Working/dancer
                                          Dancer
                    	God, it's a slow night, she thought.  Her G-string was not 
                 cooperating as she pulled it up her taut thighs.  Beside her lay 
                 the lace corset she was to wear.  I hate working weeknights, she 
                     grumbled aloud.  Fortunately, noone was around, otherwise 
                  Charlie might get wind, and fire her altogether.  Noone wants a 
                  dancer who can't get into the act.  She pulled the string high 
                into the crack of her ass, and admired herself in the mirror.  She 
                  ran her fingers down her bare cheeks, and smiled.  God, I look 
                  sexy, she thought.  The high heels seemed to make her long legs 
                    even more sultry and inviting.  Slowly, she stretched, and 
                  watched herself as her skin stretched and pulled.  Her breasts 
                   swayed free from any encumbering bra, and bobbed slightly as 
                    she righted herself. She grabbed the corset, and donned it, 
                 pulling tightly on the drawstrings.  Her breasts seemed to swell 
                    as the silk material bunched in around her, pushing them up 
                    and in.  A white dress- easily removable, was just what she 
                                   needed to complete the outfit.
                     	Then, her thoughts moved back to the crowd outside.  She 
                sighed, and felt a slight dejection.  There was noone, really, who 
                  seemed to get her in the mood.  But, that had happened before, 
                  and it would happen again.  It appeared as if she would have to 
                make the best of it as usual.  Being an erotic dancer wasn't easy, 
                              even if she did clear over $300 a night.
                     	The noise and commotion outside drew her attention once 
                   more, and she heard the DJ announce her name.  She walked out 
                  of the dressing room, and into the club.  She had managed that 
                   walk- the one that she knew would drive the men crazy- and it 
                   made her feel good to know that men were looking at HER.  She 
                  walked out on the stage, to a thumping beat.  Good.  Something 
                  to really move to.  She started twirling around on the lighted 
                  table, feeling the men's eyes on her body like physical hands.  
                   She was being made love to in every one of these men's minds, 
                 and she loved it.  It made her feel unbelievanbly sexy to be the 
                  object of so many men's desires.  In her perverse fantasies, a 
                    select group of four or five men would come up on stage and 
                                  take her, right then and there.
                     	She twirled around, and saw him.  He was there, sitting 
                right at the table, plucking out dollar bills from his pocket. She 
                    hadn't even taken off one piece of clothing, and yet he was 
                  ready.  She couldn't take her eyes off of him, his presence was 
                      that commanding.  Even so, there was a show to do.  She 
                    reminded herself, one must remain detached.  You are their 
                                       fantasies, that's all.
                     	The dress inched down her body, exposing the corset and 
                 her garter belt.  Soon, it had left her body completely, and she 
                kicked it aside with a slight gesture of her foot.  Instantly, she 
                    felt better.  There was someone worthing dancing to, and he 
                  would PAY.  As she moved, she felt herself getting warmer, and 
                  more comfortable with the dance.  She went over to one side of 
                   the table, opposite of where he was sitting.  She ground her 
                   crotch into the young man's face, humping the air.  She could 
                    see the embarrassment and anxiousness in his face, and then 
                smiled. He slid the dollar underneath the corset, afraid to put it 
                    inside the G-string.  She stood up, and bent over, her ass 
                    inviting a dollar bill from the young man's companion.  She 
                  looked straight ahead at the man at the other end of the table, 
                     and watched as he stared back at her, eyes crinkled as he 
                  smiled sardonically.  How cocky he is, she thought.  We'll see 
                   how he lasts.  She moved up and into the center of the table, 
                   and did a complete split, her back to him.  She knew that her 
                   ass could hold anyone's attention, and she was right.  As she 
                 spread herself on the cold table top, she felt better.  Her legs 
                   splayed apart, where she usually liked them, and only a small 
                   piece of fabric between her most private place, and him.  She 
                  rolled onto her back, and arched it, giving him a perfect view 
                   down the corset.  She opened her legs wide open, leaving her 
                 core open to the other side of the table.  Rolling onto her hands 
                   and knees, she crawled towards him, her back arching and her 
                 chest heaving.  She stood up just in front of him, and undid the 
                 corset ties.  The silk fabric fell away, and her exposed breasts 
                   tightened and smoothed.  All the while, she gyrated her hips 
                  towards him.  She bent her knees, and lay on her side in front 
                 of him.  She lifted a leg, and brought the high heel down behind 
                 the other one, allowing ample room for him to insert his dollar. 
