1 comments/ 7532 views/ 4 favorites Birthday Valentine By: Humpdee84 Well here it was almost Valentine's Day...again. Jerome didn't have a date...again. His girlfriend Linda had broken up with him...again and always around the end of January. So why did he keep rekindling their obviously disastrous relationship? She was hot and the sex was magnificent, that's why. She'd dump him in late January, be totally cold to him until about April when she would start to warm up, then by July, things were hot again. She was as regular as the calendar! By October Jerome could feel her getting a bit chilly. Oh, occasionally there would be a hot night, but the next day, she wouldn't call him. They'd keep dating, movies, dinner but Linda would leave him falling flat on his face, well, until she was bored and wanted to go out. In December she would light up and Jerome would feel there might be hope after all; their relationship might have a new birth! Then, the New Year would start the cold trend until... Jerome was frustrated. Some said he was stupid to keep going back with her when there were so many other women out there. He was also told, over and over again, a woman does not have to qualify as a centerfold girl to be beautiful. Linda could easily get some nude modeling jobs, she was damn near 'perfect', but the definition of 'perfect' is never the exact same to two people. Jerome liked what he had even though it meant another lonely Valentine's Day. On his way to work one day, February 3, he realized it had been exactly one week since Linda snowed on his life, another blizzard. He was in a jovial mood none-the-less since, again, as predictable as the seasons so he KNEW it was coming (even if he always had that Christmas hope...every freaking year.). He walked into his OB/GYN office and was greeted by Ms. Larch, the receptionist. Ms. Larch was 57, exactly 10 years older than Jerome to the day. Both had been born on February 14th and oddly enough, they discovered that their mothers had grown up together. This was after he had hired her. Jerome was the youngest of 4 kids, Ms. Larch the oldest of 11. Ms. Larch's parents died of exhaustion. Mom at 68, Dad at 70. Thankfully Ms. Larch was old enough (46) to help look after the youngest who had just turned 18. Ms. Larch only had 2 kids and vowed never to have more, come hell or high water and made sure of this by having her husband get snipped and she had her tubes tied. Sadly, her LATE husband saw being snipped as a golden opportunity to screw around without fear of pregnancy. He had a heart attack at age 45 in the midst of coitus with a stripper. Ms. Larch didn't really miss him. Well, sometimes she did. Doctor Jerome Finkleman had a very thriving practice. He enjoyed the work and many of his friends would kid him about getting all that pussy, which he didn't 'get', just examined, but all those vaginas certainly made him appreciate them, not just for the pleasure they could bring, but just what they could do. He found them simply fascinating and had since he was a kid and saw his first one accidentally when one of his sister's friends was changing to go in their pool. He never forgot that. The vagina became a mystery to him and a mystery he swore he'd solve. It's what steered him into that particular field when he got to medical school. Jerome had his first appointment of the day. It was a woman of 23 who he knew worked as a stripper in the only club in the area. Jerome rarely visited those places but always felt it was nice to see "fresh vagina" in a non-clinical setting now and then, just to remind him there was more to them than simply anatomical parts of the female of the species. When Saundre showed up, Ms. Larch was a bit chilly towards her, told her to wait and the doctor would be with her soon. "Is there time to use the little girl's room?" asked Saundre. "Go ahead, I don't care. It's over there." Ms. Larch replied, very coolly and motioned towards the corridor to the right of the reception desk. Saundre did use the bathroom and exited just as Jerome came looking for her. He brought her into an exam room and very politely asked her to undress from the waist down and he would be back, but first the nurse would be in to take her vitals. After the preliminary work was done Jerome reentered and began the exam. Saundre asked Dr. Finkleman if there was some reason the receptionist didn't like her and why was she so rude every time she had an appointment. Jerome, knowing the whole story with the last Mr. Larch's demise felt it really wasn't Saundre's business but, not being able to say THAT, he simply said, "I'm not really sure. To be honest, I think you may remind her of someone she knew as a kid, but really, she's normally very sweet. I'll talk to her." Saundre was on the "B" team at the strip club. At thirty five, she still looked fantastic, but at 35, she was no longer "A" team material in the eyes of club owners. But, since she had worked at Le Club du Nude (a really horrible name) for about 12 years and was essentially the matron of the girls, the owner kept her around. Truth was, Saundre was also a writer and had actually had several mystery novels under the name "Elizabeth LeClerk" published. She just loved the thrill of teasing guys at the club and she liked the pocket change it brought her; $800/week. When she talked about it, she'd say, "Not bad for an old dame working part time, eh?" As good as she looked, it was her charm that made her most of the money, and plus the days shifts often brought the older guys who liked to avoid the younger, cruder guys and who preferred the more mature ladies. Thirty five was considered mature, forty, old. No one over forty worked there. Jerome did all the usual examination routines and assured Saundre that she was as healthy as ever and there were no