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Archive-name: Working/dancer.txt


Archive-title: Dancer

	God, it's a slow night, she thought.  Her G-string was not 

cooperating as she pulled it up her taut thighs.  Beside her lay 

the lace corset she was to wear.  I hate working weeknights, she 

grumbled aloud.  Fortunately, noone was around, otherwise 

Charlie might get wind, and fire her altogether.  Noone wants a 

dancer who can't get into the act.  She pulled the string high 

into the crack of her ass, and admired herself in the mirror.  She 

ran her fingers down her bare cheeks, and smiled.  God, I look 

sexy, she thought.  The high heels seemed to make her long legs 

even more sultry and inviting.  Slowly, she stretched, and 

watched herself as her skin stretched and pulled.  Her breasts 

swayed free from any encumbering bra, and bobbed slightly as 

she righted herself. She grabbed the corset, and donned it, 

pulling tightly on the drawstrings.  Her breasts seemed to swell 

as the silk material bunched in around her, pushing them up 

and in.  A white dress- easily removable, was just what she 

needed to complete the outfit.

	Then, her thoughts moved back to the crowd outside.  She 

sighed, and felt a slight dejection.  There was noone, really, who 

seemed to get her in the mood.  But, that had happened before, 

and it would happen again.  It appeared as if she would have to 

make the best of it as usual.  Being an erotic dancer wasn't easy, 

even if she did clear over $300 a night.

	The noise and commotion outside drew her attention once 

more, and she heard the DJ announce her name.  She walked out 

of the dressing room, and into the club.  She had managed that 

walk- the one that she knew would drive the men crazy- and it 

made her feel good to know that men were looking at HER.  She 

walked out on the stage, to a thumping beat.  Good.  Something 

to really move to.  She started twirling around on the lighted 

table, feeling the men's eyes on her body like physical hands.  

She was being made love to in every one of these men's minds, 

and she loved it.  It made her feel unbelievanbly sexy to be the 

object of so many men's desires.  In her perverse fantasies, a 

select group of four or five men would come up on stage and 

take her, right then and there.

	She twirled around, and saw him.  He was there, sitting 

right at the table, plucking out dollar bills from his pocket. She 

hadn't even taken off one piece of clothing, and yet he was 

ready.  She couldn't take her eyes off of him, his presence was 

that commanding.  Even so, there was a show to do.  She 

reminded herself, one must remain detached.  You are their 

fantasies, that's all.

	The dress inched down her body, exposing the corset and 

her garter belt.  Soon, it had left her body completely, and she 

kicked it aside with a slight gesture of her foot.  Instantly, she 

felt better.  There was someone worthing dancing to, and he 

would PAY.  As she moved, she felt herself getting warmer, and 

more comfortable with the dance.  She went over to one side of 

the table, opposite of where he was sitting.  She ground her 

crotch into the young man's face, humping the air.  She could 

see the embarrassment and anxiousness in his face, and then 

smiled. He slid the dollar underneath the corset, afraid to put it 

inside the G-string.  She stood up, and bent over, her ass 

inviting a dollar bill from the young man's companion.  She 

looked straight ahead at the man at the other end of the table, 

and watched as he stared back at her, eyes crinkled as he 

smiled sardonically.  How cocky he is, she thought.  We'll see 

how he lasts.  She moved up and into the center of the table, 

and did a complete split, her back to him.  She knew that her 

ass could hold anyone's attention, and she was right.  As she 

spread herself on the cold table top, she felt better.  Her legs 

splayed apart, where she usually liked them, and only a small 

piece of fabric between her most private place, and him.  She 

rolled onto her back, and arched it, giving him a perfect view 

down the corset.  She opened her legs wide open, leaving her 

core open to the other side of the table.  Rolling onto her hands 

and knees, she crawled towards him, her back arching and her 

chest heaving.  She stood up just in front of him, and undid the 

corset ties.  The silk fabric fell away, and her exposed breasts 

tightened and smoothed.  All the while, she gyrated her hips 

towards him.  She bent her knees, and lay on her side in front 

of him.  She lifted a leg, and brought the high heel down behind 

the other one, allowing ample room for him to insert his dollar. 

He raised the dollar, and with his other hand, pulled the G-

string away from her body.  He wedged the dollar lower into 

her crotch.  When she looked at him, it happened.  He smiled, 

and opened his mouth.  His tongue came out and flicked at her.  

She gaped.  His tongue was at least six inches long!

	She started at him for a long time, unable to believe what 

she had just seen.  It was the first time she had ever been 

shocked like that at work, and she had seen a lot.  More 

importantly, she felt something that scared her.  Something 

inside of her wanted that tongue, and wanted it NOW. 

Immediately, she felt her juices flowing, and realized that she 

had to get off the stage, or otherwise it might prove 


	Somehow she managed to get up, gather her things, and 

walk calmly down the stairs into the dressing room.  On her 

way in, she told Mike, the bouncer, to have the man come into 

the room after her.  He protested at first, but her pleading look 

finally made him give in.

	She went into her dressing room, and heard a knock on 

the door.  She told whoever it was to come in, and sure enough, 

he was there.  She waved him in.

	"Follow me," she said.  He follwed her into a closet, where 

they kept the outfits which the ladies wore.   In the closet, there 

was a shelf. She sat upon it, and raised one leg beside her.  "If 

you're going to wave that thing around, you might as well use 

it."  He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She put her hands 

on his head, and guided it down to her pulsing core.  Her G-

string was already soaked, and the thin fabric running up and 

through her crotch was making her even hotter.

