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Subject: THEMENITE-EXHIBITIONISM "Ashley'sSecret" www.nastystories.com
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~Subject: Ashley's Secret
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~Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 03:38:49 GMT
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Ashley was a bright, cheerful 19-year-old college student.  Popular 
among her friends, she was known as a "good" girl; she didn't drink, 
use drugs or foul language.  She made good grades, and was always 
willing to help out a friend.   Her tall, slender build, short blonde 
hair and deep green eyes made her popular with the guys as well, but 
none had ever gotten beyond a little heavy petting with her.  Well, 
there WAS that one guy she'd sucked off, and allowed to eat her.  But 
Ashley was a virgin, and planned to remain that way until marriage.

None of her friends realized that Ashley had a secret.

By night, she worked her way through school by appearing on stage at
Club Mons, a totally-nude nightclub in a nearby town.  Known there
only as "Viper", she was one of the club's most popular dancers and
sometimes made as much as a thousand dollars on a busy Friday or
Saturday night.

At the club, "Viper"'s trim build, small upthrust breasts with tiny
stiff nipples, and totally shaved pubic mound drove the men wild.  Her
body was deeply bronzed from sessions in a tanning bed, with only the
briefest line of creamy white skin showing from the tiny g-string she
wore while tanning.  On stage, she was totally uninhibited, and moved
with the grace of a cat.  Good tippers would get to see how dancing
turned HER on as well as them, when she spread her lips wide, letting
them see her juices glistening within, sometimes dipping a finger
between her folds then offering it to the tipper's mouth to suck.

The tips on stage were good, but like most of the other dancers at
Club Mons, Ashley's REAL income came from giving private "table
dances", where the girls would, for a price, take the customer to a
darkened side room where chairs lined the walls.  They'd strip down
totally, then grind away to the music in the customer's lap.
Sometimes, they'd reach down and rub the customer's cock through his
pants with a hand, or nibble it lightly (again, through the pants).
There weren't many restrictions, and the customers were allowed to
touch, within reason, the club being located in a fairly liberal
seaside town.  Usually, anytime Ashley took a customer to the room,
there'd be from five to eight other girls, each concentrating solely
on
the customer they were dancing for.

Private dancing REALLY turned her on, and Ashley gave the best table 
dance in the house.  It wasn't uncommon for one of her customers to 
leave the club right after she danced for them, trying to conceal a
wet 
spot in their pants.  The club had no dress code, and sometimes when 
the guy wore loose-fitting shorts, she'd slip a small hand under the 
legband and jerk him off, concealed by her body, or if his cock was 
long enough, push his legband up so she could rub her wet folds
against 
his cockhead.  Once in a while when she did this, she would cum too, 
especially if the guy was playing with her clit.  The guys usually 
thought she was just acting, that it was part of the show, but they 
tipped bigger and kept coming (and cumming) back.

Other times, she'd get so turned on she'd have to bring herself off in
the ladies room before returning to the stage.

Tonight was no different.  She'd just table-danced for a guy who,
judging from the bulge in his jeans, had a HUGE cock.  She'd gotten so
hot rubbing against it, the roughness of his denim pants rasping
against her clit, that she'd almost cum.  But the song had ended, and
he didn't want to pay for another dance.  Too bad for him, she
thought,
'cause HE'D almost cum too, as she finished herself off with a finger
in the ladies room.

When she went back into the clubroom, she saw that things had slowed 
down.  It was getting late.  She went to the jukebox, selected a
couple 
of songs, and headed for the stage, just as Monica, the hostess,
seated 
a new customer at the long table on the stage edge.  Man, HE'S 
good-looking, she thought, flashing him a smile and tossing him her 
silk teddy.  Clad only in briefest of g-string, she began to dance.  
Soon, the g-string followed the teddy.

Two songs later, as the music wound to a close, the guy finally tipped
her.  A twenty dollar bill.  His eyes never left hers as she knelt,
picked it up, spread her knees wide apart and spread her folds for
him;
he just matched her gaze and smiled the faintest of smiles.  She felt
herself go wet, and her nipples crinkled.  She blushed.

The song ended, and she went to him.  Still nude, she sat in his lap,
smiling inwardly to herself at the bulge in his lap.  Leaning forward
so that her breasts brushed him, she placed her lips to his ear.
"Would you like a private dance?," she whispered.  His hand cupped her
breast, lightly, his thumb sending an electric shock through her
nipple.  He nodded.

