13 comments/ 108000 views/ 33 favorites Barbara Gets a Job at a Strip Club By: Veri A suburban housewife does what she needs to do to survive the sudden incarceration of her husband. * Things were bad for Barbara Blaine. Her husband Hal had been indicted by the feds a month ago for stock fraud. What funds the couple had access to was used to hire a lawyer who was unable to get Hal out on bond. Then the feds froze the couple's remaining assets when Hal refused to cooperate with them. With no money coming in, no way to pay bills, and both of her children in college with financial needs of their own, Barbara was desperate. The mortgage was due in two weeks and that was Barbara's first concern. After she met with her husband at the downtown federal detention center, she drove over to the area by the airport and into the parking lot of the Mint Lounge, a local strip club. Hal had helped finance the purchase of the club for a buddy, and he assured her that Skip, the owner, would help. Skip was sympathetic to Barbara's problems. "I can loan you a thousand dollars, but that will go quick. And then what?" Barbara knew he was right. "I can give you a job as a hostess. If you work it right you can make upwards of five hundred to a thousand a night." Barbara sat back and thought about the offer for a moment. "What exactly do I have to do?" Skip leaned forward eyeing Barbara. "How old are you?" "Forty four," she said. Skip nodded. "You need to wear a revealing dress, High heels, makeup, do up your hair nice. You look to be in great shape, so no problem there. Men will come into the club. You show them to a table, make sure the girls they express an interest in come over, and make sure the waitresses take their drink orders. Some of the men will want to reserve a champagne room. You make sure they know to do it through you and you take the cash or the credit card. You do it, not the dancer. That is important. As for pay, well you get two points on money from your tables plus the girls you set up for dances tip you a dollar as well per dance. I can give you ten tables to start. Some tables spend a few hundred on drinks alone, and we've had guys use their Amex Black to drop ten grand in champagne room charges and girls. You get them to spend, you make money." Barbara nodded. "Let me try it for a few nights. I can't commit beyond that. Lets see how i do." Skip chuckled. "No worries there. If you can't sell, I can't carry you." He reached into his pocket. "Can I give you an advance on your work money?" Barbara declined. She didn't want to get any further in debt. She did however agree to start work that night. 7:00 pm till closing at 4:00 am. Barbara went home and took a nap. At 44 she had rigorously worked out and kept in shape. She had a nice body with a large set of 36 natural breasts that never failed to turn men's eyes and auburn-reddish hair that she wore long below her shoulders. She was 5'9 and her spin class had kept her legs and butt in shape although she often had to wear a sports bra and a regular bra to keep her tits from swaying as she rode her spin bike. Barbara got up at 5:00 PM, had a quick bite to eat but found that she was nervous and did not have much appetite. She put on a black cocktail dress and a pair of black high heels along with stockings. She didn't put on a bra. She put a pair of jeans and a t-shirt in a gym bag so that she could change before she went home, and at the last minute for reasons she wasn't really sure about, she threw a tiny black leather skirt and matching black leather vest into her bag. The vest was laced up the front and was the sexiest top she owned. She and Hal sometimes rode Hal's motorcycle and she pretended to be his "old lady" and dressed the part as they drove out of town on weekends and stopped to have lunch at a bar where neither of them were known. Before she left for work she removed all of her jewelry, including her wedding ring. She reminded herself she was doing this to avoid having to pawn her ring. Plus, Hal had suggested she go there, he must have known she would be asked to work doing something in the strip club. Barbara arrived at 6:30 and Skip approved of her short cocktail dress and high heels. He quickly introduced her to the wait staff and a team of bouncers who Skip instructed her to call for immediately if there were any problems with customers. At least one bouncer, who was a large ex-college football player more than 20 years younger than her, flirted with her and made suggestions about them getting together after work. The first night went well, and Barbara made over $800.00 dollars. She was thrilled, and even more happy when the rest of the employees complained that it was a slow night. A couple of the customers had flirted with her, and at least two had run their hands over her ass as she came by the table to check on them and make sure they were having a good time. Considering what she had seen the dancers allow at the tables and in the back during lap dances, she realized she had little to complain about. A few gropes were well worth eight hundred bucks in her opinion. The next night Barbara came back to the club wearing a mini skirt and tight lycra blouse, again with no bra. She was worried she had gone a bit over board until she saw the other hostess wearing a short skirt and blouse tied off at the waist. "The more skin the better" Skip had said to her, and Barbara nodded enthusiastically. It was about 11:30 at night and the club was hopping. In fact it was so busy that Tommy, the assistant manager, had told her that he might need her to fill in for some dances, as the club was jammed and a few dancers had called in unexpectedly sick. "I...I can't dance. I didn't agree to that," Barbara stammered. Tommy pulled her aside and Barbara could see he was angry. "Listen lady. I don't know you. Skip hired you. We all work our ass off here. If we are short dancers and you can make money dancing, you damn well better dance you ass off, as we all depend on each other to make money. Go in the back, get some stripper clothes and get back out here. I got guys who will pay for a MILF." Barbara walked away in a daze. She went into the back to her gym bag and put on her mini leather skirt and laced up her black vest. Even fully