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It
was late September when I noticed that Allison hadn't been over in a week or
so. I guess I had gotten somewhat spoiled, as she was over often during the
week. Usually she came over before work
to hang out with Brandi well before I got home (that didn't count), and
sometimes on the weekend to sunbathe (oh yeah!), but once, twice a week,
whenever her mother was off shacking up with her boyfriend, she'd show up
unannounced late at night after work to snuggle and fuck. I missed that. There's nothing quite so good as waking up and finding an extra
girl in your bed.
"So,
what's Allie been up to," I inquired.
"Haven't seen her in over a week."
"You
miss her?"
"Damned
right I miss her."
"Well,
you need to tell her that."
"Okay,
I will. Have you heard from her?"
"Yeah. She took a new job and has been in, uh,
training."
"Really? What sort of job?"
"Uh,
dancing."
"Dancing?
As in...?"
"Yep!"
"Jesus! When did this happen?"
"Well,
this cute guy came in and saw her at work.
Started flirting and offered her a job.
Said she could easily make five times what she was making now and a lot
more if she wanted. Told her that he
would pay her fifty bucks if she would try out the next day. If she made the cut, he told her that she
would start training immediately."
"Why
didn't you tell me this before?"
"Like
you care what Allie does?"
"Hey,
I do care! So don't lay that crap on
me!"
"Last
few times she was here, you hardly said a word to her. You just fucked her and either went back to
sleep or went to work!"
"Okay,
I'll lay on the sweetums nonsense next time she's here," I grumbled. "So, where is this place?"
"I
dunno," Brandi replied unconcerned. "Before her tryout, she came over
and told me all about it. I haven't
talked to her since. Guess she made the
cut and is in training."
I
didn't like the sound of it, but what could I do? If she was dancing in a strip joint, what training did she
need? How hard is it to swing around on
a pole and shake her tits? I thought of
calling up my old fraternity brother from college, Nick Freonni, who owned
Cirque de Venus, but I figured it wouldn't do much good.
"What
about her mother? What did she say
about all this?"
"I
dunno. I guess she doesn't know."
Handing
Brandi a cordless phone I instructed, "Call her mother. Ask to speak to Allison. If she not there, find out where she
is."
Brandi
dialed the number she knew from heart.
To Brandi's surprise she learned that Allison had moved out. Allison had told her mother that she would
be staying with Brandi until she got an apartment. The fact that Brandi hadn't seen or heard from her was now cause
for additional concern on the part of Allison's mother.
I
too was really worried now. Kids! No telling what sort of mess she had
foolishly found herself in. Immediately
I thought the worse.
"You
think we ought to call the police?" asked Brandi with genuine concern for
her friend.
"I
don't think that that would do any good."
"Why
not? She could be..."
"She's
only been missing a week," I explained. "That won't
rate a line in some sergeant's report.
Then when they do investigate and find that she went off to be a
stripper... that's as far it will go.
Maybe a year from now they'll take note, but for now..."
"What
are we going to do?"
"You
said she met this guy at work?"
"Yeah,
he came in and..."
"Maybe
he charged his tab. They should have
the receipts."
Twenty
minutes later, I was at Allison's former employer, talking with the
manager. The manager, a short guy
resembling Danny DeVitto, wasn't particularly forth coming.
"Look,
she's missing. Her mother's worried
sick. We're only concerned with making
sure that she's safe... Look, pal, if
she were your daughter..."
"She's
not my daughter and she's not yours either.
But I can tell you that she's okay," replied the manager.
"How
do you know that?"
"She's
with Nick."
"Nick?"
"Yeah. She got the job," he said with a smug
smile.
"What
job? Where?" I demanded.
"Lap
dancing at the Cirque de Venus," he said without emotion. "She's eighteen."
"This
Nick... Nick Freonni?"
"Yeah,
you know him?"
"Yeah,
we go back," I replied with a nod and smile. "How do you know
him?"
"Comes
in every so often, whenever I have a hot piece that he might be interested
in."
"I
see... What's in for you?"
"What
do you think? For a finder's fee, I got
to fuck her. Can't mess with the girls
here, company policy, sexual harassment and all that crap, but... she doesn't
work here anymore. Hired a new girl to replace her the very same day."
That
certainly sounded like Nick's MO. He
had told me as much himself. I wasn't
too happy to hear that bit of news, but then again, I was relieved that she was
at least relatively safe. Nick wouldn't hurt her. Use her, yes, but he wouldn't hurt her.
Years
ago Nick had told me that the best part of his job was training his new
hires. That translated into fucking the
hell out of them until he lost interest, then he'd hire them out as
"hostesses" for private parties and put them to work on the floor of
his club where they would bump and grind for their wages. Having been to the
Cirque de Venus on several occasions, I could testify that he had good taste in
hot women. Allison? No doubt he loved Allison.
