2 comments/ 44211 views/ 8 favorites Carrie Heffernan's Strip Debut By: Loadedquill "How much?" Carrie Heffernan looked at her husband in shock. "Almost three thousand bucks...the tranny is shot." Carrie groaned. "We don't have that kind of money, Doug." "I know that." He closed his eyes and sighed. Carrie thought about their situation for a few moments. The "Dancers wanted" sign that had been below the marquis at that road side strip club flashed into her head and the 'fantasy' that Doug had shared with her about his being turned on by the thought of her stripping for other men. "I might have an idea about how to raise the money we need." Doug looked at her quizzically. "What...sell body parts to science?" "Sort of..." Carrie said slyly. "I was thinking about that dancer's job. You know the one that got you so excited?" Doug's mouth dropped open. "Are you serious?" "Hey, it's not like anybody out here in East Bum Fuck is going to know me. I'll never see these guys again, ever...so I'll take their money and give them a little show. No big deal." Doug felt his cock getting stiff in his pants at just the thought of Carrie getting naked in front of a room full of strange men. "You sure, honey?" "Positive." She sorted through her suitcase and pulled out the bottle green silk panties and bra. "I figure about five nights should do the trick. As long as that chick Monique wasn't lying about what you could make over there." She stepped into the skimpy little thong panties. "You're going over there now?" Doug said, his eyes riveted to her taunt little tush as she bent over to pick up on of her pumps. "I was kind of hoping we could get some 'alone' time..." Carrie looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes dropped to the big bulge in his pants. She slipped her arms into the straps of her bra. "Oh, sure...last night when 'I' wanted to fool around you passed out. So tonight when I need to go make us some money...tonight...you want some alone time." She picked up her shortest skirt and stepped into it. It was black leather and really showed off her legs and tush. "God, Carrie...you are turning me on so much..." Doug said. He stared at her bare midriff and that cute little belly button of hers. "Just the thought of you getting naked up on stage is making me hard as steel. You know that's a fantasy of mine..." Carrie zipped up her skirt. "Well...tough titty, 'Fantasy Boy', cause you aren't getting to watch." "Why?" Doug whined. "C'mon, Carrie...why wouldn't you let me watch?" "Because this is going to be a one time thing and I don't want memories of me showing my cootchie to a bunch of horny strangers to be rattling around in that twisted little brain of yours." "So I'm not allowed in the club?" "Not if I'm dancing." "But..." "No buts...if I see you then I'm off that stage and we take the next Greyhound bus home." "What am I supposed to do while you're dancing?" Carrie pulled a snug knit top over her head, shaking her ringlets of brunette hair out. The top was cut high so that her taunt stomach was shown off and the neckline plunged to show off her cleavage. "There's a Mets game on the television. Get a pizza...watch some baseball." "What if they don't hire you?" Carrie looked at her reflection in the mirror, sticking her chest out and turning so she could look at her butt. "If they hired Monique...then they'll hire me." She said cockily. "What about this?" Doug pointed to the bulge beneath his towel. "Let me see..." Doug undid his towel. His swollen phallus jutted up in the air, thick and pulsing with hot blood. Carrie licked her lips. "You're really turned on by my doing this...aren't you?" "So much I can't even begin to tell you..." "That's good. Because when I come back here I have a feeling I'm going to be 'just' as turned on, baby and you better be ready because I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked..." Doug groaned. "I have to wait?" "I have my lipstick on..." "Please baby..." Doug whined. Carrie sighed. "All right...I'll give you a blow job, Doug but that's all. I'm not messing up my clothes." She came over to the bed. "And you have to promise not to cum on my face." She sank to her knees in front of him. "I promise...oh, God...Carrie..." Doug croaked as she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing pole. "You look so sexy, sweet heart..." "So hard..." Carrie murmured, squeezing her husband's thick shaft. "You are excited...aren't you?" She started to stroke him up and down. "Thinking about me up there on that stage, baby?" Doug moaned loudly, nodding his head. "Your Carrie...showing her tits to a bunch of strange men..." She leaned down and nuzzled his balls with her lips, looking up at his flushed face. "Letting them get a good look at how hard her nipples get when she's turned on?" She stuck her tongue out and slowly licked his left testicle. "Oh my God!" Doug said, gripping the bed spread. "I love it when you talk dirty, Carrie..." "All those men waving their bills in the air..." She ran her tongue over his right testicle. "All of them wanting to see my little pussy..." She put her lips on his wrinkled scrotum, leaving an imprint there from her blood red lipstick. "Their cocks getting hard in their pants as they watch me slowly push my panties down..." Doug's eyes glazed over, a slack look coming to his face. He was practically panting. "Please baby? Put it in your mouth...I'm not going to last very long..." She cupped his balls in her small hand and slowly licked her way up the bottom of his swollen phallus. When she reached the knob of his prick she teased the bottom of his glans with the tip