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The story of how a young virginal college girl in need of money starts
down the road to becoming a stripper, first going to work at a Hooters
style bar, then being seduced and persuaded to use her body to make even
more money.
It was very odd, like leading a double life, maybe even a triple
life. On the one hand I was the studious college girl studying and going
to classes regularly, ignoring the party people around the dorms,
wearing modest clothing, and not dating.
On the other hand I was the flirt and cocktease at Owls, shaking my
booty, shaking my boobs, winking and leering and joking with the
customers as they poured money into my pockets, and sneering derisively
at Jerry just like the other girls did.
And then there was me the whore, the wanton, revelling in the
hardness of his cock as it pounded into me, sucking on it lovingly,
grunting as it took me in the ass, as it pounded into me.
It was hard keeping them all apart. I'd be sitting at my desk in my
dorm room reading an Economics test, and suddenly feel like a fuck,
suddenly feel like I needed Jerry's stiff cock inside me.
When my father or mother called, I would amuse myself by replaying
the lewdest, most disgusting scenes I'd had with Jerry through my mind.
I'd think of him fucking me in the ass, of me jerking off in the
bathroom while he watched, of him fucking me against the wall, or on the
bar, or on all fours.
Yes, mommy, I'm a good girl.
But one day my triple life ended, and trouble came crashing down on me.
It was another of the nights when I stayed late with him to close
up. We were in the kitchen, both naked. I was sitting, well, more like
laying, on one of the counters, legs wide as Jerry thrust his cock up my
ass. My legs were up and back, his hands on the backs of my knees as he
pounded his meat into me.
Mr. Leary, who owned the restaurant, came in, not expecting to find
anyone there. He was astonished, and embarrassed, and furious to find us
like that, and as I tried to cover myself up, mortified, he fired us
both on the spot.
I was speechless, trying to cover my body with my hands as he
screamed in fury. Jerry, that prick, Jerry tried to get out of it by
offering me to Leary! He said Leary could fuck me too, whenever he
wanted and any way he wanted!!
Like, what was I, his toy? Who the fuck did he think he was telling
Leary he could fuck me!!?
Anyway, this all left me up shit creek with no paddle, and more
importantly, no money.
And there wasn't anything in the want ads that offered anything
close to what I was getting at Owls.
A few nights later I was out with Jerry, trying to drown my sorrows
and have a good time, when we went into this rough bar on the south side.
We had some drinks, danced some, kind of groped each other in the
dim light, and I was just getting ready to tell him to take me home and
give me a good fuck, when the musical group stopped playing and the
announcer said it was time for the wet T-shirt contest.
I gave Jerry a suspicious scowl, but he only grinned at me. "Hey,
you said you needed money. There's a five hundred dollar prize for first
place."
"Forget it," I sniffed.
"How come? You shy all of a sudden?"
"No, but..."
"But what? All the time you spent prancing around Owls with your
nipples sticking out through your shirt and now you're too shy to get up
on stage and show off the boys?"
"I doubt I'd win anyway," I said.
"Come on, give it a try."
I was tempted. I could sure use the money. I didn't really think I
had a chance of winning. I could see several big titted girls climbing
up onto the stage already. Still, the idea started to give me an odd
little kick.
The idea of standing up there practically topless and shaking my
boobs at a room full of people was awfully kinky and exciting. Nobody
knew me here, so...so why not do it? Hell, wouldn't that drive mom and
dad crazy if they found out?!
And he was right about my prancing around Owls' and showing off my
boobs. So what was the big deal.
"Okay," I shrugged.
"Attagirl!"
He pushed me forward through the crowd and lifted me up onto the
stage. Most of us didn't have T-shirts, so we all went behind the
curtain and stripped our tops and bras off, then took the thin, cheapo
T-shirts they gave us. All of them were too small, of course.
There were a dozen of us lined up on the stage when we were
changed, and the audience hooted and yelled up at us. I felt kind of
embarrassed, but also kind of excited. I felt a sexual tension in my
belly too, at the idea of showing myself off to all these people.
The musicians played, and we all kind of danced awkwardly, swaying
and jiggling a bit. I scanned the rest of the girls, checking out my
chances. There were several girls with bigger boobs than me, and several
girls prettier than me, but I didn't see any prettier girls with bigger
tits.