concerns. He asked if she had any and Saundre simply said, "Doctor, my vag is my money maker, ok, well these too," she said cupping her quite lovely, though fully covered breasts, "and I am always concerned about my vag." "That's the start of the path of good vaginal health. Ok, I'll let you get dressed now. Did you want to make your next appointment now or wait?" "I'll wait. I don't think I want to talk to that woman again just now." Meaning Ms. Larch. Jerome said he understood and reiterated he would speak to her. When Saundre left and the waiting area was clear, Jerome sat down with Ms. Larch. "So, Ms. Larch, you are a lovely and pleasant person. Everyone comments on how friendly you are." Ms. Larch just nodded, smiling a bit. "I was wondering if you could be that pleasant to ALL of our patients." Ms. Larch thought for a moment and then asked, "Aren't I?" Jerome very politely pointed out to the lack of pleasantness she always seemed to show Saundre, telling her he could understand why she might hold any resentment but making it clear that Saundre was not the girl who, as Ms. Larch would put it, 'killed' her husband. "She's a nice kid; cut her a break, will you?" Ms. Larch squirreled up her face in thought. After a few seconds she said, "I will try. I know, SHE didn't kill my husband, but Doctor, she's 35, she should be doing something besides stripping and killing husbands." "That wasn't her. I don't think Saundre killed anyone. Well, she's killed a few off in her books, but..." "What books?" Shot back Ms. Larch in obvious surprise. Jerome knew Saundre's secret (Saundre's ACTUAL name was Marybeth Stanford and it was all over her insurance forms, but everyone was so used to calling her Saundre...) and had promised not to blab. He immediately wanted to scamper off and hide but before he could, Ms. Larch grabbed his hand, "She WRITES? Writes what? Mysteries? I LOVE mysteries. You can't be serious. Strippers are not that bright. What's she written? If she's killed people in her books, she must write mysteries." And then Ms. Larch's mind went back to the reason for her initial dislike of Saundre and added, "or 'How To' books." Jerome just rolled his eyes. "Ms. Larch, strippers are people. Not all are smart but far from all are stupid. What I mean is, it's like any other profession, you have smart, you have dumb, you...hell, I've met some doctors that could barely tie their own shoes. Didn't make them bad doctors per se, but, what I mean is..." He was rambling and he knew it. "Be nice to Saundre, would you please?" and he got up to leave. "But Doctor Finkleman, what does she write?" "Children's books." And he went back into his office and closed the door. The next day was February 7 and Jerome had only three appointments, 9 a.m., 1 p.m. and 4 p.m., lovely way to totally screw up a day with them so spaced out. Between the appointments he got caught up on paper work and at eleven o'clock he decided it would be his treat for lunch. He ordered Chinese for Ms. Larch, Mrs. Lincoln (the part-time retiree who helped keep the files in order), Julie and Shannon the RNs who worked for him, and of course himself. "No special occasion, just, well, shouldn't I treat you guys now and then? You keep this office working." As he was leaving for the evening, Ms. Larch stopped Jerome and said that Saundre had called and wanted an appointment. Ms. Larch 'very politely' informed her that they were closing for the day but she could fit her in tomorrow at 3. "Would that work for you?" she had asked. So, Jerome would see Saundre twice in as many weeks and Ms. Larch did assure him she was as 'sweet as candy'. Then she asked again what Saundre wrote. Jerome thanked her, said he'd see her tomorrow and complimented on her politeness then, brushing off the question, hurried out the door. As three o'clock approached, Jerome made a point of secretly hiding near the reception area to monitor Ms. Larch's behavior towards Saundre. Saundre came in and he watched as Ms. Larch looked up, studied the arrival and stood. "Well, WELCOME. How are we today? Glad you got her a little early. Doctor Finkleman is free since the last patient left about fifteen minutes ago. Please, have a seat and I'll just let him know you're here." Saundre was torn between elation and suspicion. To herself she thought, "I wanted her more polite, but this is ridiculous. She's phony-ing it up for me. I just know it. What the hell is with this woman?" But Saundre just nodded and smiled and sat down. Jerome came out and brought Saundre into an exam room and asked what was going on that she needed another appointment so soon. Saundre explained that the afternoon before she had placed a small sheepskin blanket on the stage intent on rubbing herself into it. However, she accidently stepped on it instead of OVER it and it slid causing her to slam her vagina onto the floor. "I finished the set, but it wasn't fun, believe me. I just want to see if there's any damage." "Why didn't you just go to the emergency room?" "Doctor, this is not something that I like to talk about with just anyone, you do understand, right? First off, it's kind of an intimate problem and secondly, it would be like you screwing up a birth. You would just prefer to discuss mistakes in your profession with as few people as possible. Do you get my meaning?" "Yes, I guess I do," replied Jerome and he proceeded with the exam. Finding no real issues and since Saundre wasn't in any pain anymore (she had iced herself when she got home) he cleared her and sent her on her way. Saundre didn't get out of the office when Ms. Larch said, "So, you write? What do you write? I'm a big reader." "Oh, uh," Saundre was taken aback. This was not something she liked spread around. She had used and old picture with a bit of a disguise for all the dust jackets and this