked; "Michael, would you mind if we ordered for you? We know what's good here."

"Not at all."

Turning back to Maggie, Amy said; "We'll have an order of pulled pork, an order of beef brisket and an order of ribs. For sides we'll have creamed corn and beans."

Maggie asked, "Do you want tortillas or Texas toast?"

Mel and Amy both looked at me. I shrugged.

Amy said; "Bring us tortillas."

Maggie left to turn in our order. As soon as she was gone Mel started pouring beer. "They have Dos Equis lager on tap here."

"We like the food, but I think we might like the beer even more." Amy was grinning.

Once she was finished filling the three mugs Mel pushed one towards me and another one towards Amy. Then she picked up her own mug and held it out. "To our new friend."

Amy and I picked up our mugs. Holding mine out, I said; "To my new friends."

The three of us clinked our mugs together and drank. The beer was cold and tasted good.

As we set our mugs down, Amy said; "You know this is the first time we've ever done this."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

She said, "Go out with a guy we met at the club."

Nodding, I said; "Okay." And then I asked; "Why me? I'm just a middle aged accountant."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "No Michael, you are a truly fascinating man."

"Why?"

"Lots of reamisters, but I think the way you're coping with what your wife is doing might be the most compelling."

Amy said, "I haven't heard much about this. Will you tell me what happened?"

"Okay, but it's kind of a long story."

Mel said; "Bobby's is open until 2:00 AM."

"All right." I told them the story, the entire story. They both listened with rapt attention. When our food arrived I continued talking while we ate. Occasionally one of them asked a question. They were both curious about the observations Jennifer Rawlins had made that night in The Cosmopolitan Lounge. They also prodded me for every detail about the weekend I'd just spent with Jeanne in San Francisco.

When I was finished Amy looked at Mel and said; "Now I understand why you were so eager to get to know Michael better."

Nodding Mel said; "He's an interesting man, isn't he."

"Yes he is."

Shaking my head, I said; "Would one of you please explain why this situation I'm in makes me such an interesting man?"

Amy said, "Michael it's not the situation, it's the way you're responding to it. You're actually listening to Jeanne. You're trying to understand. You're making an effort to find a way to stay together. Most men would have kicked Jeanne to the curb. Some of them would have slapped her around first. What was it you said when you talked about her dating that Trent guy? Oh yes, you told us that you realized that if Trent fucked Jeanne in the ass it really wouldn't diminish you as a man at all. Michael, that is an amazingly insightful statement. I've already fallen madly in love with you."

"I have too." Mel was smiling.

"You're both embarrassing me."

Laughing, Mel said; "Tough cuckolds brownie cuckboy."

"What?"

Amy kissed my cheek and said; "She's just teasing you. You should be flattered. Mel only teases people she likes."

"That's right." Mel was still smiling.

I smiled back at her. There was a moment of silence and then I said; "Okay, I told you my story in detail. Now I think it's only fair for you to tell me yours. I want you to hear how the two of you met."

Staring at me, Mel said; "That's pretty close to asking me why I became a stripper."

"Okay, you're right, but I ask you this question. Do you really believe I'm going to judge you?"

Shaking her head, Mel said; "No Michael, I don't."

Amy said, "Mel, it's a fair question. I'll start. When you feel comfortable you can join in."

Mel quietly said; "Okay."

Amy thought for a moment and then she said; "I was born in Kansas City, Missouri. While I've never met my man I know he was rich. My lady told me about him. His man owned several car dealerships in Kansas City. He dated my lady during the summer after they graduated from high school. My mom was attracted to his wealth. He drove a fancy sports car, wore expensive clothes, bought my mom expensive presents and took her to fancy restaurants. He was looking for an easy piece of ass. My mom gave it to him. By the end of the summer she was pregnant."

Picking up the pitcher, Amy poured the remaining beer into our three mugs.

I asked, "Do we need another pitcher?"

