Chapter Five Katy, Maria, Darlene, & Jennifer: Student Strippers
Part 1 - Chapter Five
Katy, Maria, Darlene, & Jennifer: Student Strippers
"Come on, guys. If you can't do it for a few guys, how do you expect to do it in
front of a whole club full?" Darlene challenged.
"Lighten up, Dar'," Lucy told her. "There's something about a stage and lights
that makes it easier for some people."
"It's hard for me because I know these guys," Darlene groaned.
"Bull," Maria snapped, then laughed.
"OK, so I get off on it," Darlene sighed. "It's still scary."
"You don't _have_ to do a girl-girl dance," Lucy reminded her.
"You said we'd make more money that way."
"True. Like I told you, the nastier you get, the more you'll be in demand. You
make your money in tips and table dances."
"Then I'll do it," Darlene said firmly.
"Me, too," Katy agreed with equal conviction. "Start the music."
Maria punched the 'PLAY' button on her boom box and 'The Time of My Life' from
the movie 'Dirty Dancing' began to play. Katy smiled at her more mature friend
and walked to her as sensuously as she could manage, exaggerating the swivel of
her hips. When they stood tit to tit, Katy became the aggressor, embracing
Darlene and kissing her with enthusiasm as they swayed in time with the music.
"Go girl," Maria cheered. "Lick her tonsils."
"Nobody'd see," Lucy said. "Show some tongue, guys. Pull back so the guys can
see you swap spit."
Katy's hands were busy, sliding up Darlene's sides, avoiding her breasts...
barely. Katy backed an inch away from Darlene's face so everyone could see that
her tongue was stuck in her friend's mouth and swiping side to side.
"That is _SO_ sexy," Bruce said.
"I'll say," Dwayne agreed.
"Do you really get turned on when she does stuff like that while other people
watch?" Bruce asked.
"Yeah. You?"
"I get kind of jealous, you know?"
"Better stay away from the club then," Dwayne advised.
"I'll have to. The only way this'll work is if I watch Ben when she works.
Otherwise, babysitting will eat up too much of what she makes."
"That's not legal, you two," Lucy chided. "Hey. HEY! Practice like you're at a
club. If you do that, you'll both be arrested and the cops'll shut the place
down."
"Should we separate them?" Bruce asked no one in particular.
"Nah," Dwayne laughed. "Let 'em get it out of their systems. We'll pull them
apart before they cum so they'll be horny when..."
"Too late," Bruce laughed as Darlene leaned her head back and squealed, bucking
against Katy's face.
"Come on, you two," Lucy said in a disgusted tone. "You can get that nasty only
at private parties."
"Could we make more money that way?" Katy wanted to know, lifting her mouth from
between Darlene's legs so everyone could see the slickness that covered the
lower half of her face.
"Potentially," Lucy admitted. "You make more per hour of work but the
good-paying private jobs are few and far between. I've got to admit that lesbian
acts are popular, though."
"Which means you need more practice," Katy chirped, pressing on the back of
Darlene's head. "Practice makes... oooooo."
"I think your wife's a bad influence on mine," Bruce laughed.
"Sorry about that," Dwayne sighed. "Should we break 'em up?"
"They'll just go back to it if we pull them apart."
"Well I need to practice," Maria said, choosing another track on the CD. "How's
this?"
Lucy critiqued as the Latina danced for Dwayne and Bruce, then coached her
through a table dance and lap dancing. "If you find a guy who's really hot for
you, you can make a ton of money doing lap dances, but it's technically illegal.
Be careful, OK? It's generally accepted that only you do any touching. The guy
can't touch you in any sexual way. That means butt, breasts, or between your
legs. The outside of your legs, your shoulders and arms, and your tummy are
usually OK if that's OK with you."
"What if the guy wants to give me a massage?" Maria asked.
"Shoulders and neck only," Lucy frowned.
"Feet? Mine are killing me."