                    He raised the dollar, and with his other hand, pulled the G-
                    string away from her body.  He wedged the dollar lower into 
                   her crotch.  When she looked at him, it happened.  He smiled, 
                  and opened his mouth.  His tongue came out and flicked at her.  
                        She gaped.  His tongue was at least six inches long!
                    	She started at him for a long time, unable to believe what 
                    she had just seen.  It was the first time she had ever been 
                     shocked like that at work, and she had seen a lot.  More 
                    importantly, she felt something that scared her.  Something 
                       inside of her wanted that tongue, and wanted it NOW. 
                  Immediately, she felt her juices flowing, and realized that she 
                       had to get off the stage, or otherwise it might prove 
                                           embarrassing.
                      	Somehow she managed to get up, gather her things, and 
                    walk calmly down the stairs into the dressing room.  On her 
                   way in, she told Mike, the bouncer, to have the man come into 
                 the room after her.  He protested at first, but her pleading look 
                                     finally made him give in.
                      	She went into her dressing room, and heard a knock on 
                  the door.  She told whoever it was to come in, and sure enough, 
                                  he was there.  She waved him in.
                   	"Follow me," she said.  He follwed her into a closet, where 
                they kept the outfits which the ladies wore.   In the closet, there 
                 was a shelf. She sat upon it, and raised one leg beside her.  "If 
                   you're going to wave that thing around, you might as well use 
                  it."  He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She put her hands 
                    on his head, and guided it down to her pulsing core.  Her G-
                   string was already soaked, and the thin fabric running up and 
                           through her crotch was making her even hotter.

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                    	He knelt down and kissed her through the tiny fabric.  He 
                  grabbed her ass with his hands, and positioned her on the edge 
                  of the shelf.  He pulled at the G-string with one hand, and by 
                 lifting her off the shelf was able to remove the flimsy piece of 
                 material.  She pulled at his hair, to get going.  He flicked his 
                    tongue at her, and sure enough, it was as large as she had 
                   thought.  The first thing he did was smile at her completely 
                  shaved nakedness.  With such a small piece of costume, it made 
                            sense, but still it made life a lot easier.
                     	He ran the tip of his tongue up and over her slit, never 
                   touching it, but simply running circles over and around.  She 
                raised her other leg onto the shelf, and thrust her pelvis into his 
                 mouth.  With one long lick, he licked the back of her love canal, 
                  the small portion of skin between her ass and pussy, up through 
                her slit, and rested on her clit.  She almost screamed, but caught 
                 herself just in time.  Her legs, however, couldn't remain poised 
                 on the shelf.  They slid down into a perfect split on the shelf, 
                                 and she leaned back into the wall.
                      	Without using his hands and only his tongue, he opened 
                   her lips wider, and spread them apart.  He ran his tongue up 
                  one lip, and down the other, pausing in the middle, encircling 
                 her clit. As he did, she shuddered.  She knew that it wouldn't be 
                 long before she came; it never was.  Grinding her groin in men's 
                       faces had long prepared her for this.  Then he did it.
                      	He flattened his tongue, and lapped up her pussy.  The 
                 extra area touched all of her parts, and her eyes fluttered open 
                   in ecstasy.  He looked up at her, and when she looked down on 
                 him, he showed her his tongue in full length.  She watched as he 
                  rolled it, and then returned his attention to her hole. In one 
                 thrust, he forced it inside of her.  It was too much.  She gasped 
                  as it reached inside of her.  It was so damn long! Somehow, he 
                  managed to make licking motions inside of her, and she lost all 
                     control.  She was coming violently, grabbing his head and 
                   pushing it into her, making his tongue go as far as it could.