woman didn't even know what she wrote, so.... "Oh Doctor, you told." Saundre thought to herself and then out loud to Ms. Larch, "I write poems. They're not very good but I've had a couple published in Europe. Gotta go, thank you." And she scurried off. February 9th was a peaceful Sunday. Ms. Larch went to Services as always and said a prayer that her late husband was burning in Hell, then said another asking for forgiveness for the first prayer. Being single and feeling like her husband had abandoned her in the worst possible way only made the upcoming Valentine's Day seem a tougher thing to face, especially since it was her birthday. Some years she looked back and smiled, some years she looked ahead and smiled. She had dated several times since her husband's death, but only one time had anything come close to serious. She loved her kids, the oldest, Steven was in the Air Force, a Captain stationed in Alaska and her younger son, Philip was a successful and well respected clerk at the grocery store on the west side of town. He lived comfortably with Ms. Larch and generously paid the electric bill. At 31, she knew he was destined for great things...or potentially skid row once she died and he would have to provide entirely for himself. Ms. Larch, none-the-less, enjoyed her life. She participated in plenty of activities with friends, and an occasional date with some guy from either her church group or the local senior center. She even got 'nookie' now and then, but nothing to write home about. As she drove home from church she saw Jerome walking along the side of the road. She pulled over and asked if he needed a ride. "No, I'm good. My car broke down yesterday at Temple and I've decided that walking will do me some good." "Don't be a fool, its 25 degrees out. Get in this car!" she ordered with such forcefulness, Jerome was in the car before she finished the sentence saying, "Sorry, sorry, sorry." As she drove him home, he had to remind her of what turns to take, they talked about their upcoming holiday. "You know, I'm not doing anything. You're not doing anything. Why don't we go out to dinner, my treat," suggested Jerome. "You know something that might be a nice thing. Sure!" said Ms. Larch, "But you HAVE to call me Shirley." "Shirley I will," said Jerome as they approached his house. "And you will call me Jerome. I should have my car...I had BETTER have my car back by then, so I will drive. See you tomorrow at work?" "How do you intend to get there?" asked Ms. Larch, knowing that this stubborn son of a gun would walk. "I'll make do." Came the vague answer indicating he either didn't know or would walk. "I'll be here at 8 on the nose, or there abouts." He agreed and it was settled. The big day finally arrived. Ms. Larch had truly begun to look forward to their evening out. She always liked Doctor Finkleman . He had a nice manner to him and he was kind of cute, but then again, he was just a kid; and her boss, so Ms. Larch put any romantic notions right out of her head. She had forgotten all about Saundre and what she wrote. It was no longer one of her beloved mysteries, just a forgotten item on her long list of the passé. Julie and Shannon had overheard Jerome and Ms. Larch talking and thought it was sweet they were going on a date and not a bad idea. "Maybe you two can hook up and both get some much needed loving!" Julie had suggested to Ms. Larch who only laughed at the thought saying, "We have a PROFESSIONAL relationship, a friendship and we share a birthday. That's all, you silly girl." And she had meant it. By 5:15 every patient had been seen, everything had been filed, Julie and Shannon left with a wink and a wave to Ms. Larch and it was time to head for dinner at Den Store Fisk (The Big Fish) a local Norwegian restaurant. It was something 'different' that neither had tried before. They sat and talked and ate various Norwegian cuisines, starting with fiskesuppe and just spiraling onward into various delicacies. They indulged in some Norwegian vodka as well, Ms. La....SHIRLEY indulging just a tad more, but she could hold her own and was actually holding up better than Jerome. Shirley, in the midst of conversation suddenly remembered the little mystery she had been trying to solve last week. She saw Jerome just a tad tipsy and thought to herself, "Why not ask him NOW while his defenses are down a bit." Then she slowly steered the conversation in the direction of Saundre. As she loosened Jerome up, she proposed a toast to their birthdays. "Here's to two wonderful people who share a wonderful birthday. Though we're both alone on this very special day, we are NOT alone as we have each other!" Jerome, now on his third, toasted right with her. Shirley was on her fourth and not even feeling it. "Tough old broad" she thought to herself. They sipped at the very smooth drink and Shirley said, "So, I've been thinking, you really make a good point about Saundre. She seems like a nice kid and she's always nice to me. I'm really going to clean up my act and without sarcasm. I'm not going to be bitchy again with her. You said she writes, right?" "Yup, I did," answered Jerome. Things were just a little fuzzy but not bad. He was usually a wine drinker so this vodka, which was SOOOOO smooth was slightly (hic) more than he was used to. "She's pretty good too. I've read a couple of her books." "Really. I love to read, maybe you could recommend one." "Well, ever read 'Killed by No One'? That's Saundre. She's pretty damn good at those mysteries." Shirley almost caused a scene when she exclaimed very loudly, "SHE'S ELIZABETH LE CLERK! NO WAY!" Then she caught herself and in a much quieter voice said, "no way. Come on Jerry..." "Jerome." "Jerome. There is no way in hell she's Elizabeth Le Clerk. Why the hell is she stripping? That's...no, no way. You're