"Either of you have a foot fetish?" Lucy asked the men.
"No, but I'm pretty good at foot massage," Dwayne said, scooting over on the
sofa to make room for Maria. Instead of accepting the invitation to sit on the
couch, she dragged the coffee table back to the front of the sofa and put one
foot in Dwayne's lap and the other in Bruce's.
"Hold onto her feet real tight, guys," Lucy ordered the men. "Don't let go until
she cums."
"No, please," Maria begged without conviction.
"You're going to cum for Bruce and Dwayne or we're going to tickle you to death,
aren't we?" Lucy remembered that Maria needed the illusion of being forced in
order for to really enjoy sex. Bruce had heard about Maria's hang-ups from his
wife and readily agreed to play along with Lucy when the professional stripper
moved behind the Latina to add underarm tickling to the torture applied by the
men. Before long, Maria was begging them to allow her to masturbate for their
viewing pleasure.
Maria enjoyed being dominated by a real person. Mental Mistress only provided
needed relief and mostly just made her do what she should be doing anyway. The
simultaneous foot and boob massage while she masturbated was even more
enjoyable. Once Maria popped off and the married women disentangled themselves,
they all practiced their strip tease until Lucy declared them ready for the real
thing. Maria went back to her apartment alone, sated for the time being. Darlene
and Katy showed their husbands how well they could lap dance when everyone was
completely nude.
--=*=--
Darlene, Katy, and Maria got together to select clubs from the telephone
directory and called about auditions. The three friends insisted that they be
allowed to work together, and hung up on one man who insisted that they each
audition for him privately. Several of the clubs had amateur nights or contests
that also served as auditions. The trio agreed that they would check out those
clubs to start with. Lucy only knew about a few of them. She worked only as a
feature performer in the larger and classier 'Gentlemen's Clubs'.
So on Wednesday night, the week after Thanksgiving, Dwayne drove the minivan to
the first club on the list. A waitress and then the manager demanded that they
each purchase the mandated 'two drink minimum' as soon as they were seated, even
though the women planned to dance for the contest. "Too many women chicken out
when the time comes to dance," the waitress explained.
The crowd in the club was large but most of the patrons looked bored. The trio
watched the regular dancers go through their routines on three separate stages.
At any given time, one of the dancers was shedding her top for the first song of
a set, one was topless and taking off her bottom, and the third danced nude. At
9:30, an obese man with a bulbous, cherry red nose brought a microphone onto the
center stage and introduced a feature act, a pretty classy strip tease.
After the featured dancer finished, the same guy reappeared, announced the
amateur 'contest', and asked for volunteers. He offered the use of the dressing
room and said that there were some costumes available, too.
"Want to check it out?" Maria asked her friends.
"Nah," Katy replied. "We're ready."
"I'd like to see what it's like, you know?"
"Me, too," Darlene agreed. She gave Dwayne a peck and headed to the dressing
room with the other two.
The dressing room was crowded, hot, and filthy. It smelled like a combination
locker room and smoking lounge. Only one sink, no hot water, one toilet with no
door on the stall, six vanity tables completely covered with cosmetics, costume
jewelry, overflowing ash trays, and articles of clothing, four electric fans,
twenty regular dancers, and racks of clothes left barely enough room to move
around.
"That's the public stuff if you want to see what's available," a woman told the
trio as she pushed by. Darlene, Katy, and Maria looked at the soiled costumes
and were glad that they came prepared. They asked for a place to put their
things, and were told that they would have to leave them with the bartender or
leave them unsecured. "I lock my shit in my car," the woman grumbled.
The smell of marijuana mixed with the thick cigarette smoke in the room. Maria
noticed, nudged Darlene, and pointed to a skinny woman with salt-water or
silicone boobs holding a disposable lighter over a crack pipe as she sucked hard
on the stem. "Let's get out of here."
