Lynne

CHAPTER 28 THE CONTEST PART 2

LYNNE: CHAPTER 28.  THE CONTEST PART 2.

" Settle down bitch." Her husband said as he tipped a bucket of cold water over
her.
" It's pretty obvious which of you Rex thinks has the nicest pussy. Well done
Kristy." The Mistress said, sounding rather pleased with her and proud of her.
Kristy was still squirming around on the floor in a heated frenzy, it took
another bucket of cold water and some harsh words from the Mistress to calm her
down. But she'd won another point in the competition. She was another step
closer to beating me and becoming the Mistress's slave.
" Get up slut." Monica said as she hit me on the thigh with the crop. I
obviously didn't get up fast enough for her so she hit me again. I didn't know
why she was taking me away and not Kristy. I looked at Monica as if to ask what
was going on; and I didn't like what I thought the  smile on her face meant.
Kristy was still on the floor on the veranda as Monica wrapped a collar around
my neck, clipped a leash to it, and led me away. I didn't know what it meant but
I didn't like what was happening.
Monica took me into one of the bathrooms and just stood there looking at me. "
Lift up your skirt and spread your legs slut." She said with a strange
expression on her face. I quickly lifted the front of my little slave girl skirt
and moved my feet apart.
Monica started to gently tap my pussy with the leather tip of the crop.
" You're all wet down there Lynne."
" Yes Miss. I'm very wet." The feel of the crop rubbing me there was only making
me wetter.
" I don't like you Lynne, none of the other slaves do. You're a snobby little
slut. You think you're better than the rest of us. You think you're better than
me, don't you ? "
" No Miss." I answered genuinely surprised at what she'd said. " I don't think
I'm...."
" I know you're not better than me Lynne, that's obvious; but you still think
you are; you think you're special. Well you're not." She kept rubbing my cunt
with the crop and I could have cum when ever she said to.
" Who do you think Zaheer would say was worth the most Lynne; you or me ?"
" You Miss." I panted, as my hips began rocking in rhythm with the crop rubbing
against me.
" Why Lynne ? Why am I worth more than you ?" She had the crop right on my clit
now. It was hard trying not to cum on the crop let alone trying to speak.
" Because......Because you're blonde Miss; and you're younger than me, and
you're prettier than me, and you've got a better body than me. I'm a real dog
compared to you Miss."
" Yes you are." Monica said snidely. " You're a real dog compared to me; most
women are. Including that slut Kristy; but she's better than you; she's turns me
on more than you do; and she isn't a snobby slut like you.  You're nothing
compared to me Lynne. I'm young and blonde and I'm HOT. You're thirty fucking
two. You're an old whore Lynne. No body likes old whores like you." She rubbed
my clit with the leather tip of the crop the whole time she spoke.
" No Miss." I panted. " Nobody likes old whores like me. I'm not fit to lick
your boots....." Saying it nearly made me cum.
" Oh, I don't know about that." Monica said with a growing passion in her eyes.
" Get down on the floor and lick my boots slut."
" Yes Miss." I groaned as I fell to her feet and began licking her big red
leather boots. I love it when someone makes me lick their boots or even better
their feet. It's such a submissive act, I get wet just thinking about it. And
being allowed to masturbate while I lick someone's boots or feet just makes my
cunt drip. I love cumming like that. On my hands and knees at someone's feet,
playing with myself while I lick their boots.
" Do you want to cum little slut ?"
" If you want me to Miss."
" Well I don't. I want you to make me cum." Monica said as I ran my tongue over
the toe of her boots. She lifted one boot up and I sucked on the heel. Monica
grabbed me by the hair and guided my head slowly up her legs; my tongue leaving
a trail as I licked my way up her boots to the soft skin of her thighs. " You
know what to do." Monica's voice was filled with lust.
I didn't answer. I didn't need to. I quickly lifted the front of her red leather
skirt and buried my face between her legs. Monica's freshly shaved cunt  was
soaking wet; her clit and lips were swollen. She groaned loudly as I ran my
tongue over her clit; and groaned again as I stuck my tongue inside her.
" That's it you little slut." She panted. " Lick my cunt you worthless whore
...You fat old whore....Lick me you fat whore....." She grabbed my head and held
it hard against her cunt. She came with my tongue inside her and kept calling me
a 'fat old whore' over and over as she came.
When she was finished she pushed me away and threw the crop at me.  " Here. Get
yourself off with that." I quickly grabbed the crop and used the padded handle
as a dildo and fucked myself with it.
" You're 32, that's old for a slave Lynne. That's why everyone calls you the
'Fat Old Whore'."
" Yes Miss." I moaned as the crop slid in and out of me. " I'm the fat old
whore....." Being spoken to like that is so humiliating, so degrading; but it
feels so good.
The Mistress has slaves older than me; and I'd seen plenty of other slaves older
than me at the auctions. And I know I could lose a few pounds but I'm not fat,
and I don't think I've got a fat arse either; but being abused and ridiculed and
insulted like that; and  talking about myself like that just gets me off so
much.
" Can the fat old whore cum please Miss....?" I begged desperately.
" Who is the fat old whore Lynne ?"
" I am Miss. I'm the fat old whore with a fat slut arse." I moaned loudly.  I
was so close. Talking like this had pushed me right to the edge of what would be
a screaming orgasm.  " Oh God Please Miss....Can I cum....Can the fat old whore
cum....."
