I glanced into George’s hard brown eyes and then down the bar, to see the young black man lift his glass to his lips and glance in my direction. Our eyes met for the briefest moment, before I returned my attention to the bartender. I nodded my head, dreading the significance of the observation.

“He’s one of the nicest guys in the nightclub…”

“Oh… yes…?” I couldn’t believe I was sitting there, discussing a young man with a total stranger.

“He’s after a simple dance and is the perfect client for a beginner. So, seeing as this is your first night, I want you to take care of him.”

I looked around frantically to see if there was any sign of Julia. She would be able to tell George that I wasn’t a lap dancer and get me off the hook.

“Sir, I’m waiting for Julia to come up and take me baaaa… Owwwww!” His hand shot out and grabbed my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I’d seen his eyes roving over my prominent breasts, but I wasn’t expecting him to grab one!

“Bitch, I’m not asking you. I’m telling you to finish your drink and take the client to booth number 5 for a standard lap dance. Are you okay with that?” He gave a harder twist, as I tried to push his hand away with my free hand.

“Yessss!” I cried out, causing the group of hostesses to turn and see what was happening. They didn’t look too surprised to see the bartender assaulting one of their kind and quickly looked away. “Please let goooo!” I pleaded.

“Drink up and get on with it!”

I tipped the glass and as the tangy liquid flowed into my mouth, he released my nub, but continued to glare at me. I saw him signal to the young man, so by the time I had set the glass down and slipped off the stool, the guy had taken several paces toward me. As soon as he arrived, George took a yellow pad out of his pocket, unpeeled the top sheet and handed it to me.

George had written LD/SB/OC in scrawling handwriting, which was way more than a simple lap dance. As well as the lap dance he wanted to suck my breasts and have me remove my G-string. The very thought of the young stranger examining my pussy as I gyrated my body right in front of his eyes sent ripples of revulsion through my body.

“That’s mor…” I exclaimed, looking up into George’s steely expression, but stopped short of endangering by nipple again.

I knew I was onto a loser arguing with him, so I reluctantly stepped away from the bar to stand beside the smiling young man.

“Don’t forget to start the clock and reset it when you finish,” the bartender reminded me.

I had seen the clock on my first visit, but neither Julie of Wes had used it.

The young man’s eyes roved over my breasts before meeting my stare. “Which booth?” he asked with an educated, public school lilt.

I was relieved that he was intelligent and therefore less of a threat, but I was still as furious as hell at being cajoled into giving the guy a lap dance!

“Number 5,” I replied setting off across the room slowly, hoping that Julie would burst through the curtains and save me from an extremely humiliating experience.

It didn’t happened though and moments later the door to the booth was closed and the young man was removing his jacket. The day’s events had kind of prepared me for the situation I was trapped in, but could I handle the young man and then escape from the club before any more disasters overcame me?

I tried to recall the small amount of information that I had gleaned from Julie’s short introduction to lap dancing and Wes’s more thorough tuition.

“Please take a seat so I can fasten the cuffs on you,” I said nervously.

“Oh yes, the cuffs. I don’t think we need those,” he said confidently, completely throwing me as to what I should do next.

I didn’t want to be there and I definitely didn’t want to be having a lap dance with a stranger, even if he was one of the most handsome black men on the planet!

“Yes we do Sir.” I put my hands on my hips and waited for him to sit down in the centre of the mini sofa.

The client was wearing medium brown slacks and a light blue cotton shirt unbuttoned at the neck. He was tall and slim, in his early 20s, and very square shouldered. The young man was a complete contrast to the Carter brothers, both in stature and the way he carried himself. He had the same mahogany coloured skin, but his face was pretty, almost feminine, with smooth lines, full lips and beautiful long eyelashes that fluttered when he looked from my breasts to my face.

I couldn’t deny that I was immediately smitten by his overall appearance, but for some reason I felt even more nervous than I had done with the older nightclub owner. He delved in the pocket of his shirt and pulled out a wad on £20 notes, held together by a golden clip.

“I’ve already paid for the dance, sweetie. What’s your cut from the £60?”

I felt like a fool, because I didn’t even know how much the club paid the hostesses. Julie had told me earlier that she earns more in one night at the club than in a whole week at Bower and Klein. If she was earning the same as me then she was creaming off £400 a night and I guessed that half of that was tips. I wanted him to think I was an employee and not Ken Carter’s guest at the club, so I took a stab.

“Beside my earnings, I get 30% of the dance.” He wasn’t to know what the hostesses get paid.

“It’s not enough, sweetie. Here…” He unclipped the money and counted 5 £20 notes, folded them and offered them to me.

“Wha… what’s that for?”

“What’s your name?”

“Tess.”

“Tess, don’t be naïve. A beautiful girl like you must have had tips showered on you every day.”

