0 comments/ 51383 views/ 15 favorites The Body Lounge By: Bazzz Lis Rheume uttered an explicative under her breath when she reached under the bar counter and found no clean beer glasses. It was crowded and she didn't have time to chase after Kwame just because he couldn't keep up. She was about to head to the kitchen when she saw the short muscular black kid working his way through the crowd with three plastic glass racks stacked on top of each other. She couldn't help smiling at the twenty year old as he lurched behind the bar his biceps straining under the weight of all the glass. It was impossible for a twenty year old ball of hormones to stay focused with so many naked female bodies dancing around." "Thanks for showing up Kwame!" Lis bellowed over the music. "I know! I know! I'm trying to keep up!" He yelled back. Lis chortled as she helped him unload a few glasses onto the shelf and then grabbed a couple and began pouring a draft. "Don't tell me. It's these guys I'd worry about." Kwame looked up at two black men, one of whom was built like a tank. "Sorry guys! My bad!" They were actually more interested in Lis' athletic body dressed only in a leather vest and tight jeans but they decided to play along. For a very long second the two faces remained etched in horrible glares. The bigger man's face broke into a grin first. "Just keep those glasses coming! I'm thirsty!" "Yes sir!" Kwame answered in a very believable intimidated tone. Both men were laughing as they swigged their beers. The large man shouted after the barback. "My brother!" Lis liked the bar for that very reason. Despite the high probability of violence there actually was very little in this strip joint dominated by black men. It was an average gentlemen's club, yet larger than the previous club she worked at where she had learned to bartend. That was a strip joint that was populated by whites and there were fights almost every night, some of them brutal and violent. One of the strippers had told her it was simply too much testosterone aimed in the wrong direction. In any event it didn't seem like a place for Lis to do any kind of research. Still here she was working at a strip bar trying to wean a story out of her experience. She had no real idea where she was going with her subject matter. At first it was going to be an expose on the seedy underbelly of the gentlemen's club business. When she found that many of the people at The Body Lounge were actually very nice she scrapped that angle and decided to work on the business of a strip joint itself. She had approached her mentors at the newspaper about looking at the strip joint business from a more sterile side of things, as a small business, how it was run and how it differed or was similar to any other business in this medium sized city. They agreed thinking that it might be a good story but they warned Lis that in doing her work she would have to keep her hands clean. Despite the warnings Lis Rheume knew full well that she would be living on the wild side. She decided that she needed to work undercover in the industry. As it turned out this was the easiest part of the mission. Lis was drop dead gorgeous and while she would refuse to be a dancer there was nothing wrong with a girl that was capable of being a headliner dancer at just about any major gentlemen's club being a bartender. It certainly wasn't going to hurt business. Sure, at first glance someone would have thought that studying a bar for a news story would have been considered a complete waste of time but the adult industry had become an enormous industry worthy of further exploration and Lis planned on reporting in an honest and upfront way. Her bosses had received the first bits of work with a certain gleeful enthusiasm. They felt that their young writer was onto something interesting. So with as much effort as it took to walk into the bar wearing a short skirt and tight blouse the young blonde had landed a bartending job at The Body Lounge three nights a week. Unfortunately the owners of these types of businesses weren't exactly open to outsiders looking into their inner workings so Lis had to be subtle. This second job bartending had worked out well. She was quickly learning how the business worked and even the manager was impressed enough with her abilities and was allowing her more and more access to the management side of the bar. Lis had worked very briefly at another establishment but found it much less inviting than the situation at The Body Lounge. It was early on a Friday night and Lis was feeling the crowd as it grew. It would be mobbed by 9pm and she would be hustling drinks at an incredible pace by then. The bar and the dance floor combined to make up one unusual apparatus at The Body Lounge. It was a huge oval that took up a good portion of the main room of the club. The oval was just over waist high for a 5"-8" woman in heels such as Lis. Meanwhile the middle of the elevated dance floor had been carved out and a bar big enough for two bartenders to easily move around was placed. Lis was able to get to the patrons who sat on the outside of the oval via a few walkways that went from the bar area out to the outer part of the oval like spokes on a misshapen wheel. It was actually an ingenious design. Although Lis found it a bit disconnecting when a naked dancer would literally step over her and she would look up to a close up view of female genitals as she was delivering a drink to a customer. After two months Lis had gotten used to the naked bodies gyrating above her. Besides she had gotten to know the regular dancers and got along with all of them. She considered it much the same as hanging in the locker room after one of her soccer games in college. She had been a very good player and locker room etiquette was much the same at The Body Lounge as it was amongst her fellow college athletes. At the moment Amy, Lynne and Tanya were on stage spread out in different sections so that the growing crowd could get the maximum exposure to female flesh. Tanya was part Korean but born in America. She was built like Lis. She had a fitness model's body and great legs. She was at one end of the oval squatting in front of a patron who had just tipped her so that he could get an inches away look at her genitals. Lynne was at the opposite end moving to the rhythm of the music. One thing that The Body Lounge demanded was that all the dancers actually danced and they had to look great doing it. It was what separated it from the other strip joints. Lynne most definitely had no problem with that. She was 5'-9" with long brown hair, a beautiful face, a willowy small breasted body and outstanding legs. Meanwhile Amy was a drop dead gorgeous blonde whose 5'-5" body spoke for itself. A former top flight gymnast with an athletic build, she along with another dancer, Carey, were the most popular girls at the club, in fact they drove the black men crazy. Lis would occasionally check out the interaction between the white women and the African American customers. She was intrigued with the contrast in colors, in cultures. While Lis was no racist or bigot she had once been told that everyone carries prejudices with them and she believed it. Yet after watching the way the customers treated the dancers and her she had to be even more accepting. The black customers were almost to a man, gentlemen. Lis mentally noted these interactions between the men and the dancers. There was more than just cash and glimpses at nakedness going on. The women at her previous bartending job used the