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Subject: {ASSM} Fantasy Nightmare 1
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Dark Raven   (Chapter 1)
 
    The harsh lights,  more glare then anything else in the back room of 
the Puss and Kitty Klub.   Maybe it was a swanky nightclub once but now one of 
a series of clubs owned by  the same group of investors.  This one on Route 
34 as you enter into West  Haven, just before the Yale Bowl.  A hangout for 
a lot of the Elis as the  Yale students are called.  Well, anyway those 
that can get ID that says  they are 21 years of age or older.
    The old beat up  dressing tables cluttered with the spilling of a hu
ndred or a thousand women  that use them to make themselves beautiful or erotic 
or exotic or something  combination therein.  I am not ready to pay for 
cosmetic enhancements, well  really can't afford to, so I will make do with 
what I was given and grew  into.  My hand slowly working the eye shadow and 
liner, giving my tanned  face a darker look around the eyes.  Finger nails 
black.  Some  lip balm, a nice black color and I have done my make-up.   
    Slipping my   street clothes off and looking critically at my body.  
Not paying attention  to the much younger girl two dressing tables down from 
me, as I look at my face  and then slowly move my gaze from head to toe.  The 
thick dark black hair  down to my shoulders.  Then my hazel eyes, looking 
dark with the help of  the makeup.  My long thin nose and wide mouth, 
prominent features in my  face.  Then my slender neck and the wide shoulder, not 
muscular, but  squarish.  The small mounds of my breasts still conical with a 
little droop  and not even having touched them, my nipples long and hard and 
thrusting  straight from my chest.  Those nubs having given me and a number 
of males  much pleasure through the years.
    My flat tummy, with  just a little loose flesh if I bend overmoving 
down to the flare of my hips, a  bit wide for my build; but not carrying a lot 
of extra flesh on my ass cheeks,  so not looking so sturdy, and build for 
bearing children.  My fleshy lips  hairless, yes they are a bit fleshy and get 
fleshier when I am excited, puffy  ridges between my legs.  My small 
clitoris hidden in the folds at the  moment.
    Smiling as I look  at my thighs and legs.  Long toned columns 
supporting an above average  height woman.  Standing 5'10" in my bare feet, wishing I 
hadn't said  feet.  Not one of my strong points, big and awkward looking. 
The dark  tan from head to toe not from a bottle; spending six months of the 
year on  a beach.
    All in all, not bad  for a woman in her 40's.  Not good to have to be 
showing off my body to  make extra money; but you do what you have to and it 
is still smooth and wrinkle  free.
    Looking over at the  other girl smiling to her as I bend over and take 
out my attire for the  night.  Wondering how much longer I can go on 
strutting my stuff.  All  leather to go with the name that I use.  Dark Raven.  
Slowly  working my hair into a French braid and tying a leather band around my  
forehead.  Then lifting up the two small triangles of black leather,  
connected by rawhide.  Tying around my neck and behind my back, adjusting  the 
small patches over my nipples, then retying, tighter.  The narrow  leather 
thong, barely containing the fatty tissue of my labia, the strong  working into 
my ass crack disappearing to rub against my rose as I adjust it on  my 
waist.  Then slipping into the short leather skirt, the hem barely  hiding the 
bottom of my ass cheeks.  Then a matching leather vest,  unbuttoned.
    Sitting down to  work the knee high leather boots onto my feet and 
slipping the zipper on the  inside all of the way up.  Standing up and finding 
myself towering, needing  to stoop to look at the final product in the 
dressing table mirror.  Slowly  pivoting to look into the full length one across 
the room.  The outfit  definitely showing off my tan and long body quite 
nicely.  The spike heels  having me well over six feet tall, as I walk to the 
dressing room door and to  the juke box, picking out the selection of songs 
that will be part of my set. 
    Leaning on it  casually as I watch the girl onstage most of her 
schoolgirl outfit scattered  across the stage.  Then to the other girls working the 
back rows of the  audience.  Moving from customer to customer, sometimes 
just getting a bill  passed into their thong, other times stopping and giving 
a little lap  dance.
