I get called in to talk to the big man. When I walk into the big man's office, there's a girl in there who has to be the prettiest girl I have ever seen. (Almost all of the girls around the studio, at least the younger girls, look like Miss Universe. However, the girl that I'm looking at stands out, even in that company.) Not only that, she just radiates sex. The lady says, "Hello, Robert." The two words are a sort of breathy invitation to come over and rip her clothes off. My temperature goes up and my heart is beating fast. Only my previous film experience allows me to say calmly, "You have the advantage of me."

The big man chuckles and says, "Robert Benson, meet Kristen Marlowe, our next bright star."

I manage to politely say, "Miss Marlowe, a pleasure to meet you."

The big man says, "Robert, Miss Marlowe is going to star in the next big film for the studio. It's gonna be about a little girl who comes to the big city and gets a job as a stripper in a bar. Miss Marlowe is from a small town in the mid-west and has no experience with big city bars. She needs to go to a strip bar and see what actually goes on there. However, she needs someone to escort her to such a place. You're big enough to be her escort."

I turn to Miss Marlowe and tell her, "Miss Marlowe, I'm six feet ten inches tall and I weigh about 255 very muscular pounds. I earn my keep by working against guys who are even bigger than I am. If someone in a bar wants trouble, they'll want it only once. You won't have to worry about guys in a bar bothering you."

Miss Marlowe laughs and says, "Well, most of the attention in the bar should be on the topless girl dancing on the stage, but it's always nice to be protected." (Okay, the girl is an actress, but the way she radiates sex is unbelievable, even for an actress.)

The big man then tells me, "You're to take Miss Marlowe to the Kitty Kat Klub. You'll have a car and a driver, but the car will be just a plain sedan. We don't need the paparazzi hovering around Miss Marlowe, when she goes to that kind of place. You'll be here, at the studio at nine this evening. You'll be dressed in a business suit and you'll get a studio credit card. You'll be responsible for keeping Miss Marlowe safe."

(Okay, the interview is obviously over and I need to handle this very carefully.) I face the big man and say, "I'll be here on time and ready to go. I then turn to Miss Marlowe and say, "The pleasure will definitely be mine."

Miss Marlowe doesn't reply, but she does give me a million watt smile.

I then turn and exit the big man's office. I wonder what in the hell is going on. The Kitty Kat Klub isn't a topless place. I don't have the money to go there, but from what the other basketball players tell me, it's a nudie bar. I have to believe that the big man knows what the Kitty Kat Klub is. I wonder if Miss Marlowe also knows. Ah well, I'll just have to wing it, as the evening wears on and things develop.

I get to the studio at nine sharp, that evening. I'm, as ordered, dressed in a business suit (actually, the only suit that I own.) I sign for and get a studio credit card. I'm again reminded that I'm to be responsible for keeping Miss Marlowe safe.

Miss Marlowe wiggles in, wearing a coat. The weather is such that a coat isn't at all necessary.

I greet the lady (think smoooooth,) "Miss Marlowe! Ready when you are."

The lady says, "I'm ready for my learning experience. The car is outside. Shall we go?"

I go over and open the door to outside for the lady. I would have opened the car door too, but the studio chauffeur already has that door.

The chauffeur drives us past the Kitty Kat Klub and then parks on a side street. He tells us, "I'll remain here, until you call for me."

Miss Marlowe gestures with her purse and says, "I have the cell." She the turns to me and asks, "Ready?"

I offer the lady my arm and we then walk down to the main street, around the corner and into the Kitty Kat Klub.

A lady appears and asks, "Just the two of you?" (The lady eyes Miss Marlowe with some surprise. The lady's surprise isn't out of line, aside from the employees, Miss Marlowe is the only woman in the Kitty Kat Klub.)

I tell the lady, "Just the two of us."

The lady says, "I'll get you a corner table, that will be best."

A waitress appears and we're ushered over to a table to one side of the stage. The table still offers a good view of the stage.

I have enough couth to hold the chair for Miss Marlowe.