of her tongue. "Oh, Carrie..." Doug said. "You haven't given me head in so long..." He looked down at his beautiful wife as she opened her lips and took the end of his cock inside her warm mouth, sucking at him gently, while her hand milked his scrotum. "Oh...God..." Carrie looked up at him with her big brown eyes as she swirled her tongue around the velvety soft head of his penis, tasting the pre-cum that was leaking from him. She felt his balls constrict in her hand. "I'm going to cum..." Doug gasped, his hips jerking. Carrie rocked back on her heels, his prick wet with her saliva as it popped out of her lips. She moved her head to one side as Doug cried out and shot a thick white gout of semen six feet into the air. '"Oh, Carrie..." Doug said, his hips jerking spastically as she continued to caress his hairy scrotum. "Oh my God, baby...that was so good..." Carrie Heffernan's Strip Debut Ch. 02 Carrie looked at her watch once again. "Larry's a busy guy..." the bartender said, reading her expression. "He tends to make people wait. You sure I can't get you a cocktail?" She was an older chick with huge breasts on a small body. "What the hell, I might as well..." Carrie said. "All this waiting is making me nervous as hell. Just get me a Cape Codder." "You here about the dancer's job?" the bartender asked as she placed a cocktail napkin atop the bar and placed Carrie's cranberry and vodka in front of her. "Pretty girl like you could make a lot of money here." "I hope so." Carrie took a big sip of her drink, wincing as the alcohol burned her throat. "Wow, that's a strong one..." The bartender laughed. "You gotta deal with Larry the asshole you'll need a strong drink, honey." Carrie shrugged. "I've dealt with assholes before." "Not like Larry you haven't..." The bartender leaned closer. "If you work for Larry then you're at his beck and call...if you follow my drift." "You mean if I want the job I'm going to have to put out?" "That's exactly what I mean." Carrie digested that bit of information. So if she wanted the stripper's job she was going to have to let the owner fuck her? That wasn't something that she was going to share with hubbie Doug. She knew he got turned on by the thought of someone looking at her naked but getting banged by someone else was another thing altogether. "It wouldn't be the first time..." she said to the bartender. If Doug knew what she'd done to get her job at the law firm he'd shit. An hour down on her knees sucking off the senior partner had gotten that position. She'd had to give the old geezer a return engagement every six months or so, which wasn't so bad really...the hard part was getting his dick erect...after that it was a piece of cake. Doug didn't know about the nice Christmas bonus she got either...that was 'her' mad money. "You know the bartender who was working with me out here? The cute little blonde? That's Mandy. She went back to tell Larry that you were here for the job. She's not back yet which probably means that she's probably on her knees sucking his cock as we speak. Oh, did I tell you about Larry's cock?" "No." "He's hung like a prize bull, honey...so do yourself a favor before you go in there and get some lube inside your pussy." Carrie felt her face flushing. "Suit yourself..." the bartender said. "You'll wish you had..." 'What have I gotten myself into?' Carrie thought to herself. She considered just getting up and leaving but then how were they going to pay for the stupid car? The door to the office opened right then and Mandy stepped out, her hair disheveled and her lipstick smudged. She looked at the bartender and sighed. "I need to use the ladies. The fucker messed up my make-up." Mandy looked at Carrie. "Larry's ready for you now, honey..." Carrie stared at the petite blonde. It looked like she still had a little splatter of cum on her nose. Any thoughts that the bartender was just trying to scare her with the story about what Larry demanded from his female employees were dashed. So if she wasn't lying about that...was she telling the truth about how big his cock was? Carrie felt her pussy start to moisten at just the thought. She'd always been a pushover for a man with a big penis. When she got one inside of her she went animal she came so much. Doug had a nice thick cock...it just wasn't that long. "Don't make him wait," Mandy said. "Larry doesn't like that." Carrie picked up her small purse and slid off of the barstool. She took a deep breath and let it out. 'I can do this', she told herself. 'I'm from New York. I not some country bumpkin.' She gave the bartender a thin smile and walked towards the office door. The older bartender watched as the pretty brunette reached out to open the door to Larry's office. "Larry is going to have a field day with that little piece of ass. Especially after you took the edge off of him, Mandy. That poor girl has got her work cut out for her." Mandy shook her head. "You can say that again. He's back there licking his chops. Nothing Larry likes more than taking a girl with some sass and turning her out. He told me to pass the word. Hold all his calls. He's gonna be 'interviewing' the newbie for a long time." "I told her to lube up her pussy...but she didn't listen..." Carrie Heffernan's Strip Debut Ch. 03 Carrie Heffernan knocked on the office door. "Ah, hello?" "Come on in." a gruff voice replied. "Lock the door behind you." Carrie stepped into the dimly lit room. "Hi, I'm Carrie..." she said with a nervous smile. "Well hey, Carrie. I'm Larry. I understand you want to work here as a dancer?" "Yes. That's right." As her eyes adjusted to the lighting she