customers as veritable cash registers coaxing money out of them to fund lives often filled with alcohol or drugs or boyfriends that basically abused them. This gentlemen's club was different. It would be wrong to say that it was all gumdrops and jelly beans at The Body Lounge. There was the occasional scuffle and some of the women were users but the overwhelming experience at the club was a very positive one. Most of the women seemed to be very much into their jobs and the men they performed for. In fact Lis found it a bit unusual and mused about wanting to write a thesis in sociology from her experiences. She was busy pouring drinks when the deep voice of the club DJ bellowed out the arrival of a new set of dancers. Carey, Jill and Andrea were the other shift on Friday nights. With long brown hair, a tall lithe but athletic body with nice round tits and a gorgeous face Jill could have been Lynne's little sister. Andrea was sexy and blonde with short hair and deep brown eyes and a great ass. Meanwhile as mentioned Carey was the queen of the bar. She was the tallest of the six dancers with short brown hair. Although she was in her mid to late thirties she had a body that was as tight as any twenty year old dancer and she had long muscular legs to boot. The three waited for the other girls to climb down from the stage to the bar area. Then they got on stage and began to appease the crowd with their shapely bodies. Lis was quickly becoming used to watching three scantily clad girls climb onto the stage to dance while the three going off duty mingled with the crowd and ultimately into the back rooms for private dances. Lis didn't know what the dancers had to do to earn their twenty dollars, no one ever told her but she was sure that it was no bargain. Lynne had corralled a tall muscular black man with a shaved head. Although the bar area was pretty dark the large man wore wrap around shades. Tanya had found an older man with a very dark complexion while Amy was holding off several customers and organizing them so that as many as possible could be given some private time with the well built blonde before she was due back on stage. It wasn't unusual for black men to overpay to get to the front of Amy's line. While it had been crowded early as the night wore on the patrons thinned out. Still Lis would make almost three hundred dollars in tips for the night and that's how things went at The Body Lounge during the summer, an early crowd that wet their whistle at The Body Lounge and then off to one of the local night clubs to try their luck with women that didn't charge for a dance. Lis' pay came from her own tips which despite being one of the sexiest women in the club didn't amount to much, relatively speaking. The men saved their money for the booze and the naked women. So in order to help spread things around more fairly the house had the dancers contribute a smaller portion of their tips to the two bartenders. Tonight Lis was splitting the share with Helga. The platinum blonde was in her early sixties and she was in charge of scheduling the dancers as well as filling in as a bartender once in a while. Legend had it that years ago she had been a headlining dancer. Lis found the large breasted woman with the soft voice and slight European accent attractive enough to have pulled it off. And although she thought Helga was nice Lis kept her at arms' length. Rumor had it that Helga was an aggressive lesbian who had taken advantage of dancers when they were at a weak moment and that just wasn't Lis' cup of tea. It was almost 3am before Lis and Helga had cleaned the bar and cashed out the two cash registers. Lis grabbed the dirty dishrags and brought them downstairs to a small room where a washer and dryer were located. She threw the towels in with a couple of other white items and turned on the machine. The bar dirtied quite a few towels during a busy day and night and the bartenders were responsible for keeping things clean. While the club used a commercial service for some of its laundry the machines were handy for some towels and the like, plus the girls were able to do their laundry there. After pouring in some detergent and bleach Lis hurried over to the girls' locker room. She found the women mostly dressed in their street clothes at this point. "Hey girl what time are you gonna hit it tomorrow?" Tanya called out when she noticed Lis at the doorway. "One o'clock or so." The well built blonde replied referring to the time she's show up at the local gym for a workout." "Me too." Amy chimed in. You know you girls are going to end up looking like Arnold Schwarznegger if you don't watch out." Carey added with a smile. "Make that Corey Everson." Lis struck a pose flexing her well toned arms while referring to the female bodybuilder. "That's my girl." Tanya smiled approvingly. "Have to admit it does look good on you." Carey said as she walked by Lis wearing a pair of faded Levis and a loose fitting V-neck sweater her voice and look so full of sexual energy it always intimidated Lis and most anyone else. As it turned out all the women worked out, yet Carey, Lynne and Andrea, the oldest women were the least religious about lifting weights and more into stretching such as yoga. Meanwhile Jill, Amy, Tonya and Lis were veritable gym rats. Tanya and Lis were especially hardcore spending about an hour a day with the free weights. The results were obvious. Both women were very toned with legs that were legend with the black men around town. Tanya's calves were works of art in high heels while the men at the club would be craning their necks every which way in order to get a look at Lis' legs when she was behind the bar wearing a short skirt. Lis spent a couple of hours at the computer before going to the gym. At this early stage of the game she was more or less keeping a journal of her experiences for her work. Within the experiences she would note what she had learned with regards to how the gentlemen's club was being run and how it differed or was similar to a mainstream business. The main thrust of her story was going to be the evolution of the adult industry into the mainstream economy. Still The Body Lounge was a unique operation. One that made money on gorgeous women and liquor to get male testosterone to reach a boiling point and then almost as much money on bouncers, cameras and other forms of security to keep that same testosterone from destroying the place, attacking the women or tearing each other apart. It was an extraordinary way to make money and it so intrigued Lis Rheume. Yet the most unique thing about The Body Lounge was that for the life of her she couldn't figure out who owned it. After the gym Lis went out for a quick bite to eat with Jill and Tanya. Then she went back to her apartment to hang out for an hour and then change for work. She had had a great workout and was feeling sexy. She shimmied into a faded jean mini skirt, a black halter style top that looked like a cross between a corset and a tuxedo vest and black stiletto heel boots. She looked like one of the dancers which was basically the point. If she was going to compete with the dancers for tips she had to look good. Lis had to be at the club by 5:30pm and behind the bar by 6pm. This day she got in about a half hour early. She wanted to talk to a couple of employees about their roles at the club and hopefully get a clue or two on who the owner of the club was. She gave the two afternoon bartenders a quick wave and then headed downstairs to the club's finished basement which