    Already feeling a  bit of excitement as I hear the last song starting.  
The girl naked and  hanging over the edge of the stage to tease the 
gentlemen sitting up close and  wanting to be a part of the action.  Wanting to 
have an edge when I get on  stage, but not wanting to be leaking like a sieve 
before the first musical note  of my set.  Looking over the guests up front 
and sizing up what they might  like and which might be ready to spend some 
private time.
    The usual crowd  filling the semi-dark room.  College kids, wanting to 
be a man in front of  their buddies, the older gentlemen, dignified as they 
sit watching, the married  men, looking starved for affection.  The drunks, 
thinking that anything  goes and they will go once they start getting out of 
hand and the perverts,  degenerates or deviants.  Call them what you want, 
but they are the kinky  ones that can be real good paying customers or real 
problems.  They will  weed themselves out as the night wears on, those that 
need physical attention,  those that are willing to pay for special 
attention and those that just need  some mostly harmless relaxation.
    Looking up to the  Manager as I push the buttons for my songs, and 
walking backstage again and to  the stage door.  Seems he has a lead on a man 
that wants special  attention.  I know where he will be sitting and will get 
the final okay  during my set if I should give him more then the usual  fare. 
  
    The bright lights  stabbing into my eyes as I lower them to adjust as I 
sashay onto the  stage.  Annie Lennox belting out the strains of Sweet 
Dreams as I  move slowly on my long legs from one side of the stage to the 
other.   Taking in the first few rows of men, and measuring them, just as they 
are  measuring me.  The girl who just finished working the front of the  room. 
 Her young body and big breasts getting a lot of attention.  She  will work 
the front of the room while I go through my first couple of songs and  then 
the rest of it as I remove my clothing and become more interactive with the 
 guests up front.
    My long legs,  playing to affect, as I move confidently to the rhythm 
of the music.  My  hips swaying tantalizingly with a little extra action at 
the turn of a my  strut.  The leather throwing off a dark sheen forbidden 
excitement, as I  show off and finish the song with a few Miley Cyrus twerks.  
If I was  younger I might try to do a Miley Cyrus full routine; but am 
leaving that for  the younger women.
    The  second  song at Nickelback one, suggestive of sorts.  Something in 
Your  Mouth.  Front stage now my focus, as I move in a slow sinuous  
pattern.   My vest the first piece of clothing to fall to the stage,  exposing the 
square shoulders and triangular patches, hiding the small mounds of  my 
breasts.  Feeling a sheen of sweat already building on my body, shining  it up 
nicely, as the exertion of the movements and the heat of the lights heat  of 
my skin, 
    Not expecting a  loud sound of appreciation at the revelation of my 
small chest.  That is  for the other girls to show off.  The concentrated beams 
of light, showing  the dimpling of the thin leather patches as my long 
thick nipples push at the  containing material.  My tongue and lips playing a 
major part in this part  of my act, as the long pointy tip hints of 
possibilities, as I kneel on the edge  of the stage and lean over, eyes making contact 
with a man then dropping to his  groin as my tongue weaving a taunting 
pattern.  Promises.  The  expected ones and fives being pushed into the 
waistband of my skirt and the  small patches of my bra.  The second song identifying 
the possible  spenders in the crowd.
    Standing back for a  moment and then letting Nickelback start the next 
song again.   Figured You Out.  There is a theme to my songs.  One of  a 
woman for the taking, giving to the man.  For the use of  whatever he wants of 
her.  Man hands on my hips as the song starts, then  reaching to the zipper 
of my skirt, fingers sliding it down and with a roll of  hips the short 
leather skirt slipping to puddle around my anles.  Stepping  from the ring of 
leather and walking proudly to the edge of the stage.  The  small leather 
patches on my nipples and the thin leather one between my legs,  barely 
containing the full pouty lips of my swollen labia.
    Yes.  As much  excitement as I might give to the men in the club, I 
think I am more excited  then they are.  My nipples aching under the leather.  