could see the strip club manager better. He was a dark haired man who was going to fat but still had an aura of power about him. He sat behind a big desk in an equally big chair, smiling at her. "My car needs a new transmission and I need to make some money to fix it. Our car, actually...I'm here with my husband, Doug..." "He's OK with this?" "Yes." "Really? He doesn't care that his wife is showing her pussy to a bunch of strangers?" Carrie felt her face flushing slightly. "No, he's all right with it..." "Good...then show me your pussy, Carrie." "What?" Carrie stammered. "You mean right now?" "No, I meant a week from now." Larry patted the desk in front of him. "Park that ass right up here, Carrie. I like to get a nice look at what my customers are gonna be seeing." Carrie walked around the big desk in a daze, not believing what it was that he was asking her to do. He pushed his chair back just a bit so she could sit her rear end up on the wide wooden desk. Carrie waited nervously with her knees pressed together. "I saw you over at the café yesterday." Larry leaned back in his chair. "You were wearing that little flowered sun dress." "Yes." "With no bra..." "It was so hot yesterday," Carrie said. "You gave me a woodie...right there in the restaurant. I could see your nipples sticking out right through that dress." Carrie felt her face redden. Her eyes fell to his crotch the bartender's words ringing in her ears. She knew that the strip club manager had a large penis. Sure enough she could easily make out the outline of his cock beneath his pants, the thick bulge running down his thigh. "Show me those titties now, Carrie..." She slipped the thin straps off her shoulders and slowly let the top slide down. Her brown nipples came into view. They were already stiffened slightly and as she watched they stiffened some more. "Yeah, that's nice..." Larry started to lightly run his fingers along the bulge in his pants. Not real big but nice and firm." Carrie's eyes were locked on his growing cock. "Open up your legs..." Carrie spread her knees about six inches apart. "Wider..." She moved her legs further apart, her skirt bunching up a bit. She knew that from where he was sitting he was getting a nice view of her plump, panty covered mons. "That's what I'm talking about..." Larry said. He took his zipper and slowly pulled it down. "Tell me something, Carrie...why are your nipples so hard?" He slipped his hand inside his fly. "It's chilly in here..." Carrie lied. Her eyes widened as the strip club manager pulled his semi-hard phallus out of his pants. The bartender hadn't been kidding. His prick was the biggest she'd ever seen. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Larry grinned. "No, it's not..." He started to slowly fist his impressive tool. "This whole stripping thing has got you a little excited...hasn't it, Carrie?" "I'm only doing it for the money..." she protested, staring as his already large cock just kept growing. He had to be ten inches and was a little thicker than Doug. The thought of all that meat up inside of her pussy made her start to moisten. "Pull your skirt up..." Carrie took the hem of her short skirt hand lifted it, letting him see her crotch completely. "Sexy panties, Carrie. Did you put those on for me?" "I guess..." "I notice you seem to be staring at my cock, Carrie. Why is that?" "I...ah...I'm not..." she said softly. "You like 'em big, Carrie?" She didn't answer him. "This one bigger than your husband?" She nodded. "A little..." Larry grinned. "That's good, Carrie. You won't have a problem handling me then." His cock was fully engorged now and he took his hand off the jutting pole and let her get a good look. "Handling you?" Carrie couldn't tear her gaze away from that swollen phallus. "I just want make some money dancing...that's all." "Here's the thing, Carrie. Before you get to get up on that stage and make your money? You're gonna show 'ole Larry that you 'really' want the job. You know what I mean?" "Why don't you tell me exactly what you mean?" "It's really pretty simple...every female that works here sucks my cock whenever I feel like it..." Carrie started to speak and he held up his hand. "...and if that means I want you to suck my cock four times in one shift? Then that's what you're gonna do." Carrie took a deep breath deciding whether she really needed the job that much. Carrie Heffernan's Strip Debut Ch. 04 Carrie Heffernan leaned back against her straight arms and gave the strip club manager a little smile, her dark eyes flashing. "Let me ask 'you' a question, Larry?" she said in a throaty voice. "When's the last time that a woman put 'you' through your paces? Don't you know that variety is the spice of life? Why would you want me to do what every other chick that comes in here does when I could do oh so much more?" Larry grinned back at the petite brunette, liking her spunk. "You got something special for 'ole Larry?" "I got something you'll really like..." Carrie purred. "She reached into her purse and pulled out the pair of handcuffs, jangling them in front of him. "Do you trust me, Larry?" To punctuate the question she raised her left heel up onto the top of the desk and then did the same thing with her right heel. "Damn..." Larry croaked, his eyes riveted to the plump mound between her legs barely covered by the narrow strip of green thong panty. "You gals from New York City are fucking wild..." Carrie slowly licked her lips. "You have no idea, Larry...you have no fucking idea how wild I can get..." She let her eyes drop down to where his huge cock jutted out of his fist. "Especially with a big, hard cock like yours, baby..." Larry felt like his heart was going to explode she had him so excited. "So you want to handcuff me? Is that it?" "That's right." "I don't know...what if you're some wacko chick who handcuffs guys and does terrible things to them?" Carrie smiled. "I could be, Larry..." she slowly reached down with her free hand and pulled her panties to the side so he could see her neatly trimmed chestnut brown beaver and the tiny pussy beneath. "But then again...I could just be the best fuck you've ever had..." Larry stared at her cunt. His dick was so hard it felt like it was made of iron. "You wanted to know earlier if I was wet, Larry?" Carrie spread her lips apart so that he could see the glistening wetness that awaited him inside of her. Her vagina a deep coral color. "I'm soaked, baby..." "Oh God..." Larry groaned. