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Archive name: private.txt (MF, FF, exh)
Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
Story title : Private Dancer Part 1
Last Edited 03/18/00 by Ian
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Private Dancer Part 2 (MF, FF, exh)
By Kristen Kathleen Becker
This story takes place inside a "very private" club
that caters to a special clientele. Socially and
sexually sophisticated jet-setters visit this club
whenever they are in town. There are places like the
Pink Pussy elsewhere, but none quite so entertaining.
Gretchen is a private dancer. She's had many experiences
in her young life, but the one she describes here is
one of her favorites.
She was born in Eastern Germany, in a small hamlet
called Hetzobaden, and grew up in an authoritarian
society. When the Berlin Wall fell, she was one of
the first people to leave, gravitating to Berlin and
becoming an exotic dancer because of her outstanding
looks.
She soon had more money than she'd ever thought
possible. She was a very talented dancer, in great
demand.
After a year or so of dancing in Berlin clubs Gretchen
was given an opportunity to make big money, in one of
the private sex clubs in Munich. Today she is a private
dancer at the best one, and her act is fascinating to
watch.
I'll let her take the story on from there...
*
I met Kristen and Kathy last year at the Pink Pussy.
I'd worked there for almost six months by then, and
remember seeing them walk into the bar area and sit
down for a drink or conversation.
It was unusual for unescorted women to visit the Pink
Pussy unless they were gay. This couple, however,
didn't look that way to me, and, believe me, I can
usually tell.
I was in the middle of my act when they came in, and
I couldn't see them that well, but it struck me that
they looked rather young to be there. The platinum
blonde had a certain magnetism for me and I couldn't
take my eyes off her, at least, not until Kurt jammed
his big weenie into my mouth.
At that point I lost track of the girls. I'd been on
stage for about 20 minutes, and we were about to start
the really wild stuff. The act was popular with the
customers, and there was a lot for me to do. I had to
concentrate, because it isn't easy to take in something
that big right up to the hilt.
Kurt began fucking my mouth with his big dick, and I
went into my act. I let him push me down on the floor
of the stage and penetrate my mouth and throat as
deeply as he would a woman's vagina. Believe me when
I say that taking a man's erect penis up to the hilt
in one's throat takes a certain talent. Most women
can't do it, no matter how hard they try; the gag
reflex is very hard to avoid.
But it was part of our act, so Kurt was pumping away,
in and out of my throat, and I was massaging his big
balls. The act required us to pretend to be members of
the audience who'd gone up on stage to have sex in
front of everybody. Many in the audience would follow
us as the evening wore on, and it was our job to get
the ball rolling.
I've always enjoyed exhibiting myself in public. I'm
proud of my body, and work hard to keep it just right.
(I've enclosed my picture with this story; it's the
one Kristen and Kathy would have seen displayed inside
the private lobby, behind the regular night-club. They
show all our pictures, so that people won't be upset
if they notice we're not really just part of the
audience. You'll like my picture. It's my favorite.)
As Kurt started to get excited - and I can always tell
when that happens - he pumped away even harder into my
mouth. At the last moment, as planned, he pulled out
and sprayed me with a healthy load of spunk.
As usual, I tried to catch it in my mouth while he
jerked his wanger about, kneeling at my side. It was
very messy, as always, and the audience loved it,
getting to their feet and cheering us on.
Kurt's a good boy; there aren't too many men who could
come two or three times a night in front of a crowd.
If I were a man, I think I'd get so bored with sex I'd
have a hard time ejaculating.
Well, maybe not, because I can orgasm many times on
stage, and I've been doing this for quite a while.
Kurt finished his masturbation show, and lowered his
beautifully firm body onto mine to rub his sperm be-
tween our bodies. I pretended to be overcome by passion
when he put his big penis between my legs and placed
his knob against my pussy lips; and I rolled my eyes
and grunted when he fell heavily on top of me and
thrust his shaft into my cunt.
While he was pumping away I looked out at the audience
and saw the two girls again. They'd moved to a table
near the front (ringside tables are always given to
attractive women) and the blonde was watching us
intently.
Her friend looked as if she'd seen it all before and
wasn't really paying attention. Instead, she seemed
to be sizing up the men in the room.
Kurt finally went into his orgasm act, and I went with
him. He started really pounding into me, while I wrap-
ped my legs around his hips and started meeting his
thrusts. I was really enjoying Kurt's cockthrusts; he
could be like a machine after his first orgasm of the
night.
He started grunting, pretending to come inside me, and
I realized he was going to call it quits before I got
myself off, so I grabbed him and rolled on top. There
was no way I was going to let him leave me feeling
frustrated. I started riding him as though he were one
of those mechanical bulls you see in fake western night
clubs.
