Strip
A Quickie By Stella Kingston
Laid
off from her job as project manager at GKS and on her last dime,
Sally Anderson is desperate for a job to avoid eviction. When she
spots a vacancy at a downtown strip-club she grabs the opportunity
and attends the audition. Her old boss at GKS undressed her with his
eyes every day, anyway. How much worse could it be?
Jack
Davis cringes when he sees Sally's atrocious audition at his father's
strip club. But part of him stands up and takes notice! Sally may not
be stage worthy in his father's opinion, but she's got what it takes
to take centre stage in his fantasies – and he plans to seduce the
tantalizing blonde into taking on the staring role.
Warning!
This story of 2,000 words contains explicit, naughty sex.
NB: Stella is a British author and writes in the same tongue she uses to talk dirty. Her writing is riddled with quaint spellings and Britishisms.
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Prologue
"I'll call you." Avoiding eye contact with her, he dropped her resume onto a pile of others.
The familiar line numbed her. If only any one of the people she'd heard it from called. Why had she thought this interview would be different? She'd researched the company, re-written her resume to suit the job description and scoured the CEO's Twitter feed, but somehow it wasn't enough. She nodded and stood up, carefully pushing her chair under the table before turning and walking out of the HR office. She strode briskly down the hall, as if she had somewhere to go, something important to do other than sulk at home.
Sally had one week to pay the first payment of many to the credit card company before they sent a bailiff to seize her possessions. Her apartment would be next. She exited the office building and ran down the stairs into the subway scraping through the doors of the train before they shut. She spotted a free seat and picked up the newspaper on it before sitting down.
It was folded open on the jobs section.
She scanned the page and shook her head; she'd contacted most of the companies offering management roles. Many of them had already found employees and were just posting the ad publicly for legal reasons.
One ad in colour jumped out at her. It requested 'cocktail waitresses'. The cartoon of a woman in raunchy underwear told her differently. Could she work as a stripper? Her body probably wasn't good enough, but what if it was? She'd be able to make enough money on tips alone, and she wouldn't need to wait until the end of the month to get paid.
Sally exited the subway, and tapped the number into her cellphone, hesitating for just a second before hitting 'call'.
"Yes?" A male voice answered.
Should she try to sound sexy? Maybe she should have rehearsed? Too late now. "Hi, I saw your advert in the newspaper. I'd like to apply as a . . . cocktail waitress?"
"Okay, come to the audition tonight." He gave her the address.
She scribbled it down on the back of a receipt.
"Thank you."
But he'd already hung up.
Her hands shook as she returned her phone to her bag. She had less than an hour to get there.
She walked the half block to her house and went straight to her wardrobe. Desperately, she rummaged through the frumpy work clothes seeking something sexy. Something that would get her the job.
Her usual attire of suits and cocktail dresses wouldn't do. She decided to wear her sexiest work clothes, a simple white shirt, a dark grey pinstriped pencil skirt with a long slit up the back and black stilettos. Luckily, she had a thing for sexy underwear and easily picked out hot red Brazilian panties and a matching bra.
After dressing and checking herself in the mirror, she glanced at the clock, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door.
The Interview
Upon arrival, a bouncer pointed her to the back of the empty strip club. She followed his directions and made a last minute decision to pull the pins out of her blonde up-do.
It dropped in soft waves down past her shoulders.
A short queue of four women stood in sky-high heels outside the office. There were no chairs.
The first one, a brunette wearing a miniskirt and cami could have been a supermodel. She gave Sally a sideways glance and watched her pass. Another had a mop of fizzy blonde hair and a tight black dress hung off her bony frame. The third woman appeared to be a seasoned stripper with platinum blonde hair, bolt-on tits and clear plastic shoes; she wore a bored expression and ignored Sally totally. The last had straight shoulder length medium brown hair and looked barely out of high school.
Sally walked past them and took her place at the end of the line, weighing her chances. Would her smallish breasts be good enough? Would he think her thighs we're too fat?
One by one, each of the women was called into the office, and each left with less of a spring in her step.
Finally, the man who she assumed to be the owner stuck his head round the door. "Okay, you're next."
