Author: J Saunders
Title: Kims New Experiences
Part: 06
Summary: Kim finds her first job boring at first, but soon things pick up and she can hardly stay away (even if she desperately wants to).
Keywords: mf, blackmail, humil

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Introduction:  All good things take time, the action does come.



Kims New Experiences - Part 6

That night at home I am totally focused on what I need to do, I just pray that Rick will be at Slims again as he said he would be.  If he isn't then it's all over for sure.  After last night I think I know what interests Rick now, and I must give it to him in heaps - literally.  Luckily I have heaps to give.
I get dressed, first putting on some basic black flower patterned stockings, the closest stockings to fishnet that I think I can wear without looking like a prostitute.  Over these I put on my tight little black dress, normally reserved for romantic dinner dates.  The dress has a zip in the front which starts at my navel and goes up to mid way down my chest, normally covering my deep cleavage quite well when fully zipped.  It's a tight and supportive fit around my large breasts so a bra is not absolutely necessary although a bit of bouncing will happen without one I know from previous experience.  Generally I wear a bra at all times, big bouncing breasts are more fun for the observer than the owner, but I decide that a bit of jiggle might add that little bit extra to Ricks attention span and I can live with some bounce on this occasion if only it will help get what I need.  To finish off the outfit I put on black leather boots that come up my leg to just below the knee.
Looking at myself in the mirror I have to admit that I am going to be treading close to the edge in terms of looking like a hooker, albeit a high class one.  Even so, I think to myself, Slims is much closer to the bottom of the hooker market than the top, I'll still look a class above anyone there and hopefully be left mostly alone, other than by Rick of course.
By 8:30pm I'm ready and I head out, making my way to Slims.  I park as close to the door as possible and make a dash for the entrance.  Once inside Slims I find it's pretty much as it was the night before, fairly full of low life's.  This time I get a lot of turned heads that stay turned and follow my progress as I walk through, past the bar and towards the stage area.  I try not to look at any of them but can't help picturing in my minds eye, gross fat lips being licked by think tongues as they watch my bouncing chest walk by.
I'm unexpectedly relieved when I spot Rick in the same area as he was the night before.  I confess to myself that I must have been very worried that he might not be here tonight after all.  My relief gives me a confidence boost, if he's here I can make him give me what I need!  I must make him.
I change my walk to a more casual pace and wonder over to his table, he doesn't notice me until I get close.  When he turns and looks at me I can see he’s impressed, I actually see him do a double take on realising it’s me from the night before, cleaned up well, so to speak.
He greets me enthusiastically with a big grin, as I sit down I notice his eyes wonder down to my chest and linger at the hint of cleavage showing above the zip.  Even though it’s zipped up to the top a hint of plunging deep cleavage is squeezed together on display there.  Rick pays me much more attention tonight, even when a buxom waitress walks past he seems content to only give her a passing glance while reserving his attention mainly for me.  
He initiates the small talk this time and keeps it flowing.  I soon move us onto occupations but don't mention where I work when I tell him what I do.  For his part he is cagey and doesn't say much other than that he is “between things”.  The subject seems to distract him, his chattiness dries up, a stripper has also come on and he looks in the direction of the stage, although I can see he is more contemplative than watching with focus.  This is obviously a sore spot with him.
While his attention is diverted I tug at the zip holding my tits tightly in place and ease it down an inch, then I think I don't have time to waste, I might not get another chance.  I tug it down another half inch, to go lower would be too obvious.  When I spot a waitress I get her attention and order up some Dutch courage in the form of a margarita.  Rick orders another beer while still looking at the stage.  My drink arrives quickly and I make short work of it, gulping it down while the strip show continues, I order another for good measure.  Rick doesn't seem to notice or care.  My second drink arrives as the show ends, Ricks attention wonders back to the me.  He notices something is different, I see he tries to keep from staring at the exposed flesh with the deep plunging cleavage.  He starts chatting again, but steers clear of work related subjects.  As the night wears on I start to get anxious, Rick is clearly paying me more attention but I need information.  
I decide to try some jealousy, maybe I am being too easy for him.  My drink is finished, I wait until there are no waitresses near and then complain about how long the service is taking and say that I'm going to the bar myself to get another.  I get up and while I am turned away from Rick I tug my zip again, as casually as I can in my now tipsy state, pulling it down another two inches.  Its more than I intended but I can't so casually zip it back up so I leave it.  My tits stretch the gaping zip wide, the curve of my globes is clearly visible.  At the bar the men don't even try to make eye contact or bother about avoiding staring, they seem to be prying at the zip with their eyes, willing it lower so that one of my orbs might be uncovered in its entirety by any slight turn.  
One of the more likely candidates standing near the bar tries to strike up a conversation with me.  He seems to sense that I am not a hooker and is quite polite.  I play along, hoping that Rick is watching.  I get my new drink but linger chatting to the guy some more.  He frequently looks down my top, during one of his longer stares I take the opportunity to quickly glance in Ricks direction, Rick seems to be watching me.  Perfect I think, I finish off the chat and saunter back to Ricks table feeling the stares following my every move.


To be continued.