held various rooms including the laundry room and the large ladies locker room. The other rooms included the club's administration offices, a small office for Helga, a men's locker room and another more lavish room for headliner strippers, which was nicknamed the showstopper room, when they were in town. Lis walked into the ladies locker room and put her bag into her locker. She heard it first as she was twisting the key in the lock that closed her locker. There was a knocking noise coming from one of the next rooms. She walked out of the locker room and turned towards the men's and showstopper locker rooms. As soon as she got out of the room she knew that it was two people making the noise. There was a grunt and then after a few seconds a woman sighing. Lis decided to tip toe quietly first past one locker room and then to the men's room where it turned out the noise was coming from. Lis walked in slowly and turned the corner and opened the door to the dressing room. It took everything in her to keep from letting out a gasp. The black man had her by the hips and she was bent over the built in table at the center of the room. They were facing away from her but Lis could tell it was a regular customer, Roy, from his broad powerful shoulders and the gray afro. Although he was almost completely covering her body Lis knew he was with Amy from the perfectly sculpted legs spread out on either side of him. As Lis saw it the large black man was alternating between fucking the blonde haired beauty hard, fucking her inhumanly hard and grinding himself into her vagina in an exaggerated circular motion. It looked incredibly violent. She had never experienced such aggressive sex herself. By her grunts and moans Lis could tell that the stripper was thoroughly enjoying Roy's technique. Lis was shocked having walked in on the scene. The Body Lounge was all about watching naked women, hopefully touching one or better yet having a beautiful woman touch you but the actual act of sex was supposed to be an illusion. Put simply, the customers didn't get to fuck the dancers because if they did all sorts of chaos could erupt. An obsession with a stripper could get sticky if not downright dangerous. Most importantly once a guy got to fucking a stripper he often felt that tipping her was no longer needed so while a girl could count on some steady dick she also risked dropping into a lower tax bracket, a mortal sin for a stripper. So while Lis watched Amy wrap her legs back around the black man anchoring herself to his rutting body Lis wondered why such a gorgeous woman would be allowing a man twice her age to stick it to her like this. She was also intrigued by the unique mingling of the races. Roy was a dark skinned African and Amy was as blonde and as Anglo Saxon as a girl could get and her tight body was 100% American. Lis had worked at this black bar for over a month and had watched dark skinned men socializing with the white dancers every night yet it had been her only exposure to any kind of interracial mingling and now she was witnessing the ultimate sexual act between races, an actual penetration. Lis was enthralled with what she was seeing. She watched her friend Amy desperately grab at the table in an attempt to maintain control as the older black man banged his hips against her ass with a ferociousness that amazed Lis. Suddenly Roy bent down over the gorgeous white woman and put her arms around her so that he was squeezing her breasts and then arched his back bringing Amy up with him. Lis wasn't so innocent that she was unaware of a man on the verge of a powerful orgasm. Lis crept out of the room and back up the stairs to the bar. She was still early so Lis was able to talk to Jacques the large bouncer whose signature was the extravagant dreadlocks that hung down to the small of his back. He wasn't high up on the hierarchy at the club but Lis was leaving no stone unturned when it came to the factors that made this club so successful. As always Lis kept her questions conversational, never forcing anything so that the person she was gleaning information from them and she never forgot the most important question, who owned the club? Yet no one knew beyond the acronym A.M.I.S., Inc. Neither Lis or anyone she had ever talked to about it could figure out what it stood for. Saturdays were a crowded night at The Body Lounge just not as crowded as a Friday. This Saturday was different. Black men packed the bar to ogle the white women as the gyrated their naked bodies in front of them. There were a couple of smaller bachelor parties celebrating in the bar but not with enough men to make a big difference in attendance. Lis could come up with no real reason and she didn't really care, she was hauling in the money which meant rent could be paid and that was fine with her. While she had a promising career at the paper the money was nonexistent at this point. The Body Lounge By midnight the heat in the bar was intense both in temperature and in sex. Everyone was sweating to the point that no one tried to hide the beads and rivulets of moisture draining from the many bodies in the lounge. Lis and Helga were drenched as they handled drink orders that seemed to be coming at them nonstop and a wet glowing sheen had covered every dancer as they worked on the stage. Despite the apparent discomfort business wasn't suffering. Lis noticed the women being dragged to the private dance area at a feverish pace. The black men were horny, that much was obvious. After clean up Lis spent some time in conversation with Myron, the baritone voiced DJ who announced the women as they mounted the stage. The fifty something black man had been one of The Body Lounge's original employees. Afterwards Lis descended the stairs to get her purse out of her locker. She figured all the women would be long gone and she was right. She had been the first in and the last to leave for the evening shift until she saw that Jill's locker was still open and her clothes draped over a chair. Lis didn't think much of it until she heard the lithe athletic brunette's voice down the hall along with Helga's. "A week and a half? My dear we only just have enough dancers now. What am I going to do for ten days with you gone?" Lis heard Helga say. "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity Helga." Jill replied. "You know we have assigned vacations. Can you talk to Carey about switching?" Helga asked in her soft accent. "She can't I've already talked to her." Jill answered despondently. "Well I guess I could pick up a girl from an agency. They're never as well trained or as sexy." Lis heard Helga's soft voice and then there was silence. "You know what needs to be done, don't you?" Helga said. "Helga, oh I'm not that way." Jill replied her voice now shaking. There was another pause in the conversation and then Jill let out an "Oh". Lis couldn't resist. She had to see what was going on between the two. She crept along the far wall. With the hall lights off it was easy to see that it was Helga's office that was lit up at the end of the hall. Inside she could see Helga and Jill facing each other. Life as a stripper meant that there was no bashfulness regarding their bodies so it wasn't surprising to see the young woman wearing only high heels. The dancers walked around naked even when not on duty. Meanwhile seeing the mature Helga topless was shocking. Her breasts were huge and hung out in front of her with surprisingly little sag. "You're a good kisser now let's see how you suck." Helga's voice was soft and her