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Audition (MF, work)
by Anonymous PIXNIX Author (c) 1989

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Why did my blind date want me to meet him at Camelot?  18th and M?  He
said lunch, but that's a GO-GO place.  They serve food, too?  He said
not to be late, or I'd miss the show.  Oh, well.  Here it is.  Hmmmmmm. 
Nice neighborhood.  Nice place.

The sign says auditions!  Oh, so that's it.  Auditions for dancers.  Was
I supposed to try out?  No way, Jose!  My shape isn't going to get me on
stage!  I see somebody waiting outside ... I approach him ... correctly
guessing this is my date.
 
We go inside, and he whispers something to the Hostess.  She looks me
over and nods.  Then we follow her to a table.  She takes our order for
burgers and cokes.  When she comes back, she gives me a 3x5 card with
the number 6 written on it.  "Number 4" a voice announces over the
microphone.
 
A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage.  She
is dressed in street clothes.  She is nervous.  The music starts.  She
is getting undressed!  Oooooo.  Auditions.  But she is not very good.  I
can do better than that.  She gets down to bra and panties, and she is
shaking.  Real nervous.  She takes her bra off, but can't drop her arms
to show her tits.  The music stops and she grabs her clothes.  My date
is the only one that applauds her.  Nice of him.

"Number 5."  That's quick!  And I'm number 6?  My heart starts to pound. 
This time I watch the next girl real close.  She is obviously a pro from
another bar.  Her moves are quick and sure.  My date takes my hand and
whispers. "You don't have to go if you don't want to.  But I want to see
you naked."  I look at him, and he has the most eager smile.  How could
I turn him down?  The girl finishes her act to lots of applause.  She
sure did swing her pussy and ass around a lot.  Is that what they want?

"Number 6."  I get on stage and look around.  Small audience.  As I
unbutton my blouse, I watch him.  He is nodding and smiling to give me
support.  Next my skirt.  Oh shit.  Pantyhose.  Why didn't he tell me? 
I fake it by slithering around on my back.  To save time, I pull my
panties off at the same time.  My bare pussy is pointing right at him. 
When my bra is off, I toss it to him.  I know the song, and there is
lots of time left.
 
The cheers are pretty loud for such a small crowd.  I love it.  My date
has his face within reach.  I kiss him, then swing around and, on hands
and knees, shove my ass in his face.  He grabs my ass cheeks to hold me. 
He sticks his tongue inside my pussy.  Ooooooo.  I flip over and bring
my knees way back.  He leans over and starts licking my clit.  And he
sticks a finger deep inside my pussy.  The cheering is tremendous. 
"Lock the Doors."  I hear someone say.
 
He stands up and opens his pants.  His cock looks beautiful.  But I
don't get to see it for long.  He climbs up with me and over me on his
hands and knees.  His legs push mine apart.  His lips start sucking on
my tits.  Then, he kisses me thoroughly on the mouth.  I feel his cock
push deep inside me.  The crowd is wild. "Go! Go! GO! GO! GO!"  They
are shouting, as our hips push and buck and fuck.  The music is very
loud in my ears, and I start my orgasm just as the music hits its peak. 
I feel his hot cum spurt inside me at the same time.  The music stops. 
The cheering and foot stomping is deafening.

Somebody -- the manager? -- comes over and squeezes my tits.  And he
says, "You're hired.  How much do you want for three acts like that per
night?"

