There was no way it was real. That name. Dara. That little string of numbers written next to it, quickly but with care. It was all a fiction of some sort. I couldn’t let myself fall into believing otherwise. She was a stripper, the woman who had written out those letters on the back of this business card and pressed it into my hand. Strippers were professional liars. That wasn’t a judgment against them, just a fact. There...

13 May 2021 12 May 2021 I was so super-doopery excited last night that I could barely sleep. Not only was I a plugged princess and a conquesting adult, but tomorrow I was to start my journey from perky, pokie, sodden-cunted, schoolgirl to a future life as a worker bee receiving money for servicings rendered. For tomorrow was Careers Advice Day and I had a morning appointment with the Career Advisor, Mr Jobsworth. What wou...

My daughter and I practiced on my new stripper pole for about thirty minutes before we had to stop so I could start dinner for my family. I continued to be amazed at how good Beth was on the pole and her dancing ability. My daughter is a very good gymnast and her strength and flexibility really is evident in her dancing skills. After we finished, we both put our robes on and she went upstairs to her bedroom and I went int...

“Spectacular is high praise, but I will take it.”“Ladies, wasn’t Amber marvelous?” Standing next to me near the mirrored wall in the front of the studio, Rhonda applauded, which sparked a round of cheers from the other six dancers in the room.I held up my hands, slightly abashed by the praise. “I’m not an expert on the pole like Rhonda here, but I do hope I showed you how to release your sensuality through your performanc...

Detective Andrews knocked on the third door of his rounds, flicking his notebook open in preparation for the inevitable elderly man to open the door. The whole street seemed to be old people, and while they all offered nice tea and biscuits, they were rambling conversationalists. He was sick and tired of listening to them tell him about the victims 'lovely son' and 'wayward daughter'. The daughter was always a particular...

I hadn’t been to a titty bar in a few years, not since the one near my house closed. But then I found a new one, not too far away, and decided to escape to it a few times. Turns out the beers were only $3 and the girls were generally pretty and friendly. On my fifth or sixth trip there, Kristine asked if she could sit with me. She was pretty and tall with an amazing body, at least as far as I could see. She hadn’t danced...

I hated these formal events. I hated dressing up like a penguin. But most of all I hated my boss. Mr. Fredrick. He was a pain both at work and outside of work.     "Looking good finally, Derek," he said to me. "Better than you usually do, that's for sure."   I just nodded back at him. He had rented a huge hall in a building that was way out in the countryside. He had thrown all the stops. A band that played classical musi...

I did not need to go anywhere. My body just needed to rest and re-group after all the activity. But they insisted. They gently eased their sexy little frames off my body and supported me all the way into the shower after adjusting the tepid water into a misty spray. “Would you like to start on that gorgeous head of hair and back whilst I do the legs?” Jacky suggested. Little sister obediently shampooed my hair and soaped...

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me A sex swing for the pear tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Two dove gray blindfolds, And a sex swing for the pear tree. On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Three French maid outfits, Two dove gray blindfolds, And a sex swing for the pear tree. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Four call girls, Three...

“Do you like watching them baby?” he whispers in my ear, making me blush but still I nod my head. “Then enjoy it.” as his fingers move back to my ass pressing inside as I stroke his cock faster making it harder in my hands with every stroke. …. “And man had I enjoyed it” I think as our black cab whips its way around central London’s busy street while Craig’s hand cups my inner thigh, facing Lauren who’s pressed into Chris...