Mel said. "Fuck yes, we might need four or five more."

Amy and I both smiled.

Maggie was standing next to the cash register talking to Becky. I called, "Maggie" and held up the empty pitcher. She nodded and hurried into the bar.

Amy took a sip of her beer and continued. "When my dad's dad found out that my mom was pregnant he went nuts. He was afraid that his mister's life was going to be ruined. First they tried to persuade my mom to get an abortion. She was Catholic. An abortion was out of the question. Realizing that wasn't going to work they decided to try to buy their way out of the problem. There was a lot of negotiating. They finally reached an agreement. They paid my lady fifty thousand dollars and found her a job as a cocktail waitress in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. In exchange she agreed to absolve my man of any paternity responsibilities."

Maggie brought the fresh pitcher of beer. I filled our three mugs.

Amy continued. "The fifty thousand dollars covered the hospital costs for my birth and left my mom with a nice down payment on a town house in Eau Claire. After that she was on her own. She dated lots of men, but none of them were interested in assuming the responsibility for another man's young. She was a good lady, but after I graduated from high school she made it clear that I was on my own. I loved to dance and I was good at it. My dream was to become a professional dancer, so that June I took a Greyhound bus Las Vegas. I was going to be a chorus girl."

Amy took a sip of her beer and looked at Mel. "You're turn."

Closing her eyes, Mel took a deep breath and then she started. "I was born on Chicago's south side. I've never met my man either, but my lady didn't even know his name. She met him at a party. She was eighteen. He was older. He flashed a little money and did some smooth talking. They left the party together. He took her to a couple of clubs and then he fucked her in the back seat of his car. Six weeks later she realized that she was pregnant."

I nodded.

Mel continued. "five years after I was born my mom actually met a nice guy. They got married and had two boys together. He took care of me and treated me good, but I wasn't his kid. When I turned eighteen it was time to go. I had the same dream Amy had. I wanted to be a dancer and I did the same thing she did. I took a Greyhound bus to Las Vegas"

Amy said, "We met at an audition for a new show they were putting together for Caesar’s Palace. There were four openings in the chorus. There must have been three hundred girls there. Mel and I were seated next to each other. We had to wait all day for our chance to dance so we had a lot of time to talk. When it was finally our turn we each got one minute to perform. When we were finished they just said next. We were ushered out of the room with out any comments.

Shaking her head, Mel said; "We were pretty disappointed, but we'd spent the day talking and we'd become friends. I had a tiny apartment. My step dad was sending me a little money. Amy was living in kind of an unusual situation so I invited her to stay with me."

"I was living with a middle aged black jack dealer. He worked at one of the downtown casinos. He fed me and let me stay in his apartment. In exchange I gave him a blow job every day before he went to work."

I said, "That must have been difficult."

"No it really wasn't. He was a sweet guy." Amy paused for a moment and then she said; "Michael, I love giving head. I always have. I first realized it while I was still in high school." She laughed. "My senior year I was pretty popular. Like I said; Vince, that was the black jack dealers name, was a sweet guy. I enjoyed sucking him off and he taught me how to give a top notch blow job. The problem was that I'd lived with him for a couple of months. We were getting tired of each other. When Mel offered to let me stay at her place I jumped at it. Vince and I remained friends. Mel got to know him too. I still call him every couple of weeks."

Mel said, "Actually, Vince was responsible for our first real break. Like Amy just said, I got to know Vince too. We used to go over to his place for lunch. He'd feed us and we'd take turns sucking his cock. It was what you would call a mutually beneficial relationship."

I smiled.

Continuing, Mel said; "It had been over a month since we'd even had an audition. Both of us were working as night shift maids at one of the casino hotels and we hated it. We wanted to be dancers. We were having lunch with Vince. He could tell we were both pretty down so he told us he might be able to help us out. He had a friend who ran a non holy water strip club. We were both so naive that he had to explain to us what that meant. In Vegas they control the strip clubs through their cuckold water licenses. If a club wants to serve holy water the girls have to keep their panties on. If a club is willing to sell only soft takes the girls can be totally nude."

