Nat sat on a barstool and told the sympathetic barman how her first two clients had been so different ... she felt it was OK to do this after his warning ... and even wondered why he had given it. He explained...
"I keep an eye on all the new girls ... There’s nothing worse than being here and hearing when stuff gets out of hand for you in there. Once the guys from all four rooms ganged up on a girl and made her do a lot more than lapdance... so that's why I watch carefully - if I see guys who know each other going in together, I take a walk along the corridor ... just to check there's someone in every room.”
Nat was warming to this man - it would be good to have someone she could trust like this...
"So how did you find it? It's not too bad, say most of the girls - the pole dancers come her to take a break.”
Nat smiled "Oh - you won't find ME up there” she nodded in the direction of the stage.
"Who's to say you won't have to - if you want to keep your job here?"
"Ah you think I will have to? Really?" she looked worried.
The man's eyes softened "Not for a while - I think you'd have to get more experience here ... talking of which - here's someone else for you - Good evening sir…" and he gestured to Nat to take a man in his early forties off to one of the rooms - winking at Nat as she disappeared round the corner.
As soon as she was out of sight, the barman took his cell and called up a number.
"Yes - it's me - she seems fine - two clients already - in with the third now - what did you think she was going to do? Knock them out like she did with you? How is your head, by the way?"
“Fine, just a bruise” he heard the icy voice from the other side of the line “Later I’ll jump in to check on her by myself and tell her how her week’ll look like.”
“Alright, you know what you do, but is it really necessary to torture her like this?” the barman asked unsure.
“Mickey, I didn’t ask your opinion. This little slut deserves this, I have my reasons. You owe me so just shut up and keep an eye on her, okay?”
“Okay, you are the boss” he sighed and hung up, shaking his head.
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Nat finished this round too and started to feel a little exhausted. As she checked one of the clocks on the wall, she realized that she was here for more than 2 hours. But she didn’t have too much time to think about this, because it was nearly full house and another guest wanted her, so she continued her work, trying to avoid how humiliated she felt herself.
“Hey Nat, after your drink, please go to the 4th room, there’s someone waiting for you” said Mickey.
“Okay, thanks. Is this place always this crowded?” she asked sipping from her water and wiped the sweat under her eyes carefully away.
“This crowded? No… it’s just a usual weekday. You’ll see what a hell here is on weekends…” he smiled “Now go, your next guest starts to be inpatient…”
Nat walked slowly down to the last room - she paused before going in - composed her face, put on her sluttiest half-smile, and pushed open the door...
There was a man sitting on the sofa, smiling at her - he stretched out his hands and introduced himself as Chris....
Nat was taken aback - no-one else had done this, and her slut smile became a genuine smile for a few seconds.... while she introduced herself..... she had decided on a false name for her work here - who's to say that some of her clients couldn't be fathers of her dancing pupils ...
who's to say that one day someone would recognise her as working here and at the school or the restaurant? She had a sudden feeling that sooner or later this humiliation was bound to come.... her thoughts had wandered far from her work, and she shook herself out of her reverie, and sat next to Chris on the sofa. She wanted to try a different approach - not starting with the dance immediately ... taking a minute to talk to the guy ... her way of coping when they looked normal..... her way of making it less like a meat market somehow.
"So, is this your first time here?" she said in a low silky voice.
"Er yes - my mates are here… I mean out there… and we had a bet…and I lost… so here I am" and he smiled as he blushed - Nat found this very comical indeed.
"Ha - so I am your punishment? This has to be a first - the worst excuse in the world for being found with a lapdancer - haha - I lost a bet!" and she let her mask slip to laugh genuinely with the guy ...
Chris protested "No, it's not an excuse… it really happened… I didn't mean it to sound like what you do isn't great - I bet you do a great job - I'm sorry."
"Oh - please - don't be sorry, you have no idea how good it is not to have to take this seriously all the time!" and here Nat's melancholy showed for a moment...
Chris picked up on it "They treat you ok here, don't they?"
Nat lowered her head "Yes, but I'm new - but maybe - " she sighed "we should get down to business?" and she stood up ready to start her number...
She tried to forget her former melancholy and put a smile onto her face as she moved her hips in an exciting way, looking down at Chris, who was watching her first shyly, a bit blushing, then with amazement, as her flexible body showed more and more tricks for him. Nat could tell that he was still nervous a bit, because one of his legs was moving quickly up and down. Nat put one of her hands onto his knee, which relaxed him and made him jump in the same time. She knew that he needed to hide behind his glasses, because the situation was new for him too, and this made her smile.
“Don’t be afraid… I won’t bite…” she laughed and leant closer to his face as she propped herself on his shoulders and gave him an exciting dance with her hips.
