Chapter Seven Darlene, Katy, and Maria The Kit Kat Klub
Part 1 - Chapter Seven
Darlene, Katy, and Maria The Kit Kat Klub
Darlene was nervous. She had to park in the far back end of the vacant lot next
to the club. There were no lights back there, but lots of broken glass. There
just was no other place to park. She didn't see anyone among the cars, but a
rapist or robber could easily have been hiding in the shadows.
She and Katy jumped out of the minivan, slammed the doors, and walked quickly
back out to the relative safety of the lighted street. Four men were walking up
the street toward them. The two women quickly retreated to the greater safety of
the club.
"Is this the same place?" Katy asked as the drape swished closed behind her.
There were over a hundred men inside. Kit was on stage, dancing nude, and Maria
and Kat were dancing at tables. A moment later, as the four men came in behind
them, Maria looked up and saw them.
"I'll make it up to you, but I gotta go for a sec'," she told the man who had
just paid the $20 charge for a table dance. "Where have you guys been?" she
demanded of her friends. "We're going nuts in here. No matter. Get into
something skimpy and get back out here. Oh, and see the blond kid back there at
the row of tables pushed together, the one with the flat top? It's his birthday
so be real nice to him. Go on. Get to work."
Darlene and Katy hurried up the stairs to the third level to change. Darlene
wore her thong and a structured bra under her sweats so she didn't have to
change anything but her shoes. She also chose to wear white anklets to pad her
feet in the high-heeled pumps.
"I'll see you downstairs," she called to Katy, who had barely managed to peel
off her skin-tight jeans.
Once she descended from the mezzanine level, Darlene went straight to the
birthday boy. "You doing OK?" He nodded his head. "How about a table dance? On
me." Before she lost her nerve, Darlene released the hook between her breasts
and exposed her boobs to the young man.
As soon as her nipples felt air, they popped out in a rigid salute. Darlene felt
the tingle all the way to her pussy. Her clit was hard, too. A fold of lining
from the T-back panty was rubbing in just the right place as she began to grind
her pelvis. Just right. Perfect. She was well on her way to an orgasm when the
song ended. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Will's eyes were focused on
her tits. His mouth was hanging open. 'Designated Driver' was written across his
chest. He wanted her.
She wanted him, too, but the reason she was here was to make some money.
"And our next pair of dancers are Betty's Boobs," Kat said into the microphone.
With a start, Darlene remembered her stage name and realized that she was up.
She shuffled over to the bar to give Rocky a stack of CDs and then headed to the
stage. The music started before she got to the stairs, so she began moving with
the beat. She was already topless. Birthday boy still had her top clutched in
his lap.
Thanks to Lucy's coaching, Darlene let her big boobs do much of the dancing for
her. She never did get the hang of twirling tassels when Lucy tried to teach her
that skill, but she still practiced while the kids were at school. She tried to
remember the routine that she had practiced and realized that there was no pole
on this stage. "Damn," she snapped. Then she forced a smile back onto her face
and just moved with the rhythm of the music blasting from the sound system.
Her second number was 'Popcorn'. After hours of practicing in front of a mirror,
she could twitch the muscles in her shoulders and make each boob bounce
separately in time with the music. The original plan was to remove her top
during this song. Now she had to improvise. She held her hands behind her neck
and did her tittie dance, adding pelvis twitches and dips. She finally got up
the courage to unhook the sides of her T-back bottom and squat with her knees
spread.
"Look at that!" a guy seated at the bar gasped. Darlene blushed.
The guy was looking right at her oversized clit' sticking out at him. She felt
his eyes as if he was actually touching her. It was enough to make her terribly
horny, but she wasn't going to get off this way. Darlene found herself wishing
that live sex shows were legal. At that moment, she would have fucked almost
anything to get off.
Through most of her last song, Darlene showed off her 'pink', outlined by neatly
trimmed pussy hair (another suggestion from Lucy). Just thinking about all the
guys looking at her pussy and even inside was... She looked over her shoulder
toward the door. Then she looked back at birthday boy. She had to get off. Just
had to!
'I can't believe I'm doing this,' she told herself as her hands started rubbing
her pussy lips. 'But I've just got to get off.' She began fingering her clit'
with the fingers of her right hand just as the song ended. "No!" she screamed,
startling the men near her.
"More! More!" one began chanting, soon joined by others on that side of the
stage.
Kat needed to get control back and announced, "Our next performer is the Sex
Kitten. Come on down, Miz Kitten."
"I can't," Katy whined into the relative silence between songs.