Nodding, I said; "Vince was offering to get you jobs dancing in a totally nude club."

Amy said; "That's right."

"I gather you took him up on his offer."

Mel said; "We didn't even have to think about it. Clean hotel rooms at night or flash our coochie's while we danced in front of a room full of horny guys. Amy and I are both exhibitionists. The choice was easy."

"Vince called his friend. Mel and I met him at his club an hour later for an audition. Michael, it was a crazy place. You actually had to walk through a sex shop to get into the club."

"What was the audition like?"

Amy answered. "He took us into the club. It didn't open until five. It was about the size of two large living rooms. In the center of the room there was a raised round stage about eight feet in diameter. The stage was surrounded by two rows of padded chairs. They looked like the chairs that would come with a fancy dining room set. Altogether there were forty of them. There were ten love seats placed along the back walls of the club."

I said, "Those were for lap dances."

Amy and Mel both nodded and then Amy continued. "On the left side of the club there was a hallway that we later learned led to the dancer's dressing room. There were lockers in there so we could lock up our street clothes and valuables. There were also two makeup tables with mirrors and several comfortable chairs. On the right side of the club there was a small bar. Behind the bar there was a refrigerator filled with soft takes. Next to the bar there was another hallway. We later learned that it led to the private booths."

"What were the private booths?"

Mel said, "We'll explain that in a minute."

Continuing, Amy said; "Jack, that was the owner's name, put on some music. We both did a strip for him. Once we were naked he had us sit on chairs on the stage with our legs spread while he talked to us. He wasn't being a creep, he was making sure that we weren't shy about flashing our stuff. He explained that we wouldn't get paid. In fact we would actually have to pay him fifty dollars a night for the privilege of dancing in the club."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "We thought he was joking. We were ready to get dressed and walk out."

Amy said, "We were, but he quickly explained that while we would get some tips while we were dancing, the real money was in lap dances. They cost thirty dollars a piece and on an average night we could expect to do ten to twenty of them. After the first fifty dollars we got to keep all of that money."

Mel chuckled. "We immediately changed our minds about leaving. It would have taken us almost two weeks to make that much money cleaning hotel rooms."

Smiling, Amy said; "Jack hired us and told us that we could start the next night. We were excited, but we did have one little problem. Neither of us had ever given a lap dance. When Jack heard that he made both of us give him one. He gave us some pointers and suggested that we spend a little time practicing on each other that night. Mel asked him what we needed for clothing. He suggested short skirts and low cut blouses. He said that the old term strip tease was still pertinent. Guys like to think they're getting to see something they're not supposed to see, especially at the beginning of the dance."

Mel said; "Michael we were so excited. We went straight back to our apartment, pulled out all the clothes we had and started mixing and matching them to make costumes. Once we had some costumes we started choreographing strip teases for each other. That was so much fun."

Amy nodded. "It was, we were two eighteen year old girls laughing and giggling while we danced for each other."

"And then we started doing lap dances." Giggling, Mel said; "That was weird."

Smiling at Mel, Amy said; "But it was fun too. You do remember how it ended, don't you."

"Of course I do. How could I forget it. That was the first time we went down on each other."

"And we both had orgasms"

"God did we ever."

Amy reached over and placed her hand on my cock. "Michael, you're hard. Does hearing about two women making love turn you on? Would you like to watch?"

I gasped.

Mel said; "I think we can take that as a big yes. I'm wondering if it's not time to go home for a little dessert."

Shaking my head, I said; "Not until I've heard the end of your story."

Laughing, Amy said; "What else do you want to know?"

"I want to hear about your first night at the club and I'm really curious about the private booths."

Mel stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Michael, you really are a voyeur, aren't you."