My lower lips  wet and sticking to the moist leather, fragrant with the 
moisture oozing from my  walls.  Squatting in front of one man and the next, my 
fingers teasing my  inner thighs.  The thrusting lips so close to their 
faces.  The scent  must be wafting to their nostrils with each breath, as I can 
smell the full  arousal of my body as my fingers teases underneath the 
thong, touching the  sensitive flesh.  My chest heaving as the finger pad 
brushers over the  small swollen pearl.  Moaning softly as I look down with promise 
as the men  lean forward and touch the velvety skin of my inner thighs.    
Caressing the soft flesh and some boldly others tentatively, touching the 
soft  leather covering, hiding the full sensuous lips of my pussy.  Letting 
them  have that contact for a moment as they slip a bill into my thong, and 
the shyer  ones thrusting it under my fingers as they rest on my  thighs.
    Sitting down on the  edge of the stage, each foot resting on the arm of 
a chair, as I wait for a  moment for the next song to begin.  Torn by 
Natalie Imbruglia (you  might want to look up the lyrics of the songs I chose), 
the soft words,  caressing the men, soothing them for a moment, as I look 
down into the eyes of  the man who chair I have chosen for my legs to rest on.  
My hips swaying on  the stage, as my fingers reach to my twin patches and 
tease them away slowly  with my fingers.   Exposing the hard thick nubs of my 
nipples.   One foot sliding to the seat of his chair, nudging gently along 
his thigh,  teasing the hard on outlined against his pants.  Undoing the 
small patches  of leather and throwing them behind me.  Then lifting my foot 
off up  slowly, bending it and taking off my heel and setting it beside me on 
the stage,  then undoing the other heel.  One foot resting again on the 
chair arm, as  the other bare foot, returns to stroke along his pant leg.  
Seeing the lust  filling his face, as my toes and the edge of my foot massage his 
need.   Blowing him a kiss as I lean forward, the pressure of my foot, 
hiding the  movement of my fingers, as I slip my thong to the side, exposing the 
fullness of  my fat labia. 
     Then lifting  my leg to the side and placing it foot down on the 
stage, spreading the wet lips  to expose the glistening pink walls.  My toes now 
teasing at the fat knob  of the man's cock, as I take one of my heels and 
insert it into my mouth.   My lips forming over the think heel.  Suckling the 
length, cleaning and  wetting it, then moving it down over my left nipple 
and down my stomach, making  a small wet trail on my body as the bottom of the 
heel moves over my pubes and  turning it quickly, spiking it into my needy 
pussy.  My head lifting and  twisting, hair flying to the sides, as I close 
my eyes and moan loudly.  My  arm working the heel into my wet hole and then 
out, fucking myself with the thin  spike.  My hips lifting up to meet my 
arm and humping the shoe as my foot  continues to massage the swollen cock 
under my foot.
    Pretending not to  see the man undo his zipper and slip his cock out, 
the bare flesh rubbing my  foot now, feeling the warmth of the soft outer 
layer, as stroke his hard  cock.   Eyes opening and pretending dismay as I see 
his cock  exposed.  Then curling my toes and running down the underside of 
the thick  vein.  Hearing his gasp and feeling the wet spray of his cum on my 
foot and  leg.  Keeling the pressure on the cock as I push it back to his 
belly, the  next blast of cum, coating his pants and shirt, as I pull my leg 
back to the  stage, and wipe my hand slowly down over the warm jism.  Wiping 
it on the  palm and fingers, and then as I continue to shoe fuck myself, I 
lick the sticky  cum with my extended tongue tip.  Waving the finger at him 
as he  tucks it away in his pants.  Whispering the words, "naughty boy."   
That is a no no; but sometimes turning a blind eye on it reaps rewards, and I 
 didn't see any police type in the crowd.   A brief look down at the 20  
dollar bill that he slips against my tender lips.  The rolled bill being  held 
for a moment by my sticky opening.  Then slipping it out and sliding  down 
to the next man in line.  My foot teasing him with my bare feet, and  
slipping into his lap, legs on either sides of his hips, Bracing my hands behind  
me and rocking on his hard cock, trapped in his jeans.  Watching his face  
and knowing when I have given him what he has come for.  A fantasy and a  
moment of release, by another woman, not his wife.  