"Come on up here, bashful," Darlene said, her horniness forgotten for the
moment. "Come on. We'll do our special dance. Come on. These guys won't bite
unless you ask them to. You can do this, babe. Don't chicken out now."
Even strip club patrons can be sensitive. They waited patiently as a nude 'Betty
Boobs' and 'Hot Salsa' in a thong coaxed the young and cute 'Sex Kitten' up onto
the stage. She was darling in her tiny, sheer camisole top and matching string
bikini panty. Everyone applauded when she climbed the four steps up onto the
stage and stood there nervously.
Maria rushed to the bar to tell Rocky what song to play while Darlene held the
youngster in a firm hug at the center of the stage. Katy sobbed softly while
Darlene stroked her hair. Rocky found the 'Dirty Dancing' CD, popped it into the
player, and selected track 1. As the music started, Darlene told Katy, "Do it
just like we practiced."
Well, not quite. Darlene was already nude. Katy giggled when she went through
the motions of swirling her hands around Betty's boobs and unfastening an
imaginary hook. Darlene's hands sliding under her top were real, though. She
tensed as the flimsy camisole slid up her torso but lifted her arms to reach
back and caress Darlene's cheek... just like she practiced. She smiled. It was
OK now. Her tits were out there for everyone to see. That was the hard part.
Showing her pussy would be easy after that.
Katy spun to face the crowd but couldn't see them, blinded by the spotlight that
Rocky turned on and focused on the pair. The slow part of the song was over. As
the tempo picked up, Katy got into the beat and rocked her hips to help Darlene
strip off the bottom. They traded places. Since Darlene had no bottom to remove,
Katy just slid her hands down the sides of Darlene's hips and legs.
No one would argue whether the long version of 'The Time of My Life' should
count as two songs, especially when two women were dancing at the same time. The
song finally ended. "Are you all right now?" Darlene asked as they both
acknowledged the hoots and applause with waves.
"Yeah. I'll be OK." She blushed when Darlene gave her a big hug under the
spotlight's brilliant illumination. Her cheeks colored again as the next song
began, a slow, sensuous one. Showing her freshly trimmed bush was agonizingly
humiliating and there was absolutely no way she was going to 'show pink' to this
crowd. But Katy endured her set and quickly pulled her panties and top back on
before leaving the stage.
Even though Katy wasn't as wild as the other dancers, she discovered that she
was in demand. The men loved making her blush during table dances. The customers
named Maria's ice show and glass licking routine 'break dancing'. Katy was soon
renamed 'Vani Kit', short for Vanilla Kitten because of her bashfulness.
"No way you're a sex kitten, girlie," Tom told Katy. "You's 'bout as vanilla as
day come. With cherry on top when you blushin'," he snickered. Kitallana became
'Coffee Kit'.
A little after ten, Maria remembered Larry, the birthday boy. She whispered her
plans to each of the other women, then went to collect birthday boy. "Come on,
Larry. We have a surprise for you." It took encouragement from his friends to
get him up and onto the stage. Then all five women stripped completely and
danced against him as he sat in the middle of the stage for one song.
For what seemed like an eternity, all of the women were busy. One a.m. finally
arrived and Rocky announced that the show was over. "How about table dances?" a
man called out drunkenly.
"Up to the ladies," Rocky yelled back, putting on some soft music and turning up
the lights a bit. "And it's last call for alcohol. Coffee's on the house."
When the women looked around, several twenty-dollar bills were being waved
about. Rocky put the spotlight on Katy to reveal her crimson cheeks as she
danced for one group. The white guys at the birthday party table were intrigued
with the two black women, especially after they learned that they were sisters.
"You even look like sisters."
"We all look alike to you honkies," Kit teased.
"No way," they protested. "Most black women are fat."
"Is Lenda Murray fat?" Kit challenged.
"Who's that?" one asked. "Former Miss Universe, a body builder," the older of
the two designated drivers told him. "She's got muscles in places where most
women don't even have places."
Maria saw that Tom was still in his place and went to give him a free dance.
"Thanks for being here for me," she told him as she settled into a chair and
plucked a chunk of ice from her glass.
"I should be thanking you," he grinned. "I haven't felt so young in twenty
years."
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Nah. I get along OK on my pension."
"Too bad. I was kind of hoping you'd help Rocky behind the bar."
"You serious?" Tom asked.
"He couldn't keep up with us tonight. You could just perch on a stool and pull
drafts, I bet."
"You haven't even asked him, have you?" Tom challenged.
"OK, so I'll ask."
"And I'll think about it," the old man said, getting up stiffly, using his cane
for balance. "See you tomorrow night?"
"I'll be here."
"I'm looking forward to it."
