7 comments/ 18911 views/ 14 favorites The New Hire Ch. 01 By: 1SharkDiver Notes: This is a work of Fiction, No Characters are representative of any real person(s) living or dead, and any similarities between the characters to any real person is entirely coincidental. ALL Characters are Consenting Adults of Legal Age. Although there is explicit sex, voyeurism, and exhibitionism in the story, it does not take place right away. I understand if you only want the sex, that this may not be the story for you. But I hope that you will stick around long enough for it to get there, after a bit of build-up I think you will find it worth the wait. Thank you for reading and please comment / vote. If you like this story, you can find my other submissions by searching under the name SHARKY_R. This is a new account for me, but it is not my first time submitting to Literotica. ***** The New Hire - Chapter 1 - Introduction I had been advertising for an Executive Assistant in the local paper and online for several weeks, without any success or even anyone worthy of consideration... unless it was consideration for inclusion in a story called "What NOT to Do on Your Next Job Interview". [Author's Note: Maybe I will write that one next.] Mondays were usually pretty heavy response days, having several dozen resumes on the fax machine and my e-mail inbox, that had come in over the weekend. And this particular Monday was no different. Melissa brought me coffee and a stack of fresh applicants to go over, as if I didn't have "real" work that needed to be done instead of screening new hires. Melissa (one 'l' & two 's'es as she had told me the first time we met) was my current EA, and I really hated to be losing her, in fact I had seriously considered begging her to stay. Logically however, I knew that I had no right to hold her back. Melissa had been with me for over 5 years, since the summer before her senior year at the local university. I'd originally hired her only as a temp-job over the summer, helping me go through nearly 2 decades of work - old style work, the kind done with negatives and typewriters, then word-processors, but still always with the negatives. I am a dinosaur you see, even though I live in the age of cell-phones and digital cameras, I stubbornly hung on to my ancient 'technology' for long past it's intended life-span. I started out in 'photo-journalism' when I was still in high school, writing and shooting for the school paper and the yearbook. Then after graduation, I had joined the Air Force serving as a Arial Photographer for 6 years. After completing my initial and advanced training at Lackland AFB in Texas, I spent two years in Italy, two more in Korea, and my final 18 months in Hawaii... After all that when I got out of the service, I had a terminal case of wanderlust and although there is no known cure, I was able to control my disease by getting a job as a photographer's assistant with a well known weekly News Magazine (back when people still bought magazines on news stands, instead of downloading them). It didn't pay very much, but I didn't care - I got to travel to all corners of the globe, and I could deduct my camera gear (my other obsession) from my taxes. After 15 years with no home and more frequent flyer miles and hotel reward points than most people would earn in 5 lifetimes, I had finally reached the point in my career that I could pick and choose which assignments I wanted, and I had saved up enough money to buy a house - even though I would be lucky to sleep in my own bed one week a month, at least I finally HAD a bed to call my own. I could work from just about anywhere by that point, because I had finally been dragged kicking & screaming into the realm of digital photography, and given up my 35 millimeter and dark-room processing equipment as an offering to the same high school where I'd gotten my start. Around that time I also lost my Grandmother who had raised me for as long as I can remember, and though she was not rich by any stretch of the word, I did receive a pretty substantial inheritance due to a life insurance policy that she had purchased before I was even born. I used most of the money to buy a condo in Ft. Lauderdale, and had enough left over to make another little 'donation' to my former high school - endowing a college scholarship in my grandmother's name to be given to "Outstanding Senior" on the school's Newspaper or Yearbook staff. Grandma had always wanted me to goto college and get my degree, but it had not worked out that way for me. This was just my way of acknowledging her wishes. Which brings me back to Melissa, she was the first winner of the scholarship nearly a decade ago. She had gone on to get her degree in English with a concentration in Creative Writing, and when I was in need of a 'temporary assistant' to help me scan 2 decades of stories and photos into digital files, she signed on and made enough to cover her last two semesters so that she graduated with no debt. She had also impressed me enough with her talents that I offered her a full-time job after graduation. Obviously, I had somehow managed to work for 20 years without an assistant, but over the last 5 years I have nearly forgotten how I ever go along without her, and now she was leaving. Not only was she my Executive Assistant and Editor in Chief, but also my Bookkeeper, Travel Agent and SuperGirl all wrapped up in one. Even though I had no family of my own left, I had come to look upon her as a daughter or niece. Only now she was leaving, well in less than a month when her baby is due, and I am running out of time to hire her replacement - if I want Melissa to be around to train her anyway. I have told you about her many talents and abilities first, because she earned her job and kept it by working hard to please a hard man to please. I am not an "easy" boss to work for, at least