I was really enjoying myself, and as I rode Kurt's cock
I looked down at the blonde and saw that she was right
there with me. She was holding her breath, and it was
obvious that she was oblivious to everything else; it
was as if I was performing for her alone.
She looked so sexy, gazing up at me with innocent lust
in her eyes, that I became excited, and an orgasm began,
quite involuntarily, to rise up inside me. In moments I
came on Kurt's big dick, and as my body shook in a
mindless, orgasmic state I looked into her eyes, and we
connected. She was right there with me, and it felt
wonderful.
Of course, Kurt, the consummate professional, came
right along with me, and our show reached a sexual
height most couples can only dream about.
We collapsed in a sweating, sticky heap, breathing like
a couple of blacksmith's bellows. At last I stood up,
and so did Kurt, and we gave our signature smiles to
everyone before prancing off the stage.
"Thanks, Kurt. That was great. You always surprise me
with your technique. Just when I think I'll have to
pretend, you get me horny."
Kurt smiled complacently, saying in his Bavarian
accent: "Gretchen, you're much too horny to need to
pretend; that's why I like to perform with you. You're
always my first choice. Well, I'm off to the shower.
We're on again in two hours." And with that, he walked
naked down the hall, his magnificent wanger swaying in
front of him.
*
You might think, with all the sex we get, that we'd
become blase about it, but you'd be wrong. Sure, as far
as being naked around people is concerned, you get used
to that, but fucking in public is always a turn-on.
Suddenly remembering my little blonde, I hurried to my
dressing room and took a quick shower. The time between
shows was our own, when we might choose to lie back and
relax, or go out into the crowd, and maybe do a little
private dancing.
Private dancing is where the big money is. A talented
girl - or guy, for that matter - can make a lot in one
night. I once got a ten-grand fee for about twenty
minutes' work. That's unusual, though I keep my eyes
peeled for rich Arabs now.
My normal nightly take is around two to three thousand,
not counting the money I get from the club. That's
taxable; the rest isn't. At any rate, it says something
about my state of mind when I tell you I wasn't think-
ing about private dancing at that moment; only about
that little blonde.
After finishing my shower and douche, I looked for
something appropriate to wear. I picked out a French T,
which is a silk dress, cut like a normal T-shirt for
girls.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I could see through
the material every curve and plane of my body, even
the little goose bumps around my aureoles. It occurred
to me that most women would be scared stiff to wear
something so revealing in public.
After admiring my body a little while, I bounced out
through the door and into the main room to look for
my potential new playmates. I wasn't certain they'd
still be there, but when I remembered the look in the
younger girl's eyes I was hopeful.
Yes, there they were, giggling together about some-
thing. For a second I was uncertain what to do; what
if my intrusion was unwelcome? However, I really wanted
to meet them, especially the blonde who had so
intrigued me, so I plucked up courage and strolled over
to their table, ignoring the usual offers from
customers I passed.
"Hello. My name is Gretchen. May I sit with you for a
moment?" Both girls looked up at me. The older one
smiled, but the younger, blonde girl seemed startled.
I thought I saw her shiver, but it might have been my
imagination.
"Why, of course. We loved your show, and we were just
talking about you," the older girl said. She sounded
American.
Americans seem to stand out in Europe. I guess Europeans
do the same over in America. She continued: "I'm Kathy,
and this is Kristen. I can't tell you how sexy you
looked up there."
"Thank you. Coming from such a good looking member of
our gender, I consider that a real compliment. Have you
been here before?"
"No. We're in Germany for the international figure
skating competition in Nuremberg. We had a few days on
our own and, well, I'd heard of this place, and just
had to visit while we had the chance."
Kathy was gushing, and mixing up some of her words in
her excitement. I turned to the blonde. "And you, what
do you think of the nightclub?" I examined her closely,
and was as intrigued as the first time I saw her. She
looked quite innocent, but I sensed a kindred spirit
lurking behind those big blue eyes. I continued to
stare at her as the silence stretched out, then she
started as if shocked by electricity, and her beautiful
young face flushed an inviting pink. "I... I... I'm
sorry," she stammered. "I didn't mean to stare at you.
It's just that I... don't really know what you said
just then. I was so busy looking at you that I wasn't
hearing anything. Please forgive me..."
"My beautiful young friend, I could forgive you any-
thing. Please don't be sorry. I, too, enjoyed looking
at you." I smiled at her, hoping that things would go
as I planned. I hadn't realized before that they were
American, or I'd have taken it into consideration. We
all know what prudes Americans are. I still felt,
however, that I could make a new friend if I tried hard
enough.
