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Good Wife University (GWU) Alumni
bi bobbi jo
Part 1 - Chapter Seven
Darlene, Katy, and Maria
The Kit Kat Klub
Darlene was nervous. She had to park in the far back end of the
vacant lot next to the club. There were no lights back there,
but lots of broken glass. There just was no other place to park.
She didn't see anyone among the cars, but a rapist or robber
could easily have been hiding in the shadows.
She and Katy jumped out of the minivan, slammed the doors, and
walked quickly back out to the relative safety of the lighted
street. Four men were walking up the street toward them. The
two women quickly retreated to the greater safety of the club.
"Is this the same place?" Katy asked as the drape swished closed
behind her. There were over a hundred men inside. Kit was on
stage, dancing nude, and Maria and Kat were dancing at tables. A
moment later, as the four men came in behind them, Maria looked
up and saw them.
"I'll make it up to you, but I gotta go for a sec'," she told the
man who had just paid the $20 charge for a table dance. "Where
have you guys been?" she demanded of her friends. "We're going
nuts in here. No matter. Get into something skimpy and get back
out here. Oh, and see the blond kid back there at the row of
tables pushed together, the one with the flat top? It's his
birthday so be real nice to him. Go on. Get to work."
Darlene and Katy hurried up the stairs to the third level to
change. Darlene wore her thong and a structured bra under her
sweats so she didn't have to change anything but her shoes. She
also chose to wear white anklets to pad her feet in the
high-heeled pumps.
"I'll see you downstairs," she called to Katy, who had barely
managed to peel off her skin-tight jeans.
Once she descended from the mezzanine level, Darlene went
straight to the birthday boy. "You doing OK?" He nodded his
head. "How about a table dance? On me." Before she lost her
nerve, Darlene released the hook between her breasts and exposed
her boobs to the young man.
As soon as her nipples felt air, they popped out in a rigid
salute. Darlene felt the tingle all the way to her pussy. Her
clit was hard, too. A fold of lining from the T-back panty was
rubbing in just the right place as she began to grind her pelvis.
Just right. Perfect. She was well on her way to an orgasm when
the song ended. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Will's
eyes were focused on her tits. His mouth was hanging open.
'Designated Driver' was written across his chest. He wanted her.
She wanted him, too, but the reason she was here was to make
some money.
"And our next pair of dancers are Betty's Boobs," Kat said into
the microphone. With a start, Darlene remembered her stage name
and realized that she was up. She shuffled over to the bar to
give Rocky a stack of CDs and then headed to the stage. The
music started before she got to the stairs, so she began moving
with the beat. She was already topless. Birthday boy still had
her top clutched in his lap.
Thanks to Lucy's coaching, Darlene let her big boobs do much of
the dancing for her. She never did get the hang of twirling
tassels when Lucy tried to teach her that skill, but she still
practiced while the kids were at school. She tried to remember
the routine that she had practiced and realized that there was no
pole on this stage. "Damn," she snapped. Then she forced a
smile back onto her face and just moved with the rhythm of the
music blasting from the sound system.
Her second number was 'Popcorn'. After hours of practicing in
front of a mirror, she could twitch the muscles in her shoulders
and make each boob bounce separately in time with the music. The
original plan was to remove her top during this song. Now she
had to improvise. She held her hands behind her neck and did her
tittie dance, adding pelvis twitches and dips. She finally got
up the courage to unhook the sides of her T-back bottom and squat
with her knees spread.
"Look at that!" a guy seated at the bar gasped. Darlene blushed.
The guy was looking right at her oversized clit' sticking out at
him. She felt his eyes as if he was actually touching her. It
was enough to make her terribly horny, but she wasn't going to
get off this way. Darlene found herself wishing that live sex
shows were legal. At that moment, she would have fucked almost
anything to get off.
Through most of her last song, Darlene showed off her 'pink',
outlined by neatly trimmed pussy hair (another suggestion from
Lucy). Just thinking about all the guys looking at her pussy and
even inside was... She looked over her shoulder toward the door.
Then she looked back at birthday boy. She had to get off. Just
had to!
'I can't believe I'm doing this,' she told herself as her hands
started rubbing her pussy lips. 'But I've just got to get off.'
She began fingering her clit' with the fingers of her right hand
just as the song ended. "No!" she screamed, startling the men
near her.
"More! More!" one began chanting, soon joined by others on that
side of the stage.
Kat needed to get control back and announced, "Our next performer
is the Sex Kitten. Come on down, Miz Kitten."
"I can't," Katy whined into the relative silence between songs.
"Come on up here, bashful," Darlene said, her horniness forgotten
for the moment. "Come on. We'll do our special dance. Come on.