not for the first few years she worked for me. Several times I was nearly too demanding & thought she might quit, but she always managed to find a way to meet even the toughest challenges. Like I said both smart and talented, but now I'd like to tell you about her 'other' assets: Melissa is a stone cold fox! A 12 on a scale of 1-10... she was not always that way, being a late bloomer, a bit of a bookish nerd when I first met her as a high school senior. By the time I saw her again 4 years later, she had certainly come out of her shell. She was not ugly before, but she had learned that just a touch of makeup, some new clothes, and a few extra minutes in the morning was all she needed to transform herself into a goddess who could have any man eating out of her hand. Including Me. I knew I could never have her of course, being nearly twice her age. Maybe thats why I'd made her work so hard in the beginning to prove that she had earned the job by more than just her looks. We had never physically crossed the line between Employer & Employee, but we had certainly skated on the edge of it many times. She can and does banter like a drunken sailor, at least when there is no one else around to hear it, and she has always dressed professionally and yet somehow also provocatively at the same time. Sometimes when she needed to bend down to get something from one of the lower drawers of the filing cabinet, she would hold the pose long enough that she could be sure she had my attention, then stand up and act like nothing had happened. Other times when she knew that nobody would be coming by the office (which was also my home when I was in town) she would 'forget' to wear a bra, then 'accidently' let her nipple slip into view while she poured me another cup of coffee or sat across from me at my desk, taking notes. But that is as far as it ever went, just enough innocent teasing on her part that she could deny it ever happened, or at least had not happened deliberately - even though we both knew differently. The other reason that we had never gone past mild flirtation, is that she had met a handsome and successful young doctor - surgeon actually - about a year after coming to work for me full time. Dave was a really great guy too, not full of himself like most people think (maybe rightly so) doctors, especially surgeons tend to be. When he was not working, he was really down to earth, the kind of guy that you could grab a beer with, or play a round of golf, or both. It was really hard NOT to like the guy, even though he had won the heart of 'my little girl' (I told you she was like the daughter I never had). They had dated for two years while he completed his surgical residency, then after it was through, he had asked her to marry him. Obviously she had said yes, and even I had to admit that they made a very nice couple. I gave them two wedding presents, and Melissa had given me a couple of 'gifts' as well. Mel asked me to photograph their wedding, which I'd agreed to do on the condition that they could not pay me for my services. That was their first present from me, the second was paying for their honeymoon at an island resort on Roatan. I knew that David was going to be very successful, but I also knew that he had student loans and they both had car payments, and soon would be buying a house together as well. So I sprang for the trip and an extra week of paid vacation for Melissa... which was actually not as expensive as it sounds. I'd done an article on the 'incredible' SCUBA-diving at the resort a few years back, and the husband and wife who owned the place had been so busy after it came out that they had to hire on extra help, so when I called to make the reservation they offered me the best suite in the house, and a discounted rate as well. [Travel writers are expected to be objective, so it is generally frowned upon in the industry to accept comps in exchange for a good write-up... however, in this case my original article had been a genuinely positive review, without any expectation of quid-pro-quo on their part. Since I had not asked for any special treatment either then or now, I had no ethical qualms about accepting the offer, because I knew my original work & thus my journalistic integrity was not tainted.] Somehow I made due for the two weeks that they were gone, probably because I was also traveling at the same time – on assignment 'shooting' Kodiak Bears in Alaska – and so could not get myself into trouble back at the office. As we were all leaving on the same day, from the same airport, I also sprung for a limo to take us there, since usually Melissa dropped me off at the airport whenever I flew to save me from paying for parking while I was away. Whenever that happened I told her to take the rest of the day off after she dropped me off, so she didn't mind. In the limo, the happy couple had given me the first of my "gifts", a new smart-phone to replace my 5 year old 'dumb-phone' as Melissa had taken to calling my old flip-phone. Of course I tried to tell them that they didn't need to get me anything, but since they both insisted I'd accepted, what choice did I have really? And even though I hated to admit it, I knew deep down that I really did need a new phone. I was able to extract a promise from Mel, that when she returned to work, her first task was teaching me how to use the damn thing. Since at the time, I barely even knew what a 'Phone App' was, let alone how to go about downloading one to my new phone. She just smiled her thousand watt smile, and they both rolled their eyes at me. I had no idea at the time that Melissa was planning on giving me another 'gift' when they got back from their honeymoon. That was probably for the best, because if I'd known what it was, I'd never have been able to focus [Sorry, no pun intended] on my assignment. When one is hundreds of miles away from