TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE (29 page)
Stormy gets a second back room visit.
She again works the guy up with a slow strip and even takes extra time stripping her nylons as the guy is really enjoying the views of her pussy.
Her strut across the room to the bed is a bit exaggerated, but the guy buys it big time!
The guy mounts Stormy and shoves his big cock hard into her pussy.
Stormy has more endurance than I ever will have.
She takes the big cock with no apparent problem and moves and works with the guy.
She does climax and I'm sure that it's real.
However, her climax is so intense that it pulls the guy along with her and he comes long and noisily.
He then rolls off her.
Stormy takes her time about getting up and getting dressed.
She tells the guy what a stud he was and that she actually climaxed for him.
She continues that she doesn't do that often and he really did a job on her.
The ego stroking gets Stormy a tip and she's excited when she gets back to the ladies dressing room.
I tell her that some guy wants to buy her garter belt.
Stormy lights up and she's, I think, more excited than when the guy fucked her.
She can't believe that some guy was so turned on that he's actually going to buy her garter belt.
I have to make her wait until she's recovered before she dances her next turn.
Stormy finishes out the night.
She does better with her tips than the previous night and also gets fucked one more time.
On the way home, I critique Stormy’s performance and tell her that she's doing better, but that she needs a lot more improvement.
Since she obviously likes the attention, I tell her that the customers really like the fetish gear she bought herself and that she needs to really show it.
When we get home, I find a letter in my mailbox.
It's from Miss. Hollywood.
She wants to talk to me about the possibility of some film work.
The letter sounds sincere and I do have to move somewhere else.
I'm both thrilled and scared at the prospect of a new career.
I think, 'What do I know about acting?
Then again, what did I know about nude dancing and stripping until I tried it?'
I decide that, if I can go from pampered rich bitch to fetish whore in a day, then I can become an actress if I have to!
The next day I talk to Miss. Hollywood at some length.
I finally agree to come out to act in a movie with her.
I tell her that I'm nervous but that I'm gonna make it!
I then take Stormy in to The Pussycat Lounge early again.
I don't have to make her fuck Taffy, she wants to fuck Taffy!
Better yet, she wants to give Taffy a nylon fuck.
She tells me that, since The Pussycat Lounge is a fetish place, Taffy deserves a fetish fuck!
When Stormy tells Taffy that she wants him to take her into a back room and fuck her brains out, Taffy is very surprised but also very willing.
I watch on the TV monitor as Stormy makes a production of removing her French bra.
She then struts over to the bed telling Taffy that “This one is gonna be a nylon fuck, because you deserve the best, Big Boy!”
Taffy hears the girls say that kind of thing every day, but not to him.
He's very turned on.
He dons his condom and gets on the bed with Stormy.
He slips his cock into Stormy and she responds!
She wraps her legs around the hard thrusting Taffy and moves with him and also encourages him to fuck her hard.
If Stormy can handle Taffy and still have enough left to talk to him while she's being fucked, she can handle any customer.
Taffy fucks Stormy for a while and Stormy finally climaxes.
However, even after she climaxes, she still does her best to keep responding to Taffy.
As she builds to a second climax, Taffy comes and she stays with him until he finishes pumping his cum and then rolls off her.
Stormy then cuddles to Taffy and asks him, “Was that better, Big Boy?”
Taffy tells her, “Taffy take care of Stormy anytime!”
Stormy then gets up and makes a real production of stripping her torn up nylons.
She then wraps them around Taffy’s neck, “For a souvenir.”
Stormy leaves and I duck into the front corridor and down the hall to the back room.
I watch as Taffy is dressing.
Taffy shakes the nylons at me and says, “I think Stormy gonna’ work out!”
We go through a little more coaching and then Stormy dances that night.
Stormy is on!
She takes just a little more time.
She shakes her tits and pussy, but also gives the customers lots of views of lace framed pussy and lace supported tits.
The customers eat up the act.
They give her the usual ration of crap with catcalls and such, but Stormy gives it back to them and manages to make it sassy rather than insulting.
Stormy gets her first nylon fuck that night.
She takes her time with the French bra strip and even more time wiggling over to the bed.
She talks to the customer like a real pro and he has a raging erection by the time he pulls on his condom.
Stormy gives the guy a good ride.
She wraps her nylon clad legs around him and then moves with his stroking.
She not only responds with movement, she talks to him with the kind of moans and sighs a guy likes to hear when he's fucking a girl.
She stays with him until he climaxes and shoots him cum in her.
She makes the right noise and fakes her first climax!
After the guy rolls off her, she takes her time and gives the guy a lot of views of her red pussy as she strips her nylons.
She projects as she hands the guy her nylons and scores herself a nice tip for her trouble!
Stormy finishes the night in splendid fashion and I have trained my replacement!