These guys won't bite unless you ask them to. You can do this,
babe. Don't chicken out now."
Even strip club patrons can be sensitive. They waited patiently
as a nude 'Betty Boobs' and 'Hot Salsa' in a thong coaxed the
young and cute 'Sex Kitten' up onto the stage. She was darling
in her tiny, sheer camisole top and matching string bikini panty.
Everyone applauded when she climbed the four steps up onto the
stage and stood there nervously.
Maria rushed to the bar to tell Rocky what song to play while
Darlene held the youngster in a firm hug at the center of the
stage. Katy sobbed softly while Darlene stroked her hair. Rocky
found the 'Dirty Dancing' CD, popped it into the player, and
selected track 1. As the music started, Darlene told Katy, "Do
it just like we practiced."
Well, not quite. Darlene was already nude. Katy giggled when
she went through the motions of swirling her hands around Betty's
boobs and unfastening an imaginary hook. Darlene's hands sliding
under her top were real, though. She tensed as the flimsy
camisole slid up her torso but lifted her arms to reach back and
caress Darlene's cheek... just like she practiced. She smiled.
It was OK now. Her tits were out there for everyone to see.
That was the hard part. Showing her pussy would be easy after
that.
Katy spun to face the crowd but couldn't see them, blinded by the
spotlight that Rocky turned on and focused on the pair. The slow
part of the song was over. As the tempo picked up, Katy got into
the beat and rocked her hips to help Darlene strip off the
bottom. They traded places. Since Darlene had no bottom to
remove, Katy just slid her hands down the sides of Darlene's hips
and legs.
No one would argue whether the long version of 'The Time of My
Life' should count as two songs, especially when two women were
dancing at the same time. The song finally ended. "Are you all
right now?" Darlene asked as they both acknowledged the hoots and
applause with waves.
"Yeah. I'll be OK." She blushed when Darlene gave her a big hug
under the spotlight's brilliant illumination. Her cheeks colored
again as the next song began, a slow, sensuous one. Showing her
freshly trimmed bush was agonizingly humiliating and there was
absolutely no way she was going to 'show pink' to this crowd.
But Katy endured her set and quickly pulled her panties and top
back on before leaving the stage.
Even though Katy wasn't as wild as the other dancers, she
discovered that she was in demand. The men loved making her
blush during table dances. The customers named Maria's ice show
and glass licking routine 'break dancing'. Katy was soon renamed
'Vani Kit', short for Vanilla Kitten because of her bashfulness.
"No way you're a sex kitten, girlie," Tom told Katy. "You's
'bout as vanilla as day come. With cherry on top when you
blushin'," he snickered. Kitallana became 'Coffee Kit'.
A little after ten, Maria remembered Larry, the birthday boy.
She whispered her plans to each of the other women, then went to
collect birthday boy. "Come on, Larry. We have a surprise for
you." It took encouragement from his friends to get him up and
onto the stage. Then all five women stripped completely and
danced against him as he sat in the middle of the stage for one
song.
For what seemed like an eternity, all of the women were busy.
One a.m. finally arrived and Rocky announced that the show was
over. "How about table dances?" a man called out drunkenly.
"Up to the ladies," Rocky yelled back, putting on some soft music
and turning up the lights a bit. "And it's last call for
alcohol. Coffee's on the house."
When the women looked around, several twenty-dollar bills were
being waved about. Rocky put the spotlight on Katy to reveal her
crimson cheeks as she danced for one group. The white guys at
the birthday party table were intrigued with the two black women,
especially after they learned that they were sisters. "You even
look like sisters."
"We all look alike to you honkies," Kit teased.
"No way," they protested. "Most black women are fat."
"Is Lenda Murray fat?" Kit challenged.
"Who's that?" one asked. "Former Miss Universe, a body builder,"
the older of the two designated drivers told him. "She's got
muscles in places where most women don't even have places."
Maria saw that Tom was still in his place and went to give him a
free dance. "Thanks for being here for me," she told him as she
settled into a chair and plucked a chunk of ice from her glass.
"I should be thanking you," he grinned. "I haven't felt so young
in twenty years."
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Nah. I get along OK on my pension."
"Too bad. I was kind of hoping you'd help Rocky behind the bar."
"You serious?" Tom asked.
"He couldn't keep up with us tonight. You could just perch on a
stool and pull drafts, I bet."
"You haven't even asked him, have you?" Tom challenged.
"OK, so I'll ask."
"And I'll think about it," the old man said, getting up stiffly,
using his cane for balance. "See you tomorrow night?"
"I'll be here."
"I'm looking forward to it."