Returning
home, I told Brandi what I had found out.
She was both relieved and intrigued.
I was certain that Allison's mother would be neither. I had Brandi call Allie's mother and let her
know that we had found her, instructing her to skip the details.
After
the phone call, I changed clothes, intending to make a solo trip to Nick's club.
"Where
are you going?" demanded Brandi.
"To
the Cirque de Venus and see about Allie."
"I
wanna come!"
"Guys
don't take girls to a place like that?"
"Why
not?"
"Well,
its, uh... okay, if you want to go. Get
dressed and let's get out of here."
Brandi
dashed off to put some clothes on and fix her makeup. Surprisingly she was ready in about ten minutes. She had poured herself into a slinky red
dress that revealed every curve and crevasse.
She looked terrific.
Upon
entering the club, we were escorted to a table near the stage where a buxom
blonde was performing. Looking about,
just about every other customer had a girl with him, however, I was the only
customer there with a "date".
Over against the walls, in the relatively discrete booths, undulating
naked girls were teasing their marks to the tune of twenty bucks a pop per
dance. Brandi was excited. She had never been in place like this
before.
The
cocktail waitress came by to take our drink orders. I ordered a beer and ordered a ginger ale for Brandi. Brandi gave me a dirty look. Even though she
was old enough to work here, she wasn't old enough to buy a drink. I didn't
want any hassles on that order. Besides,
we were there on business, not pleasure.
The
waitress brought her drinks and I asked if Nick Freonni was there. She got this worried look on her face and
then scampered off. A few moments
later, a bouncer the size of a large refrigerator, came up the table.
"You
wanna see Nick?" he growled menacingly.
"Yeah. Is he here?"
"Perhaps. Perhaps not," he replied cryptically.
"Well,
if he is here, tell him Hank Thornton's here to see him."
The
goon said nothing, but disappeared into the back. Twenty minutes later, Nick appeared immaculately dressed.
"Hank,
you old fart!" he greeted with a broad smile. "Well, well, well... who is this young lady?"
"My
girlfriend."
"Robbing
the cradle, eh? Well, she is
spectacular!" Taking her hand he
introduced himself. "I'm Nick. And you are?"
"Brandi,"
she replied demurely.
"It's
a pleasure to met you, Brandi darling."
Turning
to me he said, "What's wrong with you, Hank? You've got a girl like this and you're bringing her to a place
like this?"
"We're
looking for someone."
"Oh?"
"Allison. Allison Gallo. Eighteen, five‑foot‑two, olive complexion, big brown
eyes, dark silky hair, with a nice round butt and magnificent tits with very
large walnut colored nipples."
"Hmmmm,
sounds as if you know her, Hank."
"I
do. I understand that you know her
too."
"Yes. Yes, I do.
I must admit, she's a terrific fuck," he said with a knowing grin.
"I
know that too," I replied.
"I
see."
"Is
she here?" I asked.
"Ummm,
not tonight. She's, uh, working a
birthday party for a linebacker with the Rockets."
"I
see... Is she okay?"
"Okay? She's terrific! Matt Gordon came in to make arrangements for the party. Saw her in my office and nearly
flipped. I wasn't ready to, uh, move
her along just yet, but he made me an offer that...uh, well, let's just say
she'll make a bundle tonight."
"Okay,
I get the picture. Do me a favor,
Nick. Have her call me or Brandi and
have her call her mother."
"Sure
thing, but I think she's happy with her new job."
"That's
her choice," I replied.
Nick
signaled the waitress. "Lea, comp
this man and his date tonight."
"Yes,
Mr. Nick."
"Hank,
if you need anything else. Just
ask." Handing me his business card
he added, "Now if you will excuse me..." Nick rose and we shook hands.
He
turned to Brandi and offered, "It's always a pleasure to meet beautiful women. If you ever need a job, Brandi, please...
don't hesitate to call me."
"She's
not looking for a job, Nick," I replied evenly restraining myself from
telling him to ‘fuck off, pal’.
"Of
course not, but if circumstances change..." He kissed the back of Brandi's hand and took his leave.
The
waitress brought us fresh drinks and gave me a booklet of ten tickets, each
good for a lap dance on the house. I
was pretty much ready to go, but Brandi wanted to stay for a while. We stayed for the next two sets and then
headed home, as I had a busy day in the morning.
Two
days later, Allison showed up at the house.
When I walked into the house, she didn't look very happy, nor was she
following my standing house rules.
"You
don't own me!" she huffed as a greeting.
Taken
aback I replied, "I never said I did."
"That's
not what Nick said."
"Is
that so? Just what did he say?"