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard..." Carrie swung the handcuffs back and forth. "No...I'm gonna fuck 'you' so hard, Larry. I'm gonna do things to you that you'll remember when you're old and grey and it'll still make you hard just to think about it." "You are a dirty little thing..." "Put your hands behind you, Larry and I'll show you just how dirty I can get." He looked at the door. "You locked that...right?" "Nobody's gonna disturb us, baby...I promise..." Carrie cooed. She stuck the tip of her index finger inside of her open pussy and moved it up and down, then took it out and showed him how wet it was. "I'm ready for you, Larry...are you ready for me?" Larry put his hands behind his back. "I'm SO ready for you..." Carrie slid off the desk and walked behind him. She clicked the handcuffs on his right wrist and then on his left. A little smile crossed her lips as she leaned down and lightly bit the top of the strip club manager's ear. "You have some work to do first, Larry..." she whispered. "Work...what are you talking about?" Carried came back around the front of his chair. Standing there she reached beneath her short skirt and slowly peeled her thong panties down. "Before you get to fuck this pussy...you're gonna eat this pussy, Larry." She let the panties fall around her ankles and stepped out of them. "Down on the floor..." she said. " "I don't eat pussy," Larry said. "You do today." Carrie lifted the hem of her skirt and let him get another look at her neatly trimmed brown pussy. Larry licked his lips at the sight of that pretty little snatch. He was so hard that his cock was pulsing gently. "You either eat it...or you watch it walk out the door, Larry. What's it gonna be?" Larry grinned. "Maybe I might give it a quick lick..." "Down on the floor, Larry..." He slid his ass out of the chair and went to his knees. "That's a good boy." Carrie stroked the top of his head. She put her fingers in his hair and pulled his face between her thighs. The musky scent of her pussy filled Larry's nose as his mouth was pressed up against the petite brunette's plump mons, her curly chestnut brown pubic hairs tickling his lip. He gave her pussy a kiss, tasting her. "That's right..." Carrie purred. She spread her feet apart a few inches further, looking down at his head as he started to lick her trim little pussy lips. "Eat that pussy, Larry...eat it good..." Larry stuck the tip of his tongue between her lips and pushed a half inch inside of her hot sheath. "Oh, Larry!" Carrie exclaimed. She put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him into her crotch, rotating her hips slightly. Half smothered by her warm, wet pussy, Larry sucked at the juices there, his chin quickly covered by her moistness. "Mmmmmm..." he murmured as he ate her cunt. She had the yummiest snatch he'd ever tasted. "That's so good..." Carrie whispered. "Keep that up and you're gonna make me cum, baby..." He pushed his tongue as far up her as he could, his cock so hard it hurt. "Oh...that's right," Carrie gasped. She started undulating herself against his mouth. "You're a good little pussy licker, Larry." Larry lapped at her juices. When his tongue flickered over Carrie's little nub of a hooded clit she gave a little cry of pleasure and he concentrated on that area, the sexy woman's movements getting faster and her moans louder. "Oh...oh...fuck!" Carrie whimpered, her eyes closing and her head lolling back. The orgasm that shot through her took her by surprise it was so sudden and so violent. She clutched at his head to keep from falling, her hips jerking spastically. She felt a little gush of wetness inside her and she mewled happily. Larry put his lips around her hardened clit and sucked at it gently. She was thrusting her pelvis at him so violently at that point that he lost his balance and flopped onto the floor on his back, his hard-on sticking up in the air like a ship's mast. Carrie Heffernan stood there over him, her knees shaking as the orgasm she'd just had left her gasping for breath...her firm breasts heaving. She shook her head, giving him a little smile. "That just earned you the best fuck of your life, Larry." She said in a voice husky with lust. She straddled his prone form. "You just let me do my thing, baby..." "Yes..." Larry croaked when she bent her knees slightly, watching as she started lowering herself down to where his throbbing cock waited. "Fuck me, you hot little slut. Fuck that big dick." Carrie put her hands on her thighs and slid her skirt up, looking down at where his lemon shaped head was almost touching her gaping cunt. The sight was so erotic that she paused to relish it. "Don't stop..." Larry begged. "Sit on it, baby. Sit on my cock..." Dropping her bottom down another inch, Carrie let