What would Robert say if he knew? Debbie thought. Her husband, Robert Fields was the CEO of several multimillion dollar companies overseas. She lived in luxury. He was an older guy, but she wasn’t even twenty five yet. Though he wasn’t a very pure man, he stronger agreed with the television evangelists when they started screaming and yelling about how terrible homosexuality was.

What would Robert say if he knew? He‘d do more than say things. He’d divorce her, kick her out, and smear her name throughout the whole city.

Debbie was dressed in a black pants suit and black heels, she looked important. And sexy. Very sexy. Her hair was pulled into an elegant knot at the nape of her neck, and her makeup and nails were done perfectly just before she left the house by professionals.

So why would a woman like Debora Fields doing on a city bus when there were three luxury sports cars in the garage? Because underneath her pants suit Debbie wore a sexy red corset for work. She wasn’t an important business woman, though she was dressed like one. True to the clich?f her job, she also was wearing giant hoop earrings; hooker hoops her boss called them.

Guilty Pleasures was a downtown “gentlemen’s club.” After learning that her best friend Anne-Marie was a dancer there and, according to Anne-Marie, it was fun and exciting in more ways than one, Debbie had decided to check it out.

Steve Morris, the owner, had greeted her in the dim main room where sexy girls who looked barely legal danced on the bar in front of the “gentlemen” that stopped in. She told him she was looking to work here and, as he led her back to the office, she could have swore she saw Anne-Marie shaking her hips in front of some guy who was stuffing bills down her tight thong.

“Whatcha got?” Steve asked, sitting behind his desk. It was obvious what he was asking, but Debbie had some reservations about stripping for him. When she hesitated he raised a brow. “You sure you belong down here little miss?”

Debbie had tried out her dancing skills on her drunken old husband one night. She’d figured out real quick that she belonged in any place that had music and a pole.

She unbuttons her blouse, exposing her perky C-cup tits to Steve. No bra. Next she peeled off her black skirt, giving him a good look at her shining pussy. She was wet at the idea of dancing for the men out there. He stood up, looking her up and down.

“Mind bendin’ over for me, little girl? Whatcha say your name was?”

“Debbie,” she reminded him, bending over and gripping the back of her ankles.

“Good, you’s a flexible girl, ain’t cha?”

She just winked at him when he got down on his knees behind her. He spread her pussy lips, and she bit her lip to hold back a gasp. Last time she’d had sex was the week after her honey moon with some horny French guy in the bar that Robert was getting wasted at. That was nearly nine months ago. She’d been a virgin until Robert; the French guy was only her second time- and also the better of the two times.

He poked a finger in her hole, seemed to be surprised at how tight she was. “You a virgin miss?”

She gasped as he wiggled his finger around in her, biting her lip to hold back a moan.

He seemed to realize she was having trouble responding while he was poking around in her so he pulled his finger out and stood up.

“No, I’m not a virgin,” she said, standing up and facing him.