eyes were smoldering. She reached out and put a hand through Jill's hair and behind her head. The older woman pulled the brunette into her chest. Jill offered no resistance. Lis knew that she had acquiesced because she heard the suction noises as Jill took the nipple into her mouth. "That's it. That's my girl." Helga cooed as she held Jill in her arms. She knew that she had the young girl and there was a broad smile etched across her face. Jill suckled on the mammoth tits for quite awhile and Helga seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. The young woman alternated between nipples with her mouth licking and sucking the sixty year old woman's body. Helga leaned back her eyes closed and her mouth open while her hands ran through the long light brown hair. The mature platinum haired vixen was clearly reveling in the conquest. Lis knew she should have snuck away but she couldn't. As with the picture of Amy, her back arched, a black dick sliding in and out of her Lis was once again enthralled. Lis watched Helga unsnap her pants and drop them to her ankles. She was impressed with the older woman's body. She was soft but still in good shape. Beside the large breasts Lis could now see that the mature bull dyke had an hour glass figure and long shapely legs. Helga pulled the slobbering young dancer off her breasts and gave her two kisses on the mouth and then ordered. "Go down on me darling. Get on your knees." The younger girl may not have been such a willing participant but Helga had her and she knew it. She squatted down and almost immediately Lis could hear Jill's tongue lapping at Helga's genitals. Helga spread her legs and began taking deep breaths. Then rhythmic moans could be heard coming from the lighted office. Lis could see that the older woman's chest had turned a bright crimson red. She was in heat and Helga couldn't resist a smile when she saw her conquest display a form of submission. Jill, who had been steadying herself by grabbing onto Helga's thighs let a hand drop down to her own genitals and began playing with herself. "You like my pussy don't you my luv? You're my girl now. That's it just like that. Ugh!" Jill must have hit a sweet spot as Helga let out a deep grunt and her body shuddered. With the old woman's orgasm imminent Lis knew she had to leave. She tip toed up the stairs and out the door into the night. By the time she got home it was too late to do any work. She wouldn't have done it anyway. She was too shook up. Lis ran through the two sexual encounters over and over again. Amy bending over for the black man and Jill entwined in Helga's sexual web. Lis kept telling herself that it wasn't that she was so turned on by what she had witnessed. Still she couldn't quite get the images out of her mind. Lis went out for a run before work and cleared her head. She was almost afraid to go back after what she had seen the day before. To Lis The Body Lounge had held a certain innocence even though there was nothing but nudity inside, she had made some good friends there and despite the theme it was a safe place for her, now that was gone. Lis immediately sought out her confidante as soon as she walked in the door. Like her, Lynne was in her early thirties, ancient for a stripper unless you worked The Body lounge where Andrea and Carey were closing in on the unthinkable forty but still looked incredible. So it was Lynne that Lis had befriended over her first month at the job and whom she had cornered in the back of the bar. "So you finally got a taste of the seedy underbelly at this fine establishment." Lynne responded with a smile after listening to Lis. "This happens all the time?" Lis was surprised at Lynne's nonchalance. "Lis you've heard the stories about Helga. Well they're true. She's fine. You just let her know you're not interested. As for Amy, I have no idea what she was doing with Roy. Maybe she has a daddy issue. I don't judge. Remember this above all else, no one makes you do what you don't want to do here. Understand sweetie?" Lynne explained with some sympathy in her voice. Lis didn't know what to think about Lynne's attitude. Maybe sexual encounters occurred quite often down in the cellar. She had become friends with all the dancers and while these women were definitely doing the job for the relatively high pay, they also wanted and loved to dance. None of them wore the typical stripper shoes. They couldn't move in them. They used pumps and other high heels that made it possible to move like a Broadway dancer only without clothes. At the beginning of every shift the three strippers had to dance a choreographed number in front of the crowd. It told everyone in the place that they weren't there just to grab cash but if they did want to make big money they better dance well and with passion. Lis had respect for the girls or that but now she was thinking that maybe some of that passion was being directed towards other things. Lis worked her shift like any other night but her mind was elsewhere. She screwed up a few drink orders and bumped into a few things which drew a few quizzical stares Helga, who seemed to be wondering what was bugging her fellow bartender. Being preoccupied was not something Lis liked but she couldn't help it. She had gone from being shocked, to curious, to now being totally intrigued about the goings on at The Body Lounge. She was as attractive as any of the dancers, in fact as attractive as Amy or Carey with a body as well defined as Tanya's. Yet Lis had lived a sheltered life sexually. Despite being hit on constantly by men and even some women Lis had been with only a few men. Her idea of a wild ride had been a long term relationship with a man ten years older than her. Now with what she had seen at The Body Lounge Lis knew there was so much more spice that could be added to the recipe. Lis remained uptight over the next couple of days and she couldn't figure out why. Watching the sexual acts wasn't as big as Lynne's cavalier attitude about it or her own burgeoning feelings about the scenarios she had discovered at The Body Lounge. She was getting through it by studying that much harder. The sooner she got her degree the sooner she could say good bye to The Body Lounge. She was also putting more effort into her work outs, mostly with Tanya and this mid morning session was no different. "Lis honey it's no big deal. Amy's not the first girl to get it on in the basement." Tanya told Lis as she got up off the weight bench. "So it happens all the time?" Lis responded with a curious look. "Often enough I guess." Tanya smiled back as she stepped behind the bench to spot her friend's next set. "So you've done it?" Lis couldn't resist the difficult question. "No comment." Tanya grinned. "Now get back to work." "And Helga?" Lis continued as she pushed the Olympic bar up and down off her chest. "Helga catches you only when you want her too. Jill had been sniffing around her for weeks. I think she liked the idea of being done by someone who had been a legend or something crazy like that." Tanya explained. "You dancers are a different breed. I'll give you that much." Lis gave up the bench to the next couple of women. "You should try it. I can tell you want too." Tanya said. "What are you talking about? What makes you think I want to dance?" Lis replied with a nervous laugh. "Every woman wants to be told she's sexy. Even if it is expressed by horny men throwing dollars at us it can be thrilling believe it or not." Tanya walked ahead to the military press bench. She was one quarter Korean and