A couple of the waiters moved down the line of girls with pitchers
of water, pouring them onto their chests. I was glad I wasn't wearing
expensive pants.
The guy got to me, the audience really getting loud now, and poured
the water over my chest. I gasped and stumbled back a half pace. It was
cold water! The T-shirt became instantly transparent as my nipples
swelled and stiffened.
There were howls and cheers from the audience as the rest of the
girls were soaked, then we kind of walked up and down the stage, shaking
our asses and playing to the crowd.
Several of the girls were obviously embarrassed and self-conscious,
but I was really starting to enjoy myself. I basked in the attention,
swinging my hips and leering at the crowd, sliding my hands through my
hair as I sashayed along the edge of the stage.
I was really flushed with excitement, my pussy steaming as I kind
of danced around, waving my titties at them all. Then, well, maybe it
was the booze, or maybe others were excited too, but one of the girls, a
brunette with a smaller chest, rolled her wet T-shirt upwards to great
cheers, baring her tits.
Another blonde did it, and then, well, like I said, I was kind of
hot, and I'd had a few, so I did it too, sliding my soaking T-shirt
upwards over my breasts and then bringing my hands up behind my head as
I shook my boobs at them.
I laughed as some of the guys near the stage yelled out desperate
entreaties, begging for my name and phone number and telling me how
they'd give a fortune to suck at my breasts.
And I was declared the winner!
I was so incredibly proud! And excited and...well, and hot. I was
so hot I wanted to grab Jerry and fuck him right there on the stage, but
I wasn't ready to put on THAT kind of a show.
I took the check and changed back into my top, then me and Jerry
went back to his place and fucked like crazy. He even had me, for the
first time, kneel, while he slid his cock between my breasts and
squeezed them together around it.
He called it tit-fucking, and said that only girls like me who had
large tits could do it well. I loved it, because my breasts were so
sensitive, and because, that night, I was so proud of them. I knelt
there, my arms pressed against the sides of my titties, my hands in my
puss as I came and came.
Then his jism spewed all over my tits and face, and he rubbed his
cock around against my skin, smearing it in.
I sucked hard again, and he fucked me in the pussy, then, after I
came, pulled out and fucked me up the asshole. It was a wild night, all
told, something to remember for a long time.
Four
It was hopeless. There just wasn't any other part-time jobs that
would pay me what I got at Owls. I was going to have to find some way to
get it out of my father. I might even have to go back home again.
When I told Jerry this one night, while laying naked together after
a hard hot fuck session, he thought for a moment, then laughed.
"What?"
"I know a job you'd do fantastic at, and it pays better than Owls did."
"What?" I asked warily.
"Place I go to sometimes has an opening for an exotic dancer."
"A what?"
"A topless dancer."
"Forget it!"
"Why? You looked like you were enjoying yourself the other night."
"Well yeah...but...I'm not gonna be a stripper!"
"It's not a stripper, exactly. It's topless. You just have to wave
your tits around. It's a class place. Mostly you're just there for
background. People are drinking and talking. They just want a pretty
girl to look at."
"You mean her tits!"
"Yeah, that too. It's a clean, respectable place."
"I'm sure," I sniffed.
"The point is it pays really well."
"So does hooking."
"You can try that if you want," he grinned.
"I'm not gonna get up on a stage and shake my tits around!"
"You already did."
"Well..uh... yeah but... I... that was different!"
"Yeah, right!" he laughed.
The place actually was pretty nice, but he was wrong about all you
did. You did actually strip, but you stripped down to a G-string, which
meant you showed off your ass and not just your boobs.
They liked part-timers, because it made for a lot of variation
among the girls who danced. Jerry almost had to drag me in to see the
manager, a guy Jerry called Pete, who looked at me in a way that made me
blush, but also tingle with pleasure. It was the look that said he
thought I was hot and sexy.
"Ever danced before?"
"Well, not on a stage."
"Dancing is dancing. The problem is doing it in front of people who
are watching you. Think you can do that?"
I shrugged awkwardly.
"Take off your top."
I gulped and looked at Jerry.
"If you're shy about showing off your tits, honey, you ain't in the
right place," the manager said.
I licked my lips nervously, then unbuttoned my shirt. I was
blushing, but my insides were starting to really heat up. I removed my
bra then, shrugging the straps off, then standing there straight.