feeding me bullshit and telling me its caviar." "Nope, it's true. Twelve books, 4 of them best sellers but all successful." Then he had the revelation that he was not supposed to tell anyone and his head fell forward. "shit" he muttered. Shirley was beside herself. She KNEW her favorite author, and she had treated her favorite author like crap. She then let her head fall forward and muttered, "shit." "Well, the cat's out of the bag now. I cannot be trusted with a secret. I should quit drinking. I am a loser." Jerome was not pleased with himself. Shirley reassured him that it really wasn't his fault, that she had sort of manipulated him. He didn't feel any better. She decided that she had to make it up to him. "You know something?" Shirley began, "I'm going to do something crazy. Tomorrow, you and I are going right down to that club where Elizabeth LeClerk works and..." "WHAT?!? No, why? What...why on Earth would you suggest that?" Jerome was suddenly very alert. "I don't know for sure. Maybe to ask her why she does it? Maybe because now I'm curious about my favorite author's private life. Maybe because now I'm curious at how she looks naked. I have no frigging clue! It's an impulse thing. Maybe tomorrow I'll change my mind but right now, I say we do it." Shirley was very insistent. "I don't know if that's a good idea. Couldn't there be ethical questions? And seriously, I don't want her knowing you know what only I am supposed to know, you know?" He was alert, but his speech was still a bit off. Shirley was in no mood to argue and simply put her foot down, both really and metaphorically, sadly onto Jerome's instep under the table. He let out a howl which definitely got everyone's attention. The waiter brought the bill and asked that they pay and leave since between the loud talking and now this, they were becoming a bit of a nuisance. Shirley brought Jerome home, got him tucked away and then took his car home. Not only did she manage to provide herself some transportation, but now he couldn't go anywhere until she came to get him in the early afternoon to take him to that club. After a very good night sleep, Shirley woke up feeling spectacular. She showered and put on some nice business casual clothes (not knowing what attire was proper for a lady in a strip club) and called Jerome. He answered and sounded pretty good. "I wasn't that drunk so no, I don't have a hangover." Was what he claimed. Birthday Valentine At noon Shirley showed up at Jerome's condo complex and gave him a call. He came out dressed very casually and took over the driver's seat, it WAS his car, and reluctantly drove off to Le Club du Nude. When they arrived, having driven the five miles in silence, Jerome looked at Shirley and asked, "Are you really sure you want to do this?" "Yes. I may want to leave within five minutes, but I want to do this." "There is no rational reason for this." Jerome reasoned, "I simply don't understand and hope this doesn't blow up on us both." "Oh shut up you fuddy duddy." And Shirley alighted from the car and headed for the door. Jerome followed. Going from the bright sunlight to the darkened room was tough on both of them and it took a few seconds to be able to see again. When they both could, they made their way through the small club. It wasn't grimy or disgusting as Shirley had imagined. In fact, it was a very decent looking little establishment. There was a woman of about 31 who had just made the 'B' team, on stage. Pretty, nice body. Shirley took notice. She looked back on when she was in her early thirties and thought, "I could have pulled that off. My tits were even nicer than hers." They sat at the edge of the main stage and each ordered a glass of wine. Then Shirley countered that and changed her order to vodka, the top Russian vodka they had. Jerome stayed with wine. They both scanned the room checking out the girls making the rounds and offering lap dances. No Saundre. Jerome asked the waitress if Saundre was working today. He was told that she had the next set. She did! Out she came and began her dance to Bob Seger's "Main Street". She took her time, was slow and sexy paying attention only to the song and the dance. She'd shake her tits and then her ass, bending at the waist and flipping her long brown hair around, but never picking up too much speed, keeping a nice rhythm with the song. Of the 8 people at the edge of the stage, three had thrown a buck or two on stage for her. The rest waited until they could actually see something. Shirley leaned over to Jerome and whispered, "Should I have brought money?" Jerome rolled his eyes and said "It would have been a good idea....." then it hit him, "Oh shit, I have nothing either, but there's an ATM in the corner. I'm sure the bartenders will make change. He got $40 in ones from the bar tender in exchange for the money from the ATM and gave half to Shirley. Next song was another Bob Seger's "Katmandu" and now the clothes began to go. Now after the initial tease, Saundre would actually pay attention to the clientele. Once her tits had been freed, she bent low, looking right at the stage, she lowered her body until her knees were below her belly, her tits hanging seductively. She whipped her hair back and looked right into the eyes of Shirley....and screamed. Ah, but the show must go on. She collected her thoughts and awkwardly accepted Shirley's $2 before glancing over and seeing Dr. Finkleman. She held the scream in this time, awkwardly accepted HIS $2 then moved on to the others at the edge. The third and final song was another Bob Seger tune, another slower one, "We've got Tonight" and, though her heart wasn't in the performance, she got through it. Every time she got to Ms. Larch and Dr. Finkleman, she shuddered a bit, which caused her tits to jiggle just a bit more which caused the