" Yes Lynne you can cum, did I mention you lost the contest." I climaxed knowing
what she'd said. In a weird way knowing I'd lost the contest just made me feel
more humiliated and my orgasm more ferocious. But as soon as the most intense
part of my orgasm was over, the rest quickly faded away. I felt no glow of
satisfaction as I lay on the floor after my orgasm with the handle of the crop
still inside me.
I felt empty and lost as I looked up at Monica. She had a huge smile on her
face. She'd got what she wanted. I didn't know what would happen to me now; and
I was afraid to think about it.
Monica told me to shower and change into clothes that had been left out for me.
A floral knee length "Mummy" dress. Plain cotton panties, plain white bra and
flat beige shoes. These were not the clothes of a slave or a whore. I hated the
way I looked when I saw myself in the mirror. Just another boring house wife,
very plain, very ordinary.
I'd cried the whole time I was in the shower and my eyes were puffy and red. I
put a bit of make-up on to try and cover up the signs of a woman who had been
crying.
I felt so confused and lost as Monica led me up the stairs to the sitting room.
I sat on the couch and looked at the coffee table that I'd fucked Tom the rubber
doll on while those people watched. It had only been a bit over a month but
there were so many memories in this room for me already. I could only hope that
they would agree to sell me to some one else at the auctions.
I stood up when I heard the Mistress walk in. She looked so good in her black
designer jeans, a red top that hugged that body of hers, and a pair of Country
Road riding boots. " I'm sorry I failed you. I'm sorry I wasn't good
enough......" My voice trailed off, there was nothing else left to say.
" Are you Lynne ?" The Mistress said somewhat disinterestedly as she sat on the
couch opposite me. Kristy appeared beside me. She was dressed the same as I was;
a knee length floral "Mummy" dress.
" Have you been playing games with Lynne, Monica ?" The Mistress asked smiling.
" Yes Mistress." Monica answered with a lecherous grin on her face.
I hadn't lost the contest at all. Monica was just enjoying herself at my
expense. " You fucking bitch." I whispered to myself. The contest was far from
over. There were many more parts to come and points to win.
The Mistress said that the next part of the contest would be held at a local
Leagues Club; and after that there would be a series of contests to see which of
us  could 'generate the most income' for her.
Kristy and I rode in silence in the back of the black van. We got a few strange
looks as we climbed out of the van in front of the main entrance.  Trevor took
us inside, signed us in, and took us into the large open poker machine area. The
Mistress was sitting on a stool at the bar drinking a glass of wine.
She looked around the crowded room and said: " The first one of you to come back
with a mouth full of cum is the winner."
Kristy and I looked at each other for a second and then moved quickly among the
working class people playing the poker machines. Most of them were pensioners
but Kristy must have seen someone suitable because she quickly headed off in a
different direction.
I scanned the room looking for someone who could fill my mouth with what I
needed. I saw a good looking young guy at a cigarette machine and quickly
hurried over to him.
" Hi." I said in as sultry a voice as I could. " I'm Lynne and I'd love to take
you out the back and suck you off."
" I beg your pardon ?" The young guy said, I thought he was going to drop his
glass.
" I love sucking cock, and I'd love to suck yours. Come on, Cum with me." I
wrapped my hands around his arm and looked into his eyes as I said it, giving
him what my husband had always referred to as my " Fuck Me" look.
" What the hell's going on !" A young red headed woman said as she stood close
to her boyfriend who had no idea what to say.
" Put the claws away." I said mockingly. " We're old friends. Cya round." I left
the young bloke to come up with some story for his girlfriend while I darted in
and out of the rows and rows of Poker Machines. I saw Kristy doing the same, she
hadn't found anybody yet either. A middle aged man, probably in his 50s and not
too bad looking for his age walked up alone to one of the machines. Kristy and I
both headed straight for him;
Kristy got there first. " Hi, I'm Kristy." She said fluttering her eyes. " Do I
know you ?"  The man smiled and said: " I'd remember you if we'd met before." He
obviously liked what he saw when he looked at Kristy.
" Fuck !" I swore to myself as I almost ran through the rows of Poker Machines
again looking for a suitable man. I saw Kristy headed over towards the men's
toilets, with her man right behind her. " Fuck." I swore again as I searched the
room with my eyes.
There was a noise behind me: " Excuse me Luv." A man dressed in a tradesmen
style blue uniform said as he squeezed past me. He had a belt around his waist
with screwdrivers and pliers and things hanging off it. I followed him through a
door that said: " STAFF ONLY" and then through another door that said: " MAIN
SWITCHBOARD."
He didn't notice me until he tried to close the door behind him. " Ever had a
woman you've never met before suck you off in a switchroom ?" I asked as I lent
against the door and lifted my dress and played with myself.
" I've never had a woman I HAD met before suck me off in a switchroom" He said
smiling, and we both sort of laughed. He was a nice guy, Mid 40's probably,
greying brown hair, a moustache, and a nice smile. His name was Trevor of all
things, but he was a much nicer man than the other Trevor.
" Well, it's your lucky day Trevor." I said as I gently grabbed his shoulders
and eased back against the door. I didn't want to frighten him off by rushing
him too much to start with; I wanted him relaxed. But once I had him up against
the door, I just wanted to get him off as quickly as I could.
I dropped onto my knees and quickly undid his fly and reached into his
underpants and pulled his cock out. He was semi erect already and I devoured his
cock with my mouth. " Do you do this sort of thing often?" He asked in that
laughing, friendly voice of his.
