0 comments/ 40452 views/ 0 favorites Popular Girls Ch. 1 By: HSWriter It has been said that everything in life begins with an idea, and dies with an opinion. With that in mind, we decided to stick to good ideas. We had met right as we both graduated high school. His name was Matt, and he was my partner. To say the least, I wouldn't have touched him with a fifty foot pole if he had asked me to. We weren't partners in the sexual sense, but business partners, in the most controversial business in the world. Our meeting, whether fate or coincidence, seemed to be the start of a very plentiful relationship. At the time, I had been recently promoted to an assistant manager at the local installment of a large electronics retailer, the largest in the United States, in fact. Matt had been brought in as a full time salesman in the home theater department. "I hate you Neil," was his cocky response to anything resembling criticism. He wasn't my favorite of subordinates, but he became one of my best friends on the outskirts of work. Quickly, we found out just how much we had in common. I had been an early bloomer in high school, attending college as a post secondary option instead of attending my high school. This allowed me to gain college credits while I finished high school. Six months after graduating high school, I received my Bachelor's of Science Degree from Cleveland State University, specializing in psychology. My degree meant nothing. I had no ambition, no career goals, and I was single. All things considered, my life needed some work. Matt was no different from me, with one slight difference. He had been blessed with the 'gift of game'. His talents gave him power over any female with whom he came in contact. Much to my envy, his bed was never empty. A former virgin as of the beginning of high school, he had been with more girls than I had ever talked to in my lifetime. This of course was not a very bad quality; it just never made me look good. The real story begins on a fateful night during the Christmas season, the busiest time of year in retail. The store had done well throughout the day, smashing our daily sales budgets. The late night clean-up had begun and I was making my rounds to the various areas of the store and checking the progress of the staff. I arrived in the home theater department to find Matt and two of his co-workers diligently cleaning their area. "How's it going?" I asked, approaching Matt, the leader of his department. "Not too bad," was his reply, "we've had faster closes, but it seems that we just got hit hard today." "You're telling me," I complied, "I haven't had a chance to sit down all night." I took that opportunity to seat myself on a sturdy shelf near where Matt was cleaning. "So, what are you doing tonight, anything?" "Nothing to speak of," he replied. "Justin said something to me earlier about going out to a club, but I don't know if I have enough energy left." "Well," I said. "Let's go out to ole' Brook park road and see some tits." I began to get up and move on to the next department. "I'll buy you a coke." I chuckled, poking fun at the fact that we were both well below the legal drinking age. That failed to stop us, though, from enjoying ourselves at the local strip clubs. An hour later, with the doors to the store locked, myself, Matt, and Justin walked out to the dark parking lot. Justin was another good friend from work. We had always given him a hard time because he was short, and he always replied with his standard 'fuck you' attitude to the rest of the world. Beyond the fact that he was short, there was nothing more wrong with him physically. He covered his green eyes with glasses, and he kept his dark brown hair well cropped to his head. He was a fairly good looking guy, or so I had been told. Matt, on the other hand, was somewhat of an opposite of Justin. He was tall, though not as tall as me at my towering 6'3" height. He was thinner than all of us. I would even go as far as calling him scrawny. I could never understand what females saw in him as sexy. It could have been his sandy brown hair, which was consistently cut short, or his brown eyes, but that was doubtful. It was most likely his afore mentioned gift of gab. That's gift was what allowed him to excel as a salesman, as well as a player in the game of sexual roulette. We arrived that night at the Green Room on Brook park Road, in the seedier neighborhood of western Cleveland, Ohio. Brook Park road was famous for its all star lineup of strip clubs and bars. The Green Room had become our favorite late night destination. The dancers were younger, cleaner, and more expensive than those at other clubs. The money was not a problem for me; I was still a resident of my mother's home despite the fact that my income had surpassed thirty thousand dollars per year. I had always been looking for a way to alleviate my money shortages, but I had never been able to come up with any good ideas, until the idea was handed to me on a silver platter. "I wonder how much money