guy to the doctor's right to give up another Fiver. Ms. Larch and Dr. Finkleman just sat smiling and handing over dollar bills. This was the strangest thing she'd ever encountered and suddenly with only a few seconds left in the song, Saundre decided, "They came for a good show, they GET a good show." And she spread her legs wide in front of Ms. Larch, then quickly changed positions and pulled Shirley into her tits, juggling them against Shirley's cheeks. She kind of expected Ms. Larch to pull back, be repulsed, LEAVE, but none of that happened. The song finished and several seconds later, she released Ms. Larch and left the stage. "Mother....I'm not sure what just happened." Said Shirley, a bit taken aback. She sat dazed for a few seconds staring straight ahead. "You OK?" Asked Jerome, becoming concerned that Ms. Lar....Shirley was having a stroke. "This has changed my life," Shirley finally uttered, still staring blankly straight ahead, even as the next dancer came on stage. "I have come to a crossroads. I am..." she hesitated, the standing and making a formal declaration, "I AM BI-SEXUAL!" The music didn't stop, it was pre-recorded, but everyone in the bar DID! They all turned and stared at Shirley as Jerome, in stunned silence found himself trying to slide under the edge of the stage and under his chair. The dancer saw an opportunity and began to pay special attention to Shirley, but after a few moments realized this was a waste of time. Jerome, out of guilt, tossed six ones on the stage and pulled Shirley back down into a sitting position. "Did you have to announce it like that? Ever hear the word 'discretion'?" Jerome said in a hushed tone leaning into Shirley's ear. Shirley understood but began to grin, a wide 'shit eating' grin and found, she could NOT stop. She looked at Jerome and asked, "Will Elizabeth be out to give me a lap dance? I want a lap dance. What happens in the champagne room? Are women allowed in the champagne room? Where's Elizabeth?" Her last question was a bit loud and the waitress came over to ask that she quiet down. "We love women customers and admire your enthusiasm, but could you please sort of shut the hell up?" asked the waitress. Then she added, looking at Jerome, "Could you maybe keep your mother under control?" "MOTHER?!?!?!?" Shirley shot up and nearly grabbed the waitress by the throat. Only Jerome intervening kept her from committing waitresscide, or server murder or....whatever the hell it was. Jerome was now turning a bright crimson and pulled Shirley back to her seat assuring the waitress he would control her but that she was NOT his mother. Then he saw just how cute the waitress was and began making eyes at her and as he said, "So, what time do you get out of work?" She gave him a very dirty look and said, "I am very close to asking the manager to throw you two out. Calm down, shut up and maybe quit drinking." "We have only had one drink each! I'm only drinking wine!" Jerome plead his case as the waitress walked away saying, "Final warning." Saundre had been standing off to the side watching and laughing. She had never seen either of them in this light before. She caught the waitress who by now was thinking of getting a steak knife and just shanking the two of them, but Saundre's reassuring words calmed her and she said, "If you can control them, and if you're speaking for them, I'll give them some more slack. PLEASE control them." Saundre assured the waitress she would and walked over to where the two anarchists were sitting. "So, you have been warned by Cindy, eh? She's tough. Good thing I spoke on your behalf. Otherwise, she may very well have killed you both and Lucky, the bouncer would have disposed of you nice and clean." Said Saundre only half kidding. Maybe a third. No, she was dead serious. "I have decided after your magnificent performance, I am a bi-sexual woman. I want to feel your tits on my face again. I want to see you close up, dancing on my lap. I want to touch you all over and know the feel of another woman!" stated Shirley with conviction. "Sorry, not into women, but if you really want a lap dance, I'll give you one at discount, since we're friends. Are we friends?" asked Saundre. "We sure as shit are NOW!" replied Shirley. Saundre rolled her eyes and lead Shirley away and into the back. The Champagne Room was a quiet, secluded room where the girls would take clients who wanted a little more than the usual lap dance. In the usual lap dance, touching the girl was strictly forbidden and some guys had been thrown out for violating that code. Some guys had been beaten behind the club for violating the girl. In the Champagne Room, you could touch (within reason) and BE touched (within reason). Guys would go back there expecting some real sex, maybe a blow job, but the most they got was some rubbing through the pants and the chance to squeeze some tits and rub some bums. Much more than that was up to the individual girl and very few actually did perform sex acts. The club owners and managers sort of ignored the 'next step' but outright fucking was VERBOTTEN! A little oral, a little finger blasting, maybe a hand job could be ignored, but that was where the line was drawn. Saundre took Shirley in back and began to dance for her. The song playing was "Here, There, and Everywhere" by The Beatles. (working the "B" team during the day meant MUCH better music than the girls at night had...and they preferred that shit!) Saundre immediately removed her top and rubbed her boobs up and down Shirley's cheeks while sitting on her lap. Instead of cupping them, she held the nipples with her fingers. Shirley just sat, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. This was a new and exciting experience for Shirley and she was loving it more than she could ever have imagined. Saundre's skin