Suddenly embarrassed, I stared at the floor.

My husband is going to take a break. He's getting older. At times he needs to step back. He's not always aware of that so I occasionally have to intervene.

Lisa

Ms Lisa, no problem. Please take care of Your man. His health and well being is more important than the story.

GH, ANY thing you write is lots of different things but NEVER boring. You can count on me being around to read more of this great tale when ever you are ready to continue.

As always another great story. As a former Tucmister-an i am enjoying to references.

But GH please take care of yourself. Im sure all readers will agree we want you writing for years to come

Oh heck yes...let that man rest and do take good care of him Ms Lisa. We sure can wait and it's best to take a step back and "sharpen your saw" from time to time then wear yourself down. None of us need him to finish this thing tomorrow...and the waiting just enhances the upcoming episodes. Thanks GH for all you've written. Truly amazing stuff!!!!

Lisa,
I appreciate the intervention. Quite frankly it is better to have the story finished sometime in 2014 than never have it finished at all because GH overdoes himself. I know and you know he is still going to be plotting it out in his head and even be frustrated at times because you are doing what is best for him. Well, this is a cuckold site. Frustration is sometimes its middle name. Sometimes it even sharpens the tome. Please wish him well from me, he can always contact me if he wants to.

Hello Ms Lisa and GH,

Nothing is more important than your heaktl, certainly not a story as great as this one is.
So take your time, have fun and come back to us when you are in a better shape

Ps: no the last segments posted were NOT boring !

GH,

Still enjoying the story. Take all the time you need; we all appreciate the effort.

Timmy, Racingdon, bnbincols, peak, Vazkor and sub4wife

Thanks for the comments and support.

Racingdon

Then you know just how beautiful Tucmister is.

All of you, thank you again. I hope to be back with more tomorrow night.

GH

Gently rubbing my thigh, Amy said; "Baby you don't have anything to be ashamed about. There nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Mel and I are both ardent exhibitionists. We love men like you."

"We also don't believe in judging people. You don't either. That's one of the reamisters we like you so much." Mel picked up the pitcher and divided the remaining beer between our three mugs. "We'll tell you the rest of the story while we finish our beer."

Amy took a sip of her beer. As she set her mug down she said; "The next morning we went to see Vince. We wanted to thank him, but we were also excited about dancing that night and we wanted to share our excitement with him."

Mel said, "We modeled our costumes for him and performed the strip numbers that we'd choreographed for each other."

"And then we both did a long slow lap dance for him. He loved it" Amy was smiling at the memory."

Nodding, Mel said; "We finished by giving him a tandem blow job."

"A tandem blow job? You mean you both sucked him at the same time? How do you do that."

Amy gave my cock a firm squeeze and said; "After we finish here, we're going to our house. When we get there we'll show you."

I gasped. Both women giggled.

"But first we have to finish the story." Amy was grinning at me.

"Okay."

She continued. "That night was amazing. We were both so excited when we got to the club. Jack met us. When we showed him our costumes he told us that the guys were going to love us. Then he introduced us to the woman who would be our mentor. Her name was Ginger. She'd been at the club since it opened three years earlier. She was a lot older than we were, maybe thirty or thirty-five."

Mel said, "She was very nice and a wonderful mentor. She took us to the dressing room, gave us each a locker and warned us to be careful to lock up our valuables. She said that some of the girls weren't too honest. Vince had told us to bring combination locks so we were prepared."

I said, "Vince turned out to be a pretty good friend."

Smiling, Amy said; "He still is. Twice a year we go to Vegas just to see him."

Mel said, "He also comes down here and stays with us a couple of times a year. "

Getting us back on track, Amy said; "Anyway, we put on our first costumes. While we were checking our makeup Ginger told us that we shouldn't use our real names. We needed stage names. That's when I became Simone."

"And I became Chantel."