these girls make every night." Matt commented, admiring a cute blonde dancer with slightly sagging breasts. She had herself wrapped around a metal pole in a quite uncomfortable looking position. Nonetheless, businessmen in pinstriped suits continued to throw green bills in her direction in an attempt to provoke her into revealing more than just what was above her waist. On this night, as was consistent with every other night, they walked away disappointed. I almost felt sorry for them, but I was quickly removed from that state by the thought that all of these men probably had wives and children at home, and here they were pissing away the family nest-egg to pay for some stranger's daughter's college tuition. I found it unbecoming of a good, honest family man. Unfortunately, I had neither a wife, nor was I blessed with children, so I viewed myself with every right to be in the club that night. "I'm not sure," I replied to Matt's question about the dancers. "But I'm sure it pays well, otherwise it wouldn't be worth it." "You are right," he admitted. "Just look at those guys, they would just keep dumping more money onto that stage to see her show her pussy." "I know, it's relatively sad," was my reply. "And to think that these guys could get this kind of show and more, for less, on the internet." "Yeah," Jason agreed from the opposite side of our table. "That's where the real money is, it is all in internet porn." "Wouldn't it be great to open up our own porn website?" Matt suggested. "We could make a hell of a lot more money than we are now." At that moment, I would normally just fluff off such a suggestion from Matt, but at that particular time, the idea struck me as not only being an excellent way of making money, but also a very realistic way of making money. "We should start a website." I implied. "Yeah, you are right." Matt agreed. "But it wouldn't work; it would be too damn hard." Jason and I nodded in compliance. And that was the end of it… ***** The next morning I went to work as I always did, going in early in the hope that I might leave early. Leaving early was usually not an option, but I could always hope. The morning and early afternoon had gone by smoothly. With it being a Monday, business was slow and it allowed me to catch up on some of my paperwork. I had seen no sign of either Matt or Justin all day as the evening began to roll in. I had been granted permission to leave early and I was anxious to take advantage of the chance, which only came around once every blue moon. As I was exiting the building, I was spotted by Matt, who had just arrived for his shift. I greeted him with a firm handshake. "What's up man?" was the standard greeting that he received from me. "Nothing much, Neil." He replied. "I just got here from school. My web authoring class ran a little long today." "Don't worry about it," I assured him. "Your education has to come first. Just make sure you sell a good amount of shit tonight to make up for it." "Alright man, I think I can handle that," he assured me. "So, are you gone for the day?" "Yeah, I get to leave a little early today." "Good for you." He said. "Hey, give me a call later. I have something that I want to talk to you about." "Alright Matt, I'll do that." I complied. "I'll see you later." "Have a good one." He disappeared into the building as I turned to the parking lot area to retrieve my car. ***** Instead of returning home to my condo that night, I decided to visit the Green Room. As with every night, I entered, passing Joe, the bouncer, at the door. I paid him no mind as he refused entry to a couple of hot shot sixteen year olds. I tried to remember back to see if there was any time in my life which I had become so desperate as to try to get into one of these clubs while being under aged. I failed to remember anything of the sort. I guess it was due to the fact that I always had the internet. I entered to find the club relatively empty on a weeknight. I would have no trouble getting some attention from any of the young dancers. That was the only reason I would ever go to the club alone, for a lap dance. I took my seat toward the middle of the club, halfway between the stage and the door. At that moment, whether it was fate or coincidence, my favorite dancer appeared on stage. She called herself Abby, the schoolgirl. She was tall, about 5'6", I'd say. She probably weighed no more than 100 lbs, soaking wet. A petite, young brunette with a beautiful body, she had a pair of the firmest young breasts that the earth had ever known, as well as a firm, round ass which never failed to bring my cock to attention. Her ass lead to her long, slender legs, firm and toned. She had the aura of being someone who took very good care of her body. I watched her intently as she made her way through her usual routine. She would come out in a little schoolgirl's uniform, dressed sexily in a short, plaid skirt, and accented by white, knee high stockings. Above the sexy, short skirt was her beautiful white blouse, hardly covering