Miss Marlowe peels off her coat and reveals a dress that just barely covers her. (It looks like she night have come into the Kitty Kat Klub for an interview for the job of dancing girl.)

I seat Miss Marlowe and then take a seat myself.

The waitress asks for our orders.

Miss Marlowe immediately replies, "Chivas, a triple."

I order a Heineken beer.

The waitress departs.

I look around the place. I see that there's a girl dancing nude on the stage. I also see that several of the horn dogs in the audience are looking at Miss Marlowe and not the dancing girl. I tell the lady, "I have to keep sober and alert here, what with the horn dogs checking you out."

Miss Marlowe smirks at me and says, "Well, I wanted to dress for the kind of place that the Kitty Kat Klub is."

"Well, I've never been here before."

Miss Marlowe smirks at me again and asks, "Don't you like nude dancing girls?"

"What I want and what I can afford are, alas, two different things."

Miss Marlowe looks at me and asks, "You mean they don't take basketball stars to strip clubs?"

I laugh and tell the lady, "Unfortunately, I'm not a star. I'm what they call a role player. When the other team puts in a goon, I get to go in and go hand to hand with goon boy. I'm good at that, which is why I'm your escort tonight."

Miss Marlowe says, "Do you think that I might get attacked?"

I laugh and say, "Possibly. You're a lot better looking than the dancing girl and you're showing almost as much."

Miss Marlowe asks, "Then, you weren't a big star back in high school?"

"Maybe a star, but in a small high school. I had to work my way up, one step at a time."

Miss Marlowe laughs and says, "I went to a small school myself. I also had to work my way up. It wasn't easy."

"Well, it looks as if you're sort of back in school again."

Miss Marlowe laughs again and asks, "You wonder what I can learn watching a naked girl dance on a stage?"

"Well, you could talk to the girl, you could learn how she came to be dancing on the stage, what she thinks about when she dances nude in front of people, how she handles hecklers, what a ladies dressing room is like for a nude dancer, how much she makes, including tips, how does she work out and what did she do back in high school. A whole bunch of things."

Miss Marlowe looks at me in surprise and says, "So, you not only play basketball, you can also think."

"While I play basketball, I have to think about some of the same things that an actress thinks about, although for different reasons."

Miss Marlowe is now in disbelief and she asks, "What is it that you and I both think about?"

"You play a part. You have to know at least something about what the character you play will do and react to, in a scene. I play basketball against a guy who wants to put the ball in the basket and prevent me from doing the same. I need to figure out what he'll do in a situation and then try to use my strength and skill to overcome what he plans. We each have to understand, at least to some extent, a character, in order to do our job."

Miss Marlowe is shocked. She thinks for a moment and then says, "I thought it was just tall boys running up and down a wood floor."

"There's a lot of thinking in what I do and in what you do."

Miss Marlowe asks me, "Okay, what do I think about?"

"Do you sing or dance, that sort of thing, as well as act?" (I see the idea light go on in Miss Marlowe's head.)

Miss Marlowe says, "I learned ballroom dancing, tap and modern dance, back when I was in high school. I should have also spent more time with singing, but there are only so many hours in the day."

"So, you planned to maybe be an actress and realized that you also needed to learn associated skills that you would use as an actress."

Miss Marlowe laughs and says, "From the time I was in grade school, I dreamed about being an actress. By the time I got into middle school, I stopped just dreaming and started to do what I was going to need to do to live my dream."

"Same here, only with me it was basketball and not acting."

Miss Marlowe then looks at me for some time. She then asks me, "Okay, what would you think if I got up on stage and danced nude?"

"I would love to watch you do it, but it wouldn't be any good for your career."

Miss Marlowe smiles and asks, "What's the difference between me and the girl dancing on the stage?"

"You have the face and the body. She has maybe the face and the body. You learned what you needed to know to really use what you have. She learned just enough to realize that she could get by dancing nude. And, maybe there was a little luck involved in your case."

Miss Marlowe smiles and says, "A little luck and a lot of planning and very hard work."