her Asian heritage was evident in the subtle shape of her eyes and long jet black hair. Lis couldn't help admiring her as she followed her to the next exercise. The next few weeks passed without incident and Lis was that much closer to finishing her work. The one thing that she hadn't been able to accomplish was to find out who owned The Body Lounge. Over the last three shifts she had been shamelessly asking everyone. She had even stopped trying to be artful with Helga and the rest of the managers. She had just come out and asked, no pleaded with them to help her out. She knew that talking to an owner was the difference between a very good and a blockbuster finish to her expose on the industry. It was a Friday and Lis had spent the day at the paper working on her story. It had turned into a voluminous event which she knew would be chopped down like a tree being turned into a piece of furniture. It was a painful process watching an editor work over a written piece that you had slaved over and felt certain that every word in it was just as important as the next. Still, in the end, a good editor could turn a writer's tree into a Chippendale. Lis made her way downtown to The Body Lounge in the late afternoon heat. The city was mostly empty at this hour. The majority of the working crowd had gone for the day and the night had yet to take hold. The tall blonde ducked into the nondescript building with the elegant blue neon sign that read The Body Lounge hanging from the second floor. Lis figured that she would be working as a bartender for another few weeks and then she would have her story printed in the paper, hopefully as a Sunday edition exclusive in the paper's weekend magazine that came out on Sundays. After that she was certain that she wouldn't be welcome at The Body Lounge but by then she hoped that her career with the paper would be secure. "Hey showgirl! Helga needs you downstairs." Carey yelled over the music. "What for?" Lis asked as she walked into The Body Lounge for her Friday shift. "You'll find out." Carey returned with a knowing smile. "Showgirl?" Lis inquired walking by Carey hoping to pry some sort of information out of the gorgeous stripper before she faced Helga. All she got was a shoulder shrug and another smile. Lis didn't have time to grill Carey. She was due behind the bar and the leggy brunette on stage within 40 minutes. Lis galloped down the stairs and past the girl's locker room. The door was open and she could see Lynne, Amy and Andrea taking off their street clothes and getting ready for work. She gave a quick wave and continued onto Helga's office. She wanted to find out what was going on right away. "Hey Helga. Carey told me that you needed to see me." Lis bounced into the office hoping nothing was wrong. "Lissy I'm going to need you to dance tonight." The mature woman didn't even look up as she stood behind her desk. It was as if she expected no protest to her order. She was wrong. "Helga, I'm a bartender here. That's what I was hired for." Lis closed the door once she knew the subject. "Lis I have Jill unexpectedly on vacation and every girl I've seen from all the agencies have been horrible. There's no one else that looks as good as you." Helga informed her. "What about Catherine?" Lis brought up the daytime bartender who used to strip at the club. A tall lanky honey blonde haired woman Catherine was a very sexy woman. "In her day Catherine was the queen of the dance floor and if you must know so was I but both our best days are well behind us now. She just won't do." Helga reminded Lis that Catherine was now in her early fifties and she was herself sixty. "Helga I don't even know how to dance! All the girls are so good with the opening numbers and I have to be honest I'm not so good with men on that level." Lis was in a full panic. "You're going to be fine, unless, of course you'd like to persuade me over dinner at my place tonight?" Helga pressed her advantage as she had with so many other young women. If she could conquer two girls over the same vacation problem well that would be quite the coup. "Oh Helga, I can't." Lis was so freaked out about having to dance that Helga's proposition went right over her head. Helga came out from behind her desk and opened the door. "Lynne! Amy! You're a good girl Lis. This is a chance to be naughty. I'd take advantage of this opportunity and enjoy it." Lynne and Amy strutted in dressed for work in matching school girl outfits complete with tartan plaid skirts, white knee socks and black high heel pumps. "Get her in the outfit and teach her the first number. You'll be fine my dear. You're built like a brick shithouse and that's what they want." Helga smiled at Lis and then went upstairs to tend bar with Catherine who was taking Lis' place. Lis very well could have told Helga what she could have done with her strap on and walked out the door. This wasn't a job that she necessarily needed. She could have gone to the newspaper and told them that she had mined all the information possible from the assignment, especially with her unable to meet and interview the owner of the club. Yet something had her glued inside the club and going with Lynne and Amy to the locker room to prepare her to dance naked in front of a couple of hundred horny black men. "So we hear you're joining the ranks of the great unwashed." Lynne said. "I can't believe she's making me do this." A shaky Lis answered. "Don't worry it's not that big a step down." Amy smiled. "I... I didn't mean anything by that." Lis almost whispered. "Come on! We're just busting your chops! Let's go teach you some moves!" Lynne laughed heartily and put her arm around her friend to reassure her. "I don't think I can do this. I've never been naked in front of so many people before." Lis was not reassured by the joking. "We all felt that way the first time. Yet it doesn't matter because when you're built like the three of us the customer will be enthralled even if all you can do is crawl around on your hands and knees and bark like a dog." Amy leaned into Lis and laughed. "Really?" Lis looked at the shorter blonde in disbelief. From what she had seen the dancers at this club moved like synchronized cogs in a very big sex machine. They were perfect and there was no way that she was going to fit in. "The first time Amy danced I thought there was going to be a riot. Look at that body!" Lynne exclaimed as the three of them turned into the locker room. "Lynnie turn on the tunes." Amy ordered. Amii Stewart's disco version of "Knock On Wood" blared out of a CD player. "This is the first song and as you know it's the only one you have to dance to with any kind of structure. The rest of the time on the floor you mingle with the customers and you know what that means. So let's spend the next 25 minutes that we've got to turn you into a hip hop version of a June Taylor dancer." Lynne said as she stopped the CD and restarted it. The next 25 minutes were a blur. The girls giggled as they worked on the dance steps. Lynne and Amy assured Lis that it was her body and the way it looked as she moved that was going to make her money and that she didn't have to be perfect because it was just money after all. Then they guffawed as they watched Lis stumble through her first steps. She was a very athletic girl and very flexible but she was muscular and taut and a very inexperienced dancer. Yet as the short time wound down they were impressed with how quickly she picked up the moves, at how that very athleticism made it all seem so natural for her and how