her black, lacy bra. Along with her long black hair carefully drawn back into a pony-tail, this created the long enduring image of an innocent, yet sexy school girl. Every man had this fantasy during his life, and cute, young Abby was taking advantage of it to capitalize. I had, myself, donated hundreds of dollars to her personal funds through the months that I had been attending the club. When she was finished dancing, and the men finished drooling, she left the stage and went to the back room to redress and go out to work the floor. I sat there, thinking about her as another dancer, who was less attractive and a little clumsier, took the stage. No more than ten minutes later, Abby appeared at the door adjacent to the stage. She exited the door and had begun to work the crowd. She stopped quickly at every table towards the front to tease the men with her talents before working her way to the middle of the club, to me. When I came into view, she noticed me and gave me a sweet smile. This was customary, but my situation with her was much different, I was her number one customer, therefore I knew that she was truly happy to see me when I was there. "Hey there, Neil," Her voice was angelic as she greeted me. "Here for the usual?" "Of course," I replied. We kept our business professional in the open forum of the club, but as she led me to the back rooms, I knew things weren't as others would think. I followed her into the back area, past Bill, the second bouncer. I gave him a quick nod as we walked by; he nodded back, acknowledging that we knew each other. We walked passed the open booths, which were reserved for all lap dances and new customers, quickly glancing at all of the business men in suits, with young dancers rubbing themselves against them in many different positions. I paid little attention to the other men's girls, while they noticed the girl whose hand was pulling me further into the back. We arrived at the very back of the small room, and entered another room. This was the private booth area which I knew so well. In reality, it was a long hallway with about ten more rooms connected to it, when dancers would take their favorite clients and give them a top notch show, and sometimes more. I followed Abby into the last room on the left, the usual setting for our encounters. As we entered, I noticed that she already had a bottle of champagne and two glasses on a small table in the corner of the room. Besides the table and a large couch, there was no more to the room than recently painted walls and a thick carpeted floor. I took my place on the couch, watching as Abby walked toward me seductively. She mounted me, like someone would if they were sitting on a chair turned the wrong way, and planted a deep passionate kiss on me. I bathed my lips in her sweet taste and explored her open mouth with my tongue as collectively, our breathing increased. She broke our kiss before I spoke. "Hey Jess, how is it going?" I asked her, still breathing heavily. I had called her by her true name, Jessica, rather than her stage name. "Hey honey," she replied, her eyes burning with lust as she stared into mine. "Happy anniversary." "And a happy anniversary to you as well, my love," I replied. I kissed her deeply again, first playing a game of the tongues, then moving away with sweet, small kisses down her neck and upper chest. I kissed my way down to her white blouse, which was being held on by a single button. Quickly removing the lone button with my teeth, I turned to give attention to her wonderful breasts. I had always loved how her nipples stuck out of her breasts at least a quarter of an inch when hard. At that moment, they were as erect as they had ever been. I began to take them into my mouth, one by one, hearing her moan as I would pull away, gently sucking and licking. When I felt that I had given her enough pleasure, I sat back and looked into her glazed over blue eyes. Jessica was the love of my life. I had never known anyone more beautiful, more intelligent, and more sensual then her. I also had never known anyone to love me more than she had. We fit together well, and I was comfortable with the fact that she was a dancer; it helped pay the large bills we had accumulated to buy our very large condo. She glared at me and smiled sweetly. "I love you," She affirmed. "I love you more," I said, bringing another, even sweeter, smile to her beautiful face. "So, are you going to be able to make it out early tonight?" Her cheerful demeanor dropped a little, indicated her upcoming answer. "Mickie wants me to work late tonight. He said we are coming up a little short this week and he needs his 'best girls' to work a little overtime. He told me he would pay me double time if I did it." Mickie was her short, fat, rather Italian, pig of a boss who would wear more gold on his person than your average rapper. I disliked his entire existence. I shook my head in disappointment, not replying with anything. "Come on now, baby," she defended her boss. "You know I love you, and