--==*==--
"I can't believe it," Katy squealed. "Five hundred eleven
dollars for five hours of work. That's a hundred bucks an hour!"
Darlene hadn't made nearly as much, but her take was still many
times what she would have made working for eight or more hours at
the child care center.
"We should tip our boss slant bouncer slant bartender," Maria
announced, taking five twenty-dollar bills from her stash.
"No way," Rocky said, putting up his hand. "This is the first
weeknight that we've done more then break even. I should be
paying you."
"Yes, you should," Maria snapped. "This is a business, after
all. Now, where are our employment applications?"
"Upstairs in the file cabinet," Kat answered. "I'll get them."
"And gratuity reporting forms," Maria reminded her. "I'll give
you the receipt for the cards later and you can write them off as
a business expense."
"Only if you let us pay you for them."
"Deal," Maria smiled happily. "Now, you two go home and rape
your hubbies," Maria ordered Darlene and Katy.
"Do you need a ride?"
"I can afford a cab," she told them. "Now go. Fill out your
applications for Kat's files so you can turn 'em in tomorrow.
For now, just write down how much you made in tips. Let's see
now, Katy, I see that you made over two hundred dollars. Not bad
for five hours of work. I worked for eight hours and made..."
According to Lucy, under-reporting tips was traditional. "Just
make sure you never deposit more then you report. Now go home,
you two. Shoo."
Darlene and Katy quickly collected their things. Rocky made sure
that they were safely locked in the minivan and that it started.
By the time he made it back inside, Kat, Kit, and Maria were
relaxing up in Kit's apartment.
"I'm not very educated but, well, I read a lot," Maria was
explaining. "Anyway, I figured the club needed a hook and some
advertising. Here. Give me your feet."
"It sure worked," Kit smiled as she put her feet in Maria's lap.
"But I couldn't handle two nights in a row like this one."
"We just need more help," Maria said, rubbing Kit's feet firmly.
"At least six on weeknights and more on weekends. Or maybe a few
waitresses to take some of the load off of us. Put Shirley to
work. And keep advertising."
"As soon as we have the help," Kat said firmly.
"Amen," Rocky groaned, pulling his wife's feet into his lap.
"I'm going to have to reorder everything tomorrow. We served
more beer tonight then we usually do in a week. We were just
lucky that they delivered this morning or we'd 've run out.
Actually it was yesterday morning now."
"We need to move some speakers, too," Maria told him. "I have a
whole bunch of ideas. We need candles on the tables. The heat
helps stir up the air and clear the smoke. And we ..."
"We?" Kat frowned at Maria.
"Well, you, I mean."
"No, it _IS_ we," Kat smiled. "Where's your moxie, girl? If I
were you, I'd be demanding a partnership."
"I'm just doing this to earn money so I can go to college and
meet a nice guy that I can marry so we can make bunches of
babies," Maria told them. "But I wouldn't dance at the other
places we went to because the guys who owned them were total
sleezeballs. When you were so honest last night, I just knew I
wanted to work here. Tom helped, too."
"Who's Tom?" they all asked at once.
"You know. The sweet old guy."
"He's a bum," Rocky snapped. "One drink the whole..."
"He is NOT!" Maria growled, jumping to her feet so that Kit's
dropped to the floor. "He's retired and on a fixed pension."
"He just took up a table near the stage," Rocky snarled back.
"We should give senior citizen discounts."
"You're nuts," Rocky barked.
"If you only knew," Maria sighed, smiling broadly. "Guess I
better get going... unless you tell me to stay," she said slowly
and softly, looking at Kit in the manner demanded by her Mental
Mistress.
"I think it's time for us to go," Kat told Rocky. She pulled him
after her, calling, "Good night," as she closed the door.
Maria sat back down, leaned over, and picked up Kit's feet to
continue the foot massage, working her fingers between each toe.
"I must stink," Kit said, unable to think of anything else
appropriate.
"I don't mind," Maria grinned. "I'm just glad Mental Mistress
let me off the hook. I was supposed to suck your toes and lick
between them. I really am nuts, you know. Over the summer, I
discovered that I'm submissive, like kinky submissive. I
couldn't have an orgasm unless somebody forced me to do the nasty
orgasm-producing stuff. Well, when I got back home, I wanted to
cum but there was nobody to tie me up and order me around. I
know this sounds really weird. I guess I better start at the
beginning. That was last... Wait. New orders from MM. The
story can wait. Right now I have to shower with you and then we
get some rest."
"Maria, I'm not, ah, I've never..."
"Until this summer, I hadn't either. It's OK. Here's the deal.
I am no longer a woman. I am now just a vibrator, a sex toy.