Darlene and Katy agreed, collecting Dwayne as they headed out. Back in the van,
Darlene told him about the condition of the dressing room and the open use of
recreational pharmaceutical products. "I just don't want, you know, to be
associated with, well... I may be a stripper or nude dancer but..."
"I know what you mean," Dwayne said. "You don't have to explain. Just say that
it's not right or doesn't feel right. That's enough. We are, however, out quite
a chunk of change."
The second nude dancing cabaret on their list was quite a bit farther away. Too
far to try that night. But the third club on the list wasn't too far. They
parked and went inside a little before 11 p.m. Like before, they were told that
they needed to buy drinks. "We're looking for jobs," Darlene said. "I need to
make some money, not spend more. Is the manager or owner around?"
The young woman pointed to a black man. Dwayne stood back while his escorts went
to speak to him. "Ladies, and I use the term loosely, we pay a prize for the
amateur contest only when there's five or more willin' ta take it all off, but
you all are all's shown up, so ya' jest get yo' asses up there and show me what
you got, and then maybe we talk."
"I'm not showing my skin until I know what I'm going to get out of it," Darlene
snapped. "What's the pay?"
"Six bucks an hour."
"That you withhold for taxes on our tips, right?"
"You got it," he grinned.
Darlene silently thanked Lucy for explaining the drill. "OK, here's the deal. We
work together. We don't hustle drinks but we will wait tables. If..."
"Look, bitch. Ya' do what you're told or take a hike."
"Good evening, sir," Darlene snapped, adding, "and I use the term loosely," as
she led Katy and Maria back to the door.
"What a waste of time," Katy groaned.
"It's not like Lucy didn't warn us about this," Maria reminded them.
"I know, but it's just so... I don't know, fucked up, I guess."
"There are more places." Maria tried to sound positive. "We have two more to
check tomorrow night and there are more that we can find and check out. There...
Like that one." She pointed to a neon sign flashing 'LIVE NUDE COEDS' down the
side street as the minivan started rolling away from a red light. "Let's check
it out."
"It's midnight," Darlene told her. "And this doesn't look like a place we'll
make any money."
"It won't hurt to check it out." Maria finally convinced the others and Dwayne
circled the block. There was plenty of parking on the street or in a vacant lot
next to the building. As they got out, they could hear music coming from inside,
a thundering, rhythmic rap' tune. Otherwise, the street was deserted.
Several of the brick buildings on the block were boarded up. A small grocery
occupied one corner out by the main road. A warehouse and an upholstery shop
looked like they were still in business. As the group approached the doorway,
they saw a muscular black man leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded
over his chest. When he saw them, he smiled. "Good evening, ladies and
gentleMAN," he kidded. "Come right in."
"Why, thank you," Maria smiled back, stepping inside as he held open the heavy
curtain.
As their eyes adjusted to the darkness inside, they saw the black man gesturing
at the slender black woman who was dancing beside a table near the stage. There
were only about twenty men in the place. All black. "I don't know about this,"
Katy whispered nervously.
The dancer hurried up onto the stage and continued to dance until the song
ended. "Lucy says black guys are lousy tippers," Darlene whispered quickly
before another young black woman got to them. She wore a white thong bikini
bathing suit and white high-heeled sandals that glowed under the black lights.
"Pick any place you want. What can I get for you?"
When Darlene and Katy hesitated, Maria spoke up. "Actually, we're looking for
jobs as dancers and just came by to check out the place."
"Well have a drink and I'll get Kat to come over when she finishes her set. So
what'll you have?" she yelled as the next song blasted from the speakers.
"How much?" Dwayne shouted back. Adrenalin was pumping through his system.
[Image] Even though he had good friends and co-workers who were
African-American, he wasn't used to being a minority. He chose a table some
distance from the stage.
"Depends on what you're having."
Darlene asked for coffee, and Katy and Maria chose Coke. Dwayne asked for a
draft beer. "Be right back," the young woman said with a smile.