sexy she looked doing it. They were experienced strippers and they both knew they were looking at an instant star. The three of them heard the music end upstairs and knew it was time for their turn onstage. Despite being warmed up and more confident in her dance moves thanks to Lynne and Amy, Lis' stomach was all butterflies. Regardless of whether she was going to dance well she was going to take her clothes off in front of hundreds of men. As if the nightmare could only get worse the club had played up Lis' dancing debut. Myron's baritone voice had been bellowing announcements about the upcoming deflowering of the gorgeous innocent blonde bartender. Lis' image at The Body Lounge was of a girl above the down and dirty job of gyrating her body in front of all the black men for money. She had passed on all the come ons whether original, interesting or just plain boring that came her way every night. Every black man that frequented the club felt that the gorgeous blonde was going home to some rich white boy every night. Tonight all that was going to change and the crowd loved it. They cheered wildly as the women, clad in white oxford shirts tied off so that they exposed their midsections and red tartan miniskirts, walked into the large club area. The crowd was so thick that they had to make a path from the stairway door to the bar entrance where they would climb onto the dance floor. Lis felt like a player walking onto the field for the Super Bowl the excitement was that intense. Yet she knew that it could end up more like a Christian going out to face the lions. "Heeeerrre she is! Ready to ennntertaaain all yooouu grrreat Body Lounge patrons in her dancing debut! It's Lis and her friends Lynne and Amy!" Myron announced with his usual baritone swagger. The crowd reacted with a roar and Lis with a terrified whimper. "Jesus! This is out of control!" Lis heard Amy yell to Lynne over the raucous noise. "Even worse than your first night!" Lynne barked back with a snicker. The Body Lounge "They knew I was a slut from the get go!" Amy laughed. "Hey Lissy these boys are obviously here for you so start out on the big dance floor and don't worry honey! Relax and have fun!" Lynne leaned over and kissed her friend on the cheek and then climbed the four foot ladder that was attached to the floor of the bar and extended up to the dance area. Lis followed her up to the dance floor. It was her first time up there and the feeling of being four feet above the crowd was weird. She walked over to her area in the large circular dance floor fording the canal like spokes where the bartenders walked with the help of the wrought iron rungs that sprung up from the floor for the dancers to hold onto for support. She looked down and saw Catherine walk by with drinks, something she had taken for granted as her job until tonight. She leaned up a square post that was about 2 feet wide on each side and mirrored. About ¾ of the patrons were wedged into Lis' side of the club. Suddenly the speakers blared the insanely upbeat "Knock On Wood" and Lis began to move. At first it was awkward, at least it felt that way to the athletically built blonde. Then she saw the looks on the men's faces and she knew that she could do no wrong. As the disco version of the 60s classic jammed on Lis started getting into it. She whipped off her blouse at the moment during the song that Amy had instructed. Now she shook her small but pert breasts at the crowd and lifted her pleated skirt showing the crowd her muscular thighs all while doing her best to remember the dance steps she had been hurriedly taught over the last half hour. It wasn't perfect but it was certainly sexy, very sexy. Lis had a body that was made for perversion. The crowd was going crazy now that Lis' tits were fully exposed and swinging in the wind. As Amii Stewart hammered into the song the statuesque blonde shimmied out of her skirt and let it drop. She stepped out of the clothing with soaring confidence and let the black men see her in only her sheer thong panties. The result was a near riot as they pushed forward to catch a look at what was pressing against the taut panties. Lis had sizeable genitals when excited, her labia lips were hanging flaps of flesh and her clitoris was a stout post that stuck out prominently. Obvious camel toes had been a source of utter embarrassment in tight pants or a bikini, yet here at her most vulnerable it was her best attribute. She could hear them talking and see them pointing. She didn't care. She was in her own world now as she moved her body to the rhythm of the music's beat. She was really enjoying the feeling of dancing naked, that she seemed to be doing it well and what it was doing to all these men. She was getting as excited as they were. She drank in the adulation like a woman stranded in the desert. She twirled and thrust her hips out and gyrated obscenely driving the men to another height of excitement. She was sweating profusely and was slick with it as the song came to an end. She looked out into the crowd and saw Carey, Tanya and Andrea cheering along wildly with the throngs of black men. Lis smiled. She had never felt so sexy in her life. The applause and cheers continued after Lis stopped moving. Lis' body was glistening with sweat and excitement. She couldn't believe how her nervousness had so quickly been overcome by a feeling of being the sexiest woman in the room. It was incredibly erotic. Now she had to tend to the men on an individual basis. Going from each seated man to the next she got on her hands and knees and basically shoved her pussy right into their faces as she swayed to the rhythm of the music. Technically there was supposed to be no contact between the customer and dancer and with the genitals that was definitely the case. Yet that seemed to be the only part of the rule that was obeyed. So for anything else, it was fair game. Lis found black hands caressing her legs and even her ass as she pulled aside the sopping wet thong panties and gave the man who was tipping her and all those around him a peek. "That's one fine pussy! Look at those lips! God damn ass is juicy and fine!" She heard over and over as she displayed herself in front of each man. At one point much to the delight of the men Lis rolled onto her back and placed her legs on the black man's shoulders that she was performing for. The she would arch her back on her elbows pushing her genitals into his face. By now the panties were in a small wet lump by the school girl uniform. Lis had seen both Amy and Tanya do this and the money flowed. With her legs enhanced with knee socks and stiletto heeled pumps draping them around the black men the dollar and two dollar tips turned into fives. When it was all said and done Lis had made over $100 on her first shift as a stripper working black men. She hopped down into the bar well with the help of the ladder to smiles and slaps on the back from her fellow strippers and Catherine and Helga. They weren't just proud of her, they were amazed. She had put every black man watching her into a trance. "Hey moneybags thanks for stealing all the customers!" Lynne was smiling at her friend standing at the basement door. "I really didn't mean too Lynne. I can share." Lis suddenly felt self conscious walking from the bar to the door. "Are you kidding me? Do me a favor and don't ever say anything like that to the other girls, okay?" Lynne laughed heartily at her friend's naivete. "Follow me downstairs." Lis followed Lynne down to the locker room. Amy was already in the room