" Not as often as I'd like." I answered as I licked his growing cock. Every
woman knows the best way to get a man off quickly is to pretend to cum yourself.
Women making "cum" noises really has an effect on men. So I reached under my
dress and started playing with myself.
" I want to cum sucking your cock Trevor." I moaned. " God you've got such a
great cock. I'm going to cum with your cock in my mouth."
His cock was hard, and pre-cum was dribbling out. " Oh God Trevor."
I panted I'm going to cum......Oh fuck I'm cumming...I'm cumming...." I moaned
and panted and grunted and felt his cock explode in my mouth. His balls just
kept pumping his semen into my mouth and I wasn't sure I could take it all. I
didn't want his semen leaking out of my mouth as I scurried through the club, so
I took his cock out and pushed my lips tightly together.
His cock was still spurting cum everywhere as I took his cock out of my mouth;
some landed on the front of my dress; but I didn't have time to worry about
that.
I wasn't exactly gentle the way I pulled him aside so I could open the door; and
I don't even remember if he said anything as I bolted out of the Switchroom and
scurried off to show the Mistress what I had in my mouth. I knew Kristy would be
there; showing the Mistress what she had in her mouth; but she wasn't. The
Mistress was sitting alone at a small round table drinking her wine.
I stood beside her and looked at her. " Sit down Lynne." She said softly.  I sat
at the table beside her and looked around the room. It was weird; no one was
watching, but it felt like everyone was watching. I opened my mouth and showed
the Mistress Trevor's cum; it was still warm in my mouth.
" Very good Lynne." She said smiling. " Ever swallowed an Electricians cum
before?" I shook my head no. " Well you can now." She enjoyed watching me
swallow it.
" Go and wait outside. Kristy must be having trouble getting the old guy off. We
could be a while."
" Thank you Mistress." I said, trying not to smile myself. I wasn't going to
gloat in victory the way Kristy had. " Excuse me Mistress." I said politely as I
stood up and headed for the exit, still trying to lick cum off my teeth and off
the inside of my cheeks.
I don't know what it was but something made me turn around. I saw Kristy walking
towards the Mistress's table; her mouth shut tightly; her cheeks puffed out. I
saw her show the Mistress what she had in her mouth; I saw the Mistress say: "
Too late Kristy." I saw her head slump when she knew I'd beaten her this time. I
saw her swallow what she had in her mouth.
I stood and waited on the footpath outside the club as the Mistress had said to.
Four Electricians came up to me and tried to start conversations while I was
waiting.
Eventually I saw Kristy walking down the steps of the club. I like to dress like
a slave or a slut; I didn't like the way I looked in the "Mummy" dress they gave
me to wear. But I thought I looked better than Kristy. She can look really hot
in the right clothes with lots of make-up on and her hair all frizzed up; but
she looked really plain in her "Mummy" dress. She still had a good figure; but I
thought I looked better than she did.
The van pulled up near the curb. We must have looked like two midday
Outcall-only prostitutes as we climbed into the back.  We never spoke as we sat
on the floor of the van; but it was me with the smug smile this time. The van
pulled over and stopped and the door slid open. Trevor explained what we had to
do next. We were at a Topless Bar come Strip Club in the City. If the owner,
Rick, liked what he saw he'd hire us as waitress's. Whoever made the most in
tips would win this round of the contest and take the point.
I liked the sound of that. I knew guys would enjoy looking at my big tits more
than Kristy's little ones. But then, she was younger than me, and she had a
better figure. My initial confidence ebbed away as we drove along.
The club was shut and an attractive woman with short dark hair smiled when she
opened the door. " Can I help you? " She asked in a friendly voice. She could
have been a receptionist anywhere.
" We're here about the add in the paper." Kristy said.
" Oh I see, come in." She was a bit taken aback that two women dressed the way
we were, in "Mummy" dresses, had come about positions advertised for
'waitresses' at a Topless bar.
The club wasn't sleazy at all; quite the opposite really. It was quite large and
tiered to different levels. There were stools up at the bar; clusters of tables
around the room and lounges built into the walls running around the perimeter of
the club. The carpet and fittings looked new and there was a large stage at one
end that looked modern and well equipped.
Rick was in his office behind a huge desk smothered in papers and pictures and
printouts. He was a middle aged man, with shortly cropped greying dark hair; he
was quite an attractive man; and well dressed too.
" Excuse me Rick." The receptionist said as we stood in the doorway.
" These ladies are here about the positions you advertised."
" Thanks Angella.  Come in ladies." Rick said as he stood up. He looked more
than a bit surprised that women dressed like us were in his office.  " Hi. I'm
Rick."  He said flashing a bright smile. " And your....."
" Lynne."      " And I'm Kristy."
" Take a seat please. Would you like a drink; wine, coffee.....?"
" Yes please." Kristy and I said together. For a moment I thought we were going
to share the joke and laugh together; but we hated each other too much now for
that to ever happen again.
" Wine would be nice thanks Rick." I said pouting as best I could as I sat in a
very comfortable leather chair in front of his desk.
" I'll have wine too thanks Rick." Kristy said crossing her legs in an attempt
to attract his attention, but her dress was too long. He buzzed Angella on an
intercom and she quickly appeared with two glasses of very nice Riesling.
It was good to wash away the remnants of what Trevor the electrician had left in
my mouth. Kristy seemed pleased to rid herself of the last reminder of the old
guy she'd sucked off too.  " Do you Ladies understand the nature of the
positions available?"