We then watch the nude girls dance for a while. Some of the girls are pretty good dancers, others probably can't walk and chew gum at the same time. However, they all have tits and pussy.

(I can see that the Kitty Kat Klub allows the patrons to rent a dancer, in the back room. Several horn dogs apparently make a deal with their waitress and then they disappear somewhere for a while. When, they come back, either they got a shot of leg backstage, or they qualify for an academy award.)

Miss Marlowe then tells me, "I need to talk with the woman who we met when we first came in here."

"Okay. I can't help you with that. However, if you need my help, just put your hand on top of your head and I'll be there in a hurry."

Miss Marlowe smiles and nods yes. She then manages to attract the attention of our waitress. She and the waitress talk for a bit and then the waitress wanders off.

While Miss Marlowe talks with the waitress, I mostly watch the nude dancing girl on the stage, so it won't look like I'm trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. I watch one dancer finish her set and then Lois Chandler dances out on the stage. I damn near fall off my chair in shock when I recognize her. However, I recover and I watch my old high school flame shake her tits and wiggle her pussy for the horn dog audience. I do notice Miss Marlowe turn and look at something.

Miss Marlowe then gets up and tells me, "I'm going to talk to the lady. I need to know a lot of what actually goes on backstage, on the stage and in the back rooms."

"I'll just sit here and watch the girls, unless you need me."

Miss Marlowe then turns and walks back to the woman that greeted us when we walked in the place. Miss Marlowe and the lady talk for a bit. They talk to one another and then they look at the stage and obviously discuss the nudies dancing there.

I watch Miss Marlowe and the lady closely, while trying not to stare. I have to make damn sure that I get Miss Marlowe back to the studio in good shape, or it's my ass. I stay calm, but ready to go right now, if there's gonna be trouble.

After a bit, the waitress comes back and I buy a second Heineken. I notice that Miss Marlowe still has a bit of scotch in her glass, so I tell the waitress, "When the lady comes back, she may want another scotch. But, we can wait until then."

Miss Marlowe and the lady talk for some time. Then, Miss Marlowe talks with some girls, almost certainly some of the girls who were dancing nude. Miss Marlowe then talks with some goon, probably a bouncer for the Kitty Kat Klub. Finally Miss Marlowe walks back to our table and sits down.

I ask the lady, "Did you learn what you needed to know?"

Miss Marlowe takes a deep breath and lectures, "I have a pretty good idea of how the Kitty Kat Klub really runs. I have a pretty good idea of who the woman is that I was talking to. As you might imagine, she was once a dancer, but mind you, only a topless dancer."

"Right, once upon a time."

Miss Marlowe laughs and says, "Yes, and she NEVER took customers into the back room."

"You mean she did it right there on the stage?"

Miss Marlowe laughs and says, "What kind of woman do you think takes customers into the back room?"

"A woman who works in a place like this."

Miss Marlowe laughs and says, "However, you must never let her think that you know."

"And, the dancers?"

Miss Marlowe says, "A lot of girls come out here to make it big in the movies. Most of them don't. Those who don't either wind up working the street for a pimp or dancing in a place like this."

"Some of the guys that I play basketball with or against, daddy has a string of girls working the street for him."

Miss Marlowe thinks for a bit, then says, "I know what the manager lady is. I know what the dancing girls are. I could play either role. However, I asked you before, 'What kind of woman do you think takes customers into the back room?'"

Now, it's my turn to laugh. "The kind of girl who needs to earn the rent, food, lights, heat, clothes, that sort of thing. The idea that the horn dogs have that the girl is a nymphomaniac, isn't really the way that things are."

Miss Marlowe then lectures me, "Okay, a girl can't dance here, unless she screws customers in the back room. I can ask her about dancing, topless dancing, even nude dancing. I can ask her about repartee with the customers. I can't ask her about the back room and, if I did, I wouldn't get a straight answer. I need to know exactly what goes on in the back room. What does the back room area look like, what's said, exactly how does the action go down, what happens afterward, all in great detail. Robert, you're about to get lucky."