was so soft. As she backed off, just a bit, she essentially fed her left tit to Shirley who wrapped her lips around the nipple and began to gently suck on it. Then Saundre pulled back, removing her breast from Shirley's mouth and offered the right breast, which Shirley greedily took into her mouth. The whole time Saundre moved her hips back and forth on Shirley's lap. After a few seconds of this, Saundre stood and put one foot on the arm of the chair Shirley sat in, exposing her labia fully to Shirley's hungry eyes. Shirley was STILL grinning. Saundre reached down and parted her lips for Shirley's inspection and still moved her hips back and forth. Shirley leaned forward just a bit and took in the aroma of Saundre's beautifully coiffed vagina. She had shaved almost all of it, but being from a different era, had left a bit more than they "A" team would have. Just around the lips were bare as a stone. She had left a bit of a stripe on either side of the gash, about an inch from the actual labia majora and about an inch wide. It came up to an intersection above the clitoris making a 2 inch wide and two inch long top, essentially representing a 'wishbone' which is exactly what Saundre called it, 'the wishbone' because guys WISHED they could BONE her. Shirley was mesmerized. She looked up and asked, "Can I touch you?" "Yeah, a little touch, why not," replied Saundre. She was a bit uncomfortable with it, considering their history, but she believed the customer was occasionally right. "ALWAYS RIGHT" was an absurd and idiotic notion that cost people money, dignity and lives. Shirley reached up and very delicately slid her fingertips over Saundre's labia majora. She was still grinning. Though the song was over and technically Saundre was done, all things considered, she went on through the next song, "Angie" by the Rolling Stones. She was actually beginning to truly see this old grouch in a different light. Shirley ran her fingers all around. This was the first time she had ever touched a vagina other than her own and it felt so nice and smelled just a good. She leaned in for a better look and sniff and that's when Saundre turned around and sad back down. She took Shirley's hands and placed them on her tits. Saundre found, much to her dismay, she was starting to get off on this. She was NOT bi, but this was different. This was a woman who had been mean to her, who had 'judged' her, who had given her digs with her words and actions who was now IN TO HER! Saundre was thoroughly enjoying the moment. Meanwhile, Jerome was sitting watching 'Cherr' (the second 'r' was meant to avoid a law suit) and falling in love. Cherr was 31 and had obviously pumped out at least two kids (An OB/GYN doctor could always spot them!) but had made such a full recovery, her body was as good as a 29 year old. She had such a sweet face and the most amazing long auburn hair. Jerome was infatuated. No tattoos, no bizarre piercings, nothing but pure sexuality in what Jerome felt was closer to a true angel than any earthly being. He sat and gazed at her, having to visit the ATM again to take out another 100 dollars. Part of it had to cover Shirley's Champagne Room foray, and part just to keep his seat at the main stage. Fifteen had already gone to Cherr. Cherr was getting the vibe from Jerome. It was usually best, when you got 'the vibe' to either ignore that patron, or, milk it for all it was worth then hide until he eventually got thrown out. Cherr was feeling neither. She looked at Jerome and began to look at him like a cute little puppy, just wanting to love and be loved. She began to look at him as adorable (not handsome or really that good looking...just adorable!) and paid more attention to him than the other patrons who soon began to feel cheated and slighted. Jerome didn't even notice as they left the main stage for the secondary stages. Jerome was falling in love. Back in the Champagne Room, Saundre was finishing up the second song. She had actually had a small orgasm and leaked just a bit on Shirley's pants. Shirley didn't seem to notice at first, but when she did, she squealed with delight declaring she'd never wash these pants again. Saundre turned to Shirley and took her by the hands. She leaned forward and kissed her. Shirley tried to make it a better kiss, but Saundre just slowly pulled back. Then she said, "Look, I am done here in about 3 hours. Why don't we get together for an early dinner. You want to talk and I'm at the point I'll answer your questions, but please know, I'm not into women." Shirley agreed and asked if she could glide her finger between Saundre's lips just one more time. Saundre reluctantly agree. Once it was done, she hurried off and Shirley smelled her fingers and just sat for a few seconds, her head spinning. She was STILL grinning. When she rejoined Jerome and told him about how she and Saundre were going to meet for an early dinner, Jerome said, "That's great. Are you going to stay here or do you want to leave? I have to leave for a bit and then pick someone up at 4." "I'd rather leave and go get my own car," replied Shirley. "Good. Let's go." And they both left, rather in a hurry. When four o'clock rolled around, Shirley and Jerome found themselves sitting in their own cars in the parking lot of Le Club du Nude. They acknowledged one and other but sat quietly in their own cars. Just after 4, the some of the girls of the "B" team started to leave. The "C" team had arrived to relieve them. The "C" team consisted of women, very similar to the "B" team, between 28-35, still quite attractive, and appealing to the over 30 crowd, who were just getting out of work. And these girls did NOT want to work days.) Cherr went straight to Jerome's car and Saundre went to Shirley's car. As she got in, Saundre asked Shirley to keep two things in