you know I would do anything that I could for you, but this is something that I have to do. And you know that." "I know," I replied with a trailing sound of disappointment and a sigh. "It's just that it is our two year anniversary, and I want you to be at home, with me tonight. Not here." She then gave me a look which was half frown, half smile. "Now, don't be like that. You know that I won't let you get out of here without giving you your present." My interest, as well as my cock, perked up a little bit. "Oh really," I questioned. "What is my present?" "This," was all she said as she slipped off of me and onto her knees on the floor. She took her time in slowly undoing my belt and unzipping my khaki pants. She proceeded to pull my pants down, below my knees, after which she removed my cock from the inside of my navy blue boxer shorts. It was already about grown to its full seven inches as she wrapped her sweet lips around it. Her tongue felt flaming hot against the underside of my cock as she took me in slowly, an inch at a time. Her mouth was heaven as I let my head fall back, enjoying this rare occasion. She took all of my throbbing cock into her mouth, gently sucking me as her left hand kneaded my balls. I could feel my seed as it rose from my balls up into my cock. I let out a gasp as my cock exploded into her mouth. I saw her close her beautiful eyes as she swallowed every drop of my cum. All I could do was lay back and rest as my cock went limp. Every sexual act that I participated in with her was a beautiful thing. Everything about her was beautiful. As she pulled away from my cock, she opened her beautiful blue eyes and glanced up at me. I smiled. She pulled herself back up and walked over to the small table in the other corner of the room as I retained my pants. She returned with two glasses of champagne and we toasted to our relationship. I held her there for almost an hour, holding her close to my body, enjoying her heat. "Happy anniversary," she said, giving me one more, soft kiss. ***** Later that night, as I awaited Jessica's return home from the club, I decided to give Matt a friendly phone call, at his request. "Hello." "Matt, it's me." I replied cordially. "What's up dude?" "You tell me." I answered, "What is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" "You remember the other night, when we were at the Green Room." "Yeah man, I remember." I replied. "What about it?" "Well, I was in my web authoring class and it got me to thinking," he explained. "I think we could run a porn site." "What?" I asked in complete disbelief of what he had just said. "Yeah, yeah, we really could. Listen, you have the excellent business skills, and the hot ass stripper girlfriend and I have the design skills and the ability to get chicks to do my bidding." "You've got to be kidding." "I kid you not. I really think that we could do it. We would just need to register a domain name and find a couple of models, and work out a couple of details, and we would be able to pull in some serious money." "No fucking way," I retorted again. "Dude, listen. If we make enough money, we would never have to work again. That means Jessica would never have to strip again, and you wouldn't have to share her like you always fucking complain about." It was beginning to sink in to me as a decent idea. "Well…" "Well nothing," he stopped me. "We are going to do it, and we are going to make a fucking shit load of money. Justin is in, are you?" I thought about it for a quick moment. Matt had a very valid point; there was a lot of money to be made, and it wouldn't be that difficult. With some reluctance, I gave in; "Okay, count me in." "Excellent..." Popular Girls Ch. 2 The early morning sun was bright as it pierced the window of my bedroom. Jessica's body felt warm as she rested her beautiful head against my chest. She looked so serine as she slept, her beautiful black hair falling down to her thin shoulders. I softly moved my hand over her arm, which rested along my abdomen. Her skin was silky soft, her face was angelic. I was constantly in awe of her beauty. It had never really bothered me that she was a dancer; she brought home quite a lot of money, and I knew that she was very faithful to me, but the thought of being able to never have her dance again was something that appealed to me. I loved her more than anything in the world, and I knew that she felt the same, and I wanted nothing more than to be able to live the rest of my life comfortably with her. Jessica and I had met in high school, in about the tenth grade. She was the most beautiful girl in school who no one noticed. She had moved to our town from South Carolina that year and by chance her family had purchased a house only a few doors down from where I lived with my mother and my younger brother. We became friends quickly; I was her ride to school because I had a car, and she was my date when I wanted to go to a school dance. Through our high school years we never dated in the technical sense, but we were together