the tip of his prick brush one side of her open pussy. When the strip club manager attempted to push up his hips to spear her, the big head bounced off the side of her cunt. "You want that pussy, don't you, Larry?" Carrie asked, a big smile on her face. "Yes," he said. "I want it..." Carrie reached back between her legs and took him in her hand. Larry groaned as she squeezed his throbbing phallus. "Do it..." "Say please, baby." Larry nodded. "Oh, please...please, baby..." Carrie rubbed the head of his cock back and forth along her pouting cunt lips getting the thick helmet wet with her juices. "It's so hard, Larry..." Carrie cooed. "Such a big hard cock...I don't know if it's gonna fit, Larry..." Lying on the floor of his office like a beached whale, Larry could only watch helplessly as she teased him with her warm slit. He moaned as she let her ass descend slightly, the first inch of his penis pushing up into her gooey insides. She had a tight pussy, those pink walls resisting him. "Oh God...I'm gonna have a fucking stroke you keep this up." "Beg me for it, Larry..." Carrie whispered, letting herself down so that his big head popped inside of her cunt, her eyes going wide at the size of him. She squatted over him, looking back to where that huge cock was starting to impale her. "Oh, yes...you little cock tease...put it in that pussy. Please, baby. I want that hot cunt of yours so bad!" Carrie rotated herself from side to side, screwing herself down onto that wide pole of his...another couple inches burying itself inside of her tightly clasping labia. She was breathing shallowly, the sheer girth of all that hard cock making her head spin. "Oh, God that feels so good..." Larry moaned. "You got the tightest pussy I been in for a long time, girl." Rocking slowly up and down on his cock, Carrie slowly let herself get acclimated to the size of him. She managed to get another couple inches of him inside of her. It felt like if he went any deeper it was going to end up somewhere inside her stomach it was so long. He was only slightly larger than Doug but he was half again as long. She wasn't sure if she could take that much cock inside of her small pussy. She heard herself panting, her mouth gaped open and her pretty face contorted as she worked to take more of him inside of her. "So nice and hot..." Larry croaked. He was struggling not to blow his load. The little brunette had him so aroused that his balls were already starting to contract. He didn't want this to end. Not when it felt this good. Carrie bent her knees a bit more, pumping herself up and down on his throbbing hard-on...each stroke taking a little more of that amazing prick up inside of her. Each little bit filling her where she'd never been filled before. She arched her back, her long curly hair bouncing up and down as she started to fuck faster...her full breasts with the swollen dark nipples bouncing along as well. "Oh, God...you fuck like a mink in heat..." Larry cried out. "Oh, sweet Jesus...that feels so fucking good!" He rolled his head from side from side. "Fuck me you hot little bitch...fuck me!" He felt his balls start to tighten up. He'd thought that having Mandy give him a blow job before he had the interview with this new girl would let him go a long time before cumming but now he could feel his orgasm starting to build in his testicles. Carrie looked back between her legs. She had ¾'s of his swollen phallus up inside of her now and the feeling was so delicious that she felt like she was going to swoon. She leaned forward and let his thick shaft lightly brush her clit as it slid in and out of her tight pussy. "Oh...that's good..." she gasped. Her pelvis undulated atop his cock, her heart shaped ass quivering as she fucked him with short, quick strokes. She felt her second orgasm sweep over her and went rigid, her big brown eyes clenched shut as she screamed out with pleasure. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming..." Larry was so close to cumming himself that he was gasping like a fish out of water. When the woman straddling him stopped pumping up and down on him to have her orgasm he could only try desperately to hump up at her with his throbbing pole. "Don't stop...Oh, God...I'm so close..." Carrie shuddered as the last of her climax rolled through her belly. It was one of the best orgasms of her life. She looked down at the strip club manager and squeezed his big cock with the muscles inside of her vagina, drawing another moan from the helpless man. She leaned forward and let his dripping wet cock slip out of her pussy. "Noooooo..." Larry pleaded. "Finish me...finish me..." Cary scooted back between his legs, lowering her head until she was right in front of his jutting prick. Larry's penis was so engorged with hot blood that the head glowed a deep purple. The surface of his cock was coated with her cream. She wrapped her small hand around the big shaft, squeezing it. "You gonna cum for Carrie, baby?" she asked in a husky voice. Her other hand slipped inside his fly and started to massage his big testicles. "You gonna give me some nice hot cum?" Larry moaned pitifully. He was so close to cumming. He could only lie there watching her gamine face as she leaned in to slowly lick her way up the underside of his prick. The feel of her scratchy tongue on his sensitive flesh had him teetering on the edge. When she used the tip of her tongue to explore the bottom of his glans, flickering it back and forth lightly it was just too much to take. He closed his eyes and shot a long, thick gout of semen three feet into the air, quivering and shaking as he came. Carrie