mind; first, no sex. Second, she could call her Marybeth, NOT Saundre. Shirley agreed and off they went planning to eat them maybe go for an early nightcap elsewhere. Jerome drove Cherr to his favorite Polish restaurant, "Wędlina dom", or The Sausage House. They sat at Jerome's favorite table and ate their fill of the most amazing Polish food in a 100 mile radius. They talked for hours about anything and everything. Jerome had never felt so alive, so full of love and desire. Cherr, or actually, Drusilla was the most amazing women he had ever met. Beautiful, funny, smart as all hell, and youthful. Jerome made up his mind that on their third date he would ask her to marry him, even if she WAS a Catholic. He just had to keep up the will power to wait. Back with Saun....Marybeth and Shirley, they went to a small pub in the neighboring town, at Marybeth's request. It was a nice, though rough place. Nothing fancy, but basic and good. They sat in a booth near the back and ordered beers. Shirley was nearly bursting with excitement. Unable to contain herself, once the beer had arrived, she took a huge gulp, burped loudly and stared straight into Marybeth's eyes and asked, "Are you REALLY Elizabeth LeClerk?" Marybeth sighed, rolled her eyes and took Shirley by the hands. "Yeah. I am. It's my alter, alter ego." "So, with your amazing talent, why are you stripping...don't get me wrong, I LOVED the show you put on. It has changed my life. I think I am in love with you. I want to taste you. I want to stick my fingers in you, my tongue, my face, my..." Marybeth cut her off. "Shirley. Let me start by saying, AGAIN, I'm not into women. I have been 'gay for pay' but that's it. What you got is the extent I'm willing to give. Sorry." Shirley had the look of a hurt puppy on her face, tipping her head down but looking up at Marybeth, who added, "What I do, I do for fun. I'm so sick and tired of women who strip being labeled as losers or women with 'daddy' issues. I do this because it's fun and it makes me some extra money, most of which I get to donate to charity since my book sales are so damn good. I have no issues unless you consider the love of teasing and frankly CONTROLLING men an issue. Then I guess I'm guilty as charged." "So, you weren't raped as a teenager?" "No, and my father was a great guy who frankly isn't thrilled with me stripping, but it did put me through college. I graduated from Vassar, top 10% of my class. I attended law school for two years but got very bored. However, that's where my love of mysteries came about. I may not have graduated, but law school has made me plenty of money!" Shirley just sat for a moment taking this all in. She looked at Marybeth and said, "So, I guess I will never get to make love to you, you, my favorite author and hot business associate." She sighed and added, "I will maintain a proper business relationship with you, IF you promise to autograph all of your books for me." She smiled wryly. "Agreed," and Saundre and Shirley hugged. Shirley tried to nibble Saundre's earlobe but was politely pushed back. More beer was ordered. Jerome on the other hand was doing quite well in the area of mutual attraction. The conversation with Drusilla during dinner had been lively and intelligent. Drusilla had spent 2 years at Yale dropping out only because she found one particular professor a bit TOO interested in HER anatomy. Complaints to the administration had only brought on an investigation into HER after hours activities. She had eventually graduated from City College of New York getting a Bachelors Degree in English. Unable to find too many jobs for an English Major, she kept on stripping making plenty of money to live on and save for an eventual shot at a Masters Degree. Teaching had become her eventual goal. Jerome drove her home to a condominium complex about 2 blocks from his own complex. As they sat in his car, awkwardly saying good night, Drusilla said, "Jerry..." He quickly corrected..."Jerome". "Ok; Jerome, would you like to come in for a night cap?" Jerome was out of the car so fast, Drusilla was startled when he opened her door. They went upstairs to her third floor unit, a spacious 3 bedroom with two and ½ baths, a balcony and attic storage. Jerome was jealous. He was paying the same (almost) for two bedrooms, 1 ½ baths and NO storage. Drusilla brought him in and sat him on the couch. She fixed cocktails for both (Gin and tonics-Jerome didn't like gin, but wasn't going to make ANY waves) and they sat and talked for several minutes. Then Jerome lost his mind. He stood up, put his glass...empty glass, on the table and walked over to Drusilla. He took her by the hands and pulled her to her feet and embraced her. Jerome stared into her eyes and she into his for fifteen seconds (not a long time, but long enough) until Drusilla leaned in and kissed him. Jerome responded and both kissed deeply. Within seconds they were both naked on Drusilla's couch, Jerome's erection continuously being bent in strange ways as they maneuvered to get comfortable, causing him to groan in mild pain now and then. He felt it was worth it, Drusilla didn't even notice. Birthday Valentine Jerome got up and eyed Drusilla lying on the couch, her legs spread her breathing shallow and rapid and said, "I am going to fuck the living shit out of you!" And he thrust his manhood into her. She gasped, then groaned, then yelped and moaned. Jerome was GOOD! He shoved his entire body against her, shoving his manhood deeply into her. He exited her and re-entered her over and over and over and....he came. He felt it approaching, he knew it was imminent and yet, he denied it. Though it was far from a premature ejaculation, it was much sooner than he wanted and Jerome felt he had failed. Drusilla did not feel the same way. She grasped his hand and thrust it between