By now another couple were on stage. They were amateurs,
but I had to admit they looked pretty good undressed.
"Kristen, you didn't answer me earlier. Have you enjoy-
ed yourself this evening?"
"Oh yes. I didn't think I would, but Kathy talked me
into coming, and I can't begin to tell you how sexy I
think this place is." She said this with such enthus-
iasm that I was charmed.
"What did you think of Kurt and me on stage?"
"I've never been so turned-on in my life. I never
thought that sex could be so, well, sexy. You almost
made me want to join in." Kristen giggled nervously as
she said the last sentence.
That was my cue - what a lovely girl to give me such
an opening. "Kristen, Kathy, how would you like to
perform for the audience?" I truly thought they would
make excellent performers. I could tell they'd look
good naked on stage - their bodies were really shapely,
perhaps because of their ice skating - but would they
do it?
Kristen sounded shocked. "Oh no! I could never do that.
Honestly, I'd die of embarrassment. But you do it,
Kathy. You'd be wonderful."
"Kristen's a virgin; that's why she's so shy. But I
have to agree with her. I just wanted to see some hot
sex; not perform or anything like that." Kathy sounded
a little nervous, but I noticed a glint in her eyes.
"A pretty girl like you still a virgin?" I said.
"That's hard to believe. How old are you, Kristen?"
"I was 18 last February, and it may sound weird, but
between school and trying to be a professional skater
I haven't had a lot of time for dating, and boys and
things. And I don't like being made fun of about it."
"I don't mean to do that, Kristen, honest. I just felt
a kind of connection between us, and thought you might
like to perform. It could be just you and me... and
Kathy too, if she wants... You know, you won't be here
that long, and this could be your only chance. Many
women do it here, just once. It's a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity to let oneself go. You might find that it's
as enjoyable as it looks. And I don't just ask anyone,
you know."
"I don't want to get pregnant or even take the risk of
having it happen. I admit the idea does excite me, but
what with diseases, and the pregnancy thing, it's just
out of the question." Kristen said this with such a
cute firmness in her voice, it made me smile.
"Sweety, I wouldn't let anything happen to you. For
your information, the professionals who perform here
make as much as $600,000 a year, and don't want to get
pregnant, or contract any kind of disease. Kurt has
had a vasectomy, and couldn't make you pregnant if he
tried. But I was thinking about just us girls. Come on,
Kristen. Give it some thought. I can just see us up
there; and I know the crowd would go wild to see you."
I noticed that Kathy seemed to be thinking over what
I'd just said, and I remembered my first time. I hadn't
been a virgin or anything, but it was a great thrill.
To get up in front of 50 people and have sex with some-
one makes the heart pound like nothing else. That first
time, I just let it happen, letting the man do whatever
wanted to me, and just reacting to his touch.
I think I had more orgasms that night than ever before,
or since. It was as if every nerve ending in my body
was on fire. I tried again.
"Kristen, you'll never have better sex than with me; I
guarantee it. You won't have to do anything, just leave
it to me. And Kathy, I know you'd love it too. Come on,
what do you say? Our show starts within the hour, and
I'd love to have both of you in it."
Kathy had a glazed look in her eyes, but answered after
a little hesitation: "Sure. Why not? I guess I really
wanted to do it all the time. Come on, Kristen, lets
both do it. It'll be fun, and you don't have to do
anything you don't want to up there. Besides, I've seen
you in the shower often enough, and I can tell you
you've nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a one-
off chance, and if we don't take it we'll always wonder
what it would have been like."
"Kathy! I can't believe you said that!" Kristen sounded
shocked; it was obvious that she usually agreed with
her friend.
I really wanted to have sex with this girl, so I pushed
just a little harder. "Kristen, it would be a fling for
you. In a few days you're going home to America, where
there's nothing like this. You'll be perfectly safe
with professionals, and believe me when I say it will
be a memory that will stay with you the rest of your
life."
"Well... I don't know... I've never considered doing
anything like this."
I could tell her resolve was breaking down, and looked
at Kathy for support. Kathy got the idea and piped up:
"Come on, Krissy. Let's do it - I dare you. I'll do it
if you will. Come on."
"Well... I guess it would be different... but I wouldn't
have the faintest idea what to do?"
A thrill ran through my body and I jumped up, saying:
"Follow me, ladies. I'll take you back stage and we'll
go over the program."
With that, I took them by the hand and led them out of
the front room. I noticed on the way that some of the
more experienced customers were eyeing the girls, and
putting their heads together, no doubt having guessed
that they'd been talked into performing.
Continued in Part 2...
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that, from a certain point of view."
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