How about a robot? A pleasure robot, your pleasure robot."
Smiling broadly, Maria began speaking in a nasal, monotone
imitation of robot voice. "My prime directive is give pleasure.
If I fail to comply with my prime directive, I will self-
destruct. I must give pleasure or self-destruct."
"You are one whacked out chick," Kit laughed heartily as the
Latin pleasure robot took her hand and led her to the bathroom.
Out of curiosity, Kit just stood there when Maria released her
hand, waiting to see what the crazy young woman was going to do
next. The reality surprised her. First, Maria warmed the water
in the shower. Then she stripped Kit and put her in the shower.
Kit wasn't surprised when Maria stripped and joined her. After
all, they had spent quite a bit of time nude, and even hugged so
that their bare breasts mashed together in the club.
Kit stood passively, moving or turning only when Maria turned or
moved her. Under the spray to wet her hair. Farther out so the
spray pelted her chest while Maria poured out shampoo and worked
it into a luxurious lather. Back under to rinse. Back out while
the Latina used her fingertips to wash Kit's face. When Maria
got to her breasts, Kit momentarily tensed, but quickly relaxed
when Maria moved on.
Kit was confused. She was pretty sure that Maria wanted to make
love to her. Kit even admitted to herself that she was curious.
What would it be like? She loved sex with men. A bit too much,
Kit admitted. Now, when she felt the need, she masturbated to
relieve sexual tension, but she never felt satisfied. How would
she feel, making love to a woman?
Kit waited. Being bathed was sensual, arousing her in a mellow,
lazy sort of way. A twinge as fingers rubbed soap through her
curly pubic hair, then wiped the soap away under the spray. Kit
was still waiting when Maria turned off the water and began to
pat her body dry. Kit let the Latina lead her to bed, waiting
for a kiss, a caress, a sexual touch. Maria disappeared for a
minute and reappeared with bath powder, sprinkling it and
massaging the white dust into her skin. Shoulders, neck...
--==*==--
"You're just full of surprises, girl," Kit laughed.
"Pleasure robot," Maria said in robot style. Then she cracked
up, holding her belly, laughing so hard that it hurt. "I really
got you going, didn't I?"
"And you left me high and dry."
"You needed to rest."
"And I got it. Sheesh, it's almost noon! Where's R2?"
"And you call me crazy?" Maria laughed. "What kind of mother
names her first born child R2?"
"Rochester the second, Rocky II," Kit explained. "When Kat's
kids saw 'Star Wars', they nicknamed him R2 and it just stuck."
"You named him after your brother-in-law?"
"Yeah," Kit smiled, settling into a chair by where Kit put the
eggs, bacon, and toast. "I was a dumb kid gettin' in trouble all
the time. I got knocked up and tried to hide it, but Kat knew."
Maria saw the pensive look. "Who was the father?"
"Best he never know," Kit answered.
Maria was about to ask who should never know, the father or R2.
'Change the subject, idiot,' MM ordered. "R2 really likes his
pre-school. What time does he get home?"
"Twelve-thirty. Then we get our quality time together."
"Good," Maria smiled. "You do quality time. I'm going to help
Rocky get ready for tonight. I bet Friday nights are wild."
"Not like last night," Kit grinned. "Until now, anyway. How
many more of those free dance cards did you hand out?"
"A box of two hundred and fifty."
"And we saw what, forty or fifty last night?"
"Something like that." Maria cocked her head and obeyed another
order. "Are you disappointed I didn't try to seduce you last
night?" Kit almost choked on a bite of toast, coughing hard to
move the grit out of her windpipe.
Maria laughed at her. "I'm in no hurry. Last night was nice. I
enjoyed what we did without going any farther. Why rush? It's
not like we're never going to see each other again. Now go get
R2. I have things to do."
--==*==--
Maria gave Rocky suggestions for placing speakers near the door
and remounting the spotlight so he could aim it more easily from
where it hung over the bar. Then she took a cab to pick up new
cards that granted half-price table dances. 'This will attract
even more customers so you need more help,' MM said. 'Find Kat
the help that she needs,' was the next order issued. "How?"
Maria demanded of the voice inside here head. "Where the hell am
I supposed to find women willing to dance naked? Shit."
"Got a dollar, lady? I'm hungry," a girl with garish cherry red
and purple hair in a row of spikes that stood straight up asked,
extending her hand.
"Why don't you get a job?" Maria growled, frowning and clutching
her bag.
"Who'd hire me?"
Maria stopped and looked. The girl had freckles under the black
makeup that made it look like she used charcoal for cosmetics.