the nearest doctor, surrounded by bears the size of a VolksWagon Bus, the last thing that you'd ever want to be is distracted. It can dramatically shorten the life expectancy. Melissa returned to work 3 days before I got back from Alaska, and by the time she picked me up from the airport (no limo this time just back to the normal routine) the office was running perfectly and it was like she'd never left at all. When we got back to the office, I surprised her with another (almost full) day off. My flight having landed at 10:00am Florida Time, after leaving Anchorage at 6:00 the previous night, and catching a red-eye from Seattle to Miami... You can probably understand why I was not really interested in doing much of anything besides laying out by the pool & certainly not working. Before she left Melissa told me she had something she wanted to talk about, so I sat down at my desk and instead of my usual coffee, she brought me a Scotch on the rocks even though it was still not yet noon, I wasn't complaining. She sat down in the chair on the opposite side of my desk and crossed her legs (those long, lovely, luscious legs, barely concealed by a skirt that was even shorter than the ones she usually wears). I had noticed her skirt in the car on the way back from the airport, but since I was sitting next to her, I could not see anything above the hem. At least not without causing a major accident, and opening myself up for a major lawsuit. Now was different however, as I could look straight up under her skirt and see that she was not wearing anything underneath. "Do you like what you see, Boss?" she asked me. I tried to play dumb, but it was pretty obvious that I'd been caught. Equally obviously though, she was not doing anything to obstruct the view either, so I looked again and said "The view is great from here." "Good, because that is what I want to talk to you about actually." "Oh?" was all I could manage to say. "Well first I wanted to thank you for such a wonderful trip, David & I both enjoyed it, and I know he appreciates it as much as I do..." Without waiting for a response, she continued "We spent a lot of time in the bungalow, naturally. But I also got to spend a couple of days working on my tan when David took a SCUBA course, Only the Captain & I were on the boat while the others were in the water, and he didn't seem to mind that I wanted to get tanned – all over." I raised my eyebrows at that last comment, but said nothing as she kept on with her story. "In addition to working on my tan however, I learned something about myself as well... You see I've never done anything like that before, but walking around the boat nude, I discovered that I kind of like being on display for others to see. The first time, only the Captain saw me naked. The other 2 times that it happened, I did not bother to get dressed when the divers and the mate got back on the boat. In fact I didn't cover up until we were almost back to the dock. The last day we were there, the other wives all stayed on the boat with me while the men dove, and the Captain sure wasn't complaining, neither were the guys when they got back on board. I can't believe I'm telling you this part, but just by knowing you are looking at me right now, I'm dripping wet... I hope I don't ruin your chair" she smiled an impish grin. "Well that is certainly an interesting story Melissa." "I'm not done yet, that is actually what I wanted to talk to you about... you see I've worked hard to get and keep myself in shape, and as the years go by, I want to remember – and I want David to have something to remember me by... What I'm getting at is; I'd like you to take some 'private' pictures of me that I can give him, and maybe keep a few for myself. I'm not going to be 25 forever, you know?" Now I was truly flabbergasted, I mean I was pretty much used to the teasing and flirting in the office, knowing it would never amount to anything more. But if I understood her request, and I'm pretty certain I did, she wanted to pose for me (well for her husband anyway) in the nude, or very close to it. When I'd shot her wedding, I had 'snuck in' to the room where the bride and bridesmaids were getting dressed, for a few risque pictures, but they were tame even by Victoria's Secret standards. Definitely not any nudes, just some candid 'before' shots. "Seems you have thought this all out, but I need to ask if you think this will affect our working relationship in any way, because I can suggest another photographer if you would prefer to be photographed by someone you will never see again, rather than some old guy that you have to work with everyday." "Stop it!" she demanded "I'd never do this for anyone but my husband, and I'd NEVER pose for anyone else but you! Besides, you are not that old." She winked at me again, and we both knew she wouldn't need to try very hard to convince me. "Ok, but I had to ask... When did you want to do them then? Maybe this weekend if you are not busy – I think I'm free, but I'll have to check with my Assistant to make sure there is nothing on my schedule." Now I was teasing her just a little. "No I can't this weekend, David & I are meeting with a realtor to look at houses... I was kind of hoping that you might not be too tired to take them now – and I already checked with your Assistant 'she' says that your calendar is clear until 9:00am tomorrow." "Well aren't we just an eager beaver?" "The way you have been looking at me, you should know already that I haven't got a 'Beaver' – Shaved it all off this morning, just for this." I proceeded to get my camera and lighting set-up, while trying not to stare too hard as she proceeded to get naked. She peeled her clothes off like they were burning her skin, I'd say she couldn't wait to be naked, and I could not wait to see her as God intended her to be seen when he created this magnificent work of