"I was gonna say, 'Goodness!' However, a very famous lady already said, 'Goodness had nothing to do with it, dearie.'"

Miss Marlowe says, "Funny, but badly dated. You're about to have our waitress come over and lead you to the backstage door. You're to note and remember each and every detail. This is gonna be business."

"Ah, perhaps you have noticed that I'm a bit larger than the average man?"

Miss Marlowe smirks, "Well, now that you mention it. Robert, you're about to meet 'Long Tall Sally.' You're to note and remember each and every detail."

"Okay, but only I'm doing it only in the interest of art."

Miss Marlowe sighs and says, "Robert, I do drama, romance, comedy. I don't do science fiction. You are to note and remember each and every detail."

The waitress comes over to our table and says, "Follow me."

I get up and we walk over to the bartender.

I gotta pay for the back room visit, up front. I pay what the man asks, with my credit card. I also tell him, add $20 to the bill and give me two $10s.

The guy sneers, "Aint you the big tipper?"

I reply, "I like to see girls smile at me. I also like to sleep under a roof and eat. I kinda gotta balance things."

The bartender does give me a grin.

The waitress then leads me over to a door. Somebody (probably the bartender) buzzes us through. The waitress leads me down a hallway. She stops and points to a door, "First room, the girl will be right with you." The waitress is then gone.

I'm standing alone in the hallway. I go over to the door, open it and walk in. The room is a concrete cell. The walls and floor are painted a hot pink. There's a bed in one corner. The bed looks something like a rollaway from a cheap motel. However, the sheets on the bed are clean! There's a half wall at the other end of the room. The half wall hides a toilet and a sink. Opposite the bed are some hooks in the wall.

A tallish nude girl kind of wiggles into the room. The girl looks at me and I suspect that I can read her mind. The girl thinks, "Omigod! It's the size of a grizzly bear. I wonder if its got claws? Girl, you gonna earn your money with this one."

I tell the girl, calmly, "Actually, despite my size, I am somewhat civilized."

The girl obviously thinks, "At least it can talk!" The girl then vamps me and says, "Now, don't you go usin' all them muscles to beat up on Long Tall Sally." LTS then takes a deep breath and says, "Okay, take off your clothes." She then holds up something and explains to me, "You gotta use a condom, house rules."

I begin to take off my clothes, hanging them on the hooks in the wall. (Okay, I'm an athlete. The more I take off, the bigger I look.)

LTS watches me strip, with extreme interest (self survival is a very strong thing in most people.) She then sits on the bed and explains things, "Okay I get paid for this, but only if I survive. You just take it slow and easy. I'm gonna put this condom on you."

I lecture LTS, "Lady, you got fingernails. You just watch ol' stretch put his own condom on, without fingernail scars."

LTS says, "Well okay, but I gotta watch." She watches, obviously thinking, "Damn, 10 inches of hanging death." She then swivels over and lies back on the bed, working on her pussy with her fingers.

I lie down on the bed, beside the girl.

LTS says, "Roll over here, stick that big thing inside me and fuck me right now!"

I roll over onto LTS and stick my cock into her wet pussy.

LTS takes the big cock inside her and starts to use her internal muscles, right away. ("Gonna get the giant off soon's I can.")

I start to stroke inside LTS. I take my time and use the expertise that I have gained from the basketball groupies and young actresses. I can feel LTS trying to clamp down on me, but I take it slow, strong and deep. I work the girl for a bit and I can feel her move under me and I can feel her internal muscles work on my driving cock. She's much more experienced than any of the girls I've had so far and she wants to bring me off right now. I want it to last, but I'm an amateur working with a pro. I can feel the excitement build too soon, but I can only let myself come, over several pumping stokes. I then roll off LTS.

LTS lies beside me and breathes like a steam locomotive climbing a long grade. She finally says, "Hell, mister, you damn well got your money's worth." (Translation, "I got a big tip coming here, boy.")

I tell the lady, "My first time with a girl in a back room."

LTS says, "Well, you got what it takes. You made me come an' that aint usual."