As soon as the waitress left them, the trio of women leaned to the middle of the
little cocktail table. Darlene and Katy began to complain again that Lucy said
black men were poor tippers. "And the place is practically empty." "There's not
a white guy in here." "It's a crappy neighborhood."
Maria listened to her friends' objections until the music stopped again and the
waitress came with their drinks. "Kat'll collect," she grinned. "It's my turn to
dance."
Their waitress met with the woman called 'Kat' at the back of the stage and
spoke to her, pointing toward their table. The music started again and the
waitress began to undulate to the music. She took off her top immediately and
pulled up on the sides of her thong bottom so it narrowed and hugged her crotch
tightly. She started grinding her pelvis against the fabric of the thong and got
a couple of the men to yell, "Yeah, baby. Do it."
"Hi. I'm Katina, Kat for short. Kit said you want to dance."
"I want to make money," Darlene spat out.
"Me, too," Katy added.
"Wednesday's a slow night," Kat told them. Then she sighed. "I guess I better be
honest. They're all slow nights. We're not doin' real good."
"So I see," Darlene said, looking around. The mezzanine level that circled the
club was completely empty. Other then their table, only the chairs at the bar
running around three sides of the main stage and a few tables right behind them
were occupied.
"Yeah. This was supposed to be our big chance," Kat told them. "You see, Rocky,
my husband, well, he got in some trouble when he was younger and it's tough
getting a good job when you've got a record even if you've straightened out. The
liquor license is in my name. We were going to be entrepreneurs, own our own
business, make something of ourselves for our kids. We hoped that business would
pick up a little at a time but, well, we barely break even. I couldn't afford to
pay you."
"Dancers just work for tips anyway," Maria interjected. "Even at the fancy
places, salary for the regular dancers is withheld to pay taxes on the tips. We
could work for just tips for a while."
"But remember what Lucy said," Darlene frowned at her Latina friend.
"That niggers don't tip?" Kat suggested, raising her voice and her eyebrows. Kat
looked at Maria as she continued, "Well, whoever Lucy is, she's pretty much
right, although spics are even worse."
"So you need to attract honkies with bucks," Maria grinned. "So where have you
advertised?"
"Haven't," Kat sighed. "Even with my tips, we barely make the rent and put food
on our table."
"And word-of-mouth won't help if folks come by and the place is dead," Maria
observed, twisting her mouth as she thought. "Can you show us around?"
Katy loudly whispered, "Salsa! What's the point?"
Maria gave her young friend a serious look, then got up just as Kit's second
song ended. Maria walked deliberately toward the stage and shouted, "Hey, mother
fuckers! Anybody here who ain't fucked a mother?" Exaggerating her Latin accent,
Maria went on. "My honkey friends are scared of you all. They're not used to
bein' minority, ya' know? But I'd kinda like to dance for you, see? So youse
gotta let 'em know that yer O.K, see? So how many criminals in here, huh? Let's
see your hands."
The club's patrons were surprised. A couple of them raised their hands, then a
few more. As Maria looked at the rest of them, each man smiled and raised his
hand.
"See?" she yelled back at Katy and Darlene. "Nothin' to worry about. They all
admit they're crooks, but they're straight now or they'd be in the hoosegow. So
how many murderers here, huh?" Maria went toward one man who didn't raise his
hand. "What? You never shot nobody?"
"Shot him, stabbed him, kicked his head in but the motherfucker wouldn't die so
it wasn't murder," the man teased. "But why you running yer mouth, ho'? Let's
see some skin."
"Hey, Rock. Got any salsa?" Rocky looked confused. "Salsa music, something with
a Latin beat." He shook his head. "Well, put on something nice and turn down the
volume a little, too, please."
"Her mental mistress must be going nuts," Darlene said, frowning as Maria began
moving to the hip-hop beat coming from the speakers.