living art. She did not bother to cover herself while she checked her make-up and hair. Whatever it was that had brought this part of her personality out, it seemed she was determined never to let it go back inside her. Most professional photographers consider themselves lucky to capture a 'perfect' image maybe one out of 10, or even one out of 20 shots. When I'd first started out on my career in photojournalism, I would shoot anywhere from 20-50 rolls of film a day, and that usually produced maybe a couple of dozen shots that I could submit to the magazine. Of those the editors would commonly only use between 5-10 shots in the final print version. But on this shoot, it was like lightning striking the same spot 50 times in a row... We shot for a little over 2 hours, and I'd say at least half of the images were worthy of consideration for Melissa's private little portfolio. After the shoot, I connected my camera to my workstation, and began uploading the .RAW files for review. Melissa excused herself for a few minutes to freshen up and, I assumed, get dressed again. (Yes, I know what I get when I assume.) When she came out of the bathroom, she was still just as naked as the day she was born. She walked straight over to me and sat directly in my lap so that she could see what I was working on as well. Naturally, she could not help but rub up against me, and her body was definitely having the desired effect on mine. Even though I tried not to, I became as hard as I'd ever been in my life, as she wiggled her perfect ass on my leg trying to get herself comfortable. "Oh you poor man," she said in a mock horror "Did I do that to you?" Knowing full well that she had... "Here you have been so nice to me, helping me with my problem – I guess its my turn to help you with yours." Before I could say anything, she was on her knees in front of me undoing my belt and opening my jeans. I did not even try to stop her... I may be dumb, but I'm not dead yet! She fished my little trooper out of my pants, and sucked it into her ruby red lips like it was to be her last meal on earth. Over the years I've had lots (maybe even hundreds) of blow-jobs, but none of those girls had anything on this one. She was both gentle and firm, knowing just where to lick to keep me on edge without letting me cum. Every time that I thought I could not hold out any longer, she would back off or change her technique just enough to keep me from exploding. 'Amazing' is an often over used word, but in this case its the only word to describe what she was doing to me – simply amazing! The New Hire Ch. 01 After what seemed like half a year, but was probably only half an hour of the most incredible oral sex I could ever even dream of, she finally finished me off with a mind-blowing orgasm that seemed to last as long as the blow-job itself. Rope after rope of my seed exploded into her mouth, and she just kept taking it, swallowing every drop except the last one, which she let slip out of her lips and roll down her chin as my cock finally shrank to its usual size. I was literally speechless and all she said was "Wow, if I'd known you tasted this good, I wouldn't have waited so long." That was over a year and a half ago and it was just the first of many times that she had swallowed everything I'd had to offer her. Whenever I was not on the road, and she knew we were not having visitors to the office, she would strip down and work in the nude, or maybe just in her panties. We still managed to keep things mostly professional (aside from her exhibitionism) and always got our work done, before she would offer to 'take care of me'. I returned the favor as well tasting her delicious treats as often as possible, but we never actually fucked – that she saved for her husband alone. I knew that they were trying for a baby, and so I never pushed the issue and bedsides, I didn't want to do anything that would make her ever want to stop sucking my cock. When she finally did become pregnant, I found out even before her husband. I was just back from a trip to the Galapagos Islands, when she took a phone call from her doctor's office with the results... She had been sitting naked on my lap again when she got the news – not that I'm complaining. When she hung up the phone, she kissed me, which despite everything else we had done together, was something of a rare occasion. I guess kissing, like traditional sex, was something she wanted to keep for her marriage. As soon as she broke the kiss, she called David at his office and left a message with his nurse to have him call her as soon as he was available. Then she turned around in my lap looking at me, with her perfect 36C breasts right in my face and said "I guess I should tell you, I have good news and bad news... David wants me to quit working when the baby comes... and since I'm officially pregnant now I'm finally going to fuck the ever-loving hell out of you – but this is the only time that will ever happen, so you better make me cum!" ––- That was a little over 6 months ago, but I had waited a few months to even start looking for her replacement, hoping that she might decide not to quit, or maybe just being in denial over losing her... which brings me back to where I started, my very pregnant, very naked, Executive Assistant bringing in my coffee and a stack of fresh resumes for me to look over, while she sat in my lap wiggling her ass against my ever hardened soldier. As together we were reading over the newest crop of lies sent in by people who hoped to land a job as Melissa's replacement – not that anyone could ever hope to truly replace her. [To Be Continued] The New Hire Ch. 02 © 2015 – ALL Rights Reserved Notes: This is a work of Fiction, No Characters are representative of any real person(s) living or dead, and any similarities between the characters to any real person is entirely coincidental. ALL