Mistress Jessica part 3

To think, that in a night’s time, she’d experienced her first gentlemen’s club, given her first private party to a group of strangers in her husband’s presence, and had performed her first FMF threesome. These facts and a tough economy made her suggestion that perhaps she could give the dancing thing a try a no brainer. Hubby went from an expression of concerned surprise to one of serious speculation. With a smug smile he gave consent, “What the hell, I’ve let ten guys and a girl jizz you, may as well make some money off the general public”
Jessica‘s new and closer than most girlfriend, Kim, was happy to arrange the little slut and her husband’s request. Mistress J was to be the newest addition to the pole dancing money changers gracing the stage at the sexy bartender’s workplace. Of course there would be perks for each one of them, as both women and the husband, if he was lucky, were sure to hook up and play again. The night spent enjoying one another had been intense and they all desired a repeat performance.
Jessica made a trip to Vic Secret for some enhancing accessories and had her hair and nails refined to performance shine. Standing and viewing her full sexy image was as exhilarating as the thought of men clamoring to shove bills in her black garter or skimpy thong. Her breasts would be exposed and her nipples were hard with nervous anticipation. She could hear all the boisterous swinging dicks enjoying the girl working her wares on stage and at song end Jessica would make her debut.
The week of practice and tips from the most talented of the club’s dancers had Jessica ready to excite the patrons with her sexy body. With fresh meat on stage, a few who normally hugged the bar and a few from the pool room filled the available seats at stage with the men who were permanent fixtures. The long stage was lined with grinning men as she stepped from through the curtain and strut it’s length.
Music pumped through speakers and electricity through her flesh. At stage end, a spin and split with thigh and ass cheek smacking polished wood got the first uproar of hoots and hollers. She moved to the rhythmic beat, tits swaying, her hands tracing body, pressing tits together. She was hot under the lights and hot in her loins, nipples stiff and string of thong buried between sweet ass cheeks. The crowd liked the view and dollars flew, all wanting a brush of breast or a nose close enough to smell the vixen’s scent.
Her tan knuckles whitened as she grabbed the brass railing that sat six inches above stage level and ran the outer border. Lowering and jutting tits out she put boob tips so close to the tipping fans that she could feel their hot breath, those that weren’t breathless anyway. When she lowered her ass down in their faces, the brave, the forward, tried to stick a nose or even lips to her soft, smooth ass. A quick pull away and tease would be complete, a bill sliding over rail and dropping to stage between her knees or heels. The pole was good for flare, but the tips came quicker and larger when the dancers got up close and personal. Jessica worked each and every guy, a few per song, until she knew where the dollars flowed and where the pennies were pinched. By first sets end the new girl had two fistfuls of dollars and a taste for more. What she hadn’t counted on was the sheer exhilaration, the fact her pussy actually got moist with all the attention. No problem, it was considered a perk. The few big tippers granted the privilege of thighs pressed to sides of face, would get the musty scent of her sexual lust. Maybe a press of wet silky lace to the face.
The previous dancer sat at the bar on break, drink provided by a happy to chat man. The power of scantily clad women, from bartender, to waitress, to dancer was evident. Men who toiled jobs of all kinds had a common goal here. Sexy girls to serve them and stimulate their desires. By last call all would be ready to go home and screw their lady’s brains out or take matters into their own hand. Jessica, the latest addition would be the image in their horny minds eye.
Her husband sat at the bar and talked with Kim, both enjoying the show from a distance. Kim gazed at Jessica as hard as any man in the club, wanting a repeat performance with her tasty new friend. Hubby had aroused cock tucked in ever-tightening jeans., wanting both women together again. A few from the crowd at stage to complete the mix would make their play even hotter, another thought that went unspoken, but somehow known between them as their eyes met and mouths turned up devilish grins.
By nights end she was working it like a seasoned pro, all sets done she sat at the bar with a purse full of tips and a wet gash. Hubby and a half dozen other hard cocks sat on either side of the new girl. Kim and Jessica talked across the bar, holding hands and excited to talk about the night’s exhibition. The beer and booze flowed until last call came and the majority of the crowd cleared the bar. Jessica was intrigued when Kim winked at the bouncer, a lean athletic ebony god who appeared to be chiseled of stone. The cut of his pants at the crotch hadn’t escaped Jessica’s eye either. Sam the bouncer locked the door. Only thing, there was still a half dozen guys, not including hubby and Sam, still at the bar. With a big grin Kim announced, “Now the party starts boys!”
With a devilish grin Kim looked into Jess’s eyes and told her that she was needed on the stage.