Rick asked as he ran his eyes over us. He seemed to like what he saw.
" Yes we do Rick."  I said in a soft voice, making sure his eyes met mine. "
You're after women to work as Topless Waitresses. I think I'm well equipped for
that position Rick."
" Me too." Kristy added quickly. " I'm sure I've got what you're looking
for Rick "
" Have either of you ever done this sort of thing before?"
" No." We both said in innocent voices. " But I'm a very quick learner Rick." I
added, smiling mischievously.
" Okay Ladies. This is how it works." Rick said before Kristy had a chance to
say anything else. " We dress you in black stockings, Garter-belt; black
G-String panties and black very high heeled shoes. And that's it.  You walk
around the club serving drinks dressed like that." He waited for our reaction.
We both smiled. " Sounds great." Kristy said. " I'm willing to do whatever you
want Rick."
" Okay. Well I'll need to see what you look like."
" Yes Sir." Kristy answered instinctively.
" Sir?" Rick said laughing quietly. " Just call me Rick...." He still wasn't
sure if the two ladies in the 'Mummy' dresses were serious. But he wasn't what
I'd expected. I thought he'd be some sleazy guy who called us 'Dumb Whores' and
treated us like 'Dumb Whores.' Rick wasn't like that at all.
We both stood up and tried to look more seductive and sexy than the other as we
took off our 'Mummy' dresses. Rick's eyes wandered over our bodies as we stood
facing him and took off our bras. He spent more time looking at my tits than he
did at Kristy's. He leant forward and buzzed the intercom.
" Angie. Get Bruno and Nick to come in here please."
" Sure Rick."
" Okay. The customers are mainly men, but we do get a few women as well. They
pay $80 just to get in and $15 for spirits , $10 for beer or wine and $5 for
soft drinks. We're not a cheap Kings Cross Strip Joint and we don't employ
whores." He looked at us but didn't say anything. He obviously didn't think we
were whores.
" People spend a lot of money for a night out here; and we want them to enjoy
themselves, and hopefully come back. The Dancers provide the entertainment,
we've got some really great women who do fantastic shows. Your job would be  to
help make the customers happy. You'd be like a novelty thing; the dancers are
the main attraction. And there's a lot more to it than just walking around
flashing your tits. The customers can grope you if they want to and they can
talk to you however they want to. If someone gets their kicks out of abusing you
then I don't care as long as they're happy and neither will you."
" Sure, not a problem Rick." Kristy said as she started to take off her cotton
panties. I quickly took mine off too.
" You ladies aren't at all shy are you?" Rick said smiling.
" You want to see what you're getting if you hire me." I said cheekily.
" Yes I do." Rick said smiling again, he had a really nice smile. " It's not as
easy as it sounds though. If someone doesn't like you or thinks you're an ugly
whore and tells you to fuck off, you smile and politely fuck off."
He waited for a reaction again but we just smiled, Kristy said: " Not a problem
Rick."
I said: " Someone doesn't like me and tells me to fuck off, I fuck off.  That's
fine with me Rick. They're paying a lot of money and they're entitled to have a
woman that appeals to them to serve them." Rick smiled at me.
" You have to tell the customer you're sorry and you hope you haven't spoilt
their night and that you'll have another girl serve them.  If a customer is
enjoying insulting you or being rude to you; you go back as often as you can so
he can enjoy himself some more. That's what you're here for."
" The customer does whatever they want and can say whatever they want. I just
keep smiling. Sounds good to me Rick." Kristy glared at me.  " That's exactly
right." Rick said sounding pleased with me." The security guys decide if
someone's a problem, not you girls." " That's fine by me." Kristy said for the
sake of saying something as she ran her hand over the top of her crotch, trying
to get his attention. He hadn't said anything about us. I thought he would have
said something about our tits and shaved cunts. He looked, closely, but he
didn't make any comments at all. I didn't know whether he liked what he saw or
not.
" Why do you ladies want to do this?"
" For the money." Kristy said.
" And because I'd be good at it." I said. " I'd enjoy it. It sounds like fun."
" I like you're attitude, Lynne was it ?" I nodded. " If you don't enjoy it and
have a bit of fun then you're no good to me." Kristy wanted to say something but
Angella walked in with two men and she didn't get the chance. I shot her a quick
smirk.
" What do you think of these two?" Rick said. " Turn around ladies."
We turned around and Angella and two very ethnic looking men looked us up and
down.
" Ladies, this is Bruno, and Nick. This is Lynne and......." Rick had forgotten
her name.
" Kristy." She said abruptly. She obviously hadn't made much of an impression on
Rick so far.
" This one's got big tits."  Bruno said as he grabbed a handful.
" Yeah, and they're nice tits too." Nick added having a feel for himself. As
much as I enjoyed the feel of their hands on my tits; I enjoyed the fact that
they were ignoring Kristy even more.
" She's well proportioned." Angella said tilting her head to one side.  "Come
and have a feel too Angie Baby." I said to myself. Angella was a spunky little
thing.
" She's got nice nipples too." Angella said as my nipples grew stiff from the
attention they were getting from Nick and Bruno. " She won't need to be iced up
much by the look of it." They all laughed and I didn't know why.
" The other one's a bit flat." Bruno said turning his attention to Kristy.
" She's got a good figure though." Angella said. " Cute arse. What's the go with
the shaved pussys?"