"Nice tits," Pete said admiringly.
"You oughto see how they feel," Jerry said with a lewd grin.
I blushed even more, but felt my pussy starting to bubble with juice.
"I bet they feel great,"
I smiled shakily. Pete was a big guy, even bigger than Jerry, with
a blunt, bullet shaped head, big nose and enormous shoulders. He had a
scar on the side of his face, and looked incredibly rough.
"These are real, too," Jerry said.
"Yeah, I know," Pete said. "You can tell the difference pretty
easy. These are damned nice, though, almost perfect."
"Give a feel."
Pete looked at me. I was shocked at Jerry's gall, but too hot to
protest. I didn't say anything, and Pete took that as permission. He
reached out and cupped my breasts, lifting them a little, as though
weighing them. He squeezed lightly, and I felt my nipples burn as my
pussy started to throb.
"S'nuthin' like teenagers, man," Pete said to Jerry. "They got the
best skin and the tightest little bodies."
"Tight inside too," Jerry smirked.
"Tell you what, hon," Pete said. "I'll give you twenty minutes with
Tracey. Then you can do a little dance for me, Jerry, and a couple of
other guys here. If it's good enough you're hired and you can work
Friday and Saturday nights."
He picked up the phone and used the intercom to call someone, this
Tracey person, asking her to come in. I slipped my bra back on, and was
just pulling on my shirt when the door opened and a blonde girl a few
years older than me came in.
"Tracey, take Alex here in back, get her a costume, and see if she
can dance."
Tracey motioned me forward, rolling her eyes a bit, and I followed
her down a narrow hall into a small back room.
"You never danced before?"
"No."
"Get your clothes off."
I stripped down to my panties and Tracey got me a G-string, then
string bikini panties to wear over them. She gave me a matching bra,
which was a bit too small, a schoolgirl outfit, with snaps on the white
blouse, and long knee socks with flat shoes.
She put on something similar, actually a cowgirl outfit, then
turned on a ghetto blaster and showed me how to strip as I danced. It
wasn't terribly hard, and just really involved keeping in motion and
taking my clothes off slowly.
There were a few things, like how to let gravity strip the jacket
and how to unroll the socks, that she showed me, but really, it was
incredibly easy. It didn't actually require much in the way of talent.
Of course, doing it in front of Tracey and doing it in front of
strange men were two different things entirely.
But I was hyped up, excited, really starting to get horny at the
thought of stripping in front of Pete and Jerry. God! What would dad
say!!? Me a stripper!
I thought I'd have to do it in the small office, but when I was
finished, and Tracey grudgingly told me I was good enough, she led me
into the main part of the bar...which was closed then, and Pete told me
to go up on the stage.
Him and Jerry and Tracey sat at a front table, while two other guys
leaned against the bar talking with the bartender. I felt suddenly
really self-conscious standing up there alone with all those eyes on me,
and just kind of stood there as the music played.
Pete motioned encouragingly, and I started to dance to the music. I
felt kind of awkward at first, but the more I did it the looser I got,
and the more I kind of got into it. My movements became more fluid, and
I started dancing better.
I did like Tracey had shown me, whipping my arms back, arching my
back, and letting the weight pull the jacket over my shoulders and down
my arms. Then I grabbed it as it dropped off and whirled it around a few
times as I leered at them and shook my hips.
I pranced around like that, then tossed the jacket away. I waggled
my behind at them, then kind of bent over and hiked my skirt up, showing
them my panties. I sashayed across the front of the stage, sliding my
hands along my neckline, then popping the buttons down the front one by one.
I jerked it open, leering and sliding my tongue over my lower lip
as I showed them my bra, then let my shirt go as I slid my fingers up
through my hair and ground my hips at them.
I undid the catch at the side of the skirt and let it slide down my
legs as I wiggled my ass and hips. It slid to my ankles and I stepped
out of it, clad in the shirt. I danced around a little more, lifting my
arms high above me, and making my body undulate.
I kicked off one shoe, then the other, then knelt, humping against
them as I slid my hands down my body.
Then I whipped my arms back and let the shirt fly back over my
shoulders and down my arms. I dropped it and cupped my bra-clad breasts,
sticking my tongue out at them. I was really getting high, grinding
myself at them in just bra and panties.