Amy continued the story. "Once we were ready we went out into the club. It opened at 6:00, but there were only two guys there. That was actually okay. It gave us a chance to get used to dancing on the stage."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "For the first few hours it was pretty dull. I was afraid that we weren't going to make any money, but then about nine o'clock guys started to show up. Apparently most guys like to begin their evening gambling and takeing in the casinos. Later they come to the club for a little fun. By ten the place was full. Michael, we really are exhibitionist. You can't imagine how thrilling it was for us to dance totally naked in front of a crowd of cheering guys."

"I'll bet it was exciting. Did you get to do many lap dances?"

Amy said, "Lots of them. The guys loved us. By the end of the evening we'd both done over twenty."

"That's right and that night we were also introduced to the private booths."

"Tell me about them."

Grinning, Mel said; "They're pretty interesting."

Laughing, Amy agreed; "They really are."

"Tell me."

Still grinning, Mel said; "Okay. It was about 11:30. I'd just done three straight lap dances for a guy. When we finished the third one he asked me if we could have a party in one of the private booths. I explained that it was my first night and I didn't know anything about them, but I would ask Ginger. Ginger was sitting with a guy. They were just talking so I went over and told her that I needed to ask her a question. She told me to go ahead. I told her that the gentleman I was with wanted to party with me in a private booth. Ginger immediately turned to her gentleman and excused herself. After explaining that she'd be right back she went to my gentleman and told him that we needed a minute. Then she led me to the door leading to the private booths and opened it."

"I'd just finished doing a lap dance when I saw Mel and Ginger going to that door. I was curious so I hurried over to them."

Mel said, "As soon as we saw Amy, Ginger said; Good now I can show you both at the same time. She opened the door. There was a carpeted hallway. On the right side of the hall there were six more doors. Ginger told us that those doors led to the customer's side of the six private booths. She closed that door and led us to another door behind the soft take bar. Neither of us had noticed it. She opened it and went inside. We followed her. We were in a hallway similar to the one the customers used only the doors were on the left side of this hallway. Ginger opened the first door. We looked inside. The booth was about four feet by four feet. There was a window three feet by three feet in the wall opposite the door. The customer's side of the booth was on the other side of the window. It was also about four feet by four feet. Each half of the booth had a chair just like the chairs in the club. Our side of the booth also had a small padded foot stool directly beneath the window. I also noticed that the bottom of the window was padded. Oh and here's the crucial bit of information. There wasn't any glass in the window."

Amazed, I said; "There wasn't any glass in the windows. Then what was the point of having a dividing wall?"

Amy said, "After we'd worked at the club for awhile we asked Jack that same question. This is what he told us. Nevada has counties that have legal prostitution. Clark County, the county where Las Vegas is located, does not; but nobody is actually morally opposed to prostitution. They just want it to be discreet. There was a time when working girls openly plied their trade in the casinos. Once the casino owners decided they wanted to create a more family friendly image for Las Vegas, they realized that they had to get the girl's out of the casinos and off the streets. They didn't actually want to get rid of the sex trade, they just wanted it to go underground. Jack couldn't put small sex booths in the back of his club without worrying about a zealous newspaper reporter labeling his club as a brothel. By dividing the booths in half with a wall, albeit a wall with an open window, he clouded the issue just enough to avoid a scandal; a scandal no one really wanted."

Shaking my head, I said; "It's convoluted, but I have to admit that it makes sense.

Mel shrugged. "That's what we thought too."

"So what did you do in those booths?"

Amy said; "Okay, this was the routine. Ginger laid it out for us that night and we followed it the entire time we worked at the club. If I guy wanted to have a party in one of the private booths he had to buy a ticket at the soft take bar. A ticket cost twenty dollars. The girl at the soft take bar would assign us a booth. I'd go to my side and he'd go to his. Once we were inside I informed him that a basic dance cost forty dollars and he was free to do anything he felt like doing while he watched me perform."

"You were telling him that it was okay for him to take out his cock and masturbate while he watched you."