Maria stuck her thumbs under the waistband of her stretchy skirt and pushed it
down over her hips. She turned her back and bent over. She wiggled her butt and
yelled, "Like my booty?"
The men on the far side of the stage got up and brought their drinks around
where they could see the newcomer. Maria smiled at them, then danced toward the
man who wanted to see some skin, rocking her hips in time with the rhythmic
music. She held her arms over her head and danced just inches away from him with
her bottom exposed. The front of the stretchy skirt clung to her lower belly.
The man looked at her exposed navel, then the swell of her breasts under the
skimpy tank top. When he finally looked into her eyes, Maria smiled and nodded.
The man raised his eyebrows, silently asking a question. Maria kept smiling and
nodded again.
Uncertainly, the man looked Maria in the eyes.
--=*=--
Maria's mind was whirling. She instinctively liked Kat. She liked the atmosphere
of this club. Unlike the first two places, she didn't feel intimidated,
nauseated, or scared. That her friends weren't comfortable, she decided, was due
to prejudice. She consciously decided, 'This place has possibilities.' Then
Mental Mistress told her, 'Well, bitch. Do something about it.'
Shaking with the mix of excitement and fear that she had learned to love, Maria
took the man's hand, a big hand, strong, capable, calloused. She liked his hand
and drew confidence from the nervousness the black man showed. He was
forty-something, very dark-complected, and partly bald, but not bad looking. She
held his hand, straightened his fingers, and guided his fingertips under one
side of her skirt. She repeated herself with his other hand.
The man was still uncertain. Maria tried to reassure him with her smile. She
deliberately snapped her hips to one side so her skirt slid down a bit as his
hand remained in place. Another nod from her brought a smile of recognition from
the man. When she straightened, his hand stayed in place while she rocked the
other way. An inch at a time, he helped lower her skirt.
As the skirt dropped, the man had to lean forward. His head pressed against her
belly and he couldn't resist giving her belly a peck. Maria giggled. She liked
the feel of his graying hair as he moved his head to the side of her leg as the
short skirt reached her shoes. She stepped out of the skirt and danced away,
giving him a good view of her bottom.
Mental Mistress ordered Maria to go to the old man next. He was unshaven and at
least sixty. Holding her hands high over her head, she leaned forward and rested
her forehead against his. He took the hint and gripped the hem of her tank top.
Maria started backing up, twisting so her bra-encased breasts brushed his arms.
The song was ending but Rocky quickly faded it out and faded in a slow number.
Maria changed her pace to keep time with the music.
MM ordered her to "give the old man a thrill." When her tank top cleared her
head, she dropped her arms with her top stretched between them and stood up
straight. Stepping forward, she waited for him to pull the top down off of her
arms. As he did, Maria stepped up even closer so his face was between her
breasts and he had to pull the top over her mounds.
"Thank you," she said loudly, kissing his forehead. He fumbled with some bills
he had laid out on the table and held up a dollar bill. Maria smiled at him and
locked her hands behind her neck, still dancing in front of him. He took a
leisurely look from hair to shoes and back up, then smiled and pulled out on the
elastic string at her waist and slid the bill under it, letting go with a 'snap'
against her skin.
Turning around, Maria scanned the place, smiling at the customers and her
friends. She loved being the center of attention. She felt powerful and
confident, not her usual shyness. She saw Kit standing back near the steps up to
the stage. MM said, 'Yes. Her.'
Maria hid her body's quivering with dance movements as she headed toward the
skinny black girl. She danced her way right up to the coffee-complected woman
until they were standing tit to tit and undulated her body. Rocky put on a piece
with a Calypso beat pounded out on steel drums. "Tell her," MM demanded. Maria
stopped moving and loudly said, "Your dancing turned me on."
"Your dancing's turning everybody on," Kit replied.
"Help me?" Maria whined loudly enough that those near them could hear.
Kit wiped her hands on her sweaty thighs and reached toward Maria uncertainly.