She walked quickly, not wanting to keep him waiting.
The office contained a large desk and a couch. The pole in the middle of the room was the only telltale sign of the office's location in the basement of a strip club.
The man appeared to be in his late fifties. His grey hair was extremely short.
She sat down in the chair in front of the desk.
"What are you doing? I didn't tell you to sit down."
Embarrassed, she stood quickly.
He sat back in his leather swivel chair. "Well?"
She looked around the room. Did he expect her to bust some moves on the pole? That wasn't going to happen. She turned back to him in bewilderment.
"Strip."
"Oh, okay, yes of course." Slowly she put her handbag down on the floor beside her.
There was a knock at the door.
He turned to it. "Come in."
A tall man with broad shoulders stepped into the room. He glanced at her as he closed the door behind him.
"Jack, I'm glad you're here. You should be holding these auditions."
Jack rolled his eyes.
The owner ignored him and pointed to the floor next to his chair. "Come here son."
Jack walked over to stand behind the desk, running his hand through his mocha hair and watching Sally as he leaned against the wall.
Her heart sped up. What if neither of them thought her body was good enough? She'd be a laughing stock.
The owner turned back to her. "Come on, let's get this over with."
Sally glanced from him, to his son and down to the floor before reaching her hands round her back and fumbling with the zip on the her skirt, pulling it down and stepping out of it. Her heel caught in the lining and she bent down to dislodge it.
The owner stared at her, as if to say, 'Are you serious?'
Jack looked amused.
Finally, her skirt came free and she shoved it to the side before standing.
Her nipples hardened as she unbuttoned her shirt hastily. Nerves made her fumble with the buttons more than she usually would. Finally, she slipped the shirt off her shoulders, dropped it on top of her skirt and stood before both men in her underwear.
The owner looked at his watch. "Turn around."
Hoping, they'd be pleased with what they saw, she turned slowly, looking back at them.
"No, you won't do. You have cellulite and no tits."
She had cellulite? She looked down at her butt, trying to determine exactly what cellulite he was talking about and making a mental note to buy a full length mirror once she had the money.
"Either one I could tolerate, but both together makes you a liability." He stood abruptly. "Jack, contact Lisa and tell her to start tomorrow." He handed Jack a slip of paper. "We're opening in twenty minutes, I need to go and brief the girls upstairs."
Jack nodded and sat down at the desk.
The owner walked out the door, shutting it behind him and leaving her alone with Jack.
Somehow she was more nervous alone with him than she had been with both of them. Cautiously, she bent and picked her clothes off the floor.
Jack watched her from the desk. "I don't see any cellulite."
She laughed. "Thanks. I wouldn't be surprised."
He kept staring at her butt. Was he really still looking for cellulite?
She pulled on her skirt. That solved that problem.
"Take your skirt down."
"What? . . . Why?"
He stood and walked around the desk toward her. "Because it looks better like that."
She froze, unsure of what to do. This guy saw naked women all the time. Why would he want to see her now officially cellulity butt?
He approached her and put a hand on her tummy before reaching his other to pull her skirt down.
It dropped to the floor.
He swept his hand over her butt and squeezed it, admiring it before slapping it.
Sharp pain shot through her and her butt smarted where he'd hit her. She gasped. "Ow."
He laughed. "You're practically a virgin."
"No, I'm not . . . "
"You don't belong here. What do you do?"
"I'm, well, I was a project manager."
"Really? We need a manager. Send me your resume." He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a card.
"Oh, thank you." She took it and hesitated for a second before reaching down to put it in her handbag.
He squeezed her ass again as she did. "Damn . . ."
Anger flashed through her. Who did he think he was? She righted herself and turned to him.
He grasped her naked waist.
Panicking, she pushed down on his strong hands, but it was no use. "What are you playing at?"
He shrugged. "I like a good girl with a naughty side."
He had her all wrong. "I'm only here for the money."
He shook his head a little. "No, I think you actually want to be a stripper."
"That's rather presumptuous of you."
A sly smile spread across his lips.
She looked at him with concern. What was he playing at?
He stroked his hand across her tummy and dipped his fingers into her panties.