laced, the vest showed off her ample breasts. She pulled out the leather laces tying the vest and realized she could get in and out of the vest quickly. Then, strutting on her high heels, she walked out into the club, excessively wiggling her ass in the short skirt, as she had seen the other dancers do. Tommy directed her over to a table and she was immediately asked to do a lap dance for $20.00 dollars. She gyrated before the middle age business man for a few seconds while she slipped off her skirt and then undid her top. Then she crawled on the man's lap and wiggled a bit while facing him, her large breasts swaying back and forth before she turned around and sat on his lap reverse cowgirl and bounced up and down. Her first dance was not great and the man paid his money but waived her away. He was clearly looking for girls much younger than her. For the next hour Barbara walked though the club and every few minutes she was waived over to a table by one of the bouncers who had now taken over her hosting job while she was dancing. A few of the younger guys used their hands a bit more and one guy about twenty took Barbara to the back room where he paid $125.00 for four dances. Barbara had to to tip one of the bouncers $20 dollars for the cubicle, and then she settled down on the guy's lap, wiggling and trying to move to the music as the guy massaged her breasts and whispered in her ear how much older women turned him on. He was heavily muscled and he told her he played football for the local college. Barbara ran her hands over his chest and she was impressed how muscular he was. She turned and gyrated and her large breasts swayed back and forth to the delight of her customer. "Baby girl I want your number." Barbara smiled and shook her head. The guy pulled her close and nuzzled her neck and ear as he cupped her breast. "I can make you in two or three hours what you make here in a night." Barbara pulled back. "How?" she asked. The guy laughed and squeezed her ample breast. "You really have no idea about the world do you? How long you been dancing baby? Barbara was uncomfortable with his question so she just wiggled and pushed her other tit in his face. The guy greedily sucked on her tit and she realized she was getting turned on. Here she was, a month ago a respectable urban soccer mom, now dancing as a stripper to pay her bills. She was a slut she thought to herself, and then another thought flashed through her mind: even all those years she was faithful to her husband, hadn't she always fantasized about being a slut? Didn't she like dressing a bit sexy and seeing men react? Hadn't she at times shaken her breasts or undid an extra button on her shirt to get a salesman to lower the price or give her a good delivery date? She came to the conclusion that what she was doing now was just something she had always wanted to do, although she wished she didn't have to do it. Barbara pulled her tit out of the guy's mouth and he pulled her close to him, one hand squeezing her ass. "Baby girl, I would take you to my favorite motel and give you two hours of pleasure like you've never had. I would pay you a couple of hundred. Then I would line up a dozen of my friends or teammates who love MILFS. We could charge $300 an hour, you keep $200. Two hours a night, four nights a week, that's $1,600 and we ain't even really trying. Find a high roller or two and we could double that." Barbara pulled back. He wanted her to be a whore! He wanted to pimp her out. She had gone from being a hostess to being a stripper in one night, and now she was being offered the chance to go all the way and be a whore. Barbara smiled at her customer. The songs were over. She bent down and put on her skirt as her tits hung free. She picked up her vest but before she could put it on the guy pulled her on his lap. "Come on baby girl, you and me. Lets go somewhere and have some real fun. I got your money." Barbara let the guy squeeze her tit as she ran a long finger nail down his muscular arm. "I can't baby. I promised the club. I gotta stay here and work. If I leave, they fire me." "Can I have your number?" Barbara shook her head no. "Can't do that baby. But give me your number, and when I'm horny I will call." She smiled seductively at the guy as he let go of her tit and reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. They walked out of the cubicle and Barbara stopped a passing cocktail waitress and borrowed a pen. The waitress stood with her hands on her hips, as she had put down her tray. She let out a sigh. She had seen this all before. The guy wrote his number and Barbara took it and kissed his cheek and walked off, shaking her ass as much as she could as she knew the guy was watching. "Damn I want that MILF ass," she heard her customer say and she laughed to herself. She was doing ok as as stripper she thought to herself. She had handled her first serious proposition and she really didn't mind the close contact with guys as long as most of them were as sexy as her last customer. It was about 12:30 AM and Barbara was standing by the bar taking a break and smoking a cigarette and thinking about her life. She had given the habit up several years ago at the insistence of her husband, but since it seemed every dancer in the club smoked, she realized she wouldn't be able to resist. She was trying to calculate her take home for the night so far. Based on what she had already done, she was sure it would be almost $1,500 and that added to what she had made the night before and what she still had in her checking account would be enough for the mortgage. As few more nights of dancing or hostessing and she would have her bills covered for the rest of the month. A few months of this and she could get caught up in everything and start saving some money as well. "I can do this," Barbara thought to herself. "It's not ideal, but I can do this. I can survive." The thought pleased her. A young man came by and stopped and did a double take and Barbara's heart jumped. "Mrs. Blaine? Is that you?" It was Jared Mason, the son of her next door neighbor. She had recently been at his high school graduation party that his parents had thrown for Jared at their house, and she knew he was working for his father and making a lot of money