(No way did LTS really come. However, she did make all the right noises. Hell, I even give her a $20 tip.)

I then get washed up and I dress.

LTS is long gone by the time I'm ready to leave.

I then start down the hallway, back to the main room. Who should I encounter, wiggling down the back room hallway, but Lois Chandler, my old high school flame. Lois is now paying the price for her earlier neglect of the basic skills required of an actress.

Lois seems as if she's going to say something to me. However, she loses her nerve and she just brushes past me, on her way to the second room.

I walk down the hallway, until I get to the door where I was buzzed in. The door has a handle on the inside and I let myself out. I then walk over to the table where Miss Marlowe sits.

Miss Marlowe says, "Let's get out of this place."

I motion for the waitress, pay the bill with my credit card and even give her a 15% tip. I then escort Miss Marlowe out of the Kitty Kat Klub and back to the car.

The driver is ready and waiting and he puts Miss Marlowe into the car.

I walk around and get in the other side.

Miss Marlowe tells the driver, "We're going back to my house, not the studio." She then asks me, "Well, how was it?"

"Okay, but a little brief. I got what I was after, but the lady was a pro and I'm an amateur. I do remember all of what happened, in detail."

We then ride back to Miss Marlowe's house, pretty much in silence. The driver drops us off at her front door. We go into her living room and the lady tells me, "I want you to explain everything about your backroom visit and I mean everything." With that, the lady leads me back to her bedroom and she begins to strip. She isn't wearing much and she's soon nude in front of me.

I can't explain it exactly. Miss Marlowe is a trained actress, she's one of the prettiest women I have ever seen. However, she can project what she wants and I can feel the heat of her sexuality. I move into her and embrace her.

The lady says, "Let's get into bed and get down to it."

I strip and we get into bed. I roll onto the lady and stick my rather large cock into another wet pussy. Again, the lady takes my big cock inside her and starts to use her internal muscles. I start to stroke inside the lady. I take my time and use the expertise that I have just gained from Long Tall Sally. I can feel the lady trying to clamp down on me, but I again take it slow, strong and deep. I work Miss Marlowe for a bit and I can feel her move under me, much like LTS, and I can also feel her internal muscles work on my driving cock. She's not quite as good a fuck as LTS, but she's damn well experienced. I want it to last. I have just recently had a dynamite fuck, where the girl was even better sexually than Miss Marlowe. However, I'm again an amateur working with a pro. I come loud and strong, inside the walking wet dream that every normal male would kill to get. I can feel the burning desire of the lady and she also comes. I then roll off the lady.

We lie, side by side, breathing hard.

Miss Marlowe then wants me to tell her everything about my backroom visit.

I tell her as much as I think that I can remember. However, it's not just a lecture by me, but also a lot of back and forth with the lady that I just screwed.

The lady digs for details and I remember inconsequential things that obviously aren't inconsequential to Miss Marlowe.

I slowly come to realize that Miss Marlowe knows quite a bit about what I just went through. I don't mean just general things, but detail thing that mean that Kristen Marlowe has quite a bit of experience herself. She knows about internal girl muscles, she knows about a girl moving under a man, she knows about thrusting angles, sounds and even the aftermath, working a customer for a tip. I don't say anything about it.

The lady finally asks, "Do you realize the fine line between a woman movie star and a girl dancing in a place like the Kitty Kat Klub?"

It's now my turn to lecture the lady, "You won't believe this. If they tried to put this scene in a movie, no one would accept it as real. However, it's what happened to me, backstage. I went to high school with a girl who wanted to be an actress. She, like you, was the best looking girl in her high school. However, she didn't want to do what was necessary to develop herself as an actress. She figured that she was so hot looking, that all she had to do was get to Hollywood or the New York stage and she would immediately become a star. However, things didn't exactly work out the way that she planned."

The lady laughs and says, "Yes, there are a lot of girls like that. They soon find out that things don't work that way. Usually, they find out when their money runs out and they have to dance at the Kitty Kat Klub, or whatever."