Margo's Own Story - S01 E08

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Margo's Own Story - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

At breakfast, Shirley told me more about the club. That's when she revealed that, if you wanted to dance there, you had to have sex with Boris, the owner - bare! During my "tryout," I went thru that ordeal and started working a couple of Monday's later. Thankfully,

Boris didn't come around that often - there was plenty of variety to keep him satisfied.

I got pretty good at lap dances. You made more money and had more dances with a guy, if you were generous with the contact you allowed. After I got over my initial fear of the bouncer (by having the guys tip him) and the rules, I would let men suck on my tits and rub my thong between the legs. You weren't supposed to be completely naked in the private area and that was fine with me; sometimes a wet spot appeared near a man's zipper; we girls viewed that as a risk though we were all on BC.

Shirly had told me the good money came from letting guys fuck you, but you had to be really careful and, frankly, have an arrangement with the bouncer - sometimes sex, but usually just money. I didn't think I wanted to do that and let the idea pass.

There was this one guy, I'll call him Pete, who'd been there often. Obviously married if you looked at his finger. I would rub Pete's cock with my hand thru his pants and even let his fingers inside my thong. I was actually enjoying it as much as he was. I'd get really wet and lately his fingers didn't just play on the outside of my pussy.

I learned that guys loved it if you reached into their pants and played with their bare cocks; sometimes they would come on my fingers and I would have to wipe them off on their undershirts. It had been a while since I'd seen him and I looked forward to trying that on him the next time he danced with me. But lo and behold, he had a condom on! "I use it to keep my clothes clean," he said.

"You're so prepared!" I chuckled. But he wasn't prepared for the thought that came over me! Suddenly, I wanted him even if it got me fired - I hadn't made that arrangement with the bouncer. I supposed I could take care of that later. 'Do you want to fuck me?" He was surprised, but said, "OK, that would be unreal." I made up a price, $100.

I turned around, facing away - a good laptop position - and sat on his legs. Fortunately, the bouncer had stepped away. "Take it out for me," and I felt him working the zipper and the waistband of his jockeys. When I was sure nobody was looking, I reached between my legs pulled my thong aside and pulled his cock into position.

If felt great sliding in - you get kinda tired of almost getting there all night even if you do appreciate the limits - but the limits were out the window this time. I continued the lap dance motions with him inside me for a couple of songs until we were both moaning quietly and I could tell he was cumming. When he finally popped out, I adjusted the thong and turned around. The condom was full. I slid it off, tied a knot, slid it into my purse wrapped in a kleenex and helped him zip up.

I bought a burner phone and the next time he came in I gave him my number. "Let me know if you, you know, want to get together somewhere else." A couple weeks later there was a text; his wife was away and could I come over. I dressed real sexy but wore a long overcoat so I wouldn't be too obvious as I walked into his apartment building and up the stairs. A couple feet inside the door we started kissing passionately - we'd never really kissed at the club- and simultaneously undressed each other, leaving a pile of clothes right there.

He had his hand in my pussy and I was rubbing his cock as our four-legged monster waddled over to the sofa. He pushed me down on the seat and knelt. "I want to eat you."

I wasn't sure that was a good idea but i let him, and soon my orgasm came. I was getting crazy, i know, but I muttered, "You can fuck me bare this time, and he did! I'd swear a whole lot more came out of him than in that condom, because when I traded places with him and knelt to give him a restoration BJ, a big glob ran down my leg. We fucked 3 times before I went home - the last time I needed help from KY - and he handed me $300 without my even having set a price.

We continued meeting in more private locations, and I will say, he knew how to please a girl. He always made sure I came.

Eventually, I admitted to myself that I was a whore, though I still considered this relationship more personal. The other big spenders were not personal at all, just business and always with condoms. And I guess that's why I stopped working at the club after a year; it was harder and harder to respect myself. I kept seeing Pete for a few more months but wouldn't accept money anymore. It all ended when I needed to transfer to a state school for money reasons. That was a good thing cause I met my future husband there, and there were things he didn't need to know about me.