--==*==--
"I can't believe it," Katy squealed. "Five hundred eleven dollars for five hours
of work. That's a hundred bucks an hour!"
Darlene hadn't made nearly as much, but her take was still many times what she
would have made working for eight or more hours at the child care center.
"We should tip our boss slant bouncer slant bartender," Maria announced, taking
five twenty-dollar bills from her stash.
"No way," Rocky said, putting up his hand. "This is the first weeknight that
we've done more then break even. I should be paying you."
"Yes, you should," Maria snapped. "This is a business, after all. Now, where are
our employment applications?"
"Upstairs in the file cabinet," Kat answered. "I'll get them."
"And gratuity reporting forms," Maria reminded her. "I'll give you the receipt
for the cards later and you can write them off as a business expense."
"Only if you let us pay you for them."
"Deal," Maria smiled happily. "Now, you two go home and rape your hubbies,"
Maria ordered Darlene and Katy.
"Do you need a ride?"
"I can afford a cab," she told them. "Now go. Fill out your applications for
Kat's files so you can turn 'em in tomorrow. For now, just write down how much
you made in tips. Let's see now, Katy, I see that you made over two hundred
dollars. Not bad for five hours of work. I worked for eight hours and made..."
According to Lucy, under-reporting tips was traditional. "Just make sure you
never deposit more then you report. Now go home, you two. Shoo."
Darlene and Katy quickly collected their things. Rocky made sure that they were
safely locked in the minivan and that it started. By the time he made it back
inside, Kat, Kit, and Maria were relaxing up in Kit's apartment.
"I'm not very educated but, well, I read a lot," Maria was explaining. "Anyway,
I figured the club needed a hook and some advertising. Here. Give me your feet."
"It sure worked," Kit smiled as she put her feet in Maria's lap. "But I couldn't
handle two nights in a row like this one."
"We just need more help," Maria said, rubbing Kit's feet firmly. "At least six
on weeknights and more on weekends. Or maybe a few waitresses to take some of
the load off of us. Put Shirley to work. And keep advertising."
"As soon as we have the help," Kat said firmly.
"Amen," Rocky groaned, pulling his wife's feet into his lap.
"I'm going to have to reorder everything tomorrow. We served more beer tonight
then we usually do in a week. We were just lucky that they delivered this
morning or we'd 've run out. Actually it was yesterday morning now."
"We need to move some speakers, too," Maria told him. "I have a whole bunch of
ideas. We need candles on the tables. The heat helps stir up the air and clear
the smoke. And we ..."
"We?" Kat frowned at Maria.
"Well, you, I mean."
"No, it _IS_ we," Kat smiled. "Where's your moxie, girl? If I were you, I'd be
demanding a partnership." [Image] "I'm just doing this to earn money so I
can go to college and meet a nice guy that I can marry so we can make bunches of
babies," Maria told them. "But I wouldn't dance at the other places we went to
because the guys who owned them were total sleezeballs. When you were so honest
last night, I just knew I wanted to work here. Tom helped, too."
"Who's Tom?" they all asked at once.
"You know. The sweet old guy."
"He's a bum," Rocky snapped. "One drink the whole..."
"He is NOT!" Maria growled, jumping to her feet so that Kit's dropped to the
floor. "He's retired and on a fixed pension."
"He just took up a table near the stage," Rocky snarled back.
"We should give senior citizen discounts."
"You're nuts," Rocky barked.
"If you only knew," Maria sighed, smiling broadly. "Guess I better get going...
unless you tell me to stay," she said slowly and softly, looking at Kit in the
manner demanded by her Mental Mistress.
"I think it's time for us to go," Kat told Rocky. She pulled him after her,
calling, "Good night," as she closed the door.
Maria sat back down, leaned over, and picked up Kit's feet to continue the foot
massage, working her fingers between each toe. "I must stink," Kit said, unable
to think of anything else appropriate.
"I don't mind," Maria grinned. "I'm just glad Mental Mistress let me off the
hook. I was supposed to suck your toes and lick between them. I really am nuts,
you know. Over the summer, I discovered that I'm submissive, like kinky
submissive. I couldn't have an orgasm unless somebody forced me to do the nasty
orgasm-producing stuff. Well, when I got back home, I wanted to cum but there
was nobody to tie me up and order me around. I know this sounds really weird. I
guess I better start at the beginning. That was last... Wait. New orders from
MM. The story can wait. Right now I have to shower with you and then we get some
rest."
"Maria, I'm not, ah, I've never..."