" I thought you'd like that Angie." Rick said from behind us. " I like it too. I
thought we could dress them in crutchless panties and just use them for drinks.
We haven't got anyone doing crutchless at the moment."
" Crutchless would be great." Bruno liked the idea. " Guys love bald cunts."
Nick added looking right between my legs.
" So do women." Angella said smiling. " They couldn't serve food like that. But
just drinks would be Okay. And none of the other girls will do crutchless. Will
these two do crutchless ?"
It was weird the way they talked about us as if we weren't there. Up until then
Rick had called us ladies and treated us as ladies. Now we were just objects to
be assessed. We were suddenly whores again.  " Why do we have to take both of
them? What is it, some sort of package deal." Bruno didn't laugh at his own
joke; neither did the others.
" We don't have to take both of them." Rick said from behind us. " Ok yes or no;
This one:" He pointed at me.
" Yep. She's a goer." Bruno said.
" Yeah, but preferably crutchless." Was Nick's comment.  " Same here. Yes, but
preferably crutchless." Angella said looking at my now wet cunt, then our eyes
met for a moment. I think Angella liked my big wet cunt.
" Ok. And the other one." Rick pointed at Kristy.
" No." Bruno said without hesitating. " Blokes want Big Tits."
" I'd say Yes, but ONLY crutchless, otherwise I'm with Bruno." " I agree with
Nick. She'd have to be crutchless. The other girls could cover their tables with
the snack food."
" Okay." Rick said after Angella had finished. " Thanks for that."
The other three took another look at us before they left. It had been an
interesting experience. Strange in that I found it very arousing sexually, but I
didn't feel at all humiliated or embarrassed. I just love being on display.
Having people looking at me and saying things about me.  But the weirdest part
is that I get turned on more by being insulted than by being praised. I get much
wetter when people say things like: " She's an old whore with a fat arse." Than
I do when they say: " She's got great tits and a nice big cunt." Or things like
that. The more degrading the comment, the wetter my big bald cunt gets.
" Okay. Give me another look at you."  He spent more time looking at me than he
did looking at Kristy. " Do either of you have a problem wearing crutchless
panties?"
" No Rick, that sounds like fun." Kristy said.
" Sounds like more than just fun." I said smiling." And I'll work for just tips
to start with Rick. If you think I'm worth it, you can pay me what you pay the
others when you're ready."
" It's a deal Lynne. Can you start tonight?"
" I can start now Rick. I'm dressed for it." We both laughed, Kristy didn't.
" Get dressed and go and see Angella. She'll show you what to do."
" What about me?" Kristy asked nervously. This point in our contest was just
about mine.
" I'm sorry....Kristy. But you really need to have big tits for this sort of
thing. " Kristy was still trying to talk her way into a job when I left. After
that I was  sure she'd try to suck or fuck her way into a job, but Rick didn't
look like the kind of guy who worked that way. He ran his business very
professionally.
Angella took me into a large dressing room behind the stage. There were Vanity
units with Hollywood globes running around them, mobile hangers crammed with
lingerie and costumes for the dancers.
" Okay. All the girls wear the same thing. Black high heeled shoes; black
stockings and garter belts; and black G-String panties. You're wearing
crutchless, aren't you?"
" Yes, that's right."
" Okay. Well, you start the night off in normal G-String, and then go
"Crutchless" about half way through the night. The customers love it."
Angella watched me take off my clothes and change into the Lingerie.  I
pretended to have trouble with the garter belt and Angella quickly offered to
help. I saw the look in her eyes when her face was level with my crotch as she
crouched down beside me. She had a wedding ring on but I could tell Angella
liked pussy.
She explained how things were done while I put some make-up on at one of the
Vanities with the Hollywood lights.
I had to take their order, get the money first, and then go to the bar.  But I
was NEVER to touch the money. I had to hold the tray out for the customer to put
the money on, then go to the bar and hold out the tray for the bar staff to take
the money off. They'd get the drinks and work out the change and put it on the
tray.
Once I'd served the customer their drink I had to offer them their change. It
was up to me then to persuade the customer to tip me. I could do just about
anything to get a tip bar bending over and taking it up the arse on the table.
But I was to smile and be polite whether they tipped me or not.
When I did get a tip, I still couldn't touch the money at the table.
" Get the customer to put the money on your tray or down the tops of your
stockings or down the front of your panties."
" What about the back of my panties, can they put the money there.?"
I asked smiling seductively at her.
" They can stick it up your arse for all we care." Angella said laughing She
leaned over and put her hands on my shoulders. " Just don't touch the money.
Okay Lynne ?"
" Sure Angella. I won't touch the money."
" Now, when you get a tip, you go over to the bar, and Nick or Bruno will take
the money and put it in a tin and you collect it at the end of the night. And
don't worry Lynne. Every dollar you get tipped will be in your tin when you
collect it."
After that Bruno had me pretend that he was a customer and I had to serve him. I
got the hang of it pretty quickly. I was standing there holding out the tray
while Bruno gave me some tips on how to get tips when the lights suddenly dimmed
and the stage lit up. Rick ,Angella, and Nick sat at the table with Bruno.
" What's going on?" Bruno asked casually.
" That other girl, Kristy." Rick said. " She's a great dancer. She put a little
show on for me in my office. She's got all the moves. I thought she might be
alright as a Lap Dancer. She says she'll do it for tips only until she's proved
herself. I want your opinions."
" Get me a Coke." Rick said barely looking at me. " I'll have a Mineral Water."