I got up and pranced across the stage, then undid the catch in the
front of the bra while my back was to them. I let it slip over my
shoulders, then turned, arms over my chest, my hips grinding fluidly.
I let my arms slide aside, then rise, letting my breasts free. I
danced and jiggled, my arms up above my head, my hips twisting and
turning. I turned and slipped my thumbs through the sides of my bikini,
peeling it down as I bent way over.
I bared my ass to them, wagging it from side to side, then stood up
and stepped out of the panties. Now wearing just socks and the G-string,
I turned and danced towards the edge of the stage. Face flushed, I let
my fingers glide up my hips and over my breasts. I squeezed them
together, then up, then let them fall free as I bent forward.
I dropped onto all fours, my head shaking to the music as my heavy
breasts dangled down. I slid flat on the stage, then rolled over before
sitting up again, legs spread. I stood up and did a kind of jump turn,
showing them my buttocks again, bending over to shake it at them.
And that's how I got the job.
It took up less time than the one at Owls, but paid a little better
anyway. My first show I was really nervous. I'd had some time to
practice, though, and had my routine down so that I was able to fly
through it even though there were over a hundred people out there watching.
Well, most were watching. That was a bit weird. There I was shaking
my nice titties at people and some of the guys were ignoring me, just
sitting there drinking and talking and not even looking at me.
But I got through it, and the next show, and started to learn new
routines, new dances. The girls were all pretty friendly once they
realized I wasn't just some college girl stripping for a kink. One girl
in particular, well, one woman in particular, Rebecca, was really cool
about helping me learn new dances and invent cheap new costumes.
She was the one who helped me with my secretary outfit. I thought
it would be great because so many of the men were businessmen. I tied my
hair in a tight bun and wore thick glasses and a business suit, then
when i stripped down to my G-string the men loved it.
I even had a little note pad, and I'd start out by coming on stage
and saying. "Mr. Smith, I'm here to take dictation," in a really stern,
businesslike voice.
Then I'd finish on my knees, bent over so my titties would hang
down, and say it again, but in a really soft, cooing voice, hair hanging
loose, and no glasses.
I had fun with it, too. It made me hot to have so many people
looking at me, to have so many men lusting after me. I always got so
aroused during my little stripping shows that I felt like raping someone
afterwards.
A few times I even thought about taking off my G-string, but that
wasn't allowed, and anyway, the idea was kind of embarrassing.
One night the audience was particularly responsive, some of them
almost drooling over me, and when I got off backstage I was flushed with
pride and excitement. I put on my dressing gown as Sharon, the next girl
went out on stage.
"Nice job, kid," Pete said.
"I know," I giggled, sticking out my tongue.
"Listen, I want you to change your schedule for next week. I need
you in on Thursday."
"Can't," I shrugged.
"Find a way. Cheryl's getting dental surgery and can't come in."
"Well," I said, still acting the tease, "Too bad for Cherry."
"Just get in here Thursday."
"Come oooon, Petey," I groaned, gripping the lapels of his jacket.
"I can't come in Thursday. I'm just a wittel school giiirl."
I puckered my lips and pouted.
"Uh huh, but you'll be a schoolgirl on stage in a G-string," he said.
"Let Tracey do it," I pouted. "I'll give you a kiiiiiisss."
"No deal," he grinned.
"You're not going to...make me do something..naughty, are you, Petey?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"I don't know. I'm just a wittel schoolgirl," I said, looking said
and pouty.
His hands found their way up under my dressing gown and squeezed my
bare breasts. I groaned, the heat setting my chest afire.
"Come here, baby."
He took my arm and roughly pulled me into his office, closing the
door. I was too hot to care what he did as he spun me around again, then
jerked open the robe and slid his arms around me.
His lips came down onto mine as his hands groped my bare ass
cheeks, and I threw my arms around him, pressing my hot, swollen breasts
against his chest.
"Oohhh!" I groaned.
He backed me against the desk, then jerked my head back and chewed
at my throat. He bent further, his tongue sliding over my nipple and his
mouth closing around it, suckling as he squeezed both breasts.
I stroked his hair and pushed my tits forward, gasping for breath
as the heat boiled up inside me.
"Oh! Oh God! Oohhh!"
The robe dropped of my shoulders to the floor as he gripped my ass
and lifted me up onto the desk. He pushed me back, gripping my G-string
and yanking it down my legs. he tossed it behind him and I spread my
legs as he moved between them.