and closing up her locker. Each girl had a small safe that was attached to their locker. Since Lis didn't have a safe attached to her locker Lynne let her keep her money in her safe. "Here dry off." Lynne threw a towel at Lis. "We have to get upstairs." "What for?" Lis asked. "Private dances darling." Amy gave Lis a smack on the ass as she walked by her to the locker room doorway. The three of them moved as quickly as their high heels would allow back up the stairs and into the crowded club. The other women were just finishing up their opening numbers. Lis saw how good they looked. Tanya's and Andrea's bodies were rock solid but it was Carey who really caught Lis' eye. She was magnificent. At about 5'-10" the tallest of all the strippers, her legs were long and muscular and her breasts were just big enough and hung perfectly. Yet it was her face that really held one's attention. She had short brown hair, blazing blue eyes and the sculpted cheekbones, nose and lips of a model. As soon as the three women made their way towards the bar several black men made their way over to them. Amy hooked up first. A tall lanky man with a close cropped afro took her hand and walked to the far end of the club where a series of booths were located. Lis had several suitors but Lynne intervened picking a very dark skinned black man who looked to be about sixty then she found one for herself. "I have no idea what to do in there." Lis panicked as the four followed Amy to the booths. "Just go into the booth to the right of mine and watch what I do. There's about a two inch slot that needs to be repaired." Lynne smiled over at her friend. Lis followed the black man into the booth. It was the first time she had ever seen the inside of one. As Lynne had said there was an opening between the booths that were made of wood and were quite a bit bigger than expected, actually a small room. Lis saw that there was a lounge chair that folded back. The black man smiling from ear to ear had already taken a seat in the chair. Looking over at Lynne, Lis saw that she had begun to sway back and forth to the club music and move her body against the black man. Lis began the same dance moving closer to her man. She was reluctant to touch the older man but knew she would have too. She put her hands on the arms of the plush chair and leaned into her customer so that her breasts were on either side of his face. All of a sudden Lis felt the wetness of the black man's tongue against her skin and she cringed. She had never let a black man touch her before let alone run his tongue along her bare chest and she was far from sure that she liked it. Suddenly Lis saw the black man reach into his pants pocket and pull out a $50 bill. Even in the dark booth Lis could see that it was more than the $20 needed for a private dance. "I don't have any change..." Lis started. "I was hoping for the fitty dolla dance my luv." He said with the same huge smile on his face. Lis looked over at Lynne but didn't see her dancing. She was hoping to whisper through the opening. When she dropped her eyes she found out what a $50 dance entailed. Lynne was on her knees between her black man's legs with her head going up and down and a mouthful of black cock. Lis freaked when she turned back and saw that her man had unzipped his pants and pulled out a very erect penis. She began to gag but quickly regained her composure. "It's nice and hard just the way a girl like you wants it. So come on girl get on your knees." The black man coaxed. Lis was in shock. She kept stealing peaks of Lynne her head now bobbing up and down at a furious rate. Her gaze returned to the matters at hand in her own booth. The penis pointing at her was jet black and jutting straight up out of the man's trousers. All at once Lis dropped to her knees and took the penis in her hand. She then opened her mouth wide and went down on the old black man. To this day Lis couldn't say why she did it. It was certainly beyond anything she thought she would ever have to do for the news assignment. With his dick halfway down the blonde's throat he couldn't help himself. "That's my girl just suck it. My big black dick tastes better than any of those tiny country club dicks." Lis heard him loud and clear. As she sucked on the ebony pole she tasted the man's musk mixed with a heavy dose of cologne. She was looking right at a thick thatch of grey pubic hair. She had sucked several cocks in her day. In fact she liked it. Besides its color this man's penis was different. While not huge it was a healthy size and curved to one side with a big plum sized head. Lis could definitely see slipping it between her legs and letting the old man do his worst on her. A playful fuck wasn't in the cards as the old man arched his back and gave it up right into Lis' mouth. The first spurt was a full salty blast and it hit her at the back of her throat. Lis swallowed hard and kept it up until the old black man had given up his full load of jizz. Lis let the softening penis slide out of her mouth and she stood. As a result of what had just happened Lis was shaking as she stood over the black man. "Why thank you from the bottom of my balls sweetness." The black man stood took Lis' hand and kissed it and then stumbled out the door. "Anytime." Lis whispered. For the next five hours the routine repeated itself over and over for Lis. Dance, let a black man pick her then suck his cock. Towards the end of the night the three women took a break down in the locker room. By that time Lis had serviced six men. Each load of sperm had settled in her stomach and in addition to the anxiety of having found out what really went on at The Body Lounge she wasn't feeling so good. She listened to Lynne and Amy gabbing as if it was just another night. Yet it wasn't just another night for her. It had happened so quickly and she had given in so easily. Lis just couldn't believe she had dropped to her knees like a common whore and for a bunch of black men. She started to get dizzy and then everything began to spin. She dashed back to the toilets and just made before vomiting. It came out as a gooey mess. As Lis retched she felt a hand on her back. "Never swallow the cum." Amy told her as she rubbed her back. Lis finished heaving and stood. The two women were standing next to her holding her steady. She felt a lot better with all the semen out of her belly. "Look when these boys cum spit it out, let it shoot into a towel you keep in the booth or just let it fly into the air, just don't drink it. Okay?" Lynne reiterated Amy's point. "I had no idea." Lis gasped. "That's some pretty heavy protein. You okay?" Amy checked. "Yah I'm alright." Lis replied. "Up for one more shift?" Lynne asked. "I guess so." Lis answered. The three of them went up the stairs once more. The crowd had thinned out and the last round of dancing only brought in a moderate amount of money compared to earlier in the evening. As she spread her legs for the final group of men Lis noticed a tall imposing black man wearing a full length leather coat. He had a shaved head and a handsome yet at the same time fearsome face and he was staring at Lis. By now Lis had been gawked at by over a hundred different black men but this man was different. Even through the coat Lis could tell he was in peak shape and there was something about him that made the hair on the back of Lis' neck stand on end. Lis climbed down into the bar for one more turn in the private dance area. She walked out of the bar area and into the club. It was then that she felt the