She rose and took him by the hand, leading him to the side room.  When
he stood, he made no effort to conceal the bulge in his thin cotton
tennis shorts.  Damn, he's cute!, she thought, leading him into the
darkest corner of the room.  Only one other girl was with a customer,
Sarah, a dusky-skinned beauty, near the entrance.

She explained the rules to him:  $30 for one song, $50 for two.  He
was 
allowed to touch her, but could not put a finger inside.  "And I give 
the best table dance in the house," she whispered in his ear, her 
tongue teasing him lightly.  "I'll bet I make you cum!"  She gave the 
bulge in his shorts a quick rub with her hand.  He didn't say a word, 
just laid a hundred dollar bill in her hand.  "FOUR songs?"  He
nodded.

She helped him get arranged in the chair the way she liked it, scooted
forward, leaning back, legs apart.  The music started and she lifted
his Polo shirt in the front to above his nipples, exposing crinkly
chest hair, tan skin and rippling muscle.  She leaned forward and
licked his nipple, then a wet line down to his waistband.  Took a
quick
look around, no one watching, GOOD!, nibbled the head of his cock
through the thin cotton, breathed hot air on it.  She turned and bent
over, legs wide apart, giving him time to look as his hands took her
hips, then slowly leaned back, rubbing wet pussy lips down across his
belly onto his lap.  She began to slowly grind back and forth, around
and around, rubbing his cock through the shorts with her pussy, as he
cupped her tit with one hand and slipped the other between her legs, a
finger finding her clit immediately.  She gasped, turned her head to
him, kissed him teasingly.

The first song ended, and another began.  Feeling more aggressive, she
pushed the legband of his shorts up, allowing a couple of inches of
his
cock to pop out.  She took it in her hand, palming it, as she rubbed
her labia along the top of it.  God, she was getting hot!  She raised
up, rubbed cunt lips on his belly, lowered back down.  His finger
never
left her clit.  Again.  His cock twitched in her palm.  Her nipples
had
never been so hard.  A single drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip of
his
cock.  She swirled it around with her thumb, coating the head, making
him gasp.

Song number three, and she disengaged.  Leaned forward, touching the
floor with one hand, herself with the other.  She showed him how wet
she was.  Rubbed her clit herself.  Lowered herself back into his lap
as he suddenly shifted position slightly, his hands on her lips.

WHAT?!..Wait.. NO!!..too late!  With one smooth, sure stroke, his cock
slipped past her labia, plunged boldly through her maidenhead, FILLED
her as he pulled her down, down, more and more of his cock sliding in,
past her swollen, glistening lips.  His hands held her firmly to his
lap, guiding her hips in slow circles, grinding her to him.  Her knees
were together in front, no way anyone could see.  She bit her lip to
keep from crying out...it felt so...damn....GOOD!  She leaned back
against him, reveling in the sensation, parted her knees slightly to
allow his hand to go between her thighs, concealing their connection,
rubbing her clit again...the fourth song started, and the fire inside
her built to an explosion as she came like never before.

Out of control now, totally lost in sensation, to HELL with who might 
see, Ashley for the first time in her life FUCKED a man.  No making 
love, this was pure animal, and she was amazed at the force of her 
orgasm, a never-ending string of nerve-jangling explosions, her inner 
muscles clamping down on the unfamiliar fullness.  She felt his cock 
suddenly swell, stiffen, jerk, AH!!! that's so...HOT! as her own
orgasm 
overtook her again.  The song ended.  Ashley just panted.

The customer, in one smooth motion, slid her forward off his shrinking

cock, and tucked the offending organ away.  She stood, shaky, and took

the seat beside him.  There was a delicious sticky feeling between her

legs, and she could feel his jizz running out onto the chair.  She 
tried to catch her breath, to SAY something.  He just smiled at 
her...leaned forward, kissed her once, lightly, dropped another
hundred 
on the table.  "It was worth it," he smiled.  "You DID make me cum."

Ashley picked up the bill, pulled all the others out of her garter,
looked at the amount...over a thousand.  Considered.  She smiled her
prettiest smile up at him.

Then Ashley, a virgin no more, asked him, "How much for all night?"

Ashley soon quit her dancing job...she found something more
lucrative...the phone sex biz.  You can call Ashley and her
girlfriends at 011-592-563-565.  Int'l rates average 70 cents per
minute, no other charges apply!  You must be over 18.