Characters are Consenting Adults of Legal Age. This is the second part of a multi-part story, while I would like to think that it could stand on its own, I do suggest reading part 1 first as it was originally intended. You can find my previous submissions by searching Authors under the name 'Sharky_R' Thank you for reading & please vote. ***** Melissa, my Executive Assistant, sat naked in my lap as I looked over the latest batch of candidates for her replacement. Even though she was more than 7 months pregnant, she was neither fat nor heavy. Although her belly was obviously bulging with child, and her breasts laden with milk, the rest of her body was just as it had always been – perfect! I do not know what she weighed before she got pregnant, but I'd guess she had barely put on 20 pounds since she told me the news. She is an exhibitionist, and has been running around the office naked ever since she had returned from her honeymoon and asked me to take some nude pictures as a special gift to her new husband. I am a photojournalist by trade, and usually do not do studio or modeling work, but there was no way I was going to refuse her request. She had worked for me for several years before she got married, and used to tease me with the way she dressed for work, but until that day I'd never seen more than a flash of her breast or fleeting glimpse of her panties. After that day, she only wore clothes on her way to and from work. As soon as she got to the 'office', which is also my home, she would go into the guest bathroom and strip then start her workday. (I rarely ever had guests, so during work hours that was her private sanctuary & I used the one in my bedroom.) Melissa's husband is fully aware of her exhibitionism, and probably even encourages it, but I don't think he knows that she and I have also gone beyond 'just looking' on quite a few occasions. I have never asked her for anything of a sexual nature, but neither am I about to turn her down when she has offered herself to me. You see I am nearly 50 years old – almost twice her age – but I'm not dead yet! Together we have been going over applications for several weeks now but are not having much luck, and time is running out. After her baby is born she is going to stay home and work on writing her own book. One of her main duties with me is proof-reading and editing my work... So naturally that will be something for her replacement to do as well, but therein lies the problem, most of the applicants so far can barely spell their own names correctly! (At least I assume they are actually spelling their names correctly, but judging by the resumes that they have submitted, there is not much basis to support that assumption.) I am leaving on assignment in three days and will be gone for nearly 3 weeks, so I really need to hire someone before I leave, otherwise I'll probably be on my own when I get back. If I really got in a bind, I'm sure Melissa would probably agree to come in and help on a part-time basis, but I really don't want to ask her to do that. I had just finished rejecting the latest candidate who's resume was actually written with pen & ink. I assume this was done to draw attention or to separate this resume from the crowd, and it might have worked, if the writer had bothered to use ANY punctuation at all. [Yes, I am aware that I have a tendency towards overuse of commas, leading to run-on sentances, however not using any commas, in my opinion, is much worse.] "Here is one I think you might be interested in Boss." Melissa said handing me another resume just as I threw the last one in the trash. "What makes this one any different than any of the previous dozens of rejects?" I asked. "Read it for yourself, and try not to be so damn cynical all the time you old fart!" As I read it, my already hard cock grew even harder. Partially because I had a beautiful, naked, pregnant, goddess sitting in my lap grinding against my jeans (and what lay beneath), and partially because under the heading 'Work Experience', this one said that she was currently working as an 'Entertainer' at one of the more upscale Gentleman's Clubs in South Florida. One that I had in fact visited more than a few times when I was bored and lonely. Her name was Miranda Luna, but I knew that wouldnt tell me anything, as most dancers in those clubs use a stage name when they are working. She had been working at the club for the past 3 years, while simultaneously attending the University of Miami, where she majored in International Business and had graduated with honors... "Damn," I thought, "she could be perfect, but why would she want to work here?" "Why wouldn't she want to work here?" Melissa asked. "Oops, did I say that out loud?" "Yes you did, and I already told you to stop being so negative. Now if you don't stop, I'm going to put all my clothes back on and walk out the door!" "Ok, you win! Get her on the phone & see if she can come in today or tomorrow for an interview." She just smiled at me, having 'won' again, then she slid her naked ass off my lap and onto the floor "That might have to wait a bit, seems there is something else I need to handle first." as she opened my fly and fished out my cock for her morning feeding. After she finished swallowing all I had to offer, she tucked me back in and went to make the call. "She is working this afternoon, but will be in at 10:00am tomorrow, and I'm leaving for the day. I have to go show my hot little cunt off to someone else, someone who will appreciate it!" "Who!" I demanded indignantly, though I already knew the answer. "Dr. Miller, that hunky Gynocologist I've been seeing on the side, and his sexy little nurse Vanessa. Oh my, I'm getting wet just thinking about his fingers inside me. Maybe you better clean me up before I go... but you need to make it quick, can't keep the Doctor waiting." So I traded places with