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Jimmy's Whore

Fuck! You didn’t tell me there’d be that many people watching. So much for, “we’re only half-full tonight.” What the hell have I agreed to? Okay, I look the part and I can dance, but I’ve never performed burlesque. I barely know the routine and I’m not sure I possess the confidence to pull it off. What if they don’t like me? “Make it up if you forget the steps. Think sex. Pick someone in the audience and mentally seduce them.” That was Jess’ advice. Maybe that works for her but she’s been dancing at Jimmy’s Place for years. She knows how to tease the audience, every trick to tantalise…but me ? I’ve watched the dancers perform, I sort of know what to do, but I’m scared. “You could always imagine pleasing Jimmy out there on stage. I know that turns you on.” She had to mention your name, didn’t she? And she said it with a smirk on her face. Yes, Jess knows I’ll do anything for you. The thought of your hands touching my body, your tongue greedily lapping the juices from my dripping sex… “Psst…Janine, are you ready?” Am I ready for this? I don’t know. *** Jimmy’s a shit. I knew his reputation and vowed not to fall for his devilish charisma. All the girls wanted him, but not me. I was different. I needed Jimmy’s Place for money, cash to pay for my dance shoes and classes. I didn’t need Jimmy’s favour, didn’t want to join his harem of sluts dancing provocatively on his stage. I went to Jimmy’s Place to secure bar work, nothing more. I’d be scantily dressed, my tits and ass ...

... displayed, but not for sale. Jimmy didn’t allow customers to touch the waitresses and that suited me. With my morals intact, the money, good money, would pay for my lifestyle. That was the plan. Yet that very first evening you had me on my knees begging to suck your cock. How did you do that, Jimmy? How did I fall so easily? You’re not a good looking man; your nose is crooked, your hairline’s receding and your skin’s weathered with age. And yet there’s something irresistibly charming about you, a self-assured arrogance that draws your victims in, enslaving them. I was yours the second our eyes met; those deep brown eyes that looked straight into my soul and claimed it. I drowned in your gaze, ceased breathing as, eyes locked with mine, you took my hand and held it to your lips. Then you whispered, “I’ll own you before the night’s out.” Such conceit. I should have been revolted, pulled my hand away and turned my head. Instead my heart fluttered like a child at Christmas. The power you asserted over me was instant, binding. I’d do anything you asked. And when you requested proof of my loyalty, I knelt before you, eyes pleading. My mind whirled as I accepted your cock into my mouth. Logic battled against my sordid deeds as I licked, sucked, felt your hot meat swell, the veins throbbing against my tongue. And how I loved your taste, swooned at your scent. By the time you gave me your sweet cream, I was already yours. *** And tonight…as you bent me over your desk, your thick cock buried ...