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But I have to. Closing my eyes, I let the music flow through my body and take control as I step toward the edge of the stage, shimmying and undulating. I run my hands up and down my curves in time with the music, and then slowly reach around back to undo the strings of my bikini top. Soon, the triangles of fabric have dropped away, and my big breasts are out, bouncing and jouncing to the delight of my customers. The tips are rose red and I pluck them suggestively as male hoots and hollers sound.
At first, it feels wrong. I shouldn’t let anybody other than Chris and Chase see my assets. But the cash is already beginning to flow, and as one man tucks a hundred into my g-string, I feel my reservations dissolving. At this rate, I’m going to contribute a lot to our household expenses, and it’s worth it.
Smiling naughtily, I move to my thong next. Twerking suggestively, I toy with the strings at my hip, teasing the men in the audience. But before taking it off, I reach down to the gusset and literally pull it to the side, giving them a flash of my pussy. Sure enough, a long, appreciative growl rises from the audience, and money begins raining on the stage floor again. That does it. I know what I need to do.
Turning around, I look over my shoulder and wriggle slickly, bouncing my ass for these men. Then, I undo the laces at the sides, and my thong slips off before floating gently to the stage floor. But I’m not finished yet. Slowly, I run my hands down my legs, bending over until everything’s showing from behind. But I need to make the big bucks, so I go even further. Placing one hand on each cheek, I pull the white orbs apart so that the men have a full view of my slick pussy and the pink drum of my asshole, so tight and tasty. To stoke the excitement, I wink both holes at the men flirtatiously, as if giving them a preview of what to expect.
That’s when it really starts to rain. Bills are falling so fast on the stage that it looks like a green hurricane, and I smile with gratification. Still bent over, I shake my tits through the vee of my legs, and the flurry of greenbacks only intensifies. But I’m going for the grand finale now. As the song draws to a close, I turn so that I’m facing the audience and sink to my knees suggestively before cupping my big breasts in my hand. Of course, my pussy is on display for the men looking on, and my curves feel like they’re on fire. Then with a wink and a nod, I slip my fingers into my mouth, getting them slick and lubed, and then slowly, lower myself to sit down on the stage, making sure to angle my backdoor onto my wet fingers. Yes, I’m anally penetrating myself for these men to see, and now the money’s coming so fast that I’m sure I’ll be able to pay rent for months on end.
When the music ends, the lights go off and I manage to stumble off stage as runners sweep the bills up for me. Mitchell greets me behind the curtains, his eyes wide.
“Holy shit, Missy!” he practically screams, frothing at the mouth. “You come back any night you want, girlie! You are solid gold!”
But I merely grab the cash, not even bothering to count it.
“Here,” I say, tipping him with a hundred. Then I press another Benjamin into the hands of the girl who lent me her shoes before struggling into my trench coat. “I appreciate the opportunity,” I call over my shoulder while dashing for the back door. “I’ll call you!”
“But what’s your number?” Mitch hollers, trying to be heard above the din. “You want to come back tomorrow? Or the night after that? Any time, Missy, any time!”
I merely giggle as I step out into the Krazy Kat’s parking lot. I did what I needed to so that my passionate menage can survive. But what happens when Chris and Chase find out that I danced nude for other men? After all, I’ve made so much that we’ll no longer be in financial hot water. But how will I explain our newfound riches, when it meant showing off my assets for other men to see?
10
Chase
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Chris is pacing around the apartment. The man’s a live wire of energy, filling the space with anxiety and worry while occasionally biting out a cuss word or two. I don’t blame him because it’s past one in the morning, and there’s still no sign of Patty. Where is our girlfriend? She never stays out this late, at least not without telling us. We’re not controlling. We’re just concerned for her safety and it’s driving us out of our minds.
