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Missy adjusted the straps on the borrowed brassiere. LouLou was bustier than she, but it seemed to fit okay.
“I think you look just fine honey.”
Missy wasn’t sure about this see-through bra, she had never shown her tits before.
“First time for everything I guess.”
“Don’t be so nervous. Those jerks will all be drunk anyway, they’ll just love you. After you take your bra off just shake those sweet titties in their faces and the dollars will flow in. Commodities guys are the best.”
“I hope so, I’ve got to make rent for Charlie and me.”
“Well, Charlie has been doing a fine job on those nipples, honey, the guys will just love them,” purred LouLou. “Showtime, baby!”
Missy pranced into the front room of the suite and began her shimmy in front of the suits. She had forgotten which one the bachelor was. Oh fuck, I don’t know if I can do this. Some of them aren’t even looking at me. I don’t know this music, I must look like a fool. Squeezing her tits, Missy tried to look sexy. Now they were looking at her at least, and seemed excited, maybe her dancing wasn’t so bad. Terry always said she was a hot dancer, but he was fucking her so it was in his best interests to say that.
She kinda figured out which one was the man of the hour, zeroing in on him hoping she was right. “How about a little help with this bra, Baby?” She figured that sounded pretty sexy, and turning around sat on his lap, lifting her hair up, and wiggled on his cock. She could feel it through his pants and it kind of turned her on. “Do it, Greg!” The guys were getting into it now, as he unhooked the back freeing her breasts and reaching around to pinch her nipples. That shocked Missy and she jumped up and resumed her dancing, if you could call it that, moving about shaking her tits in front of each guy like LouLou said. Greg didn’t look happy. The music and her dance came to an end.
“Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her,” chanted the group and Missy froze, looking at Greg, then LouLou, then to her muscle Bobby, who was bored, nursing a beer in the corner. Greg stood up unzipping his pants.
“There’s no fucking tonight, but it’s time for a bachelor blowjob!” LouLou coming to Missy’s rescue, crossed the room dropped to her knees in front of Greg and began to suck his cock as the guys crowded around to watch. Rubbing the head of his penis on her nipples she stroked and sucked until he shot his load in her hand. Forty-six seconds, a new personal best for LouLou. Cindy was peeking out from the bedroom door. I’m not fucking doing that, she thought, I’m not a whore. Bobby started the music again and LouLou moved about rubbing cocks and letting them squeeze her tits as she collected bills.
Later as Bobby divvied up the money, LouLou asked her “Are you sure this is the line of work you want, honey? You know next time you are going to have to do something, right.”
“Can’t I just jerk them off?”
“Well, that would be a good start. You’re a party stripper now, girl.”
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This week’s prompt to write some erotic flash fiction from Charlton Tod is… First Time Stripper
It’s a fantasy many of us have, regardless of gender. Seeing the look of desire in a partner, or even a total stranger, building more and more as we reveal ourselves. Not just showing our bits, but also using our bodies to seduce them from afar. How thrilling would it be for your character’s first time? Who have they chosen to be the first eyes? Do they only get to watch, or does something more happen shortly following?… Charlton Tod
This is my story, or rather Missy’s, do you think she will do it again?
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