leaned back on her heels, still gripping his pulsing dick in her hand. "So, Larry? Do I get the job?" He looked at her, his face red and sweating. He'd just cum so hard his nuts were aching. His cock slowly started to soften in her fingers. He wasn't even sure he could talk he was so spent. He just nodded. Carrie smiled. "Then I'll just go get ready then..." She leaned down and gave his shrinking cock a little kiss. "Thanks, Larry." She stood up and pulled her bra up to cover her breasts and then her top. Picking up her panties she stepped into them. Looking down at the stunned strip club manager she grinned. "You want me to unlock those handcuffs, Larry or you want to leave 'em on for a bit?" To his mumbled reply she took the key out of her purse and as he rolled onto his side she undid the handcuffs and put them and the key back into her purse. "See ya..." she said gaily as she went over, unlocked the door and let herself out. * (author's note...this is my first submission to Lit after enjoying other's stories for way too long. I do appreciate any and all comments. Thanx.) Carrie Heffernan's Strip Debut Ch. 05 The young bartender Mandy looked up in surprise when Carrie Heffernan came walking out of the office. "That was fast." Carrie shrugged. "Why all the fuss...Larry was easy." The older bartender chuckled. "Easy? Heard him called a lot of things...easy was never one of them." "So where is the dressing room?" Carrie asked. "I need to get ready to make some money." Mandy pointed. "Right back there." There was a small crowd in the club, most of them sitting right up at the horseshoe shaped stage, sipping beers and looking up in rapt attention as a long legged black chick wearing a blue wig lazily ground her hips to the music that was playing. Carrie noted that Elmer and his brother from the garage were two of the men. She sighed...so much for not running into anyone she knew from town. Remembering how Elmer's eyes kept getting stuck on her tits when she'd visited the garage with her car, she had to smile. 'It's your lucky day, Elmer...you get to see 'em in all their glory,' she thought. Getting to the dressing room brought her right by where the tall, lanky mechanics were sitting and when Elmer casually looked up she winked at him and went on by. As she opened the door to the back she heard Elmer say to his brother: "I'm serious, Hank! It was the hot married chick...from New York City!" She looked back and the two of them were staring at her slack-jawed. "Bunch of fuckin' yokels," Carrie said out loud. "I feel like I'm in Mayberry." She gave them a sweet smile and went into the dressing room. It wasn't much...a medium sized room with lighted mirrors above makeup counters and a bathroom with two sinks and two stalls. Along one wall was a long clothes rack on which hung a colorful array of outfits. A big busted blonde, dressed in just a skimpy thong, garter belt and stockings turned to look at her, a sandwich in her hand. "You're new," she said around a mouthful of food. "I'm Tammi...what's your name?" "Carrie." "Well hi, Carrie. Welcome to our little club." She held out the sandwich. "You want a bite?" "I'm good, thanks." Carrie looked at the clothes that were hanging there. "Does this all belong to people or is it community property? I'm new to the whole dancing thing so I don't really have any 'stripper' clothes." "It belongs to people but the only one that has a cow if you wear stuff is Lorraine. That's her stuff down towards this end. Don't touch that but the rest you can see what you like. There's only four of us dancing tonight and none of the other girls are as small as you." Carrie stepped over to the rack and started to go through what was there. "You got a funny accent. Where you from?" "Queens." Tammi frowned. "Where's that?" "New York City." Carrie took out a black leather corset that looked like it might be her size. "Oh, wow...never met anyone from New York." 'Dumb as a rock', Carrie thought to herself. "Well, now you have." "It must be really exciting there, huh? With all the people and stuff?" "Oh, yeah...it's exciting." "That's a really cute outfit," Tammi said. "There's a matching thong inside on the hanger." She put her sandwich down and came over to stand beside Carrie. She had on a pair of platform boots with huge spiked heels that made her tower over the smaller woman. "This skirt would probably fit you too..." She pulled a black leather pencil skirt out of the rack. "It's closes with Velcro so it's easier to get out of. If you haven't danced before I'll just let you know that getting out of some of this stuff without falling on your ass is tough." Carrie took the skirt from her. "Good to know..." Tammi smiled. "You've got really sexy lips, Carrie." She reached out and lightly brushed Carrie's pouty lower lip. "Well, hey...thanks..." Carrie said. Tammi leaned down and planted a kiss on Carrie's mouth. Stunned for a second Carrie pushed her away. "What was that?" "A kiss, silly..." Tammi said. "Didn't you like it?" "I don't kiss girls," Carrie said. "Never?" Tammi asked. She made a pouty face. "I love kissing girls..." Carrie held her left hand, showing Tammi her wedding ring. "I'm married. I like guys." "I like guys too," Tammi replied. "I just like girls better. No big deal. If you change your mind though I'd love to get you in the sack." She smiled. "Hey, you want help with your hair? I used to be a stylist." "Think I'm good...thanks though..." Carrie was still flustered from the kiss. She'd never had a girl come onto to her quite so brazenly. She'd intended to change into the outfit she'd picked out but now she