Angella said without looking at me at all. " Coke." Bruno said, he didn't look
at me either. " VB." Nick said looking at the stage.
" You've been thinking about using Lap Dancers Rick." Angella said as I started
to walk away. " This would be a good way of trialing it without the expense and
hassle of finding someone. If she's no good, we just can her. It's a no lose
scenario for us."
" I agree Ange." Rick said. " But from what I saw she's........" I didn't hear
the rest of what Rick said. " Fucking Bitch." I swore to myself as I lent on the
bar and waited for Bronco the barman. " A fucking lap dancer;
Fuck !"
" Two cokes, a mineral water and a VB."  Bronco is a very attractive man.  Dark
skinned, tall, with a hint of a French accent. I assumed he was from New
Caledonia. He really had my attention at first; but I was too pissed off to
think about having his big black cock in my mouth now.
The stage lights dimmed and then lit up brightly. Kristy was dressed in a short
black coat; and dancing to Shania Twain's " Man I feel like a Woman."  She
looked hot. Just like she did those times at the disco on the Gold Coast. She
sure could move that body of hers. She slowly took the coat off in rhythm with
the music and twirled it around and flung it away; she had only the standard 
Black high heeled shows; black stockings and garter belt; and black G-String
panties on underneath the coat. Kristy looked incredible  dressed like that with
heaps of make-up on and her hair all frizzed and up. Even I got turned on just
looking at her.
I carried the tray back to the table and put their drinks in front of them. 
Angella wasn't interested in me now, her eyes were on Kristy as she strutted
around the dance floor. I poured the VB into a glass for Nick as the music
changed and Kristy swaggered down the aisle towards the table.
" Out of the road Lynne." Rick said and I stepped back so Kristy could step up
onto a chair and then onto the table. They all loved the way she moved. Their
eyes devoured her body. Kristy must have picked up the vibes from Angella too
because she did the lap dance on her lap. I thought Angella was going to wet her
pants. " Dyke Bitch." I swore to myself.
" Well what do you think?" Rick said when the music ended. Kristy was still
sitting on Angella's lap. " I think she's great." Angella said. Big fucking
surprise that was.
It was 2.00 o'clock. Rick told me to go and get changed and be back by 5.00. The
bar opened at 6.00. Angella went off with Kristy to help her pick some other
clothes to wear. " I hope her tongue gets stuck up your arse you fucking dyke
bitch." I swore at Angella under my breath.  I wandered the streets until 4.30
and went back to the club. Kristy hadn't won this round yet. I was going to
hustle my arse off, and bend Ricks rules where I could. This round of the
contest wasn't over yet.  I had a shower and started getting dressed as other
women started turning up. They were all young and attractive, and they all had
big tits.  Only one of them spoke to me: " This is for the Dancers. The
Waitresses get changed behind the bar."
" Sorry." I said sarcastically. " I didn't know." Apparently the Strippers who
call themselves dancers don't mix with the lowly Topless waitresses.  There were
six other women getting dressed as Topless Waitresses in the small change room
behind the bar. None of them liked me either. They'd heard I was going to go
Crutchless. They all refused to; they were too good for that.
" Come on Ladies." Bruno said walking into the room. " Time to shake your tits
and wiggle your arses."
We were given groups of tables to work. Mine were right up the back. I had to
stand there waiting for the customers to come in. The early one's went straight
up to the front close to the stage. I stood there in just my panties and
stockings as men walked passed me headed towards the front near the stage.
But the club soon started to fill up. My first customers were a group of
businessmen in suits and ties. One of them slapped me on the arse as he walked
passed me.
" Hi. I'm Lynne. What can I get for you?" I asked as I had been told to.
They were all looking at me, mainly at my tits, but they weren't openly staring.
" A few drinks will change that."  I thought to myself.
" Do you have Crown?" One of them asked.  "What about 4X ?"
" I'm sorry, I don't know. I'll have to check." They looked at me as if I was
stupid. I bolted over to the bar. " Why didn't anybody fucking tell me what sort
of beer we had?" I mumbled to myself as I waited for Bronco to put the change on
the tray of a young blonde woman with huge tits and a great arse.
" Excuse me Bronco." I didn't want to wait any longer. " What sort of beer do we
have." The blonde with the big tits rolled her eyes at me. Bronco threw a Drink
List on the bar in front of me and I quickly tried to memorise the Beer, Wine,
Spirits and Soft Drinks available, and went back to the table. " I'm sorry I
said leaning over slightly so my tits would wobble around for them. " We don't
have Crown."
They gave me their orders again:   " VB."  " Tooheys"   " VB."  " Scotch
and Dry"   " Fosters"   " VB." " That's $65" I said hoping I'd added it up
right as I held out my tray.
They argued about who would shout first. They were waving wallets and money
around trying to impress each other. Eventually one of them put two fifties on
my tray.
" Three VBs, One Tooheys, One Fosters and a Scotch and Dry." I said to a man
behind the bar I hadn't seen before. There were four men plus Bronco behind the
bar now. They all checked me out, but none seemed particularly impressed.
I served their drinks and held the tray out with the $35 change on it. The man
took the $35 without looking at me. " Thanks." I said trying to smile.  It was
like that for a while. They all looked at my tits and between my legs in a
discreet way and no one tipped me.
But after a couple of drinks and a couple of strips up on stage, they all
started to loosen up a bit.