as much as was possible at the time. In our senior year, on my eighteenth birthday, Jessica gave me a present above all others, her virginity. That night will live on forever as one of the greatest of my life. I knew then, as I always have, that she was the one, the only. She had taken the job at the Green Room only a few months after we had graduated high school in the hope that it would boost her acting career. For almost three years, she had been dancing in that club, taking the money of horny men who ogled her goods. When I graduated college and was promoted into my current position, we decided to move out of our parents' homes and get a condo; what began as a warm friendship had become a fiery, passionate love affair. And since that time, our love had grown to the distant reaches of the universe, so to speak. ***** The events of the night before were still somewhat blurry to me, with Matt calling me so late, and with me falling asleep before Jessica came home; I tried to sort things out as I lay there, next to the love of my life. Matt's interest in starting a website had spurred my thoughts into a whirlwind of 'What if's. I knew that we could probably pull it off, but what if we didn't? This would cost a lot of time and money to do, and I wasn't sure if I had the time, money, or patience to go through with it. I knew that I would have to discuss it with Jessica. I attempted to put it into the back of my mind and fall back asleep, but that turned out to be a failure. I looked up at my alarm clock, which read ten o'clock. I was due in to work at one, and I would have to let Matt know if I was really in or not. Anxiety was beginning to tear me apart. I didn't know if I wanted to do this or not. At that opportune time, Jessica began to stir. I looked down at her as she opened her eyes, smiling up at me. "Good morning." I said to her with a smile. "Good morning, love." She replied sweetly as she stretched her arms out. She then moved her body up to my level, kissing my passionately. She tasted of something divine, just as she appeared. "I love you," she said, breaking our embrace. "I love you, too," I replied. I kissed her again, giving her a small token of my affection in the form of a caress. When she broke away again, she flipped onto her back to stretch again, still trying to awaken the rest of her body. "So, darling, what time do you have to work today?" She asked. "I have to be in at one, but I don't want to go," I answered. "I just want to lay here all day with you." She smiled warmly again, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "I know me too." I yawned, "Do you work tonight?" "No," she replied. 'I told Mickie that I wanted the rest of the week off, and he said yes." What a surprise. "Really, it's only Tuesday." "I know," she giggled. "But I really want to have some time to myself and some time with you." "That's excellent," I said, kissing her forehead. "I am going to go in and tell David that I am never coming back again." "Oh don't do that, he knows you would be lying." I laughed, she knew too much about me. "Ok, ok, but I will ask to have Friday off, that will give us all day Thursday and Friday to ourselves." "It's a date," She joked. "Okay then," I played along. Her face was remarkably perfect as we lay there, talking as we always did. "There is something I wanted to talk to you about before I left, though." "What's that, sweetie?" "Well, Matt, Justin, and I were talking the other night at the club, and we were talking about starting our own website," I explained. "Really," she said without expression. "Yeah," I continued, trying to figure out how I was going to tell her. "We were kicking around some money making ideas and we were thinking that there was a lot of money out there, and most of it was going into the internet." She nodded her head, "That's true; but what kind of website were you thinking about making." "Well," I swallowed hard. "Probably an erotic website." Her face remained blank as my heart dropped down into my lower region and my testicles shot up into my throat. I was scared to death of the ramifications that this conversation could cause. "Well," she said finally. "That's a pretty good idea." I died right there. "Hmm… say that again," I stated in shock. "I said I think that would be a good idea," she clarified. "So you aren't mad?" I questioned. "No," she laughed. "I think it is a good idea, and I hope we make a lot of money with it." I did a quick double take. "Wait a minute. What do you mean 'we'?" I asked. "You didn't think that you would be able to leave me out of this, did you?" She states. "Well, no, I guess not," I replied. "Good, then you're saying that I can model for the site…" she was beginning to put words into my mouth. I had to catch myself before falling off of the bed. "Well… yeah, sure. I guess so," I agreed. "Are you sure about that?" She inquired, her demeanor turning a little seductive. I felt her hand as it slowly caressed my left leg, moving toward my now awake member. "Well…" I