was more nervous about getting undressed in front of Tammi than she was about getting naked in front of the customers out front. "You are gonna look so hot in that leather thong. You got such a nice shape to your butt." Tammi half turned and looked at her own rear end. "I have to be so careful what I eat or I just start to sag." She looked back at Carrie again. "Did you need help shaving at all?" "Shaving? Oh...oh, you mean...no I'm good with the whole shaving thing...really." Carrie felt her face flushing. "I always have to have someone get the hard to see places..." Tammi said. She pulled her thong to the side to reveal a totally bald pussy. "I like it to be nice and smooth." Carrie backed away, clutching the leather outfit in front of her. "I gotta use the bathroom." She stammered. "OK, I'm on in just a minute or two. I'll see ya out on the stage. Can't wait to see what you look like without clothes on, Carrie. Hey, maybe you and I can do a little routine together? Some of the guys here just go nuts over the whole chick-chick thing." Shutting the door behind her, Carrie looked at her own reflection in the mirror. 'Jesus, I thought I was gonna have to fight off horny guys. Instead I got Tammi the dumbass bimbo trying to jump my bones.' She shook her head in disbelief. 'How much would Doug have loved to have seen 'that'!' She quickly took off her clothes and tried on the leather corset and thong. The thong was a little loose and the corset was a little snug but it was still doable. She did a slow turn and checked herself out. "All I need now is a freakin' whip," she said outloud. "Mistress Carrie in the house!" She put the leather pencil skirt on and tried pulling it off. Tammi was right...the Velcro made that easy as pie. Speaking of...she put her ear to the door and listened to see if the horny blonde stripper had indeed left to start her show. Hearing nothing she opened the door and saw that she was alone. She picked through a bunch of high heeled boots and pumps, selecting a pair of black leather knee high boots. Trying them on she wobbled only slightly on the seven inch spike heels. The door from outside opened and the blue haired black chick with the bored expression nodded at her as she came in wearing nothing but her blue fuck me pumps. "Y'all on..." she said in a Southern drawl. "Right, it's show time..." Carrie said, taking a deep breath. "Show time for real." It took a moment for her eyes to acclimate from the lights of the dressing room to the dimness of the bar. She concentrated on not falling on her ass. Walking in the high stiletto heels was anything but easy. She passed by where the two mechanics were sitting, letting her hips swing a little bit more than normal...getting into the whole stripper thing. "Damn, it really is you!" Hank said, a big smile on his lantern jawed face. His eyes went up and down Carrie's scantily clad body. "Oh, my goodness." "Told you it was her..." Elmer said. "Fucking eh..." He was acting like a kid on Christmas day. "This is gonna be so god-damn sweet..." "Well, hi there..." Carrie said throatily. "You boys waiting to see me?" "Oh, yeah," Hank said. "Where's your husband at?" Elmer asked. "He's back at the motel," Carrie said. "It's just me..." "I been having some pretty hot dreams about it being just you and me..." Elmer said. "Can't believe that I'm gonna get to see you naked." "If you've got the cash, baby...you're gonna get an eyeful..." Carrie winked at him. "We just got paid." Elmer said. "One thing we got is cash." "Better get it out then..." Carrie said, patting his head. Tammi was up on the stage doing some spins around one of the two poles, her big breasts already out. Carrie made her way up the stairs and stepped out onto the stage. She took a deep breath and started to move her hips in time to the music that was playing over the house system. Elmer and Hank looked up at her from their front row seats, each sipping on a long necked Budweiser as they watched her start to dance. The beer they held in one hand...in the other they were holding up dollar bills. Carrie grinned. This was going to be easy money. She leaned down and plucked the bills out of their hands, then spun around, grabbed the pole and bent over so they were looking at her heart shaped ass in the tight black leather pencil skirt. Carrie let her head drop down so she was looking between her legs to where the two mechanics were sitting. She wiggled her butt at them and smiled. "Like the view, boys?" Elmer's eyes were locked onto the stretched tight leather. "Ah am lovin' the view, baby!" he whooped. "Shake that thing!" Hank leaned forward trying to get a better angle to see up her skirt. "Is this what you want?" Carrie reached back and lifted up the hem of her skirt a few inches. "Yeah, that's what I want all right..." Hank said. He could just get a glimpse of black panties at the top of her thighs. "Higher...show me that puss." "You wearing leather undies?" Elmer asked. "Oh that is so hot." He held up a fist full of dollar bills. "Come and get it, baby...'ole Elmer wants to see it all!" Carrie turned around and took the money out of his hand, stuffing it into the top of one of her boots. "You want to see it all?" She leaned down so Elmer could get a nice look down the front of her leather corset at her firm tits. "Oh...I'm going to show it to you..." she slowly licked her lips. "I'm going to show you everything." She reached up and slowly tugged on the leather lacing that held the corset together, pulling the knot out until it fell apart. The snug corset loosened, letting more of her pale breasts show. Elmer stared at the firm