" Is there anything I can do for you ?"  I said leaning over to four young men
sitting at a round table right at the back. " You could lose 20 pounds off
you're arse for a start." One of them said and they all laughed loudly.
" Don't you like my fat arse?" I said trying to sound disappointed and sexy at
the same time. " No. But I like your tits. I bet you've knocked a few drinks
over with those in your time."
" Not as many as I've knocked over with my fat arse." I said looking down at my
arse with a feigned sad look. They all laughed. One of them smacked me lightly
on my arse and left his hand there. " I like your arse."
He said as he ran his hand over me. " I like your hand." I said smiling.  They
tipped me $5. One of them put it down the front of my panties while the others
watched.
I started to get to know the people at my tables, and most of them started to
tip me. They all put the money down the front of my panties.
Some guys called me their whore. Others their 'piece of arse.' Some rubbed my
arse when I served them. Others liked to play with my tits or pull on my
nipples. One guy kept wanting me to tell him how wet I was.
Others wouldn't tip me unless I pulled my panties back and showed them my shaved
cunt. One group of men kept waving money at me to get under the table and suck
them off. " Later." I kept telling them with a smile. One guy tipped me in coins
that he put down the front of my panties. They usually fell out before I got
back to the bar. Another guy always put the money in mouth, between my teeth.
There were two women sitting alone at a table for two up in a corner. I assumed
they were Lesbians but they hadn't done anything all night to show that they
were. They looked like average women. They were both drinking Bacardi and Coke.
I walked over to them while a woman on stage did an act with a very clever and
very lucky snake.  One of them put a $20  note down the front of my panties as I
lent over to ask them if they wanted another drink. " Thanks." I said, "What can
I get for you ladies?"
" You can get us off." The brunette who put the money down my panties said. " I
don't think I can do that I'm sorry." She waved a Hundred in front of me and put
it under my nose and told me to smell it.
" Sure." I said and I sniffed the note. It smelt of cunt juice. " What exactly
do you want me to do Miss?"
" She doesn't want you to do anything." The older blonde one said, and the two
women giggled, the way drunk horny women giggle " I want you to get under the
table and lick my cunt. Right here with all these people around."
" I'd love to Miss. I bet you taste good. But I'm not allowed to do that."
" Just get our drinks then." The other one said. They didn't tip me again after
that.
There was a young couple in another dark corner. She was quite pretty, and very
nervous, he was drunk. " Excuse me." The young woman said as I walked past. Her
husband wasn't with her.
" What can I do for you Miss?"
" I'd um, I'd like a drink."
" Sure, what can I get you Miss?"
" I'm not sure. Let me think for a minute." She licked her fingers and slid her
hand down between her legs and started playing with herself under the table. "
Show me your cunt. Like you did for those men."
" Sure Miss." I pulled my panties to one side and showed her what she wanted to
see. She moaned quietly when she saw my shaved cunt.
" Do you like my shaved cunt Miss? I love shaving my cunt. I get so wet and I
always end up masturbating."
" Oh God." She panted softly. Looking around nervously.
" Don't worry Miss. No one can see you."
" Can I touch it, can I touch your big wet cunt?"
" Sure Miss. I'd love you to touch my big wet cunt. But I'm very wet. You'll get
my cunt juice all over your fingers."  She moaned louder this time.  Her hand
was moving faster under the table as she reached out with her other hand and
rubbed my cunt. Then she put her fingers in her mouth so she could taste me.
" You can go now. Go away." She didn't even tip me.
" Thank you Miss." She stopped playing with herself and her husband appeared
from no where. They smiled at each other. He saw me looking at them.
" Go on, Fuck off." He growled at me. So, I fucked off. They left soon
afterwards and probably fucked their brains out in the carpark. If the woman
made it as far as the car park.
I hadn't seen Kristy all night and was beginning to think that she wouldn't be
doing her little strip and lap dance thing after all. But then the music started
again, the curtain opened, and Kristy was on the stage in a short black skirt
that was level with her crotch, black panties, black fishnet stockings, high
heels, and a black bra underneath a white blouse that wasn't done up. She looked
incredible. The dirty slut look.
She danced around for a while; then took off her blouse, then her skirt, then
her bra, and moved down onto the floor of the club. She spent the next hour or
so sitting on men's laps rubbing herself against them and doing everything short
of fucking everybody in the club. The crowd loved her. People shoved money down
her stockings and down the front of her panties. I lost count of the number of
times she went to the bar to hand in her tips. The whole crowd applauded when
she was finally finished.
" Time to go crutchless." Bruno said as I was at the bar getting an old guy a
drink. I took him his Scotch and Coke, held out the tray with his $15 change on
it and said: " You couldn't spare any of that for me could you.  I need
something down the front of my panties to soak up all my juices down there." He
was pretty drunk, I thought he might slip me something.
" You make me sick you fucking whore." He said angrily.
" I'm sorry Sir." I said smiling. " I won't bother you again. I'll get one of
the other girls to serve you. I'm really sorry, I hope I haven't spoilt your
night." I started to walk away.
" Come back here whore."
" I'm sorry Sir, I thought you wanted me to leave."
" I want you to admit what you are."
" I'm a whore. A cheap whore."
" You always were Lynne." I had no idea who he was. But he obviously knew me.
" Is there anything else I can do for you Sir?"
" Yeah, fuck off."
" Yes Sir." I walked trying to figure out who he was. But things kept happening.