    Timing myself to  the end of the song, then standing up and throwing 
the bills and my heels behind  me on the stage.  My thong, still pulled to the 
side as stand awaiting the  final song of my set, My hips rolling as I 
shift from foot to foot.   Nipples jiggling just a little on the small mounds of 
my breasts.  My smile  constant and my tongue licking nervously, well maybe 
not nervously, but  teasingly at my lips.
    The sound of Nine  Inch Nails, working me up as it begins the song 
Closer.  My hands  pushing my thong down slowly over my ass cheeks and thighs, 
stepping out of it  and with a flick of my foot, throwing it into the 
audience.  A nice  fragrant memento for someone to jerk off on.  Always good to 
keep those in  back happy, or at least horny.
    Turning around  slowly legs wide apart and spreading my ass cheeks with 
my hands, as I bend at  the waist and look at the audience from between my 
legs.  Feeling the small  roll of flesh, reminding me I am not as flexible 
and tight as I once was; but  still able to look between my legs and see my 
fat wet cunt lips and the men  looking at the fleshy meat.
    Standing upright  again and slapping noisily against the pouty lips, 
being rewarded with a well  practiced wet explosion of flesh on flesh.  A nice 
pleasurable feeling deep  in my core.  A few more well placed slaps, then 
walking the length of the  stage and to the side, getting down on all fours 
and leaning out my hands on a  man's thighs, feeling him tensing at the 
contact, then pushing myself forward to  kiss his lips, the lick and nibble at  
his ear.  hearing the  satisfying groan of his desire as I push myself back 
up to the stage.  Then  turning to crawl slowly, sensuously along edge, 
feeling the caress of the hands  as the men lean forward, their fingers touching 
the aching nipples and my mound  and thighs, and the bold one, the meaty 
flesh of my pussy.
    My insides heaving  with need as I slowly move down to the end of the 
stage.  Stalking my prey  as would a big cat on the hunt.  Seeing my victim, 
a smile on his  face.  He as well as the others know that he will get my 
attention.   He paid for it already, and now I will hopefully entice him or 
another man to  want to know me better in a VIP room.  
    Stoppping in front  of the man and moving till I am sitting on the edge 
of the stage again, and then  slipping into his lap.  The man already 
sitting with sprawled legs, wide,  his hard on against his tummy, as I move to 
straddle his body close, my fingers  finding just enough room to open his 
zipper and reach in and find the hardness  of his cock.  Kissing his lips, as my 
thighs and body hide from all what I  am doing.  Slipping his cock from his 
pants, trapping it against my body  and his, as I use my hand to open the 
buttons on his shirt.  Pulling it  wide and from his trousers, as I lean 
close and rub my hard nipples on his  chest.  Dragging them slowly over the 
hairy flesh.  My body shaking as  I feel the nerve endings sending jolts of 
sensation to my core.  My scent  strong, as I feel my juice leaking from my 
walls and my pouty cunt lips wiping  it on his swollen organ.  
    My mouth kissing  his, then trailing my lips down his chin and throat, 
sucking at the warm flesh,  and working my way down to I can nip at one of 
his nipples.  Teasing it  with tongue and teeth and lips.  Feeling the small 
man nipple harden like a  small pebble with my attention.  Feeling more his 
cock rubbing achingly on  my cunt lips.  My breathing heavy as I lean 
forward, my labia trapping his  cock again his bare stomach, as I rock up and down 
slowly against him.   Hearing his moans and groans, or is it mine as I work 
his cock, slowly.   Fucking him with my pussy lips, and as I find the song 
moving to a closing, I  lift up and just pull away, legs splaying wider and 
spearing the head of his  cock for a moment against my entrance and then a 
moan as it slips in and his  shaft.  My walls giving him a squeeze and 
holding then another, then  lifting up and off, as I move quickly and bring him to 
a release, the fat knob  trapped between our bodies.  His hot seed, 
spurting out against my stomach  and his.  A slippery coating of white cum, sticky 
as I lean back and milk  the last drops from his still hard cock.  Again 
wiping it on my fingers,  and smearing the white cream on my lower body as I 
break from him and pull  myself back onto the stage with the last refrains of 
Nine Inch Nails.   Really wishing I had a nine incher at this moment.