With
unconcealed anger in her eyes she replied, "He said I couldn't work for
him unless you okayed it. How dare you
interfere with my life?"
"Allison,
I didn't tell Nick anything. I just
ascertained where you were and that you were safe."
"That's
none of your business!"
"Sorry,
but we were all a bit concerned when you just disappeared. Your mother was very upset and..."
"I'm
eighteen and it's none of her business either!"
"Okay,
okay... We just wanted to know that you were alright, that's all."
"Then
I can work for Nick?"
"That's
entirely up to you, Allison. You can do
as you please, but..."
"That's
right! What I do is nobody's business
but my own!"
"I
said that!"
"Then
call Nick! He has to have YOUR
permission! God, I feel like a piece of
property!" I didn't mention to her
that if she was working for Nick, she was his property.
"Calm
down, will you," I enjoined.
"Brandi,
get me the fucking phone!" Brandi
handed me the phone and I called the cell number on Nick's business card.
"Nick,
Hank... Fine thank you... I have Allison here with her feathers all
ruffled. She says that you require my
permission to hire her... Hey, it's up to... okay... uh huh... yeah. In that case... yeah... okay."
Handing
the phone to Allison, I said, "Nick wants to talk to you."
"This
is Allison... yes... yes... I can?... Okay, Nick... sure... Tonight? Yes, I can, Baby... Okay. I'll be over shortly... uh, sure.... I...
okay."
Allison
hung up the phone. With her eyes
downcast she began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Call
your mother," I said firmly.
"Do
I have to?"
"Yes. She's worried sick about you."
Reluctantly, Allison dialed the phone. After a few moments she said, "Mama, it's me. Just want to let you know that I'm okay. Call you next week. Love you." Then she hung up.
Wrinkling up her nose, she said, "Answering machine... Thank
you Lord!" Handing the phone back to Brandi, Allison resumed unbuttoning her
blouse.
"What
are you doing?" I asked.
"Nick
said that I should get my ass back over to the club, but only after you had
fucked me."
"That's
not necessary, Allison."
"House
rules?"
"Okay,
house rules." She quickly shimmed out
of her clothes and joined Brandi sitting on the sofa. It was just like old times with my two favorite girls, naked and
available. Retiring to the kitchen, I
got out three wine glasses and poured us all a drink.
"Tell
me about the job," I said handing Allison a glass of chilled sweet white
wine.
"Well...
I know you think it's terrible, but... it's fun!"
"What's
fun?"
"Nick. Gawd, Brandi, you should see him! He's really hung!"
"How
was the party the other night?"
"You
know about that?"
"Yes,"
I replied. "Nick told me. Was it
fun?"
"Well,
I... I made a lot of money."
"How
much?" gushed Brandi.
"Three
hundred dollars!"
"Oh,
my gawd! That much?"
Interrupting
the glee fest over a measly few hundred bucks, I asked, "How many?"
"How
many what?"
"How
many men did you fuck for that three hundred dollars?"
"I
dunno," she replied sheepishly.
"I lost count."
"Allie! You didn't?" asked Brandi with wide
eyes.
"I
was kinda sore, yesterday," she stated with a weak giggle.
"I
guess you were," I simply stated.
Taking a sip of wine, I asked her, "What's it like?"
"What's
what like?"
"Gangbanging
a professional football team."
"It
wasn't the whole team," she protested. "But... the guys that were
there, they were really big... and in more than one way."
"Sounds
like fun," quipped Brandi with a giggle as she cupped her friend's
breast.
"It
was fun!" snickered Allison.
"Gawd, I am terrible!"
I
declined any sex with Allison stating that Nick could tell her who to fuck, but
he couldn't tell me who I fucked. She
actually looked kind of hurt that I didn't want to run my cock up her stretched
out snatch. Before she left, I went and
dug around in some of my deceased wife's belonging and found a set of ben‑wa
balls. After having Jeff, Jenny found that
the balls helped her to tone up her vaginal muscles giving me a nice tight fuck
even after two kids.
"Stick
these up inside you," I instructed as I inserted the two metal balls in
her cunt. "Don't let them fall
out. Wear them several hours a day. They will exercise your cunt and tighten it
up. Of course, you have to take them out before you fuck.
"Now
to take them out... stand up... now squat.
Lower, lower... push." The
two balls popped out and bounced on the hardwood floor. The two girls broke out in laughter.
I
stuffed the balls back up her cunt and told her to get dressed. Leaving, she gave me a kiss, saying,
"Thanks, Hank. You are a really
nice guy. Hope we can be together
again." She gave Brandi a
smoldering kiss and then headed back to the club and her appointed job tonight
as "hostess" for another round with the same jocks that had gang‑fucked
her two nights before.
To be continued...
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