in the pawn shop business. Barbara shook her head. In the club she had chosen the name "Cheryl" and she calmly took a drag on her cigarette and told Jared he was mistaken. "Well I'll be damned. You could be her twin. Hey, at least let me buy you a drink. I'm here with some friends." Barbara knew the rule. No dancer could refuse a drink at the club, especially since no matter what she ordered she would be served plain soda or water while the customer would be charged as if she was given alcohol. Barbara tottered over to the table with Jared and his friends and quickly tugged at the laces on her top, trying to tighten her vest and stop her tits from swaying so much. Barbara sat down on a love seat sofa next to Jared who immediately put his arm around her and began to lightly stroke her bare shoulder. Barbara had a few "drinks" and was dreading Jared asking her for a lap dance. Jared got up to go to the men's room and a few minutes later Tommy came by and waived her over. "That guy you were with just paid for an hour in the champagne room and a $650.00 dollar of Crystal. Have you been back there yet?" Barbara shook her head no. "Ok. Here's the deal," Tommy whispered to her quickly. "Your first job is to try an get him to order a second bottle. So drink the first as quickly as you can and lead him on." "Lead him on?" Barbara asked. Tommy made a face and cursed. "Don't play dumb. Make him think that if he orders a second bottle he will get to fuck you. Now go get it done." Barbara walked off to the champagne room which was more secluded than the cubicle she had been in before. Jared was sitting on a small couch and Barbara walked over and sat down. Meanwhile a waitress was setting up the champagne bottle and flutes of champagne. There was a flat screen plasma TV hanging on the wall playing some porno, but they could change the channel to ESPN or something else if they wanted and the waitress gave them the remote. Then the waitress brought in some strawberries and some whipped creme. "Have fun you two" she said suggestively and winked at Jared as she walked out and closed the door. Barbara was nervous. She had an hour to kill with the son of her next door neighbor and she was far from certain that he had believed her name was Cheryl. Jared took a sip of the Champagne and then handed Barbara her flute. She took a drink as Jared positioned himself so that they were facing each other. "So tell me about yourself Cheryl." Barbara reached out and put her hand on Jared's arm which was muscular. In response Jared put his hand on her side under her arm and slowly started stroking the side of her left breast with his thumb while staring into Barbara's eyes. Barbara began to speak and then stopped. "Ok Jared. You're right. You know who I am." Jared kept stroking her left tit and ran his thumb from the side of her breast to over her nipple which immediately stiffened under her leather vest. He laughed. "I knew it all along. The whole neighborhood knows about your husband getting arrested and being in jail. I guess you needed some money?" Barbara nodded and took a deep drink from her champagne flute and then poured herself another as she felt Jared's thumb wander all over her tit. She began to talk about what her husband was accused of and how shocked they all were at his arrest. About five minutes into their conversation she felt Jared's other hand rest on her right knee and his fingers began stroking her inner thigh underneath her skirt. Barbara tried to ignore his advances as she spoke more about her husband, but every few minutes Jared got bolder with his hands, as if he was daring her to make him stop. Barbara turned in her seat a bit and then poured Jared some more champagne. She then went to light a cigarette and as she did so she felt Jared tug at the laces on her vest and then pull them off. Immediately her large breasts sagged down as the laces of her vest were not holding them up. She shook her head a bit and her hair spilled down over her front. Barbara and blew out some smoke as Jared took his index finger and began running it up and down in the valley between her tits. From there he took his finger and rubbed it under her vest and over the areola of her right tit and Barbara squirmed a bit. He had not asked her for a lap dance and yet he was slowly undressing her at his own pace. As she moved she felt his hand tighten on her right thigh as his fingers wandered up to her panties. With his left thumb making small circles on her pubis, Jared took his right hand and pulled out her left tit from her vest. Barbara Blaine sat there in the champagne room, her tit exposed as her neighbor's son slowly explored her body while she smoked. To Jared, the money he had paid for the champagne room was worth every penny. With her tit out and Jared's thumb making small pressing circles over her pussy, Barbara felt herself involuntarily shudder. There was no doubt she was getting turned on. They talked for a few more minutes and then very casually Jared took her exposed left tit in his right hand and after brushing her hair aside, gently squeezed it. Barbara did nothing and Jared knew he had her. As he massaged her l tit in his hand he found the nipple and gently rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. Jared smiled as Barbara gasped as her nipple quickly stiffened and he leaned forward and lightly kissed her. Barbara remembered her manager Terry's rules: her first job was to lead Jared on and get him to order a second bottle of champagne. She kissed Jared back and then broke the kiss and rested her forehead on his. Jared could taste her red lipstick on his tongue. Barbara moved her hands down to Jared's leg and gently squeezed his hardening cock between his jeans: "If you're trying to turn me on, you're doing a great job." Jared squeezed her exposed tit harder. Then he kissed his MILF neighbor again and slowly forced his tongue past her sweet full lips. Barbara resisted until Jared pushed harder with his thumb at her pussy though her panties. He had found a spot and the tight circles with his thumb had started making her very wet. As she moaned involuntarily her mouth opened just enough to allow Jared's tongue in. Now they kissed more passionately as Barbara rubbed Jared's cock