“Tips? Er… Yes, but I shouldn’t…” I looked at the money and thought about what I could do with it.

The reason why I allowed myself to be steamrollered into going to the nightclub with Ken Carter, was because I was in fear of losing my job at B&K. He had a hold over me as long as I wanted to keep my £18,000 a year job. My take home pay was £1500 a month and after paying my rent, council tax, rail season ticket and all the other expenses there was nothing left. I had to cut back on my food budget over Christmas just to afford a couple of presents for friends and family.

“I don’t normally do this… er…”

He saw partial acquiescence in my reaction, so leant forward and tucked the banknotes down the side of my corset. “Okay sweetie, show me your best dance.” He leant back, just as Ken had done at the office, and placed his hands behind his head.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“You can call me Tom…”

Thinking of performing a lap dance and actually doing it was a huge leap, especially in front of a complete stranger; who just happened to be an attractive young man. It should have been easier, but the older men had used aggressive tactics to make me perform; and I had capitulated and suffered a dreadful humiliation as a consequence.

Now I had to perform for money, as though I was a professional dancer and without realizing it an old familiar sensation began creeping up on me – my enemy - fear of failure!

After starting the clock, I climbed onto the sofa, on my knees, and shuffled forward, before rising up, so that my breasts were level, but a few inches away from his face.

“You forgot something darling…”

I followed his glance and immediately twigged that he wanted me to remove my G-string. It was the only thing left that could save my blushes, but I had already removed it once for Wes, so the act was a little easier to carry through with. I reached round behind me and after tearing the back off, I relaxed my butt cheeks, allowing the narrow piece of pink satin to drop forward between my thighs.

I began to move with the heavy beat of the music, while slowly gathering up the dangling material to consume some vital seconds. The moment came when I had to remove the final vestige of protection from my mons. I took the plunge and after dropping the G-string on the floor, I placed my hands on his chest and gyrated my body to the slow rhythm; however, he didn’t lift his eyes from the ‘V’ formed by my thighs.

“Unusual to find a girl who hasn’t removed her pubes,” he observed.

The shame in flouting my naked body seemed intensified by the young man commenting on by appearance. My knees were well spread, so it was a given that my pussy lips were stretched apart, revealing the thick line of inner labium flesh. It was almost too awful to Imagine!

“Being blonde, it… it hardly matters,” I replied hesitantly, hoping my hair colour would explain why I hadn’t removed my short bush.

I smoothed my hands over his chest and moved toward him so that my right nipple was within an inch of his mouth. He quickly leant forward and captured the prominent nub with his lips and immediately started to suck and gently chew my teat and areola.

“Ahhhh!” I moaned softly when he upped his oral attack.

I placed my hands on his short wiry hair so I could pull away to change breasts, only to feel his hands gripping my ass cheeks. He released my nipple and as I moved across to offer him the other, he started kissing the skin between my breasts, ensuring his face was rubbing against both of my tits.

He raised his smiling eyes to show me that he was enjoying himself and I couldn’t help feeling how absurd the situation was.

“Stand up.” His voice was muffled, but the hands gripping my posterior were insistent.

As I clambered to my stockinged feet he held me to him, so that his face slid down my corset to my bare lower belly. He was suddenly kissing the mound of my vulva and flicking his tongue into my pudendal cleft.

“Tommmm!” I exclaimed anxiously, because he was pulling me onto his face, so he could bury his mouth into my gaping cunt. “Waaaa… what are you doing? Let me dance…”

SLAP! He released my cheek so that he could strike it with his flat hand, and then returned to gripping it. Then he pulled me away.

“Lean back bitch.” He stared up at me with a determined expression on his face. “Let me in…”

His fingers pushed higher, to my lower back, and he used his forehead to press against the hem of my corset, forcing me to bend; and as I did so, I opened up for his tongue.

“Tommmmm!” I cried when he began lapping along the full length of my meaty furrow.

He probed and nibbled, making me squeal with shock and delight. I tried to suppress my shame, while leaning further back and clinging onto the back of his head. His attack on my cunt, using his tongue, lips and teeth, was ferocious and yet unbelievable erotic.

My upper body writhed to the music, back and forth, right and left, all the time clinging onto his head; and when he removed his hands from my posterior I continued to thrust my body against his mouth. He then began nibbling and chewing my clit, which he had brought out from its hiding place with his thrusting tongue.

I heard him unzipping his pants, but I wanted him to continue, because his tongue had suddenly invaded my quim. He probed and teased my sensitive walls and appeared to know exactly where my g-spot was located.

“Tommm…” I moaned. “I’m commingggggg!”

He instantly withdrew his tongue and slid his hands up the backs of my legs. I straightened up and when I looked down he was staring up at me with challenging eyes. I knew what I had to do and appreciated that he had brought me to the edge, so I would be hungry for his cock. I was truly ripe and ready to be fucked!