	He knelt down and kissed her through the tiny fabric.  He 

grabbed her ass with his hands, and positioned her on the edge 

of the shelf.  He pulled at the G-string with one hand, and by 

lifting her off the shelf was able to remove the flimsy piece of 

material.  She pulled at his hair, to get going.  He flicked his 

tongue at her, and sure enough, it was as large as she had 

thought.  The first thing he did was smile at her completely 

shaved nakedness.  With such a small piece of costume, it made 

sense, but still it made life a lot easier.

	He ran the tip of his tongue up and over her slit, never 

touching it, but simply running circles over and around.  She 

raised her other leg onto the shelf, and thrust her pelvis into his 

mouth.  With one long lick, he licked the back of her love canal, 

the small portion of skin between her ass and pussy, up through 

her slit, and rested on her clit.  She almost screamed, but caught 

herself just in time.  Her legs, however, couldn't remain poised 

on the shelf.  They slid down into a perfect split on the shelf, 

and she leaned back into the wall.

	Without using his hands and only his tongue, he opened 

her lips wider, and spread them apart.  He ran his tongue up 

one lip, and down the other, pausing in the middle, encircling 

her clit. As he did, she shuddered.  She knew that it wouldn't be 

long before she came; it never was.  Grinding her groin in men's 

faces had long prepared her for this.  Then he did it.

	He flattened his tongue, and lapped up her pussy.  The 

extra area touched all of her parts, and her eyes fluttered open 

in ecstasy.  He looked up at her, and when she looked down on 

him, he showed her his tongue in full length.  She watched as he 

rolled it, and then returned his attention to her hole. In one 

thrust, he forced it inside of her.  It was too much.  She gasped 

as it reached inside of her.  It was so damn long! Somehow, he 

managed to make licking motions inside of her, and she lost all 

control.  She was coming violently, grabbing his head and 

pushing it into her, making his tongue go as far as it could.

	He flattened his tongue inside her, and made more 

lapping motions.  He caressed places inside her body she didn't 

even know existed.  She felt her muscles groping and pulling at 

his tongue, stretching it inside of her.  He rotated his tongue 

around her inner walls, licking violently.  Her  orgasm was soon 

followed by another, just as powerful.  His tongue had explored 

her just as deeply as it would have had it been a dick, and she 

collapsed after her second orgasms finally subsided.

	He wasn't finished, however.  He started licking her up 

and down her slit, caressing her now full, pouty lower lips.  He 

flicked the tip of his enormous tongue at her clit, making it 

protrude slightly from her inner folds.  Then, he closed his lips 

around it, and sucked gently.  She gasped once more, and even 

cried out when he started to run his tongue over it inside his


	She was still leaning back, her ass almost entirely over 

the shelf edge now.  He finished playing with her clit, and 

started running his tongue around her muscles leading to her 

hole.  Quickly, he thrust his tongue in and out of her hole, every 

once and a while deliving completely inside, teasing her. Each 

thrust was met by an equally urgent push by her hips.

	He ran his tongue back down her love canal, and focused 

on her tight asshole.  He ran his tongue gently over it, and ran 

back up to her clit, then back down.  She worried briefly about 

what he was doing, but reminded herself that being a dancer 

required her to be clean- everywhere.  Besides, he was 

definitely enjoying himself, and she definitely didn't want him 

to stop.

	He carressed her asshole with the flat of his tongue, until 

she relaxed.  By prying her muscles with the tip of his tongue, 

he was able to inch his way in.  Her eyes shot open, as she had 

never felt this before.  This was something new!  Her ass 

muscles automatically tried to close, but each time his tongue 

provided pleasurable resistance.  Soon, she was able to control 

her muscles somewhat, constricting and relaxing, constricting 

and relaxing, drawing him in and pulling him out.  He thrust his 

tongue in and out of her this way, concentrating on her 

entrance, knowing that it was definately the most sensitive.

	As his tongue lived within her ass, she felt vaguely aware 

of a completely alien sensation. Deep within her, where she 

could not tell, she felt the beginnings of something powerful. 

She reached down between her legs with both hands.  With one 

hand, she played with his hair.  With the other, she ran her 

fingers over her clit.  She massaged her clit with one finger, and 

thrust three others into her whole.  But still, his tongue explored 

her ass, and still she felt the coming onslaught of something 


	Deep inside her, it came.  It rocked her whole entire 

body.  At the same time, her whisking fingers caused another 

orgasm, but it was two different sensations.  She had heard 

about anal orgasms, but never believed it possible.  Now, she 

was experiencing one of her own, and making a clitoral orgasm 

at the same time!  Her eyes rolled back into her head as her 

entire lower body seemed as if it wer about to explode.  He 

continued thrusting his tongue in and out of her body, while she 

fingered herself into oblivion.  All at once, she came.  Her own 

fingers were being sucked into her slit by her grabbing and 

pulsating pussy, and she felt her muscles twitch and grab at his 

tongue. Every feeling seemed to feed upon itself.  The orgasms 

never seemed to go away.  Her moans were quite loud, now, but 

she didn't care.  She was lost among a sexual experience she 

hadn't even dreamed of.

	Fatigued, she fell asleep.  She did not know when, but she 

did not remember her body slowing down.  When she awoke, he 

was gone, but she was left with the vague sensations which 

lingered between her legs.


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