though his jeans and allowed Jared to suck her tongue into his mouth. Jared broke the kiss while rubbing her hard, red, ripe nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "I've dreamed of this for a while," Jared whispered. Then he kissed her again, even harder. Whatever desire she had to resist melted away as Barbara allowed Jared to explore her body however he wanted. Slowly, gently, Jared turned Barbara around so he was behind her. Barbara leaned back and spread her legs as Jared gently assaulted her neck with small bites and kisses and then moved his mouth to her ears before working across her naked shoulders as her auburn hair splayed down over her back. Barbara's body was tingling as she surrendered to the eighteen year old. His hands roamed freely up and down her naked front, gently cupping and massaging and squeezing the breasts he had dreamed about for so long. Jared pulled Barbara back into his body, kissing the side of her cheek and then straining to kiss her mouth and slip his tongue in while behind her. Meanwhile his hands went down between her legs, gently slipping beneath her panties and stroking the fine golden public hairs that were by now dripping wet. Barbara Gets a Job at a Strip Club Ch. 02 This is chapter two of my story about an upscale, suburban housewife who goes to work in s strip club to pay the bills when her husband is unexpectedly arrested and bond is denied. Although she went to work as a hostess, she was asked to dance and strip on her second night when the club was busy and a few dancers had called in sick. To make matters worse, or perhaps not worse, the 19 year old son of her next door neighbor sees Barbara in the club and takes her into the champagne room where he propositions her after giving her several intense orgasms while performing oral sex upon her. Barbara Blaine got home sometime after 6:00 am. The club closed at 4, and the money she earned was not calculated until after 5:00 am. Then she tipped out to the waitstaff and doormen and bouncers and finally left the club. Still wearing her revealing club clothes because she did not expect anyone to see her at this early hour, Barbara walked to her front door in her high heels and once inside dropped her bag, stripped off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor as she walked, and took a long hot shower. After the shower Barbara poured herself a small vodka and grapefruit juice and lay on her bed in a towel. Having re-started her habit in the smokey club, she lit a cigarette and examined her options. She had made over fifteen hundred dollars, although Jared, her next door neighbor, was responsible for the majority of that. She couldn't expect to have clients order two bottles of champagne every shift she worked. However, even on a slow night as a hostess she had earned eight hundred dollars and if she did that three or four nights a week, she would have more than enough to pay her bills and get caught up as well. On the other hand, her experience with Jared was nothing short of earth shaking. He had taken control of her and caused her to have intense orgasms. She loved her husband and had remained faithful to him during the various ups and downs of their marriage. They had raised two children who were now out of the house and in college. At times their sex life had become boring and predictable, although her husband had made efforts to spice it up a bit with motorcycle rides on the weekends to bars out of town where Barbara would wear her short leather skirt and flirt a bit. What happened with Jared was something she had never even allowed herself to think about. If all that had occurred was her slutty and perhaps drunken behavior in the champagne room, she could forgive herself and write it off as a reaction to the stress of her situation as well as having a few too many glasses of champagne. But Jared had proposed more. He wanted to move in and pay her bills. He wanted her too cook for him and satisfy all his sexual urges. He wanted to fulfill a fantasy and she would be his object of desire. Jared was running his father's pawn shop and by the looks of it, he was doing very well. Jared's parents were off in Europe for the summer, so even if she allowed herself a summer fling, the details of their relationship would not become public until the end of August. The bigger question Barbara had was whether this was a step she wanted to take? Even if her husband was soon released and his case dismissed, she would have to account to herself for her behavior. Barbara sipped the last of her drink, stubbed out the cigarette and sat up. What was it exactly that caused her body to tingle when she thought of going to Jared? Was it the fact she was more than twice as old as him? Or that his body was tall and lean and taut and fresh and young? Was it the orgasms that washed over her body as he probed her with his tongue? Those were all factors she realized, but that was not what this was about she decided. Her going to Jared was about the feeling of unimaginable excitement that she felt as she sat close to Jared in the club, staring into his eyes as he toyed with her body. She recalled talking to him about her husband's case as he listened sympathetically while his hand slowly undid the strings on her top. It was the way he nonchalantly spoke with her as his hand, which he had slipped under her short skirt, relentlessly pushed and probed her inner thigh and beyond. For so long she had struggled trying to control everything- paying the bills, running the house, dealing with her husband's demands while in jail. She was tired of being responsible and in control. Then Jared had changed it all. Patiently he had touched and stroked and teased her into submitting to him. It was the submission and the total loss of control that had her at this moment hungering for Jared again, and she knew he was right next door, waiting. He would not call. She knew that. He would not knock on her door and grab her and fuck her. That was not his game. He would wait her out until she went to him. And feeling as she did, she knew she would go. Barbara sighed and got up and looked at herself critically in the mirror. She was trim and her stomach was firm, the product of pilates classes she could no longer