                        	He flattened his tongue inside her, and made more 
                  lapping motions.  He caressed places inside her body she didn't 
                  even know existed.  She felt her muscles groping and pulling at 
                  his tongue, stretching it inside of her.  He rotated his tongue 
                 around her inner walls, licking violently.  Her  orgasm was soon 
                  followed by another, just as powerful.  His tongue had explored 
                  her just as deeply as it would have had it been a dick, and she 
                        collapsed after her second orgasms finally subsided.
                     	He wasn't finished, however.  He started licking her up 
                 and down her slit, caressing her now full, pouty lower lips.  He 
                   flicked the tip of his enormous tongue at her clit, making it 
                 protrude slightly from her inner folds.  Then, he closed his lips 
                   around it, and sucked gently.  She gasped once more, and even 
                   cried out when he started to run his tongue over it inside his
                                              mouth. 
                     	She was still leaning back, her ass almost entirely over 
                    the shelf edge now.  He finished playing with her clit, and 
                   started running his tongue around her muscles leading to her 
                hole.  Quickly, he thrust his tongue in and out of her hole, every 
                  once and a while deliving completely inside, teasing her. Each 
                       thrust was met by an equally urgent push by her hips.
                     	He ran his tongue back down her love canal, and focused 
                 on her tight asshole.  He ran his tongue gently over it, and ran 
                  back up to her clit, then back down.  She worried briefly about 
                    what he was doing, but reminded herself that being a dancer 
                      required her to be clean- everywhere.  Besides, he was 
                  definitely enjoying himself, and she definitely didn't want him 
                                              to stop.
                   	He carressed her asshole with the flat of his tongue, until 
                  she relaxed.  By prying her muscles with the tip of his tongue, 
                  he was able to inch his way in.  Her eyes shot open, as she had 
                     never felt this before.  This was something new!  Her ass 
                  muscles automatically tried to close, but each time his tongue 
                  provided pleasurable resistance.  Soon, she was able to control 
                   her muscles somewhat, constricting and relaxing, constricting 
                 and relaxing, drawing him in and pulling him out.  He thrust his 
                      tongue in and out of her this way, concentrating on her 
                    entrance, knowing that it was definately the most sensitive.
                    	As his tongue lived within her ass, she felt vaguely aware 
                    of a completely alien sensation. Deep within her, where she 
                  could not tell, she felt the beginnings of something powerful. 
                   She reached down between her legs with both hands.  With one 
                   hand, she played with his hair.  With the other, she ran her 
                fingers over her clit.  She massaged her clit with one finger, and 
                thrust three others into her whole.  But still, his tongue explored 
                   her ass, and still she felt the coming onslaught of something 
                                            unfamiliar.
                      	Deep inside her, it came.  It rocked her whole entire 
                   body.  At the same time, her whisking fingers caused another 
                    orgasm, but it was two different sensations.  She had heard 
                   about anal orgasms, but never believed it possible.  Now, she 
                   was experiencing one of her own, and making a clitoral orgasm 
                   at the same time!  Her eyes rolled back into her head as her 
                    entire lower body seemed as if it wer about to explode.  He 
                 continued thrusting his tongue in and out of her body, while she 
                 fingered herself into oblivion.  All at once, she came.  Her own 
                    fingers were being sucked into her slit by her grabbing and 
                 pulsating pussy, and she felt her muscles twitch and grab at his 
                  tongue. Every feeling seemed to feed upon itself.  The orgasms 
                   never seemed to go away.  Her moans were quite loud, now, but 
                   she didn't care.  She was lost among a sexual experience she 
                                      hadn't even dreamed of.
                    	Fatigued, she fell asleep.  She did not know when, but she 
                    did not remember her body slowing down.  When she awoke, he 
                    was gone, but she was left with the vague sensations which 
                                     lingered between her legs.
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