"Until this summer, I hadn't either. It's OK. Here's the deal. I am no longer a
woman. I am now just a vibrator, a sex toy. How about a robot? A pleasure robot,
your pleasure robot." Smiling broadly, Maria began speaking in a nasal, monotone
imitation of robot voice. "My prime directive is give pleasure. If I fail to
comply with my prime directive, I will self- destruct. I must give pleasure or
self-destruct."
"You are one whacked out chick," Kit laughed heartily as the Latin pleasure
robot took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Out of curiosity, Kit just
stood there when Maria released her hand, waiting to see what the crazy young
woman was going to do next. The reality surprised her. First, Maria warmed the
water in the shower. Then she stripped Kit and put her in the shower. Kit wasn't
surprised when Maria stripped and joined her. After all, they had spent quite a
bit of time nude, and even hugged so that their bare breasts mashed together in
the club.
Kit stood passively, moving or turning only when Maria turned or moved her.
Under the spray to wet her hair. Farther out so the spray pelted her chest while
Maria poured out shampoo and worked it into a luxurious lather. Back under to
rinse. Back out while the Latina used her fingertips to wash Kit's face. When
Maria got to her breasts, Kit momentarily tensed, but quickly relaxed when Maria
moved on.
Kit was confused. She was pretty sure that Maria wanted to make love to her. Kit
even admitted to herself that she was curious. What would it be like? She loved
sex with men. A bit too much, Kit admitted. Now, when she felt the need, she
masturbated to relieve sexual tension, but she never felt satisfied. How would
she feel, making love to a woman?
Kit waited. Being bathed was sensual, arousing her in a mellow, lazy sort of
way. A twinge as fingers rubbed soap through her curly pubic hair, then wiped
the soap away under the spray. Kit was still waiting when Maria turned off the
water and began to pat her body dry. Kit let the Latina lead her to bed, waiting
for a kiss, a caress, a sexual touch. Maria disappeared for a minute and
reappeared with bath powder, sprinkling it and massaging the white dust into her
skin. Shoulders, neck...
--==*==--
"You're just full of surprises, girl," Kit laughed.
"Pleasure robot," Maria said in robot style. Then she cracked up, holding her
belly, laughing so hard that it hurt. "I really got you going, didn't I?"
"And you left me high and dry."
"You needed to rest."
"And I got it. Sheesh, it's almost noon! Where's R2?"
"And you call me crazy?" Maria laughed. "What kind of mother names her first
born child R2?"
"Rochester the second, Rocky II," Kit explained. "When Kat's kids saw 'Star
Wars', they nicknamed him R2 and it just stuck."
"You named him after your brother-in-law?"
"Yeah," Kit smiled, settling into a chair by where Kit put the eggs, bacon, and
toast. "I was a dumb kid gettin' in trouble all the time. I got knocked up and
tried to hide it, but Kat knew."
Maria saw the pensive look. "Who was the father?"
"Best he never know," Kit answered.
Maria was about to ask who should never know, the father or R2. 'Change the
subject, idiot,' MM ordered. "R2 really likes his pre-school. What time does he
get home?"
"Twelve-thirty. Then we get our quality time together."
"Good," Maria smiled. "You do quality time. I'm going to help Rocky get ready
for tonight. I bet Friday nights are wild."
"Not like last night," Kit grinned. "Until now, anyway. How many more of those
free dance cards did you hand out?"
"A box of two hundred and fifty."
"And we saw what, forty or fifty last night?"
"Something like that." Maria cocked her head and obeyed another order. "Are you
disappointed I didn't try to seduce you last night?" Kit almost choked on a bite
of toast, coughing hard to move the grit out of her windpipe.
Maria laughed at her. "I'm in no hurry. Last night was nice. I enjoyed what we
did without going any farther. Why rush? It's not like we're never going to see
each other again. Now go get R2. I have things to do."
--==*==--
Maria gave Rocky suggestions for placing speakers near the door and remounting
the spotlight so he could aim it more easily from where it hung over the bar.
Then she took a cab to pick up new cards that granted half-price table dances.
'This will attract even more customers so you need more help,' MM said. 'Find
Kat the help that she needs,' was the next order issued. "How?" Maria demanded
of the voice inside here head. "Where the hell am I supposed to find women
willing to dance naked? Shit."
"Got a dollar, lady? I'm hungry," a girl with garish cherry red and purple hair
in a row of spikes that stood straight up asked, extending her hand.
"Why don't you get a job?" Maria growled, frowning and clutching her bag.
"Who'd hire me?"
Maria stopped and looked. The girl had freckles under the black makeup that made
it look like she used charcoal for cosmetics. Maria counted six gold rings in
each of the girl's ears, three in her nose, one through the septum and each
side, one through each eyebrow, and two in her lower lip. Maria wondered if she
had any more piercings under her clothes. "Do you do drugs?"
