Jennie - Sex Stories

Jennie

... with pleasure and moaned. Then, her bra was cupped over her breasts and fastened in back. After she was fully dressed, a man came into the room and removed her blindfold. “You were fantastic! Would you be willing to be a regular?” he asked, as he handed her an envelope, thick with bills. “A ‘regular’?” she asked. “Yes. The audience loved your performance. You have a future in this business if you want to take advantage of it.” “Business?! I was kidnapped! I wasn’t here on my own volition!” “Well, perhaps. It’s rare that a beautiful woman like you would be fully aware of her sensuality without someone else bringing it to her attention. We just helped you realize just how sensuous you really are. And believe me, you ARE!” Jennie blushed, a warm glow flowing over her ears and throat. “What does ‘regular’ mean? How often? When? Are the actions always the same?” “All good questions,” he acknowledged. “Each performance can be individually choreographed. I’m sure you noticed you were not the only person on the stage. And while others are attractive to some extent, few women are as attractive as you are to so many. The dance tonight was a blockbuster and you had no prior say in what was done. And your response to stimulation - oh, my God, you were fantastic! The audience was going nuts! Because of that I’m giving you a percentage of the gate. All the others are on flat salaries.” “You’re paying me? I thought I was a captive. Hmmmnnn, what percent?” she asked, intrigued. “Twenty. In ...

... future, you and I would work out what the dance would be, choreographing every step, so you would be able to anticipate your contribution.” The thoughts that raced through Jennie’s mind caused her to glow. She felt her body beginning to tingle again and unconsciously squeezed her thighs tightly together while she felt her nipples stiffen. “Is there anything which you haven’t experienced but which seems like it might be fun?” he asked. Again, she reddened. “Well, I...” “Yes?” “Well, I’ve never been with a woman...” “Really? Well, you’ve not lived...yet,” he grinned. “Remember, at the end of tonight’s show you were massaged by a group of women? Remember how soft and gentle they were? Now picture that as a beginning but building in passion into solid lust - but still soft and gentle...well, you definitely have something to look forward to. Also, women know what makes another woman feel good - they really do!” “Could something like that be arranged for the next dance?” Jennie murmured softly. “Absolutely! Oh, and by the way, this a weekly affair. Every Friday night, the performances begin at eight o’clock sharp. That way, the audience can spend the weekend dreaming about you and acting out their own fantasy with their partner.” “Wow! After tonight I’m not sure I could wait for a whole week!” “That’s OK. Sometimes we need to have rehearsals, just to be sure we have all the timing down right, the right stage props, constructions and so forth. Tonight we used a platform we have used ...