Georgia - S01 E44

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Georgia - S01 E44

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 44

There were a couple of bouncers on the door and as they saw Daniella approaching one of them opened the door for us.

“Trajo a un amigo Daniella.” One said.

“Sí, tal vez una chica nueva para el espectáculo.” Daniella replied.

“Gracias.” I said to the man holding the door open as I followed Daniella in.

I was expecting the club to be dark and maybe a little dingy but I was surprised to see it well-lit and very clean looking. I looked around and saw tables and chairs, some of which were occupied by both men and women. The floor with the tables and chairs on it is stepped down to the stage; a bit like an indoor amphitheatre.

There was no one on the stage so I looked round and saw the bar. There were a couple of men sat at it and a couple of what I assumed was waitresses stood at one end. Both wore only heels and a thong.

“Come on Georgia.” Daniella said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards a door near the stage.

She led me through the door and along a corridor that had several doors on it. At the end she knocked on a door then opened it. Stepping in I saw a desk, some filing cabinets and a couch. The man looked up, smiled and said,

“You know the rules about bringing kids to work Daniella. You need to take her home right now.”

“No boss, she’s not a kid; she wants to work here, on stage like me.”

By that time I’d got my I.D. card out and held it for him to look at. Taking it from me he looked at it and smiled.

“Nice photos but I need to see the real thing. Strip!”

His outright bluntness caught me off-guard for a second then I put my backpack down and started un-buttoning my dress. I watched his eyes as I worked on the buttons. When I’d undone the last one I shrugged the dress off my shoulders and caught it before it hit the floor.

I put it on his desk then tweaked, pulled and twisted my nipples, not that they could have got any harder, they were already hurting a little.

Then, still looking into his eyes, I smiled then slowly turned round. When I was facing away from him I spread my feet, bent at the waist and put my right hand over my pussy from my front.

Dipping 2 fingers into my dripping pussy I went in and out a couple of times then stood up and turned to face him. Looking him in the eyes again I held my right hand up and offered it to him.

He smiled again then got up off his chair.

“Bend over the desk.” He commanded.

I did then watched him un-zip his jeans as he walked round behind me. There was a short pause then he trust into me in one hard, fast move. I grunted at the force of the invasion then got into the same rhythm as his thrusts.

I thought of the times that James had done that to me out in the woods and in the lawn in front of daddy’s house. Turning my head I saw Daniella watching us with a smile on her face.

It didn’t take long for either of us to cum. First me, quickly followed by the man.

When we stopped fucking there was a silence until I felt his cock soften. He pulled out and said,

“Clean it.”

I got up then down onto my knees and took his cock into my mouth. As I sucked it I wondered if it was just his cum that I was tasting or if there was any of the man’s from the gym still inside me.

Satisfied that his cock no longer had his cum or my juices on it, he backed off and pulled his jeans up. As he walked back to his chair he said,

“You’d be happy doing that in front of an audience would you girl?”

“One, ten, a hundred, even a thousand; the more the better.” I replied.

“Okay, a thousand per performance; but if you run off stage and don’t make it to the end you don’t get paid.”

“Okay.”

“Take her to Diego Daniella and see what he’s got planned for tonight’s show. He may or may not be able to fit her into the show. What’s your name girl?”

“Georgia. I’m called Georgia.”

“Right Georgia. Diego may want to change that for the shows. Maybe you should use the stage name of ‘Lolita’. It suits you.”

Daniella picked up my dress and backpack and motioned for me to follow her. I did, and in the corridor she gave me my dress and told me to put it on.

I followed her to another door in that corridor which she opened. Inside I saw a man writing in a notebook.

“Lolita, this is Diego, our choreographer. All these shows are the product of his over-active dirty mind.”

“It’s not dirty Daniella; it’s artistic.” Diego replied. “So you’re joining our cast then Lolita?”

“Yes.”

“Good, take that dress off and let me see what I’ve got to work with.”

As I unbuttoned my dress, again, I wished that I’d worn one without buttons. When I was naked Diego continued,

“Good, no underwear marks and no tan lines. You won’t need any makeup. Right, tonight’s performance is ‘A night at the gym.’”

“I laughed and Daniella said,”

“I was there doing some warm-up exercises ready for tonight.”

Diego continued,

“We’ve got 2 girls on the rota for tonight; one more will be just fine. Lolita, Daniella will show you the wardrobe room. We don’t start for a couple of hours so relax, get a drink, work the bar or do whatever you like. Daniella will look after you.”

Daniella let me out and to another room that acted as a clothes store and changing room. There were some lockers at one end and Daniella led me to them.

“So Daniella, what do you normally do when you get here early?”

“I find that working the bar relaxes me and gets me into the right mood.”

“So can we do that then? Just what is ‘working the bar’?”

“Just getting drinks for the clients.”

“Oh, is that all. So do we have to wear a thong like those girls that I saw when we arrived?”

“Yes, but don’t worry, there’s box full of them over there. The boss gets them by the hundred.”

“Right, I was starting to think that I’d have to do it naked.”

“Hell no, that’s illegal.”

“So getting fucked on stage is legal but serving drinks naked is illegal?”

“Yep, crazy isn’t it; but that’s the law.”

“Well at least I don’t have to fasten these buttons again.”

Daniella got naked and took me over to the thongs. They were all tiny with just a little triangle of thin material and strings.