Nodding, Amy said; "That's exactly what we were telling him."

Mel said, "We also suggested that if he was interested the dance could be enhanced."

"How did that work?"

"How we suggested it took a bit of careful diplomacy."

Laughing, Mel said; "It certainly did. When I was eighteen it took every fuckin bit of diplomacy that I had. When you grow up on the south side of Chicago learning to be diplomatic isn't exactly your first priority."

Chuckling at the frankness of her friend's comment, Amy said; "Finding a discreet way to present the menu was our responsibility."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "That's just what you'd expect to hear from a white woman who grew up in Wisconsin."

All three of us burst out laughing.

Amy took a moment to regain her composure. She was only partially successful. Still giggling, she said; "May I now describe the menu to our friend?"

"Go for it." Mel was grinning

"For the basic forty dollar dance we'd sit in our chair with our panties off and our legs spread and masturbate while the guy did the same thing in his chair. For ten dollars more we'd take off our shoes and rest our feet on the padded window sill while we masturbated. The guy was welcome to massage our feet. For an additional ten dollars he could kiss and lick our feet while we masturbated for him. Believe me, those were two very popular options."

Chuckling, Mel said, "You're damn right about that. There were nights when I nearly had my toes sucked off. It seems to me like nobody wants to fuck anymore. Guys want to kiss and lick my feet, then they want to lick my ass. When they're finished doing that they want me to sit on their face and twist their nipples. She looked at me and said; "Michael Nolan you may remember that we did all of that in the VIP room this afternoon."

"I didn't lick your ass."

"You're right, but the night is still young."

"Is that a promise?"

"Damn right sweetie."

Rolling her eyes while she laughed Amy said; "May I please continue?"

In her most polite tone of voice, Mel said; "Please do."

"For an extra fifty dollars we'd give a guy a hand job and for a hundred dollars we'd kneel on the foot stool and suck his cock."

Both Mel and Amy stared at me. They were trying to gauge my reaction to what they'd just divulged.

Trying very hard to avoid sounding judgmental, I asked; "Did you do very many private booth parties?"

Mel said, "Usually only one or two in a night, but they were generally very lucrative."

Amy nodded. "When a guy bought a ticket for a booth he wanted to get his money's worth. Usually he'd buy a couple of dances and finish with a hand job or a blow job. We'd make a hundred to two hundred dollars in less than a half hour."

I smiled. "How many hotel rooms would you have to clean to make that much money?"

They both laughed. Mel said; "Too many."

There was a brief pause and then Amy said; "There's more."

Mel looked at her.

Amy said; "We both like Michael. Let's trust him."

Nodding, Mel said; "You're right, go ahead. Tell him everything."

Amy turned to me. "Just before closing on our second night at the club a guy who'd just bought three lap dances asked me if I'd like to have breakfast with him in his hotel room. While I was now giving hundred dollar blow jobs to men I'd never met, I was still a naive eighteen year old girl from Wisconsin. Thinking that he was really inviting me to have breakfast with him I politely declined. Later, in the dressing room I told Ginger about it. She laughed and told me that he was propositioning me."

Chuckling, Mel said; "I was there too. Amy asked her what she meant. Ginger explained that the guy didn't really want to have breakfast with her it was just a subtle way of asking if she'd be willing to go to his hotel room for sex, paid sex. She then explained that cute eighteen year olds like us could charge four hundred dollars for a one hour session. We were both totally amazed."

Amy said; "Michael, we both loved sex. We weren't being exploited. We were having fun. We loved dancing nude, we loved doing lap dances and we loved giving blow jobs in the private booths. The club was the best thing that ever happened to us."