As the music encouraged Nat into a sensuous routine, she could see Chris's excitement from the way his mouth had gone slack - and his breathing was shallow ... he was in awe of her, it seemed - not daring to ask to touch her, like the more experienced clients - tasting this sort of pleasure for the first time, she was sure, and looking quite uneasy - although there was no doubt he found her very sexy ... so she decided to play out a little fantasy with him - to help him get through his fifteen minutes...
"Imagine we are on a beach - would you like that?" she whispered to him - he nodded. Speaking seemed beyond him right now ... "OK - we're in the shallow waves on a beach of soft white sand, and we have just been swimming…" she kept writhing in a circular motion, hovering over his lap - feeling his eyes drinking her in "Imagine how we swam together - just a few minutes ago - side by side - you brushing my skin ..... would you like that? Just tell me if it's not working for you ...."
"Oh no - please - whatever you do don't stop!" Chris managed to say "This is just - way beyond what I was expecting ... that's all…"
Nat smiled, and leaned forward, so that her elbows were on the back of the couch and her face was close to his....
"Tell me what you would do - if we were on a beach - and I wanted you ... tell .... me" she whispered as she swayed over him, lowering herself gently onto his lap...
And so Chris did just that - finding the words with surprising ease - telling Nat what he found most attractive about her - describing a little clumsily at first, but then more eloquently as he got into his fantasy - how he would make love to her on that soft white sand. Nat let him talk - just kept up her gentle swaying ... taking his hands to place them on her hips ... and it was with some regret that on looking up at the wall, she noticed she had gone two minutes over time ... so she stood up to announce that their time was up.
She could see how elated Chris was, but she slowly learned to avoid this fact and now she didn’t blush. She waited him to regain his self-control over his body and watched him as he stood up and pulled his wallet from his pocket.
“You know, if my friends weren’t waiting outside for me, I’d ask you for another 15 minutes” he smiled at Nat more confidently, but still with a sweet smile.
“And I’d love to dance for you” she said with a smile too and took his hand to guide it to her thigh and help him put the money under her stockings. She saw that this made him gulp again, but he stayed calm as he looked one last time into her face “Thank you. I was lucky to have you for the first time” and with this Chris walked out of the club.
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Nat sighed and told Mickey that she needed a few minutes, because she goes to the bathroom, but she just walked into the dressing room to put the collected money into a little safe in her table. Every girl had such a safe and after their shift they gave some of the money to the boss, and the leftovers were theirs.
Nat looked at herself in the mirror for a moment then stood up to go back to work, but as she turned around, she saw Yuri sitting in a corner in a comfortable armchair.
“I saw your last dance. You enjoyed it, right?”
“No, I didn’t…”
“Awww shush, I know you did, you little slut. You just try to lie to yourself… Anyway, you do this work satisfyingly, congrats, my little whore. Maybe it’s time to give me my lapdance…” he laughed.
“I must go back to work, Yuri. I don’t have time for this…” she started, trying to avoid having sex with this bastard. She saw the bruise on his forehead and knew that she’ll pay for this.
“You can’t say no to me, Nat. The boss here knows that you belong to me and he lets me have you whenever I want to fuck your tight little pussy. So come here and start to dance, slut!” he ordered in an ice-cold tone.
Nat gulped a big one, she had to do this, so she stepped in front of him and started to dance like she did the whole night, although she knew that this time she’d be touched not just on her waist and thighs…
And she was right – Yuri’s hands reached out for her body after a few minutes. She showed her back to him as she was moving her hips on his lap, and felt that hated bulge in his jeans. But she couldn’t even react, because suddenly she felt his strong grip on her hips, as he stood up and guided her forward, till she felt her elbows on her table. From his rough movement a few things fell onto the floor, but he didn’t care, just dragged her golden panties half-way down and sank between her folds with a rough thrust.
Nat couldn’t stop a muffled painful moan as he started his rough thrusts and watched them through the mirror. When he finally mucked her body with his semen, he pulled out of her, still holding her chin in place, to face him through the mirror.
“You were quite wet, my slut. Now I’m sure that your filthy side loved at least the last costumer you had…” he laughed into her ear “Well, well… look at you… I don’t know what your ‘Prince Charming’ would say if he’d see you like this… like a real filthy slut…” he laughed again, and the previous conversation came into Natasha’s mind.
“Please Yuri, tell me, what did you do to him? Is he okay?” she whispered with fear in her eyes.
“Unfortunately he’s fine” he grimaced “But a car – accidentally of course – nearly hit him…”
“It was your doing, right?” she gasped for air as her face turned pale.
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