afford. Her legs were tight from spinning classes, although her butt was a bit rounder than she would have liked and it sagged when she was naked. Arching her back she watched her breasts hang, but not too much. They were large at size 36 and she knew men stared at her when she wore tight shirts. She wore her auburn hair longer than most women her age, but that was the way she liked it. Barbara felt like a school girl as she tore through her closet, pulling out clothes and outfits and then tossing them aside. Finally, she realized she was being stupid. If she went to Jared's house, she knew how it would end up. Barbara grabbed the clothes she was looking for and then tossed some jeans and a t-shirt in her gym bag and walked out the door. Her heart was pounding as she walked the few yards over to Jared's house. Some early rising neighbors might see her, but she was beyond caring. She walked up to the door and reached out and stopped- her hand clenched into a fist and posed to knock. What if he didn't answer the door? What if he came to the door having been woken up and wasn't expecting her? She would be embarrassed and ashamed. Barbara knocked. In her heart she knew none of those possibilities would occur. The few moments after she knocked passed slower than she would have liked, but then there was Jared, at the door, in a fresh t-shirt and pair of shorts. He had showered as well. Jared smiled and Barbara knew he had suffered no doubts about whether she would come to him. Barbara walked in but Jared stopped her at the door. She was wearing an old robe tied at the waist. WIth his front door open, and while staring into her eyes, Jared reached down and undid the robe and pushed it to the floor. Barbara stood there in a black sheer negligée, her large breasts straining the top of the lingerie, the hem of the negligee hanging just below her ass. Jared stared at her, his eyes drinking in her pure sexiness. Barbara stood there feeling more naked than she had at the club when she was dancing for money. Both of them were experiencing the intenseness of the moment. It was the naughtiness of what she was doing that Barbara realized was exciting her. She had stood in this living room dozens of times, always fully dressed, never standing to present herself to a young lover. Jared closed the door and the two were alone. Barbara's mouth was dry and she didn't trust herself to talk but finally she tried. "You like?" she was able to say without betraying her nervousness although her voice was dry and strained. Jared nodded and took her hand and led her silently to his bedroom. Barbara's senses were alive. She could smell Jared's freshness from the shower, a whiff of his soap, his scent, and she could feel his lust. Once in the bedroom Jared quickly peeled off his shirt and then turned to face her. His hands went to her shoulders and then down her back. One hand found the small of her back and he drew her close and they kissed. Barbara quickly opened her mouth. Unlike their first kiss in the club where Jared had to work a bit before she let his tongue in her mouth, she urgently sought his tongue and violently twisted her tongue around his. WIth their bodies pressed close together, Barbara felt Jared's manhood stiffen and press into her. Jared had not removed any of his clothes when they were in the champagne room, and he had spent the entire time pleasing her. Barbara was impressed with his self control, but even he must have a breaking point and she was determined to find it. They continued kissing, their passions causing their lips to urgently move and bite and suck, and then they would pull back, kissing slowly, their heads moving in unison, luxuriating in the knowledge that they had all the time in the world. Jared turned Barbara around and began to bite and kiss her neck. Despite her wanting to just melt into his arms and lose control, Barbara fought to keep her senses as she ran her hand behind her and felt Jared though his shorts. She took her index finger with her long manicured nail and ran it up under his shorts and onto his hard cock, lightly pulling one testicle away from his leg. She was rewarded with a moan as Jared enjoyed the freedom her finger gave him and the feel of her elegant finger and long nail on his penis. With her hand lightly teasing Jared under his shorts, Barbara allowed herself a small smile. "Two could play that game" she thought to herself. Eventually they tumbled on to Jared's bed and Barbara's passion met Jared's hunger. For hours in the club Jared had lived out his fantasy, playing with a woman he had dreamed about, while not allowing himself any sexual release. Now Jared worked to make sure he would fully enjoy the moment he had never had any reason to expect would ever come. Barbara lay back in Jared's bed, her hair splayed out behind her, her arms over her head, her legs apart just enough. Jared crawled on top of her and easily entered her as his lover was sopping wet. Jared intertwined his hands into Barbara's, pinning her to the bed. The move was totally unnecessary since Barbara was squirming and bucking with pleasure and Jared could feel the heat between her legs. But the move was symbolic and erotic. Barbara could not leave if she wanted too, and both of them reveled in the eroticism of her surrender to her young lover. Jared moved quickly and Barbara gasped and felt herself orgasm. She knew she would not last long. Jared felt her muscles clench around him and he immediately slowed down, his thrusts long and slow. Jared moved some hair away from Barbara's face and the two of them stared into each others eyes as Jared took what he wanted. There were kisses and murmuring between Barbara and Jared, but it was her eyes that Jared was fixated on. As long as her eyes were open then Barbara was thinking of him. She could not escape who was doing this to her and above anything else, it was this acknowledgement of his mastery of her that Jared wanted. Slowly Jared leaned back and Barbara saw the muscles on his stomach flex. As he leaned back Jared pulled Barbara up so that in a moment she was straddling him although he had not laid down. The two of them remained locked with their hands wrapped around each other and their legs intertwined and Jared's eyes burrowing