Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2011 23:15:14 -0800 From: marianasdeep3@hushmail.com Subject: Fast Cash Stripper (Part 3, Exit Stage Left) The author's complete set of stories can be found here: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#marianasdeep Comments and suggestions are welcomed and appreciated. You can e- mail them to MarianasDeep3@hushmail.com I made some fast cash, but it sure was more than I bargained for. I ended up with a belly full of cum, a lingering taste of cock in my mouth, and a sore, leaking ass as I rode my bike home. Part III: Exit stage left As I was coming in off stage left, I started pulling the money out of my pouch, some of the bills were even wrapped around my cock (how could that have happened?). There were even a few bills rolled up and sticking in my ass-crack. I was shocked. C-notes, fifties, twenties. Are these tips extra for me? Just then Scooter's uncle came by grabbing the cash, "Excellent. Hand it over boys." The other boys came up one by one handing him the cash in their pouches. When he noticed my look of forlorn, he said to me, "That's the house's. Do you think the guys out there buy drinks or something? None of them want whiskey dicks." Some of the audience was pushing into the hallway from the left stage door as if they had followed us off stage. Scooter's uncle turned to deal with them and got into a heated discussion with one of them. "Look, I put 2 C-notes on the kid's cock. I want some time with the blondy." I perked up knowing I was the only blonde in the group. Scooter's uncle replied, "That's a tip. That's NOT how we pay up for that. You have to go around back and sign the kid's consent form, then we'll discuss price." Scooter suddenly was pulling on my arm, "That's none of our business. We gotta get changed, then relax for awhile." He pulled me into the nearby locker room, and we sat on a bench. Scooter asked, "Would you accept a blowjob from that guy?" "Aren't there any chicks?" I asked, meeting Scooter's look of impatience, "...Or at least some guy my build? He doesn't look bad, but he's buff, which makes me nervous." Scooter was getting impatient with my ramblings, so I finally answered, "God, I'm so horny I've gotta do something. At least jack. Can I go into a dressing room?" "No, and don't do that! These guys can suck your balls dry like never before. It's great," then he added, "Did you sign your consent form ... oh yeah, there wasn't time. Come with me." We went down the hall, me still clad only in my string, leaving my underwear, jeans, and dance shirt on the bench, turned right and went down the back hallway. We went to the back of the club as his uncle was negotiating with men near the back door out. "Yes, that's a half hour price. We don't have more time than that between dances. Look, he's a virgin. They're worth more..." Scooter quickly got me to a table in the nearby back office, out of earshot of the commotion, barely. There was a stack of forms. He handed me a card, "This is your fake ID. It's copied at the top of these forms. Just sign a couple by your name." I looked at the form: "I, Mark Johnson, declare that I am a legal adult consenting to sexual intercourse on this day, _______________. __________________. Mark Johnson With _______________________" Scooter instructed, "Sign here above your name. The guy will sign it on that blank line at the bottom." "What's intercourse?" I asked. "Blowjobs and stuff like that," Scooter replied. As soon as I signed, Scooter was pulling me down the back hall again and turned left toward the locker room, but this time he opened one of the doors on the left and led me inside to sit on a bed in one of the dressing rooms. On a bedside table, he left a small plastic tube and a small bottle of some clear liquid. "That guy will be here in a minute." Then he closed the door and walked down the hall. I felt as nervous as if I were waiting for a doctor to come in. The door opened and I stood up as Scooter's uncle ushered the man inside, "Half hour's all you got. Blow `n' go," closed the door, and left. The man now was standing with the door closed behind him as I stood by the bed. "Look at you, you're an angel ...", the man said, then noticing my unease, "Are you scared?" "A little nervous I guess," I responded. "No need to be, just sit down and let me help you relax." I sat on the bed as he approached, then kneeled on the floor between my legs bringing us face to face. "You're gorgeous, such perfect skin." With that he began kissing my neck, which was weird for a first time, but it got even weirder as he started to lick. "I hear you want a blowjob, is that right?" "Yeah...I guess," I said sheepishly. "Ever have one before?" he asked as if to taunt me. "No," I confessed. "Ever give one? Something tells me that pretty face has kissed some cock before, is that right?" "No," I tried to say firmly. "Do you want to suck some cock for the first time?" "No way!" I said, getting kinda weirded out. "Sure there's a way, but I think you need to have that raging boner relieved first. Is that right?" "Yeah," I said to finally turn the attention to my cock instead. I didn't realize I was also affirming the first part of his question". "Well let's start here and see where it goes," he said as he started licking my chest. I was getting excited now and my cock showed it. "Let's see if you like to have your tits sucked first. That's a good indicator." He started sucking and licking both tits, squeezing the other with his hands as his tongue moved from one side of my chest to the other." "Ahhhhhh ..." I moaned and breathed out. "Just what I thought. Some guys have no reaction to that, but you're the bitch kind." He continued sucking my tits a little then started moving lower, flicking his tongue into my navel. "You're in luck kid, I give oral to bitches." He looked at my pouch, straining to hold my raging hard-on inside, then rubbed the wet stain below my cockhead. I was already oozing pre cum as before. "Let's see what we have here." He slid the top of my pouch off my cock, stared at it moaning, then sucked me in. In a flash I was moaning and breathing heavy, "Oh, yeah...oh yeah." He took his mouth off my cock, lifted my legs and started licking around my balls. To keep me excited, he had grabbed my cock with his hand and was stroking me as he lifted my legs and moved to lick around my asshole. I was surprised anyone would do that, but it was weirdly a turn on. Then he started darting his tongue into my ass. Besides the somewhat unsettling feeling of being penetrated, there were some incredible sensations creating strong urges at the base of my cock. Combined with him feeling me up, I was building fast to a climax, already passing that glorious point of no return. When he saw I was about to bust a nut, he replaced his tongue with a finger, rubbing my prostrate, and returned his mouth around my cockhead, sucking hard. I blew my biggest load of cum ever, but never saw any of it. Scooter was right, the guy absolutely drained my balls down his throat. I got my first blowjob, and a big one at that. I felt triumphant.