He leaned into me, his lips still suckling and chewing on my
breasts as he ground his pelvis into my crotch. I reached for his
bulging pants, squeezing his cock though them, sliding my fingers up and
down what felt like a very long, thick prong.
I unzipped his pants, and he straightened, pulling his mouth off my
breasts. To my surprise he dropped to his knees then and began to lick
at my thighs. Jerry had never given me head, and now, as Pete's lips
slid over my pussy lips my body blasted upwards, my ass bucking.
He pried my pussy lips apart and sucked at my hole, pushing his
tongue into me, then slid his mouth upwards over my clit and started
going crazy on it. He sucked and blew, and licked and nibbled as my
insides dissolved from the power of the pleasure he pumped into me.
I came, and came again, and came yet again, my body thrashing and
writhing on the desk, my legs bouncing and jerking in mid-air as he
sucked my spasming clitty.
My back arched again and again as my mind was blasted by howling
sexual bliss. My entire body hummed and churned with sexual power as his
mouth threatened to devour me, to suck my insides out through my pussy.
There was a knock at the door, and a voice, but I didn't even hear
it. Pete stood up, but there were two of them. No.
No. It was...Jerry was there, standing beside Pete, grinning down
at me.
Pete pushed my legs up and back, then buried his cock inside me and
started fucking. My mind spun and jerked as I began to automatically
hump back. My insides were on fire, and nothing mattered but satisfying
the monstrous lust screaming down my nervous system.
Jerry wasn't mad at all, and I just looked at him as Pete pounded
my legs back with his body, his big cock skewering me, the head punching
at my cervix as he drove it into me with powerful strokes.
Jerry moved behind me then, and I felt his hands under my arms,
dragging me further onto the desk, pulling me so my head hung over the
top. Pete had my knees pinned down against the desk beside me, my ass
sticking into the air as he rammed his meat down into my pussy, and
Jerry pressed his prick against my mouth and pushed it inside.
He gripped my arms and spread them out along the edge of the desk
as he began to pump into me. Then he suddenly pushed in really hard. I
gagged and chocked, then jerked in shock as his cockhead popped into my
throat and slid slowly down my gullet.
I tried to break free, instinctively terrified of choking. My
throat was filled with Jerry's cock meat as Pete held my knees tightly
and kept fucking into me.
They said something to each other, but my head was roaring, and I
couldn't make out the words. It was the strangest thing. I was trembling
with pleasure, yet shaking with fear and anxiety.
Then he pulled his cock back out, and I coughed and gagged and
gulped in air.
"See now?" he said, loud enough for me to hear. "It's easy to deep
throat a cock. All you gotta do is swallow like it's a big hunk of meat."
"It is," Pete grunted with a laugh, his cock still slamming down
into my fuck pipe with powerful thrusts.
"You're a natural born cock sucker, Alex," Jerry growled, sliding
his spit-wet cock all over my face.
He pressed it against my mouth again, and, since it was gaping open
as I gulped in air, by the time I tried to close it it was too late. I
drew in a great breath of air just before he thrust forward, then fought
to keep from gagging as his cock slid into my throat and went right down it.
I swallowed like it was a piece of meat, a lot less frightened now
that I realized what he was doing and that it wasn't going to choke me.
Once I relaxed it was a lot easier. It was just like sodomy in that way.
His cock began to pump slowly inside my throat, while I lay there and
basked in the growing pleasure.
It was an absolutely amazing sensation, feeling his cock sliding
inside my throat and sawing across my lips. It was amazing just looking
at it sliding through my lips.
Of course my view was kind of topsy turvy. I couldn't even see Pete
now since my head was over the edge of the desk. All I could feel was
his stiff prick thrusting into my belly.
I had a moment of clarity, a moment when I was able to clearly see
in my mind what was happening, then I came, the shock of it blasting me
into a monster orgasm that made me shake and jerk in helpless glee.
Convulsions wracked my body as the two men fucked their cocks into
me from opposite ends, and I screamed soundlessly into Jerry's prick as
it fucked my face with harder, longer strokes.
Jerry came, but I hardly noticed it. he poured his cum right down
my throat, cursing me in the most obscene words possible. Pete fucked
for another few minutes, then he too came inside me, dropping his thick
load in my pussy.