into Barbara's being. Nobody had ever fucked her like this. "I want you" Jared said softly. Barbara almost laughed. He had gone down on her in the champagne room of the strip club, exploring her most private area with his tongue and bringing her again and again to orgasm. Now she was in his bed, straddling him, while she was hot and wet and tight all around him. She had never been taken in such a complete way and yet he was telling her he wanted her. How much more can she give she thought to herself? "I...I am here," Barbara gasped. "I want more than that." Jared bounced Barbara up and down on his cock and she buried her head into his neck. Not getting the answer he wanted, Jared flipped Barbara over and positioned himself behind her. This was the fantasy he had played out in his mind many many times. Now it was coming true. Barbara quivered as she waited. She could feel herself literally dripping with anticipation. She had her eyes tightly shut. She almost felt like she should be praying. Jared approached Barbara from behind and she grabbed the covers and squeezed them tightly as she waited. And then she was taken. Jared thrust slow, then fast, then frantic, with his sweat dripping on to Barbara's back. The most Barbara could do was endure, as she squeezed the covers and sheets and arched her back and moaned. Jared let go of Barbara's hips for a moment and then grabbed a swinging breast in each hand. Then Jared started again. It was almost as if he was timing himself. The first thrusts took dozens of seconds as he slowly moved in and out. Then he quickened his pace. Faster, and harder, the woman of his dreams helpless and totally open to him. Jared squeezed Barbara's round, heavy breasts, balancing their weight in the pals of his hands as he rubbed her stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Jared had fantasized many times about taking his neighbor like this, holding tits he had stared at and tried to imagine, while plunging in and out of what had just days before been an impossibility. Barbara was on the edge again. Jared's deep strokes were hitting her G spot and she was building towards an earth shattering orgasm. She clenched her muscles. She moaned and cursed and told Jared through gritted teeth not to stop. And then he stopped. Jared pulled her hair and Barbara bucked like a horse trying to throw her bit. She arched her back and raised her head and cursed and gasped and nearly screamed. "Don't stop," Barbara pleaded. "I want you," Jared repeated. "Oh, please, please just fuck me," Barbara whispered. She was feeling desperate. "Tell me I have you." Jared slowly stroked once, pushing hard all the way in and grinding in pleasure as his groin met flush with her ass, and then slowly puling out, feeling all of her quivering insides as he moved. Barbara pulled her head forward and Jared let go of her hair, allowing her head to hang as he slowly pumped her. If this was a test of wills, Jared was determined to win. He started to think of baseball statistics so he wouldn't lose control and then he murmured "You are mine. You belong to me. Say it." Barbara was beaten. It was if Jared was reading her mind. Whatever thoughts she had of just fucking him and then going home were gone. Jared had her. She would give herself to him. "I am yours," Barbara whispered and Jared increased his rhythm, each stroke hitting a place she had never opened up to before. "I am yours," Barbara said louder as Jared moved quicker, but still with strength and control. "I...am...oh...shit...oh...I am yours," Barbara shouted as an orgasm washed across her. Then as it faded and Jared increased his intensity, Barbara had another orgasm, and finally ten minutes later another orgasm as Jared finally moaned and let loose and emptied himself into his woman. One more stroke and then one slow final stroke and Jared raised his head towards his ceiling in triumph, his hands cupping Barbara's breasts, and ecstasy pumping through his body as he quivered and shook and felt himself go. This moment was how he wanted to remember their first encounter, his triumph and victory and his enjoyment of the spoils. He would remember this moment for the rest of his life. Done and spent, Jared collapsed, his weight pushing Barbara down underneath him. They lay like that for several minutes, each of them too exhausted to move, their sweat dripping down onto the bed, their hot bodies glistening from their sex. Finally Jared rolled off of Barbara and pulled himself out of her. They both moaned. Jared reached around and pulled Barbara close to him, cuddling her and cupping one large breast in his hand as he nuzzled her neck, burrowing through her hair wet with sweat until he reached the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder. Barbara was fair skinned as her auburn hair was streaked naturally with red. Her shoulders were lightly freckled and Jared kissed a few of her freckles and then lightly bit down on her neck and Barbara smiled contentedly. Let him mark her, she thought, she belonged to him. Together they fell asleep. A few hours later Jared was awake and staring at the ceiling. Barbara had rolled over and she was sleeping on her back. Jared could see one naked breast lying flat across her chest, her areola visible in the small light filtering in through the windows. Jared was not a stud on his college campus. He knew he had a good body that women desired. He was on the swim team and an athlete and he knew women looked at him with desire from the stands or when he went to the beach in the summer. But Jared had never had the confidence to act. He would freeze in situations when women approached him, stuttering or saying something stupid and garbled and eventually the women would walk away, shaking their head in disappointment. He had not wanted to go to the strip club the other night, but a few of his friends from college were in town and he had promised them a good time. Then he had seen Barbara standing by the bar, smoking a cigarette and looking so very sexy. He was sure it was her, although she had initially denied it. It had all made sense. The whole neighborhood knew Barbara's husband had been arrested for stock fraud and that he had been denied bond. Before he could stop himself, he had