I was a lot more popular when I was wearing the crutchless panties. Everybody
loved my shaved cunt. And everybody started tipping me more. People were calling
me over to their tables to serve them. Even the old guy who had told me to fuck
off called me over as I walked near him.
" Come here whore." He sneered at me.
" What can I do for you Sir?" I said, I still had no idea who he was.
" A bald cunt." He said smiling as he looked between my legs. " You've got big
cunt flaps Lynne."
" Thank you Sir. I have got big cunt flaps haven't I?"
"Big droopy tits, a fat arse and big cunt flaps. How did an old mole like you
get a job here with all these hot babes?."
" Maybe I'm here because I'm fat and ugly and it makes the other girls look
better. "
" You're only here for people to laugh at Lynne."
" I think you're right Sir. Would you like me to fuck off now ?"
" Bend over and show me that fat arse of yours first."
" Certainly Sir." I turned around and bent over for him. " It's one big fat arse
isn't it. I hope looking at it doesn't make you throw up Sir." Before I knew it
he had me pinned to the table; his cock in his hand; trying to fuck me up the
arse.
" Sorry Lynne." Voices said as men in Security uniforms came from everywhere.
They bashed the crap out of the poor old bloke before they even got him outside.
I dread to think what they did to him once they got him outside.
" I'm really sorry Lynne." Rick was standing beside me with his arm around me. "
Are you Okay? That's not suppose to happen, Security are suppose to stop it
before it happens. "
" Sorry Rick." One of the Security guys said nervously once he came back inside.
" The old guy looked harmless."
" It's Okay Rick." I said smiling. " The old guy was drunk, I thought he was
harmless too." Rick took a wad of notes out of his pocket and held out two
hundreds. " This is a tip from me."
" Where would you like to put it Sir?" I said smiling, Rick smiled back as he
put it down my stockings.
The little drama up the back had gone pretty well unnoticed. People were still
drinking and watching the dancers. The other waitresses were still serving
drinks and hustling for tips.
People got noisier and cruder as the night became morning, and everybody got
drunker. But the tips got bigger. By 4.00 am the strips were over but there were
still quite a few people around.
I saw Rick and went and asked him for a favour. He looked around the club. I
showed him where they were, and he smiled and said: " Alright, you've had a good
first night, and you obviously need the money. But be discreet." I went over to
the table with the two women.
" Last drinks ladies, and your last chance for anything else you might want." "
You'll do it?" The brunette one said excitedly. " Right here under the table?"
" Do what Miss?" I said innocently.
" You'll get under the table and lick my cunt, right here in the club."
" If you do her, you got to do me too." The blonde one said with her hand
already between her legs. She was hornier than the other one now.
" I'll do whatever you want me to do Miss. That's what I'm here for." They
looked at each other like randy little schoolgirls. " Me first." The brunette
said.
One thing I'd learnt as a whore on the streets of Kings Cross was that people
will pay more while they're hot and horny than they will after you get them off.
" Aren't you going to put something down my stockings for me too Miss?"  The
blonde one held out the Hundred dollar bill and slowly put it down the top of my
stockings. Then I moved closer to the brunette one. She wrapped her hand around
my leg and stroked my cunt with her other hand. " I like that Miss." I panted at
her. " Do you have anything for me ?"
" Yeah, a hot wet cunt." She panted. " You have to do me too. Right here in the
club."
" I'd do you anywhere Miss." I said in a passionate voice. She reached into her
purse and pulled out a fifty. I looked down at her with a sad face.  She pulled
out another fifty and put them down my stockings.
" Now quick, get under the table." The Brunette one said. " Me first."
I looked around the room. Everybody was drunk and groping the other waitresses
while they hustled for tips. I quickly ducked down and under the table, The
brunette one had her legs open and no panties on. The blonde one was the same. "
What have you two been up to I wondered." The blonde one  played with herself
while I licked and sucked on the brunettes one's wet cunt. Her arse lifted up
off the chair and I think she came, but it was hard to tell. I knew she had when
she pushed my head away.
There wasn't a lot of room under the table but I managed to turn around and bury
my face between the blonde ones legs. She held my head and fucked my face. I was
sure I knew when she came.
Three men sitting a few tables up saw me crawl out from under the table.  I
smiled at them. The two women were glowing; their faces flushed with excitement
and fulfilment. I don't think they were Lesbians. I think they were probably
just bored housewives desperate for some fun in life. I think I'd been able to
help them out with that.
We'd stopped serving drinks and there were only a few people left in the club. I
had a shower and got changed back into my "Mummy" dress and collected my tips of
Bruno. He had the money in a big thick sealed envelope. Rick came up and said he
was very pleased with my first night and gave me a card. " Give me a call if you
want to work tonight Lynne."
The sun was coming up as I walked outside. I was exhausted and thought about
catching a taxi to The Mistress's house. But I wasn't going to spend any of the
money I'd made in tips, and that was the only money I had. So I walked all the
way across the city to her house.
Kristy was already there; kneeling on the floor in front of the Mistress in the
Sitting Room; still in her floral Mummy dress just like me; and clutching an
envelope full of money, just like me. Monica had black gear on this time as she
led me by the arm to the Mistress. I fell to my knees next to Kristy.
" Well, my little whores. How much money did you make for me." We passed The
Mistress our envelopes and she had Monica count the money. " Kristy has $240
more than Lynne Mistress." Kristy's face lit up.
" Another point for you Kristy." The Mistress said patting her on the head
affectionately. >

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