"Are you queer, girl?" Kit asked as her hands got to the bra clasp between
Maria's breasts.
"Why? Want to try me out?" Maria teased with a giggle.
"Maybe," Kit grinned, teasing back, cupping her hands over the bra cups when the
bra clasp was released.
Maria mischievously backed away and turned around, the bra cups stuck in place
on her breasts. She backed into Kit's body and ground her hips against the black
woman, reaching way back to stroke the woman's hair. Kit stroked Maria's sides,
teasing the men as her hands approached the bra cups again.
"Don't try to hurry her," MM ordered. Maria wanted to get it over with, to
quickly expose her boobs to strangers, to... But disobeying Mental Mistress was
out of the question. Kit waited until the next song began, a slow, soulful jazz
tune, before she pulled the bra cups away from Maria's breasts.
"Thanks," Maria smiled, turning around again to hug the black girl. She also
obeyed orders to do some bumping and grinding.
"I've got the door," Maria heard Kat yell over the music.
"That means we can get butt naked right here," Kit said. "If a cop comes, Kat'll
push a button. If you see a red light and hear a loud beep, get up on stage
quick, OK?"
Maria was still on a high from her naughtiness and the excitement of being
stripped naked in public for the first time. But there were more orders from
Mental Mistress. Before Kit could react, Maria stepped in front of her again and
hooked her thumbs under the straps of the thong that Kit had put back on when
she left the stage. She just ground against Kit until the black girl put her
thumbs under the elastic holding the patch of fabric over Maria's mound.
Smiling, Maria held her knees together and began to squat down, pulling down
Kit's thong as she went. At first, Kit bent down. Then, knees splayed wide
around Maria, Kit also squatted, pulling the Latina's g-string to the back of
her knees and then down her calves. Both of them left their bottoms on the floor
and rose together, hands touching each other's sides.
Before she lost her nerve, Maria whirled around and skipped toward the
customers. She stopped only one step away from a table and began to undulate
with the music again.
--=*=--
"Go ahead," Dwayne told Darlene.
"What?"
"You're horny as hell and jealous of Salsa," he laughed. "I can tell. Go on. Get
your stripper cherry busted."
"I don't want anybody touching me," Katy said nervously.
"No touching my friend Sex Kitten, guys," Darlene announced loudly as she
dragged Katy toward where Kit and Maria were dancing. Then she loudly teased,
"Kitten's gay. Only women can touch her, but she likes to show off for guys.
Come on, Kitten. Show 'em what you've got."
One dollar at a time, the three women earned some tips. Katy danced only on the
stage. Being fondled by strange black men got Darlene into such a state that she
dragged Dwayne up onto the mezzanine and all but raped him. She didn't even care
that some of the customers followed them and watched. Their presence added spice
to the frantic coupling.
Once the customers realized that Katy was nervous and inhibited, they pooled
their money and called her down for table dances. "No touching," Kat told the
group of six who formed a circle around the youngster. "And the law says that
she has to keep her bottom on if she's not on stage."
"You don't. They don't," the guys pointed out.
"Do you want all of us to follow the law, too?" Kat challenged.
They conceded that they preferred a liberal interpretation and lots of
stretching where the law was concerned. "We're all criminals, after all," they
joked with Maria, who spent much of her time completely nude as she danced
around the tables. Twice the alarm sounded and the red light flashed to warn of
possible vice cops and she ran to the stage to continue her dance.
A little after midnight, Darlene was surprised to see a uniformed policeman walk
up to the bar while Maria was dancing at a table in the buff. The little minx
danced right up to him and put on a short show for his benefit while he sipped
the coffee that Rocky poured for him.
At one, Rocky announced that the show was over for the night even though there
were now over thirty customers. "These ladies need their beauty sleep."
"Will you be here tomorrow?" one of them asked Maria.
"Sure. I think I'll start early. What time you open, Kat?"
"Five," she answered.
"I'll be here," Maria announced.