mounds that were slowly coming into view. He could just see a little bit of one of her nipples. He sipped at his beer, grinning from ear to ear. "Me too..." Hank said, waving a handful of his own cash. "I won't forget you, baby..." Carrie cooed, reaching out to snatch him money. She took the top of her corset and pulled it apart. "I'm gonna make sure you don't forget me either..." "Those are so pretty..." Elmer said as she showed him her hard nipples. Carrie shook her tits at him, the corset loosening to the point where she needed to hold it up to keep it from falling off. "Your nipples sure are hard," Hank said. "You like showing off your goodies, don't you?" "They get that way when there are big, strong men like you two around..." Carrie whispered. "I can't help myself..." Elmer shifted himself in his seat. His cock was stiff and needed to be adjusted so it wasn't being crushed by his jeans. He stared at the petite brunette's round breasts. "No kidding? Carrie let the corset fall to the ground. "Cross my heart..." she covered her breasts with her arms, tossing her ringlets of hair back from her face. "Fuck, you got me going, girl..." he dug in his pants for more money. "You keep it up I'm gonna bust right out of my britches." Leaning back against the pole, Carrie raised her hands up over her head, gripped the pole and started to slide down, her legs going apart as she slowly did the splits, her skirt hiking up around her waist as she lowered herself to the stage. "Sweet jesus..." Elmer said, his eyes locked onto her black leather covered mons. "Is it hot in here...or is it just me?" Carrie asked. She reached down and tore the black leather skirt off with one hard tug of the Velcro, tossing it to one side and smiling at the two brothers in nothing but her black leather thong and knee high black leather boots. Elmer tossed the money he had in his hand onto the stage. "Why thank you..." Carrie said, sweeping up the bills and stuffing them into the top of her boots. Then doing the same to some more money that Hank leaned over to hand her. "This darn thing was a bit loose..." she said, adjusting the leather thong slightly. "I hope I'm not 'exposed'..." The two mechanics could see about a half inch of her mound, a few curly brown pubic hairs sticking out from the edge of the black leather. "How's this?" she asked sliding the thong a bit to the side so that they could almost see her slit. "Oops...wrong way. Gosh, I'm so embarrassed..." She slid the thong back the other way. "I almost showed you my little kitty kat." Elmer actually groaned out loud. Hank took out a few more ones. Carrie frowned. "You wouldn't have something 'bigger' than that...would you, baby?" Hank peeled off a five. "I mean 'much' bigger..." Carrie whispered. Hank took a twenty from his roll and held it up for her. "Thank you so much," Carrie said with a big smile. She looked at Elmer. "How about you?" Elmer chipped in with his own twenty. "Well now...I think you two deserve a nice long look...don't you?" Carrie slowly unhooked one side of the thong. "I don't usually show my kitty kat to strangers but you've been SO generous I guess I have to don't I?" Hank and Elmer both nodded their heads up and down, mesmerized by the view they now had of the top of her neatly trimmed snatch. Carrie slowly reached across and unhooked the other side. As the narrow strip of leather dropped to the stage, Hank and Elmer's eyes bugged out as they got their first look at Carrie's cunt, the trim lips split apart so that they could see the glistening pink flesh inside. "Fuck me..." Hank muttered. "Look at that..." Elmer went to take a sip of his beer and missed his mouth, dribbling Budweiser down his chin as he ogled the open beaver a few feet from him. "It's tiny..." he said almost to himself. "I never seen one that small..." Carrie looked down at her exposed pussy. "Poor little kitty kat...she's gonna catch a cold." She put her hand over the pouting hole. Hank had his free hand in his lap, squeezing his swollen cock through his pants. "I thought we was getting a good look? I gave you twenty bucks..." Carrie moved her hand, letting them see her again. She found herself enjoying teasing them the way that she was. She slid her bottom a few inches closer to them. "Is this better?" she cooed. She leaned back against the pole again, her pussy opening even wider. "Look how wet she is..." Elmer said. "She's a naughty little kitty..." Carrie said. She took her hand and gave her pussy a light slap. "A naughty..." Slap. "...naughty..." Slap. "...NAUGHTY...little kitty." Hank was rubbing himself through his pants, his mouth agape. Elmer looked like he'd been smacked silly. "Naughty little kitty..." he murmured. "Naughty, naughty..." "She gets me in so much trouble..." Carrie whispered. Hank moaned softly. "She just wants to cum...over and over and over..." Carrie's voice dropping lower...getting throaty and dirty. "She's such a greedy little kitty kat. She just can't get enough..." "Over and over..." Elmer repeated. Carrie shook her head. "Oh, my...I was getting carried away..." She swung her leg around so that she sitting sideways to her audience. She smiled sweetly at them. "That bad little kitty...I have to watch out for her all the time...God, knows what kind of trouble she'd get me into if she had her way..." She reached out and grabbed her skirt, thong and corset. "Bye boys..." she said brightly. "You come back and see me again." She swung herself up with help from the pole and quickly made her way down the stairs and back into the dressing room, her heart shaped ass bouncing erotically with each step.