    My body slick with  moisture; but not actual white seed visible.  
Keeping to the rules as much  as possible.  Looking down at the man, and the 
fifty in his hand as I squat  down and let him insert the rolled up bill, 
totally into my body.  My eyes  closing as I feel his finger brush my small; but 
throbbing pearl.  A  soft  hiss as the lights dim and I give a bow of my head 
and a kiss to the  audience.  Bending and collecting my clothes and the 
currency strewn on the  stage.
    Hurrying back to  the dressing room to clean up a little and then to 
return to work the back of  the room for more tips.  My fingers scraping the 
cum from my body and  licking it slowly, savoring the taste and the feeling 
it elicits as I remember  the crowd and my need.
 
    The back dressing  room not very cool, after the stint under the lights 
and the laps; but at least  not sweating any more, as I feel an oscillating 
fan, drying the moisture from my  outer body.  Feeling a chill as I sit 
back and lounge naked for a couple of  minutes, letting the next dancer get 
into her routine; before going out to work  the crowd.  Not even bothering to 
count what I made on that set,  just  stashing it away in my locked cubby for 
now.  Pulling out my small vibrator  and with my legs splayed wide, working 
a quick orgasm out of my heated  body.  Not taking much stimulation to feel 
the walls contracting on the  thick black vibrator.  Using a bullet to work 
my clit as feel my thighs  shuddering and toe curling as my walls squeeze 
out a quick hard release with a  profusion of moisture.   Inhaling and taking 
in the heavy musk as I  continue the touch with a shaking hand.  
    Then opening my  eyes to see one of the young college girls staring at 
me.  Disgust on her  face.  "You are a nasty old lady the way you act out 
front and in back  here.  I don't want to see your skanky pussy or hear your 
moans.  Go  get a wino or bag person to bang you steady."  Looking at the 
gir, "you  don't even know your fucking body parts or what to do with them.  
Keep  faking your orgasms girl, that is any of those men would even want to 
fuck your  sweetest then molasses holes.  I work the room the way I want and I 
do much  better then you do little girl.  So.  Shut your fucking mouth and 
try  to look sexy when you go out on stage and not like a scared school 
girl.   Now fuck off you stupid bitch."
    Wiping my body down  and still feeling the affects of the vibrators on 
my cunt and pearl.   Purposely licking them off with loud smacking sounds 
and putting them away, as I  don a leather loin cloth and walk around to the 
side bar door.  Entering  and stopping at the first table.  Sweet talking the 
men and giving them  nasty talk besides.  And taking their money as I work 
my way around the  room,  a number of messy men in my wake.  And yes, under 
the two flaps  of leather, there is no thong, makes it much easier to hide 
their hands and  cocks, but no barrier to what they want to poke in me.  My 
little money  pocket slowly filling with various denominations of bills.
    Giving Bambi a  heads up on the big spenders in the front row, as I 
touch their shoulders on my  way through to the bar area.  Sitting down and 
handing over my bag to the  bartender and watching as he counts the bills and 
takes the club's cut.  
    Ordering a tall  Johhny Walker Double Black and sipping my free drink 
as I watch Bambi doing her  thing.  She is young like the bitch in the back 
room, but she gives the  guys a nice show and a nice slow arousal as she 
teases and cajoles the men to  contribute to her growing up fun.  Feeling a tap 
on my shoulder, and  turning to the bartender.  Seeing him raise two 
fingers.  Smiling, I  have a customer in room #2.  Mouthing the words,  "the 
works."   Meaning the customer has paid and whatever he wants in his hour, he can  
have.  Slipping off my stool and walking to the hallway with the VIP  
rooms.  Stopping at #2 and knocking softly, then turning the handle and  walking 
in with a smile on my face..........
    
    
    
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