approached his sexy neighbor, the thought of her needing money giving him the confidence he usually lacked. Jared had surprised himself in the strip club. He was never aggressive with women, and it was like another person was controlling him as he stroked and teased Barbara and slowly took control of her body. After his encounter with the woman of his fantasies in the champagne room, Jared had told Barbara to come to his house and then he had left the club. The whole way home Jared second guessed himself as to whether she would come to him. In the end Jared decided that he won only if she came to him. If he called, if he went to her house, he gave up his edge and would lose control. Maybe even if waited a day and then called her he would still have an opportunity to fuck her. But deep down Jared knew that he wanted more. Maybe she would just propose a monetary solution to her problems and his desires. Jared thought he could live with that. He would have her meet him in hotels and motels dressed as he wanted to see her, and then he would fuck her to his heart's content and then they would part, only to meet again in a few days. Jared knew he could spend the summer fucking Barbara as his paid whore to his heart's content. But that was not what Jared really wanted. Jared wanted Barbara and he wanted her to surrender to him. As he lay there in bed listening to her slow breathing Jared knew his every wish had come true. Barbara had given herself to him. She had come to him and surrendered. Later today he would take Barbara to her house and have sex with her on her bed. He would bring his clothes with him. Her house would become his house. Her body would be fully exposed to him whenever he wanted. Jared would play with her breasts as he watched TV. He would randomly pull out one of her tits and ask her not to put it back into her shirt. He would kiss her endlessly and explore her body slowly and make love to her on her couch, on her floor, on her bed, in her shower, and in her pool. Jared would mark her body with bite marks. Jared would find the positions that caused Barbara to cum the hardest (although up to now she was multi orgasmic in any position he had tried) and he would work and plan to keep their sex life surprising, situations unexpected. It was if all of Jared's endless fantasies that he had about Barbara had come instantly back to his consciousness. The trick now Jared decided, was to pace himself and enjoy each moment for the exquisite sexual excitement that he knew she shared with him. Barbara Gets a Job at a Strip Club Ch. 02 Barbara awoke sometime after noon and heard Jared in the shower. She stretched and smiled contentedly and then went into the bathroom as Jared was toweling off. Barbara silently stood on her tiptoes and kissed Jared and then she went into the shower. A few minutes later as Barbara came out and with a towel wrapped around her, she found Jared sitting on the edge of his bed wiping his hair with a towel. Barbara remembered what Jared had said to her in the club. She walked over to Jared and kneeled before him. Looking up and smiling, she ran her hands under his towel and found what she was looking for. Silently, without saying a word, she bent her head and began to kiss him. She ran her tongue up and down his length, and then she took him into her mouth. "I want you to suck my cock every morning," Jared had told her in the club as he propositioned her. Now Barbara was playing her part. He would take care of her and her bills and he would never, ever be sexually unsatisfied again as long as they were together. Slowly Barbara worked, looking up at times and staring into Jared's eyes. At other times she looked closely at his cock, carefully kissing every inch of it as if this were the most important thing she had ever done. Barbara licked and sucked and then nibbled on his inner thigh. It had been so long she had ever wanted to do this. She couldn't recall ever wanting to taste a man and swallow his cum, but now that is just what she did as Jared let himself go between her luscious lips as she sucked while running her tongue on the underside of his cock. For a moment Barbara kept her head in Jared's lap and allowed him to stroke her hair. Then she stood up, her towel wrapped around her waist, Barbara was naked from the waist up. Standing over Jared, her breasts swayed as Barbara smiled while Jared groaned and lay back down on his bed, satisfied and spent. Barbara ran her hands over Jared's chest and stomach. "Hungry?" she asked. "Yes," Jared said simply. "Then come out in a few minutes and I will have breakfast for you." Barbara walked away. She could feel Jared watch her. A few minutes later Jared was sitting at the kitchen table watching Barbara, half naked, cook for him. "I want you to cook for me in an apron with nothing on underneath so I can come from behind you and fuck you in the kitchen as you cook for me," Jared had told Barbara in the club. Barbara had remembered it all, every fantasy, every desire. She had given herself to Jared and now her job was a simple one: to make sure he didn't regret his decision. To satisfy Jared and take care of him as best she could, while he took care of her as she needed him too. It all seemed so simple. Her husband was the furthest thing from her mind as she sat down to eat with her young lover. Barbara Gets a Job at a Strip Club Barbara was in ecstasy, her body was quivering. She could not remember the last time her body was tingling like this. Jared's fingers, wherever he let them roam, were driving her crazy. Just as she felt she was about to cum Jared stopped and she let out a loud moan. Then Jared was slipping out from behind her on the couch and laying her down on it. Barbara started to protest and Jared kissed her softly. Then he moved down and kissed her neck and then the top of her chest and finally his lips stopped at a nipple as his tongue swirled around her areola. Meanwhile his hands had pulled down her panties and his fingers were slipping in and out of her. After several moments on her tit, Jared continued his downward travels, kissing beneath her tits and then across her smooth and flat stomach and then finally down below her belt line which caused her to moan and shudder. Just the thought of