her legs as she continued to kiss him deeply as if tomorrow was not even remotely a possibility. Jerome realized what was happening and began to rub her pussy, inserting his fingers into her cum filled love canal with one hand while holding her close with the other, kissing her deeply and passionately. As he rubbed and kissed her, he could feel her body tense up. Her hips began to buck wildly. He held her even tighter until she pulled her face inches away from his and let out a loud and animalistic groan and growl. Jerome's ears began to throb from the noise but he relished the joy he had given to this magnificent creature. Drusilla continued to buck, rubbing herself into his fingers and palm and Jerome didn't fight her. On the contrary, he worked with her, going with the moment, making his hand one with her pussy until after about 10 minutes (it could have been 5, but no one was actually counting) Drusilla could take no more. She confessed to having anywhere from five to twelve orgasms. She really had no idea at that point. Jerome was quite pleased with himself. The very next day, Jerome and Shirley arrived at the office about the same time. Jerome was glowing as was Shirley. As they entered the office and took off their coats, shaking off the cold and stomping their boots from the snow, Jerome spoke first. "So, how did things go with Saundre?" "You mean Marybeth, right?" responded Shirley. "Things went very well, we had a lovely dinner and a magnificent conversation. I love her books and now I love her too. But I know, I cannot love her physically, and that's OK. ('Damn it,' she muttered) What about you?" "I am in love. Deeply and unequivocally in love," answered Jerome. "She is an unbelievable woman and so sweet, I swear I should visit my dentist this morning." And he floated into his office. The whole rest of the day, each patient reminded him of Drusilla. It made things a bit awkward when he addressed 73 year old Mrs. Parker as Drusilla and while examining her, simply said, "Looks MARVELOUS!"While smiling. It took some good fast talking to get around that. Shirley wasn't overly happy that she couldn't have Marybeth, but she did some soul searching during the quiet times of the day and realized that she was just so lucky to have not only gotten to know her favorite author, but also had that author introduce her to her new life AND see her totally naked and touch her. Shirley was euphoric the entire day. The ups outweighed the downs and Shirley, who had known both throughout her life (as most do) simply decided to embrace the ups. Once the day was over and once Julie and Shannon had left, Shirley lingered, finishing some paperwork, but mainly just waiting for Jerome. He was always the last to leave, "Like the captain of a sinking ship!" he liked to say. As he turned out the lights he noticed Shirley sitting at her desk. "You going home tonight?" he asked. "Of course, but I had to make sure we were alone before I gave you this." Shirley stood, walked over and hugged Jerome tightly. She held him for a few minutes. Finally, not sure what to do, he hugged back and they stood embracing for what, for Jerome seemed like an eternity but in fact was only about 5 minutes. Shirley stepped back and, keeping her hands on his upper arms, looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Boss, last weekend was for me, an awakening. It brought new meaning to my life and gave me a new direction. I NEVER would have guessed that I'd be attracted to a woman and I NEVER expected to meet my favorite author. I think I am one of the happiest women on Earth and from my point of view, it was the BEST belated birthday present ever and the best Birthday slash Valentine's gifts anyone could ever hope for. I love you for that." And Shirley embraced him again. "I'm glad you're so happy. I think my belated birthday gift was Drusilla. Had I not accompanied you to the strip club, I never would have met that magnificent creature. I love you, too, Shirley." And they hugged. Then they kissed, just a peck though. Then they left for the day. Drusilla and Jerome ended up married by June. Drusilla enrolled at the local university and got her Master's Degree in Education. Due to a number of school committee members knowing her 'stage name' she found it a bit tough to get jobs in the local schools and ended up teaching at a middle school 30 miles away. She and Jerome bought a house about half way between her job and his practice. Jerome's practice continued to have great success and he became unofficially the "Doctor to the Strippers". Drusilla got pregnant after 2 years of marriage and gave birth to a baby girl named Shirley-Anne. Shirley met and fell in love with a clerk at the local grocery store that she met through her son. The clerk, a retired plumber also liked strip clubs and both frequently went to watch the dancers together. Many of them got to know Shirley and would greet her when she arrived with Arnold, which was a HUGE turn on for Arnold. Though Arnold was definitely a man, Shirley would, on occasion, with Arnold's blessing, 'bag a babe'. It was a very happy open marriage. Marybeth/Saundra worked at the club for another year and then hung up her g-string devoting full time to writing, though she would occasionally strip at a club two towns over for another year, establishing a college fund for her kids, should she ever have any. She ended up marrying a bouncer who had a master's degree in psychology from Rutgers and worked as a bouncer on the side. They both decided on quitting the strip clubs and moved to Connecticut where they ended up quite well off between his practice and her books, of which she wrote 5 more, one about a OB/GYN Office where the receptionist is a lunatic killer. Shirley considered it her favorite book of all time. Human Translation