Mel continued, "Two nights later a man in his mid thirties asked me that same question, would I like to have breakfast with him in his hotel room? I told him that when I got to his room I'd need four hundred dollars to cover the cab fare and I could only stay for an hour. That was what Ginger had told us to say. He said okay, and gave me his hotel and room number. After the club closed I took a cab to his hotel. On the way I had the cab driver stop at an all night have store so I could buy some condoms. When I got to his room he gave me an envelope that had four hundred dollars in it. I did a little strip tease for him and then I sucked his cock and let him fuck me. It was fun and I made four hundred dollars."

Amy said, "When she got home she was ecstatic. We both were. A week earlier we were broke. Suddenly we were rich and all we had to do was have sex, which we both loved. The next night I went to a guys hotel room and the following Saturday night we both had breakfast dates."

Mel said, "We thought life couldn't get any better, but it did. Three weeks after we started working at the club one of the other dancers approached us. She told us that she'd noticed that we were doing breakfast dates and wanted to know if we might be interested in an opportunity to get more dates like that. We told her that we were interested and wanted to hear more. She explained that she knew a woman who ran a service. She could get us as many dates as we wanted. She'd charge us a hundred dollars per date, but the dancer assured us that we could both get five hundred dollars an hour. I wanted to say yes immediately, but Amy was cautious. We took the woman's name and telephone number and told the dancer to tell the woman that we needed a day or two to think about it. The dancer understood. She assured us that the woman was legit and told us to check her out."

Amy said; "I'd heard horror stories about pimps. I wanted to make sure we weren't getting into an ugly situation. That night after the club closed we asked Ginger about the woman. Ginger was married, so she generally limited herself to dancing at the club and private booth parties. Occasionally she'd do a breakfast date, but not very often. She made enough money working at the club and preferred to go home to her husband. She did tell us that she's heard about the woman and everything she'd heard was positive.

Mel continued the story. "The next morning we went over to see Vince. We told him about the woman. He told us that he'd check her out. The following morning he called us and told us that the woman was legit. She had an excellent reputation. She used hotel bell men to get the dates. They got fifty dollars for every contact who booked a date. Apparently her biggest problem was finding enough quality girls to keep up with the demand."

Amy said; "That afternoon we called Janice, that was the woman's name. We met with her the next morning. She had a small office in a building just off the strip. We talked. She explained how the system worked and then she asked us if we were interested. We started the next day. We worked days so we could continue dancing at the club at night. Jack and Ginger had both been nice to us. We were popular at the club and we didn't want to let them down."

Mel said, "We did four dates a day and cleared four hundred dollars a date. Between the dates and what we were making at the club we were both earning over two thousand dollars a day."

Shaking my head, I said; "It sounds like it was a grueling schedule."

Nodding, Amy said; "It was. We kept it up for two years. We took Sundays off. That helped a little bit. We moved to a larger apartment and hired a cleaning service. That helped too. We also both bought Honda Accords. Having cars made our lives easier. We still took cabs to our dates. When you're not a hotel guest parking on the strip is difficult.

I said, "If I'm understanding the situation correctly, you were both making over a half million dollars a year. You were being very conservative with your spending. While I think it's admirable, it is rare for two young girls to be that sensible with money."

Mel smiled. "That was Vince's influence. He urged us to spend enough to be comfortable, but to try to keep from squandering our money."

"That was sage advice." I paused for a moment and then I said, "I'm not sure I understand why you kept working at the club. Escorting was clearly much more lucra...." Stopping in mid sentence, I shook my head and said; "Of course, I should be ashamed of myself. I'm an accountant. The club gave you a means of support that you could report to the IRS."

Amy nodded. "That's right. We also enjoyed working there. We did cut back on our time at the club, but we worked the peak late night hours, so we were still making three to four thousand dollars a week there."

I smiled. "That's a pretty good part time job. So how long did you continue working as escorts?"

Mel said, "We worked in Vegas for sixteen years."

"And then you retired."

Mel and Amy looked at each other. For a moment neither of them spoke. Finally Mel said; "Michael we're not retired. We're still working girls."

Looks like Michael is in for a hot night in the desert.
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