John and Rachel quickly went to their respective bathrooms to clean up before she went back on stage and he sat down with a glass of spiced rum, watching her. Even though he had just fucked her, he was getting horny all over again watching her work that pole.
Her hair was so long and sexy. He recalled how good it had felt brushing against his skin, wrapped in his hand. And damn! The way she could shake her ass! She knew all of the selling points on her body and how to utilize them for maximum damage. And the cat ears and tail just added to her allure.
Men jeered and whistled. Whenever Rachel was on stage, she hogged nearly all the attention.
John had to repeatedly push down on his crotch. He was getting so uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Rachel hopped off the stage and strutted over to him. Pulling his chair out slightly, she shook her butt right in front of his face. When John gave it a bite, she turned around and gave him a playful slap across the face with her long cat tail.
Then, she straddled him, grabbing onto the back of his chair with one hand while the other one spun in the air. She moved her torso like a snake. John dropped his face onto her tits. Looks like he was finally going to get his lap dance. His post coitus lap dance.
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Rachel and John were in his car. They were both in the back seat. John had asked her to come to his car so he could show her his medical documents to prove that he was clean. While he was going through his glove box compartment, Rachel opened up the gallery app on her phone. She always carried around her records just in case. After all, she fucked for a living. It was a requirement. Sometimes, a male customer would be a little stingy and demand to see it first.
Of course, John wasn't a mere customer. She didn't charge him for anything other than the drinks and they'd done it raw each time. If her manager found out, she'd freak out. It was a strict rule in every establishment that was licensed for prostitution. All the girls were regularly tested, had to do it with a condom and STD's were never a problem.
But John was her bedmate. So it didn't matter if they did it raw. After all, there was no rule that said your boyfriend couldn't visit you while you were working, pound you for a bit and then leave. Some of the other girls had done it.
After showing each other their records, they had gotten very horny and decided to fuck again. John wanted to do her on the hood, but Rachel refused since that was against the rules. They might get fined for indecent exposure. After all, just because there was fucking going on inside didn't mean they could do it outside. It wasn't legal outside.
So they'd resumed their previous position, him sitting in the back seat, legs spread with Rachel gyrating on his wiener.
"So, what is your body count?" John growled, releasing her nipple with a loud pop.
"I'm not sure," Rachel replied, her hips moving in a frenzy. "I've never, ahh, ahh, kept track."
That upset John a bit, but he knew he had no right to feel that way as this was her job and she'd made it clear that they were just hooking up.
"What abo--about you?" Rachel gasped, their joined area producing squelching sounds.
John nipped her lip, squeezing her ass. "I'm more on the traditional side. I've only ever fucked women I've dated. You're the exception..." His words trailed off as he felt his balls tighten from pleasure. "I've never been this brazen with any woman before."
Rachel came with a shuddering moan. "I'm glad," she rasped. "I'd hate to miss out on your dick." She arched her back and stretched her arms when he burst inside her.
They kissed for a while and made small talk before Rachel went back inside to work.
"Remember our deal, Rachel. You're only dancing. No fucking so as long as you're with me."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." She actually made more money from fucking than dancing, but she didn't tell him that. If she struggled with her bills then she'd just ask him for help. Besides, this whole arrangement wouldn't last for long. A month or two and she'd be over it. He'd be over it. And they'd go their separate ways.
So...he's more on the traditional side. She heard him say that, but she'd been on his cock and on the brink of coming when she'd heard it so she didn't give it any thought. But now that her mind was clear, she was able to process it properly.
He only fucks his girlfriends? So when I told him I'm only down to smash and he said that's how he rolled as well, that was a lie?
But why did he lie? Because we have amazing physical compatibility and he wants to keep fucking me. Well, that part makes sense.
But I'm a hooker/stripper. This is what I do for work and how I make a living. I hope he understands that. There's no way I can be with him. Maybe I should just call him and break it off now? I've never gonna date the guy. What if he asks for that later on?
She accidentally smacked her head on the pole. She winced. Damn, she was getting distracted.
The dancer to the left looked at her. "You alright, girl? I've never seen you slip before."
"I'm fine, just thinking about the good ass dick I took earlier."
Her colleague laughed. So did Rachel.
For the rest of her shift, she pushed John out of her mind completely. When she left for home at 2:30am, she had made $1600.
It was a good shift.