what Jared was threatening to do, along with his fingers which had found her G spot was causing her to orgasm. Jared lifted his head up and a moment and smiled. Barbara was laying down, her hands above her head, her legs spread. She was naked and she was his. Jared put his head back down and went for her pussy. He nibbled on her inner thighs causing Barbara to quiver and raise her hips and open her legs even more. She wanted Jared's tongue inside her and she grabbed his head and pulled him towards her. Once Jared's tongue entered her, Barbara began to orgasm again and again. Just as one orgasm waved washed across her and stopped, another wave came crashing down causing her to moan and shudder and dig her long nails into her teen lover's muscular back. Jared was in heaven as his tongue controlled Barbara. He had never had a woman respond to him the way Barbara was responding, and he was determined to wring every possible orgasm out of her pussy. Eventually Barbara couldn't take it anymore. "Please baby," she gasped, "no more. Stop." Just for fun Jared flicked his tongue across her clit and sucked it as one final massive orgasm rocked the MILF of his dreams. Jared looked up. Barbara had her eyes rolled back into her head. She was panting as her body was jelly and not responsive to her commands. Whatever Jared wanted to do to her she was powerless to resist. He had taken control over her and she was now his. Slowly her last orgasm faded and she opened her eyes and managed to say "no more." Jared laughed and sat up and took a sip of champagne. He pulled Barbara up. She was limp in Jared's hands and her body slumped against his. Jared held a flute of champagne up to her lips and even though her head was swimming, she drank deeply as she struggled to regain her senses. Jared kissed her and she hungrily kissed him back. She wanted him in every way. Nothing else mattered. "I can't even stand....Nothing like that has ever ...." Barbara couldn't even finish a sentence. Jared went to stand up but Barbara pulled him back. "No," she hissed, "don't leave me." Jared put his arm around his MILF and ran his hand down her naked back, admiring the definition of her muscles and her rib cage and the silky softness of her hair. "She was really in great shape," Jared thought to himself. Barbara was clinging to Jared. "What time is it?" she asked. She still hadn't been able to get her eyes to focus. "Almost 2 am,"Jared said. "Shit. My shift isn't over until 4:00. I'm not sure I can walk out there yet after what you did to me." Jared stroked her neck and shoulders and a shriver ran down her spine. "I can buy another bottle. That will buy us another hour." Before Barbara could answer there was a knock at the door. She hurriedly reached for her clothes but not before the waitress came in who smirked when she saw the older woman rushing to put on some clothes. "Looks like someone had some fun," she smirked. Jared pulled out the Amex Black card his father had for the business. "Another bottle. We're not done yet." The waitress smiled and nodded and hurried off to get another bottle and set up for the couple. Barbara was sitting on the couch with her black skirt on but without her panties and without her vest on. Jared admired her large round natural breasts as Barbara lit a cigarette to steady her nerves. He walked back to the couch and put his arm around Barbara. "That was special," he whispered to her. Barbara nodded. "You may not believe this, but that is not something I have ever done, or to be more exact, allowed to ever happen to me. I'm not a slut." Jared rubbed her shoulder. Then he kissed her. "I want to take this beyond the club." Barbara didn't trust herself to speak so she just kissed her young lover again. Then she nuzzled her nose against his and stared into Jared's eyes: "Could she trust him?" she thought to herself. "What do you have in mind" she finally said. "My parents are gone to Europe for the summer. I want to move in. I'll take care of your mortgage and all expenses." Barbara took a deep breath. This was the answer to her prayers. Jared obviously had the money from work at his father's pawn shop to take care of her. But could she take him into her home? The home and the bed she had shared with her husband for so long? "I...I'm not ..." before she could finish the sentence Jared kissed her again and squeezed her tit. "Shssh," he said. "I will take care of everything. You will take care of me." Barbara nodded silently and then remained quiet as the waitress came in with their second bottle of champagne and set up. When the waitress left Jared continued: "All I want from you is to cook and clean and let me have you however and whenever I want. If I want you to wear a super tight pair of Brazilian jeans and high heels and no shirt all day as I play with your tits, you will do it. If I want you to go out with me in super tight shorts and high heels and a bikini top so I can show you off to my friends, you will do it. I will probably want a blow job every morning before I go to work. If I send you a text to be wearing an apron in the kitchen and high heels and nothing else, I expect to find you like that when I come home from work so I can take you from behind. In short, you will allow me to explore and fulfill all my sexual fantasies with you in exchange for me taking care of you." Barbara found herself nodding even though she wasn't sure she wanted this. Then Jared took her in his arms. "But beyond all the sex, what happened here tonight was special. I think we could have serious feelings for each other." Jared was staring into her eyes and gently stroking her cheek. Barbara felt as if he could see right through her. She was quivering. She realized she desperately wanted Jared in more ways than they had shared tonight. She wanted to suck him off every morning. She wanted him to mount her like an animal. She wanted to sashay around partially naked before him all day and keep him horny and then satisfy him. She wanted to spend all weekend in bed with him just kissing him and letting him play with her body. She wanted everything he was proposing and more. She kissed Jared softly and then more passionately, her mouth hungry for his tongue. "Yes," she whispered. "I want that. I want you."