"I'm rebellious, not stupid. Do I look stupid to you?"
"So, do you live on the street?"
"Too cold this time of year," the girl snapped.
"So you live where?" Maria asked.
"What's it to you?"
"Are you over eighteen?" "Where are you goin' with this, hon? What's... Hey, are
you going to give me a buck or not?"
"I was thinking about giving you a job. How'd you like to dance naked? That'd
really freak you parents, wouldn't it?"
"Leave my parents out of this."
"What's your name?"
"Gutter Rat."
"Bull shit," Maria snapped. "Tell you what. Give these out to fifty different
men, then come to the club tonight. If at least five men come in with one of
these, you get paid fifty bucks and I give you a chance to try out for a job as
a dancer. That's the deal. Hope to see you there." Before the girl could
respond, Maria strode away, ignoring the questions shouted at her back.
Maria found herself several blocks away, panting from her brisk walk away from
Gutter Rat or whatever the girl's real name was. "I need a break." Maria looked
around as the cold wind cut through her jacket. She was standing in front of a
church and wondered if they dared leave the sanctuary unlocked.
They did. Maria let the heavy door close by itself and went to kneel in the back
pew. She wasn't sure it was proper, but she was planning to pray for help, for
women willing to dance naked at Kat's club. She took one step and... "Are you
all right?" she asked the young blond cowering on the bench, clutching a cheap
cloth coat around her throat.
"I just had to get out of the wind."
"I know what you mean," Maria smiled. Streaks down the girl's cheeks showed that
she had been crying. "My hose aren't much protection." Maria slid off the bench
and onto the kneeler. 'OK, God,' she challenged silently. 'Is this one part of
Your answer to my prayer? Mary, Mother of God, guide me. Hail, Mary, full of...'
Maria finished the rote prayers that she memorized as a little girl, said the
act of contrition, and made a silent confession of her sins, questioning each
one. 'I have not been pure,' she confessed. 'Neither have my thoughts and my
actions been pure. Geez. Am I wrong, Lord? Am I a whore? I have remained a
virgin but in only a technical sense. Was the Baptist preacher right? He said,
"God is not stupid." I know you aren't. Is it really wrong to touch my own body?
Is pleasure, sexual pleasure, really wrong? Please guide me. I want to...'
"Amen," she finally said aloud.
"You're Catholic?"
"Very," Maria laughed. "It's part of me. 'I am part of the body of Christ' and
all that, even when I do things that the church doesn't approve." She giggled as
she whispered, "I was just praying about masturbating."
"You're kidding," the girl gasped.
"No, I'm not. So what's your story?"
The girl instantly burst into tears. Maria slid across the hard bench to embrace
the youngster. "I am just so totally fucked up." The girl cried some more, then
began telling a story. "I was in love, you know? I ran away from home with my
boyfriend. We were going to get married but, well, he... He never really loved
me. It was just sex. That was all he wanted. Sex!" The girl spat out the word as
if it were profanity. "But I couldn't go home. My parents... I was the oldest.
They couldn't take me back because it would set a bad example for my little
brothers and sisters."
"My parents would say I'm a bad example, too," Maria cooed, running her fingers
through the girl's hair. "But I know that mine would welcome me back as a
prodigal daughter."
"You're in church. You go every Sunday, don't you?" the girl said. Maria nodded.
"Well I was turning tricks for a pimp until a few days ago. I was a whore!"
"In some ways, I am, too," Maria said softly.
"I thought so."
"Why? Because I'm wearing a short skirt? I'm still a virgin if you consider that
being never letting a penis in my vagina. But I bet I have a lot more experience
at other sex stuff then a lot of married women. So what happened a few days ago?
How come you're here?"
"I couldn't do it any more," the girl cried. "I ran away from Darren just like I
ran away from home and from Kevin and..."
"And you're still running. Well, give it a rest. Come with me and you can do a
sexy dance, get paid a little, and not have to do any real sex. How does that
sound?"
"No. I'm done with sex stuff. I want to get a real job and earn an honest
living."
"Good. But first earn some money, get out of the streets, get your head on
straight, and then at least finish high school and give college or trade school
a try. Then you can get a job that pays a living wage. You have to start
somewhere, and I think it ought to be something you're qualified to do."
"I can't dance."
"As long as you're naked, the guys don't care much."
"I couldn't."
"Well, where else are you going to go?"
"I wouldn't have to, you know, do anything, would I?"
"You won't have to fuck or suck anybody, if that's what you mean."