her, and proceded to eat her plump little pussy until she squirted her nectar all over my chair, and my face. Then she left for her appointment, and I switched the phone over to voice-mail. It was only noon, but I really didn't have anything that couldn't wait on my desk, and even though I had just eaten a fine 'meal' of delicious Pink Snapper, I was still hungry... Coincidentally, the Gentleman's Club where Ms. Miranda Luna worked offered a free lunch buffett during the week, and I am not one to turn down a free lunch. ––- The club was not very busy when I got there, just 5 or 6 customers, the doorman, a DJ, and the bartender. I guessed that the dancers were all in the back still getting ready, because there was nobody on stage as of yet. So I took a seat at the end of the bar nearest to the door, and ordered a Rum & Coke from the pretty girl with blue-green eyes who said her name was Cassandra, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't. "What time does the show start?" I asked when she returned with my drink. "Not too long, 5 or 10 minutes maybe. Why are you in a hurry?" She replied. "No, not at all. Just curious." "What is you name, handsome?" "I'm Sharky" "Well Sharky, I hope you don't bite too hard." She smiled "But I do like a man who knows how to use his teeth." "Just hard enough so you won't ever forget me" I said. Cassandra walked away for a few minutes to take care of the other guys at the bar, then wait on the ones sitting at a table by the stage, while I sat there nursing my drink. A few minutes later a guy named Steve who I knew to be the manager came out of the back room and walked over to me. "Hey there Sharky, Long time-No see, Where have you been hiding?" "Here and there, mostly there I guess – Looks like you have hired a few new people, I didn't recognize the doorman or the bartender, although I've just met Cassandra." "That's Dave at the door, come on over and I'll introduce you." "Thanks, but he's not really my type, if you know what I mean." I laughed. "That may be true, but it never hurts to know the guy who's throwing you out the door – Maybe he will go easy on you, but I can't promise anything though." He waived Dave over to the bar since there was nobody at the door, and made the introductions. "Sharky used to be a regular here Dave, but I suspect he has been hanging out at one or more of our competitors lately... So make sure he has a good time, I need to run out for a while but I'll be back, until then you know the drill." Then he turned to me and said "If you are still here when I get back, I'll buy you a drink – If not, next time I see you, you can buy me one!" "Sounds good my friend." I replied as he turned to walk out the door. Just then, the DJ anounced the first dancer making her way to the stage - 'Emerald Jade', who I had definitely met before. She's an Oriental beauty who is probably only about 5'5" tall without her high-heels, and maybe weighs 110# soaking wet, but what she lacks in size she definitely makes up for in pure sexual energy. I was definitely going to have to get one of her 'private dances' after she got done with her set... Even though I knew she was not the 'one' I was really there to see. Jade (as I called her) opened her set to Gretchen Wilson's cover of the Bob Seger classic 'Her Strut' as she dropped her dress and strutted her stuff in just a bra, panties and garter set. She followed it up with an actual Bob Seger song 'Betty Lou is Getting Out Tonight' where she dropped her bra and let her lovely 32Bs cast their spell on the crowd. I know that sounds small, especially for an exotic dancer, but believe me on her tiny frame they were absolutely perfect! She finished her set and lost her tiny little panties to Fiona Apple's 'Criminal'. That last song got me off my bar stool and up to the stage, where I tipped her a Twenty and asked her to come find me after her set. She seemed both surprised and happy to see me, & told me she would be over after she got dressed. "You don't need to get dressed on my account." I said. She just laughed and went back to shaking her sweet little ass. Back at the bar I had a fresh drink waiting for me without even asking. As Emerald Jade made her way down from the stage, Skye, a dancer who I had the pleasure of meeting only once before, came up to perform her routine. She was a cute little Emo-Girl with pink highlights in her hair and a full-sleve arm tattoo. She wore a Sailor Moon outfit which hid the rest of her tattoos from view – at least until her dress hit the floor. Skye was definitely a cutie, naturally as she worked here, quite simply all the girls who I'd ever seen in this club were A#1, Top Shelf, USDA Prime... But that being said, she was not really my 'type' (Not like I'd kick her outta bed for eating cookies or anything). So I was happy to see Jade coming out of the dressing room and sauntering over towards me. "Damn Sharky, its been ages. I was starting to think you forgot about me". She said with a teasing pout that could melt a polar bear's heart. "I have to save my strength, and my money, to come in here. If I came every day, you girls would probably give me an anurism. On the other hand, there are a lot worse ways for a dirty old man to die." "Well I was hoping you were going to take me back to the VIP Room for an hour or so, but I don't want to kill you or anything like that... The cops would probably make me answer questions all day & I'd never make any money." She played along. That's the other thing I liked about this club, in addition to being drop dead gorgeous, the girls were smart, sassy, and sarcastic as well. "Well we can't have that now can we? How about we start with just half an hour and see if my heart can take the excitement." "It's not just your heart that is going to be 'excited'" she replied, and thats all I had to hear. I downed my drink and paid the bartender $100 for access to the VIP Room, then took her arm in mine and headed for the private rooms. Even though there were only a few other guys in the club, they all noticed us and I'm sure they wished they were me. Once inside our private booth, Jade explained my 'options'; three songs - topless $75.00, 3 songs - fully nude for $125.00, or 45 minutes – fully nude for $250.00 "of course tipping is always optional and appreciated" she added with a smile that would charm the horns off the devil... All of which I knew, of course, but I let her tell me anyway. Then I chose the 45 minutes, handing her $300. I was not surpriused she did not offer me any change, and didn't ask for any either. She began by taking off her dress, and sitting in my lap with just her panties on (naturally, she was not wearing a bra). "Let's wait until the next song starts." she said, as she cuddled up in my lap. When the next song (Love in an Elevator by Aerosmith) started, she began grinding her delectable little body against mine and bouncing her ass up and down on my rapidly growing cock, well through my jeans anyway. About half way through the song, she took her panties off, and tucked them in my pocket. That would not have been possible, except that she had already opened my fly and zipper, which gave her pleant of room to slip her hand into my pocket first, then down the front of my pants. I usually do not wear underwear, and today was no exception, so she had free access to wrap her hand around my cock. I am neither hung like a horse nor a mouse, about 7" long and maybe 3 & 1/2 around – pretty much average I guess, but in her tiny hands my endowment looked like the Washington Monument. She slid her naked body down to her knees as she fished out my little trooper, then took me fully into her mouth. As she did this, she did some kind of gymnastic move, where she began by standing up, then without letting me out of her mouth, she kicked her legs up over the back of her head and against the wall next to my own, leaving her tight little cunt right next to my face. Except for a thin landing strip, more of an exclamation-point really, she was waxed completely smooth. I could already see a drop of her internal juices forming on her outer lips, and leaned in to gently taste the life-giving nectar of this Oriental Goddess of Pleasure. As she was now completely upside-down, and I was completely hard, my cock went straight down (up?) her throat, and she took it all in. She also began grinding her tasty pussy harder into my face , and I did not complain. I ate her sweet delta fruit for all it was worth, as she continued to deep throat my offering to her. I know it sounds cliche, but I was just about to explode, when I felt her thighs tighten around my head and squeeze me like a python. We both released at nearly the same moment, she began leaking uncontrolably, me shooting my gift to her deep into her belly. In case you think that was the end of it, think again... when her feet hit the floor again, they did not sttay there very long. She crawled back up into my lap, straddled me, then lowered herself directly down onto my waiting hard-on. For the rest of my 'time' in the VIP Room, she rode me like a Mexican Donkey. Bouncing up and down, side to side, back and forth, until me both came again in a sweaty ball of lust. I'm sure not every guy gets that kind of treatment in a strip club, but then again most guys don't know how to treat a lady either. I never asked for her to give me the most spectacular blow-job in the history of man, or fucked me like a possessed demon, she did that on her own. On the other hand, if I had been like most guys and treated her like a dirty little whore, I'm sure she would have still done her job and given me a lap-dance. But the two mind-numbingly good orgasms would never have happened either. The 'trick' if there ever was one, is to let the girl take control... it really is just that simple. She is there to do a job, and unless you are a total fucking asshole about it, in most cases she is going to do it well. But you need to let her lead, not push her into something she is unable or unwilling to do, and most importantly, you need to understand that she is NOT your wife, or your girlfriend, and she is NOT a hooker either. The last thing you need to understand is that this would probably never happen to someone who's never been to the club before, even though it had been a while since I'd been in. I'm somewhat of a regular & I have spent many hundreds of dollars on many, many dancers... That kind of familiarity tends to breed trust, or at least inspire enough confidence in the girl, that you are neither a total psycho perv, nor an undercover officer looking to make a few 'points' with the politicos. So if you ever happen to meet my lovely little pearl of the Orient, Ms. Emerald Jade, by all means tell her I recommended her to you, just don't think you are going to get the 'Full Monty' – at least not until she gets to know you a little bit. ––- After such a beautiful 'lap-dance', you might think I'd have just up and left, but I really didn't have anywhere else to go, and who want's to sit home alone when you could spend the time surrounded by beautiful naked women. So I took one of the booths set back from the stage and settled in for the afternoon. By then the 'lunch-crowd' was in full effect, but they never stay very long, maybe an hour usually, and there is quite a bit of turnover. Those guys mostly want to sit right next to the stage, so I let them... not for them, but for the girls – since they will not be there long, it goes to reason that the girls want to get as much of their money as possible while they are. As for me, I prefer sitting back away from the stage, because usually whichever dancer just got through with her set, or is waiting to be the next on display, sometimes both of them even, will