Maria counted six gold rings in each of the girl's ears, three in
her nose, one through the septum and each side, one through each
eyebrow, and two in her lower lip. Maria wondered if she had any
more piercings under her clothes. "Do you do drugs?"
"I'm rebellious, not stupid. Do I look stupid to you?"
"So, do you live on the street?"
"Too cold this time of year," the girl snapped.
"So you live where?" Maria asked.
"What's it to you?"
"Are you over eighteen?"
"Where are you goin' with this, hon? What's... Hey, are you
going to give me a buck or not?"
"I was thinking about giving you a job. How'd you like to dance
naked? That'd really freak you parents, wouldn't it?"
"Leave my parents out of this."
"What's your name?"
"Gutter Rat."
"Bull shit," Maria snapped. "Tell you what. Give these out to
fifty different men, then come to the club tonight. If at least
five men come in with one of these, you get paid fifty bucks and
I give you a chance to try out for a job as a dancer. That's the
deal. Hope to see you there." Before the girl could respond,
Maria strode away, ignoring the questions shouted at her back.
Maria found herself several blocks away, panting from her brisk
walk away from Gutter Rat or whatever the girl's real name was.
"I need a break." Maria looked around as the cold wind cut
through her jacket. She was standing in front of a church and
wondered if they dared leave the sanctuary unlocked.
They did. Maria let the heavy door close by itself and went to
kneel in the back pew. She wasn't sure it was proper, but she
was planning to pray for help, for women willing to dance naked
at Kat's club. She took one step and... "Are you all right?" she
asked the young blond cowering on the bench, clutching a cheap
cloth coat around her throat.
"I just had to get out of the wind."
"I know what you mean," Maria smiled. Streaks down the girl's
cheeks showed that she had been crying. "My hose aren't much
protection." Maria slid off the bench and onto the kneeler.
'OK, God,' she challenged silently. 'Is this one part of Your
answer to my prayer? Mary, Mother of God, guide me. Hail, Mary,
full of...'
Maria finished the rote prayers that she memorized as a little
girl, said the act of contrition, and made a silent confession of
her sins, questioning each one. 'I have not been pure,' she
confessed. 'Neither have my thoughts and my actions been pure.
Geez. Am I wrong, Lord? Am I a whore? I have remained a virgin
but in only a technical sense. Was the Baptist preacher right?
He said, "God is not stupid." I know you aren't. Is it really
wrong to touch my own body? Is pleasure, sexual pleasure, really
wrong? Please guide me. I want to...' "Amen," she finally said
aloud.
"You're Catholic?"
"Very," Maria laughed. "It's part of me. 'I am part of the body
of Christ' and all that, even when I do things that the church
doesn't approve." She giggled as she whispered, "I was just
praying about masturbating."
"You're kidding," the girl gasped.
"No, I'm not. So what's your story?"
The girl instantly burst into tears. Maria slid across the hard
bench to embrace the youngster. "I am just so totally fucked
up." The girl cried some more, then began telling a story. "I
was in love, you know? I ran away from home with my boyfriend.
We were going to get married but, well, he... He never really
loved me. It was just sex. That was all he wanted. Sex!" The
girl spat out the word as if it were profanity. "But I couldn't
go home. My parents... I was the oldest. They couldn't take me
back because it would set a bad example for my little brothers
and sisters."
"My parents would say I'm a bad example, too," Maria cooed,
running her fingers through the girl's hair. "But I know that
mine would welcome me back as a prodigal daughter."
"You're in church. You go every Sunday, don't you?" the girl
said. Maria nodded. "Well I was turning tricks for a pimp until
a few days ago. I was a whore!"
"In some ways, I am, too," Maria said softly.
"I thought so."
"Why? Because I'm wearing a short skirt? I'm still a virgin if
you consider that being never letting a penis in my vagina. But
I bet I have a lot more experience at other sex stuff then a lot
of married women. So what happened a few days ago? How come
you're here?"
"I couldn't do it any more," the girl cried. "I ran away from
Darren just like I ran away from home and from Kevin and..."
"And you're still running. Well, give it a rest. Come with me
and you can do a sexy dance, get paid a little, and not have to
do any real sex. How does that sound?"
"No. I'm done with sex stuff. I want to get a real job and earn
an honest living."
"Good. But first earn some money, get out of the streets, get
your head on straight, and then at least finish high school and
give college or trade school a try. Then you can get a job that
pays a living wage. You have to start somewhere, and I think it
ought to be something you're qualified to do."
"I can't dance."
"As long as you're naked, the guys don't care much."
"I couldn't."
"Well, where else are you going to go?"
"I wouldn't have to, you know, do anything, would I?"
"You won't have to fuck or suck anybody, if that's what you
mean."
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