I get Stormy to agree to assume the lease on the apartment.
The next afternoon and night, I pack for my trip to
I think that I'll leave my French bras, garter belts and very fancy nylons for Stormy.
I make three tries to place them where Stormy will find them.
Somehow I just can't do it and I pack my fetish gear!
It appears that I'll take at least a part of my Pussycat Lounge time with me.
I don't want anyone to know where I have gone.
I drive my car to a man who has agreed to buy it and he then gives me a ride to the airport.
I take a flight from the airport to
I then manage to get on a casino flight to
I buy a car in
As I drive, I review my strategy and figure that I have at least made it very difficult for the sheik or his men to trace me.
When I get to the outskirts of
She meets me at the door and tells me that I trained her to be a nude dancer, now she'll train me to be an actress.
She then tells me that there'll be some nudity in the film she has in mind.
I tell Miss. Hollywood that I'm not afraid to show my tits and pussy, as long as I get to wear some lace while I do it!
We both laugh like idiots.
Nocturne Goes To Hollywood
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ISS. HOLLYWOOD GOT ME out here because she told me that there was a film she had in mind.
She says that there'll be some nudity in the film.
Now, I figure that I can handle any amount of nudity after The Pussycat Lounge.
Also, my lack of acting experience will be compensated by my extensive nude experience.
If I'm to have a film career, the film Miss. Hollywood has in mind seems like a good place for me to start.
The plot of the film is that Miss. Hollywood character’s teen age daughter has run off with some no good guy.
Miss. Hollywood has to track her daughter down to save her daughter.
However, her daughter has disappeared into the strip club business.
The only way that the Miss. Hollywood’s character can track her daughter down is to become a stripper herself.
OK, Miss. Hollywood told me, there'll be some nudity.
I'm not afraid to show my tits and pussy, but this is a real
There'll be stuff in the way of the camera to block the view or the glare from lights will obscure the view.
However, the Director insists that the acting will be done in the nude, for realism.
The first thing that I have to do, if I'm gonna act, is to get my guild card.
You can’t just join the guild, you have to prove that you are employed as an actor or actress.
I have to jump through a lot of hoops and fill out a lot of paperwork.
It's a lot of fuss and I wonder why I'm going through this.
When the rest of the cast shows up, I find out why I had to get a guild card.
The rest of the cast are almost all women and they are very suspicious about the nudity thing.
Miss. Hollywood explains to them that the Director wants to keep things as close to reality as practical.
The production will use camera angles, lights, objects in the way and whatever so that the nudity won't actually be seen on the screen.
Frankly, the whole idea sounds phony as hell to me.
However, I know nothing about
The ladies who are most of the cast are thinking along the same lines I am. They do know about
Apparently someone is so upset that someone calls the guild.
The guild apparently has a talk with the Director and tells him definitely that there won't be a cast of nude ladies running around his set.
The Director quits in a huff and we get a new Director.
The actresses/strippers now don't have to be nude on camera.
Instead, they will dance in just g-strings and bras.
Miss. Hollywood and I have a talk with the new Director.
We try to explain the difference between naked and nude to him.
Finally I have to dance for him.
The first dance I wear just a tiny g-string and a bra.
I do a good dance for the man, using everything I have learned at The Pussycat Lounge.
I bump and grind.
I let him see lots of the tiny g-string.
I even jiggle my tits a little despite the bra.
At the end of my dance the Director says, “Wow!”
I cannot resist the temptation and tell him, “That was basically naked, you aint seen nothin’ yet!”
The second dance I wear the same stuff as for the first dance, but I add a garter belt and fancy lace top nylons.
I then do the same dance I did before with the only change being the garter belt and nylons.
At the end of my second dance, the Director says, “Double wow!”
I tell the man, “Except for the g-string and bra, I was naked for the first dance.
For the second dance, the garter belt and nylons elevated me to nude.”
I finish by telling him “Naked is a condition, nude is an art form!”
Then the Director wants to see the actress who's to play the daughter dance.
The lady dances, more or less.
She's technically correct.
However, there's no spark, no fire.
She just slowly prances around the stage.
The Director isn't happy with the performance.
He tells the lady that he wants to see more of a dance.
The lady tells him, “Look, I'm not going to move any faster than what I just did wearing just this ridiculous, tiny g-string.”
The Director tells her that she shouldn't worry about the g-string; she'll be nude later in the movie.
With that, the actress stalks off and is gone.
The movie is in a crisis.
The Director tries to talk to the vanished actress’ agent, but the lady is gone for good.
With no other choice, the Director has each of the ladies who are playing a stripper dance for him.
I get to dance, just like all the other ladies.
Unlike all the other ladies, I'm really a stripper.
Of course, with my background experience, I'm easily the best stripper.