They both laughed and dropped into chairs then, while I lay there
spreadeagled across the desk, hardly having the strength to even pull my
head up.
I sat up slowly, groaning, and running a hand through my hair to
shove it back from my face. I sighed and leaned forward. There was a
pitcher of water on a table next to it and I put it to my mouth and
drank deeply, letting a lot of it splash down my chest and body.
"Told you she was a hot piece of ass," Jerry grinned.
"Amen," Pete sighed.
"Perves," I sighed.
"You talk like that, baby we won't throw you any more fucks," Jerry
grinned.
"Like you could," I sniffed.
"Come down here and suck me off and we'll see."
"You already fucked my throat," I complained, rubbing it.
"You hadda learn how to deep throat," he grinned unapologetically.
"Why?" I grumbled.
"You suck me and Pete off and we'll ride your ass for you, baby."
"You already came," Pete said.
"Only a couple of times," I pouted.
I was still so hot! This whole scene was just getting to me. I was
feeling so daring and wicked, first stripping in front of a crowd of
people, and then having sex with two men at once!
I slid off the desk and got down on my knees on the floor in front
of Jerry, then began to lick at his balls. I massaged his cock with my
fingers as I sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time and massaged
them inside.
Then I licked up and down his cock before sucking it into my mouth
to the hilt and moving it around inside, licking at it as I squeezed and
twisted it and pressed it against the insides of my cheeks.
I slid my lips back up its length, holding them tight so his prick
stretched out. Then I pulled my mouth off it, squeezing it with my fist
as I licked at the head.
I turned and looked at Pete.
"Come over here," I said. "Sit next to him."
Pete pulled his chair over next to Jerry's, and I reached for his
cock, sliding my hand up and down it, massaging his balls. I licked at
Jerry's, then turned and took Pete's into my mouth and started sucking
as I worked my thumb against the underside of Jerry's cockhead.
Soon they were both starting to swell and harden. I got them to
stand close together, and managed to get both cocks into my mouth at
once...though it was hard, and my jaw strained painfully. I sucked and
licked at them as they leered down at me.
Then Jerry pulled me up to my feet, turned me around, and pressed
me flat against the wall. He pressed his swollen, spit-wet cockhead
against my anus, jabbing and pushing it up into the little round hole.
I raised my arms high and arched my back, groaning, pushing my ass
out as his cock drove up into it. I felt so intensely sexual, like a
sexual animal, a fuck machine, and revelled in it.
My pussy burned as Jerry forced his cock deeper into my gut. I was
able to relax my muscles so that, with the aid of my own spit, his cock
slid up fairly easily. Then he fucked me slowly, grinding his pelvis
against my buttocks.
He slid his arms around me, holding me tight, then turned me around
to face Pete. Pete came in tight against me, holding his own hard cock
as he pushed it against my slit. I groaned, throwing my arms around him
as his cock pierced me.
Then he grabbed my hips and jerked me forward as he forced his
prick meat up my pussy. I was impaled from both sides, a sandwich
between two hard male bodies.
Jerry gripped my hair, twisting my head up and back as he chewed on
the side of my throat. Pete bit down on the other side of my throat, one
of his hands squeezing my ass, the other on my breast, mashing it hard,
making it ooze out between his fingers.
It was a lewd, uneven, ragged fucking, but my guts were twisting
and churning around the two big pricks pumping inside me, and I felt
consumed by the fires of my own sexual need as an orgasm blasted through me.
Pete let go of my ass, and Jerry let go of my hair, and they
crushed their chests flat against me, Pete's fingers digging into my
buttocks and Jerry gripping the front of my thighs as their cocks drove
up into my belly with hard, desperate lust.
They cursed and panted and grunted, their sweaty bodies squeezing
and crushing me between them as they drove their pricks into me. And all
I could do was moan and whimper as my insides were torn apart.
I came again, trembling and shaking and humping wildly between
them. Pete's cock sawed roughly between my pussy lips as he forced
himself up into me, Jerry's cock pounded into my anal tube, sending
cramps rippling through my belly.
Then my spasming holes caused their cocks to explode, and foamy
white jism pumped up into me as they cried out in pleasure.
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From the ebook: Stripper, by Argus
Argus books have been published by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star,
Olympia, Chimera, and Beeline. His e-books are available for download at
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