She gasped and pulled at his forearm in vain.
He watched her eyes as his fingers slipped over her smooth pussy lips and into her slick folds.
A triumphant grin spread across his face as he pulled his sticky fingers from her panties and showed her the evidence of her arousal. "Stripping got you wet."
She swallowed. It turned her on, she couldn't dispute that.
"You like being naughty . . . Just think how wet naughty sex would get you."
She looked at him puzzled. "What do you mean naughty sex?"
He leaned forward, pulling her almost naked body to his fully clothed one. "I think I'd better show you."
Her body buzzed with anticipation as she looked up at him. She should say no, but her lips didn't move.
"You've never had sex in an interview?" He undid her bra.
She shook her head.
Her bra fell to the floor revealing her small round breasts and hard rosy pink nipples.
"On your new boss's desk?" He pushed her back toward the desk and lifted her butt onto it.
She couldn't believe she was doing this at all. She gripped the edge of the desk for support.
"With his son?" He tugged her panties aside and stuck his fingers into her.
The sudden friction caught her off guard and she moaned a little. God, she couldn't show him how turned on this made her.
He smiled, appearing pleased with her reaction. "With the door unlocked?"
A shiver ran down her spine. No, she'd never had sex outside of the safety of her bedroom. Would his dad return? She quickly glanced at the door and then back to look at him.
The huge bulge in his jeans told her that he had no problem with the idea of someone walking in on them.
He pulled his fingers out of her and ripped open the buttons of his fly.
Her pussy ached for the void they left to be filled.
He eased his huge cock from his jeans.
Her eyes widened a little at the sight of it, but she said nothing and quickly re-directed her gaze to his face.
He pulled a condom out of his pocket and tore open the wrapper then slid it down his shaft before stepping closer to her and positioning it, ready to push in.
She watched him, waiting for the inevitable.
He gripped her waist and plunged into her.
She gasped as if she'd had ice cold water poured over her, squeezing his arms in an attempt to redirect the intense pleasure/pain that came with every movement of his cock in her.
He pulled out then filled her as far as she could take him, only to withdraw again and ram his cock back into her.
Her pussy stretched with each thrust. She yelped and moaned, moving her hands behind her on the desk to hold her up.
He set a steady pace, watching her face, seeing how much she could take.
Her arms weakened with the powerful sensations running through her. She couldn't hold herself up much longer. She fell back on the desk, groaning in acknowledgment of her surrender.
He put one hand on her tummy and rubbed her clit with the other.
No, he couldn't do that. She protested, clawing at his hands.
He ignored her protests and worked her clit harder.
Her body jolted with every movement of his fingers. The intensity almost hurt. Her moans grew louder and less controlled.
He pumped into her, moving his fingers over her clit.
Jolts of pleasure shot through her. Her muscles spasmed and her back arched against the desk. She couldn't come in front of a total stranger like this. "No. No . . ."
He laughed and kept going.
She grabbed the desk above her head and wailed into her shoulder, screaming and writhing as she came.
Jack held her down by her hips and pumped into her harder and faster until finally he hunched over her as he came. He held his cock in her, leaning over her body with his hands on the desk beside her.
Seconds later, he righted himself and buttoned up his jeans. His voice was husky but controlled. "That's naughty sex. Get back to me on the management role."
She was too dazed to offer more than a faint moan in response.
He walked out of the office.
–The End–
Bonus Sample from Vacation Whore
In this story, Max, an arrogant dominant male takes full advantage of Carla, an adventurous, slightly naive girl who's desperate to make a good first impression. After weeks of chatting online, Max invites Carla to an exotic getaway for an overnight 'first date'.
Excerpt:
He took her hand under the water and held it against his hard cock.
Excitement rushed through her. She opened her mouth seductively as she looked up at him. "Oh dear," She teased and glanced back to the beach. "I guess that could be a problem. What are you going to do about it?"
He took her waist and slowly turned her to face the horizon, pulling her hips to his. His hard cock nestled between her cheeks.
Little jolts of electricity shot through her. Her breathing quickened.
He kissed the hair over her ear. "What do you think I'm going to do about it?"
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