stammered as her hand grasped my limp cock. "I mean, I want you to be sure that I am website material," she said with a seductive grin. "Well," I began to play along, "I guess I am going to have to test the merchandise before I make my final…" Her hand began to stroke my ever growing cock, her other hand massaging my balls gently. It was over for me, she was in total control, and I was her property. I reached out, placing my hand at the back of her neck, bringing her in for a passionate kiss. As we kissed, my hands began to slowly slide down the straps of her night gown, freeing her beautiful breasts from their silk prison. Her nipples were hard to the touch as I fondled them between my nimble fingers. I broke our kiss so that I could give her wonderful, quarter sized nipples the attention they truly deserved. I brought her sweet skin to my lips and savored every moment of licking her sweet breasts. Her chest began to heave as her breathing became deeper. Softly moaning and enjoying my talents, she continued to massage my now engorged cock, paying attention to my very sensitive balls. As my mouth worked its magic on my lover's breasts, my hands worked their way over her firm abdomen, down to her wonderfully trimmed bush. I ran my fingers through the very small patch of hair which accented her wonderful pussy. She was wet to the touch as I sent shockwaves through her body, my finger coming in direct contact with her engorged clit. She caught her breath as I took her clit between my index finger and my thumb, gently applying pressure. "Oh god," she cried softly into my ear before licking my lobe. "Don't ever stop that." I wasn't about to disobey her, especially with the magic that her hands were making with my stiff cock. I gently continued to stroke her clit while inserting my ring finger into her sweet cunt. She gasped with pleasure, applying more pressure to my cock. I couldn't let another moment go by without claiming the ultimate prize… To Jessica's displeasure, I removed my fingers from her pussy and pulled her hands from my cock. With one look, I told her what I wanted. I lay back on my back as she methodically began to mount me as if I were her noble steed. She placed my throbbing cock at the entrance of her sweet pussy, teasing me for a second before she began to lower herself. I placed my hands on her sweet breasts as I felt the warmth of heaven engulf my cock. The tightness was familiar, but exceptional nonetheless as she began to ride me slowly. She leaned forward, our eyes meeting, hers burning with inexplicably passion as my cock sank deep into her sweet cunt. The fire in her deep blue eyes was almost more than I could handle as her sweet lips met mine. "Mmmm…." She moaned into my mouth as I felt her pussy convulse, her juices flow, and her body cry out as she came with a wonderful fury. Her pussy squeezed my cock wildly as I sucked her tongue into my mouth. I could hold back no longer, the throes of her powerful orgasm caused my cock to explode deep within her, my seed blasting deep into her delicious cunt. Her mouth never left mine as her orgasm peeked, her juices running down between my legs as my cum pumped deep into her womb. I felt as if I would black out from the immense pleasure that I was feeling at the height of my own orgasm… the clouds seemed serine as I passed them by on my way up. She broke our kiss one last time as she leaned back, smiling sweetly in the wake of a powerful sexual experience. Her smile then turned to one of warmth and genuine love as she slid off of me, lying down at my side. I rejoiced in the love that I felt for her as she went back to resting her head on my chest. Life was good, and I was hoping that it would get better. ***** Later that day, after convincing Jessica to go along with the website, I went to work to see what, exactly Matt had in mind. "So, here is the theme," he explained eagerly over lunch at a local restaurant. "We call it Popular Girls dot com. The theme is every girl that is popular in the world. That includes stuff like cheerleaders, school girls, nurses, lesbians, you know, shit like that." I was impressed with the thought he had already put into this. "That sounds good," I assured him. "I think it could work. With your web authoring knowledge and my business skills, we could make this happen." We ate some more, letting the thought of what we were going to do sink in before I broke the silence. "So, I talked to Jessica about the website this morning." "Oh really," Matt smirked. "What did she say about it?" "Well," I hesitated. "She wants to be a part of it." "Really," he said, astounded. "Yeah, she wants to model for us." Matt damn near fell out of his chair; "Shit, dude. That is fucking sweet." I began to nod, trying to calm him down. "This is great." "Yeah, it is," I affirmed. "We now have our first model." Matt grinned from ear to ear as he corrected me on that, "Check that, we now have our second model." "What?" I questioned. "Who?" "Well," he smiled. "Let's just say I know this girl…"