hand. It was warm and large, big enough to seemingly encompass her whole shoulder. She turned and saw that it was the same black man that had caught her eye while on the dance floor. Down at floor level it was much more obvious how large a man he was. "Let's go for a dance little lady." The voice was a melodic baritone coming from one of the only men in the club that could call honestly call Lis "little". "Ugh." Lis looked around and saw every potential suitor for a dance had beat a hasty retreat because of the large man. "Okay." They made their way over to the booths where Amy and Lynne were probably already on their knees. As it turned out to avoid confusion every dancer working during a night was assigned a booth. This way a dancer didn't walk in another while servicing a customer. Lis opened the door to her booth and stepped aside to let the tall man inside. He took off his long coat and set it along the back of the chair. Then instead of sitting in the chair he turned and faced the gorgeous blonde. Even in the dark space Lis could see that he was a mountain, probably about six and a half feet tall, sculpted and despite his size probably no more than a 34 inch waist. "I've got a hundred dollars and that means you'll be sitting in the chair luv." With that said the black man gently grabbed Lis at the waist and in an incredible show of strength picked her up and put her down in the chair. For Lis it was going to be more than just another stunning event in an unforgettable night. The black man loomed over her in the dark smiling at her. Then she heard a zipper and realized what was going to happen. She watched the huge shadow pull out his penis and stroke it before she tried to say anything. "I don't think..." She managed to get out before she was interrupted. "Shh just relax my luv. Just relax." The deep voice trailed off to a whisper. Lis took in a deep breath when she felt the strong hands grab her muscular thighs and spread them with ease. He was on top of her. She could smell him, feel him. The man exuded sexual dominance and he was about to make Lis submit. She let out a gasp when the bluntness pressed against her. "Shh this is easy my luv and it's going to feel better than any other man. Just relax my dear." He let out with what Lis found to be an incredible sweet voice. Lis felt hypnotized. The man's strength was emanating through his arms which were like pillars on either side of her and his hips which were producing one steady and powerful thrust up into her. His voice seemed to keep her in a trance. It was deep and smooth with a slight gravel noise that gave the blonde goose bumps. He talked to her the whole time telling her how he loved muscular women like her and how much she was going to love him. The voice distracted and at the same time enthralled her so that the black man had penetrated her up to his balls before Lis could decide whether she wanted it or not. They stayed together breathing hard against each other for a moment. Unlike the other black men Lis hadn't gotten a very good look at this man's penis but she could feel him inside her now and she knew this was the biggest cock she'd ever experienced. It was then that she realized that her legs had wrapped around his buttocks and her lips were pressed against his neck. If the black man was forcing himself on her she was making it very hard for him to change his mind. They barely moved but there was still enough friction and more than enough primal heat between the two sexual athletes to get the job done. Lis let go first. "Oh my God!" She cried out in a hoarse whisper. Her powerful thighs clamped down hard on him and he let out a groan. She dug her nails into his shirt on the back of his shoulders and then Lis bit into his arm so that she wouldn't scream from the pulsing waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Just as the climax was at its height Lis saw that Lynne was looking down at her from the thin opening between the booths with a satisfied smile on her face. It didn't matter. Lis was too far gone to care. She gave in and let her body put on a performance that her friend wouldn't soon forget. Her hips bucked up and down and then all of a sudden she felt her insides being drenched. The hard member was banging against her cervix. She had never felt that before and just as she had never had a black man cum inside her, both were now happening over and over. With his business done Lis relaxed her grip on the black man. She lay back in the chair with her legs splayed out on either arm. Lynne had left so that it was just her and the mysterious black man. She looked up at him and he kissed her. Then he lifted off her letting his still hard penis slide out of her. "Is this your first time?" He stood over her amazingly still wearing his sunglasses. "Yea." Lis answered softly. "You mean with a black man?" He chuckled. "Yes with a black man." "You've done this before? Been a white girl's first?" Lis asked. "Many times." He grinned showing a set of pearl white teeth. "Here?" Lis kept her eyes on the black man as he sipped up his pants in the dark. "Many white girls in many places my luv. Just know that we will definitely see each other again. You are going to be a favorite of mine." With that the black man quickly took his leave. Lis took off her shoes and put them in her locker. She leaned back against the locker room wall while seated on the bench. She was a sweaty cum filled mess after dancing through the most surreal night of her life. The well built blonde didn't know whether to feel betrayed or elated because of the way she had been used this night and regardless of how things worked out she most definitely had been used. Helga had gotten her to dance and none of the dancers had told her what that had meant. Women she had considered friends had been part of the conspiracy. Yet the thrill of dancing naked in front of all those near rioting black men was second to nothing she had ever done before. The sex was a shock but as it turned out just as thrilling as the dancing. She was a country club girl getting her kicks with the brothers now. What it came down to was could she forgive her friends? "Showers free." Tanya said in a reluctant tone knowing full well she was in Lis' doghouse. Lis gave her a quick smile and them subtly checked out Carey's ass and legs as she stood naked looking into her locker. She truly was a sculpted piece of artwork. She stood and grabbed a towel just as Helga walked in. "Work schedule for next week girls." Helga took a sheet of paper and pinned it to a bulletin board on the back of the locker room door. "You'll be bartending on Thursdays." The Body Lounge "Why?" Lis asked when Helga nodded towards her. "Because you're going to be too busy dancing on Friday's to bartend." The mature manager smiled encouragingly at the blonde before she opened the door and left. "What do you think? You in?" Lynne turned and looked at Lis. Lis looked up and gave her a weak smile. This wasn't why she was here. It wasn't something she was supposed to want. What would happen to her job, hell her career, at the newspaper? She stood and walked into the shower room where Amy was still lathering her naked body with liquid soap. Lis stood under the shower next to her and turned it on. She doused her head with warm water and began soaping herself. She noticed that Carey, Tanya and Lynne were watching her from the locker room and Amy was also checking her out. They wanted an answer but tonight Lis felt they didn't deserve to know. They were going to have to wait.