come and sit with me for a few minutes. Like I said, they know me and they know I'm happy to buy them a drink (or 3) while they take a smoke-break. That's the other reason I like to spend my time here, rather than a regular bar or restaurant... In Florida, like most places now-a-day, there is no smoking indoors. This being a 'Private Club' however, you are allowed to smoke. I gave up cigarettes years ago, and have managed to stay 'quit', but I still enjoy a good cigar now and then – and they have a humidor behind the bar that is stocked with Fine Cubans. Actually, they all have labels saying 'Made in Honduras' or the Dominican Republic, but those are just labels. There is no mistaking a true Cuban Cigar, no matter what the label says. So I enjoyed my cigar, the girls smoked their cigarettes, and the bartender kept us swimming all afternoon. Like I said, better than sitting home alone all afternoon. Jade introduced me to the 'new' girls, that is anyone who started working there since the last time I'd been in, and they were all happy to give me an occasional table-dance, or just hang out and talk to someone 'normal' for a change. It sure didn't hurt that Jade had recommended me to them, so they knew that I was 'OK'. Usually, new girls get stuck on the day shift until they have proven themselves to be ready for the night crowd. Some others (like Jade) preferred to work days for whatever reason, maybe they have a kid or whatever, but it just works for them – even if the money is better on the night shift. In addition to Jade, I already knew another girl named Skye Blu (I talked about her before), but the others I'd never met before today... There was Staci (with an i), Sherry (like the drink) who looked like they could be sisters but weren't, and Cherie (Sha-ree) a beautiful black girl with natural 42DDs, and finally there was Esmeralda who was a stunning Brazilian girl that could have easily been on the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition (I know because I have actually worked on that one a couple of times before I started freelancing). The New Hire Ch. 02 Over the course of the afternoon I got to know each of them – well as much as you can ever really 'know' a girl who is using a fake name and working in a strip-joint anyway. Like I said, with Jade's blessing and a discrete nod from the doorman/bouncer, I guess they trusted me enough to open up and tell me things they might not otherwise tell to just any customer. Although I had already had probably the finest lap-dance in the history of mankind, each of the other girls tried to get me to go back to the VIP Room with them as well. Not like I was not being generous (or maybe even overly generous) with my tips, both while they were on stage and when they were sitting at my booth as well, but they were still there to do a job and I understood their attempts to do so. However, the only one who actually succeeded in getting me back there again was Esmeralda, the Brazilian girl. Esmeralda just had 'it', whatever 'it' is. Again I'm not trying to say that the other girls were not beautiful and charming, and was also not trying to make them jealous or angry either, but as hot as they were (& they definitely were!) Esmeralda just had a little something extra that made me want her. She is about 5'9" (6 feet in her heels), perfectly proportioned top and bottom, dark hair that hung down to just above her delicious ass, a perfect natural tan, and the most enticing and mesmerizing green eyes. She was almost like Medusa (but 10,000 times more beautiful & without the snakes), just one look from her and any man would instantly fall under her spell for eternity. We went in the back, after I gave the bartender another hundred for the house, and were in the same room that I'd shared with Jade earlier. After her explanation of my options, which of course I already knew) I again chose the 45min 'Special', and settled up with her. She tucked the money away and then proceeded to drop her luminous wrap to the floor. Her breasts were not overly large, but they levitated magically. Tear-drops, with pointy little pencil erasers for nipples, just begging to be suckled. Her waist flared out to a delicious apple-bottom, concealed only by the tiniest of thongs, through which it was obvious that she had the full Brazilian treatment that her country had made famous (and ubiquitous). She turned around as she pealed down the dental-floss that ran up the crack of that glorious ass, then turned around and presented herself in all her glory for my inspection. I know that you probably want to hear that she sucked and fucked my brains out through my cock, but that is simply not what happened. As I said before, the 'special' treatment that I'd gotten from Emerald Jade earlier is just not something that happens everyday in a strip-club. I'm not complaining mind you, just telling it like it is. Esmeralda was spectacular, she danced and grinded, and slid all over me, and she let me nibble on her titties and clit as well, but she also made it clear that she had never fucked a client either at work or after, and she wasn't going to start now, even though she knew that I was not one to get her either fired or arrested. That was fine with me, I certainly got my money's worth, even without the 'extras'. After the last trip to the VIP room, I was pretty much spent and decided to call it a day. I had the doorman Dave call me a cab, because although I was not 'Drunk', it was rush-hour in South Florida, and I had certainly had too much to drink to deal with that mass insanity. Knowing my car would be safe where it was until the next day made me feel better, and it gave the club the chance to get me back in again sooner rather than later (even though I knew I could not afford to live like this everyday – at least not for very long). End of Chapter 2 To be continued...