Dangerous D - 2

Dana rested in the dressing room before her third and final performance that day. The cup of coffee lay untouched on the dressing table as sat gazing unseeingly into the mirror. The constant chatter of the other ladies on their breaks helped her think better and she found that she was always thinking these days. Breaks were unheard of in the night shifts. At best she had time to gulp a glass of water before getting back on stage again. And also it was the night shift that raked in the real money. Her tips alone paid for her rent and food while the salary was splurged on clothes and boots. But her maternity leave gave her plenty of time to reflect on her future and the then yet to be born Dylan.

The offer to be an escort again was tempting. It was with her last customer, some travelling business man who was probably cheating on his partner, that she had conceived Dylan. She had been very nervous the day she discovered that she was pregnant and had to take the rest of the week off to come to terms with it. Dave had wanted her to abort the child but Dana couldn’t bring herself to do it. It felt wrong, almost a murder.

‘Dana, you’re up next.’

Sighing deeply she stood up in the the clothes which she’d soon discard on stage. The coffee suddenly seemed very inviting, cold as it was she drained the cup in a single go and rushed out the door to the back stage.

The woman who had performed before her had her skimpy dress bundled in front of her.

‘Hey, K.’ Dana greeted.

‘DD’, the woman panted.

‘Dull audience, huh?’ Dana commented at the lack of cheers or shouting.

‘Very.’ With that she scampered towards the dressing room.

*

Dana walked the ramp in all her splendour, more comfortable on it than in the PTA in Dylan’s KG. She was Dangerous D. DD of the pole. Men desired her. They wanted to be her pets, ready to serve at a moments notice. They wanted to feel the sharp point of her heels on their junk. Men from all walks of life. Day labourers, bankers, stock brokers, doctors, and once even a clergy in mufti. She spurned them all, teased them with what was just beyond their reach. And they all went back home to their wives or girlfriends, harbouring all that unrequited lust. It was her way of serving the society. All that was the night shift. The day shift, in contrast, was boring. At first she feared that she’d lost her touch but soon realised that the day crowd was a different breed. So she devised a more sensual routine compared to her usual raunchy one and still managed to give off the domina persona.

As she gyrated and slid her hands all over her body, undoing the zippers and Velcro in tandem to the sensual music that played in the background, she thought about the proposal Dave had made. Its just a girl. A girl ten years younger than me. It ought to be a cinch compared to a few of my previous customers. Besides, the extra money would definitely come in handy. As her routine came to an end, she tossed out her slightly drenched panties to a man sitting just below the stage having an unrivalled view of her shaved pussy and perky nipples. Gathering the remainder of her discarded costume and the few notes on the stage she exited quickly.

*

‘Dave, I'll do it’, she informed Dave who was sitting in his office drawing out pay cheques. ‘When is the date?’

‘Tonight.’ Dave had a slight gleam in his eyes.

‘Tonight? Have you any idea how hard it's to find a babysitter on such short notice? Besides, I assume I'll be gone all night.’

‘I could send Lucy over. Give her the night off.’

‘Oh, ok then. And this is just a one time thing, right?’

‘Scout's honour’, David held up his three fingers in front of him.

‘I didn't know you were in the boy scouts.’

‘I wasn't.’

‘Dave?’

‘If that’s what you want.’

‘Maybe once before. But I've got Dylan now.’

‘I'll definitely miss you.’

‘Ha! You'll miss my ass is what you mean.’

‘True. And don't forget your tits. Tess might have bigger boobs but yours are just perfect. And here you go’, Dave handed her a small calling card.

‘Lady Lyn?’

Dave shrugged his shoulders, ‘Just give’r a call soon. And get her outta my hair.’

‘Sure thing boss. And don’t forget to send Lucy over to my house.’

***

(To be continued...)

Dangerous D - 1

Dangerous D - 1

Dangerous D
#saturdayscenes    #DD
(DD-1)

‘Dylan, come give mommy a hug, sweetie.’

The little boy hugged her, his small hands wrapped around her neck tightly.  

‘Oh!’ Dana laughed as he surprised her with a small peck on her cheek. It was a lovely addition to their ritual morning hug. She had his snacks box and his picture book ready. The class was reading The Gingerbread Man today and Dylan loved stories. He had loved The Sleeping Beauty very much that he asked her to read it to him at bedtime, especially the part where the Prince kisses the enchanted princess to release her from her eternal slumber.

*

‘Good bye, Dylan. Have a good day at school, sweetie.’ A smile came unbidden to her lips as her son skipped into the kindergarten along with a bunch of other kids. A lot of other proud parents were returning to their vehicles anxious to get to work on time. She needed to get to work soon too. While her boss had allowed her a paid maternity leave and also allowed her to work the morning shift,  he was definitely not  going to cut her any slack for punching in late. 

* 

Dana pulled into the employees' parking lot
.
‘Hiya Jeff.’ 

'Mornin', gorgeous. You're on time for a change,’ the slightly balding, heavy set man in a cotton shirt and a dirty jeans was leaning on the wall beside the employee’s  entrance.

She smiled back at him. ‘Dylan didn't make a fuss with his breakfast, today.’

‘I'd make a fuss too if I had to give up sucking on those wonderful tits of yours’, Jeff said while unlocking the door and holding it open for her.

Dana laughed as she walked past him through the door into the building, ‘See you at lunch, Jeff.’

*

The morning shift was relaxed. Very few customers. The other ladies showed up to work in full make-up. Dana did too but that was before Dylan. So she went straight into the costume room to get ready while the others were lounging in the bar. She stripped down to her underwear with a few deft movements and proceeded to meticulously put her make-up on. One layer over another, slowly transforming her from the demure Dana into Dangerous D. Dana knew that it was not the make-up, not the blonde wig, not the skimpy dress and definitely not the cruel pencil heels that made her DD. It was the attitude.
She was just  finishing up with her make-up, dotting a small beauty spot just above her lips to draw attention away from her eyes, when she heard someone knock.

‘Dana?’ The deep brassy voice of David came from the other side.

‘Yeah, I'm done. Come in.’

David walked in, his silk suit shimmering in the brightly lit room. ‘Dana, I need a favour.’

She raised an eyebrow. What could a man who owned the most popular strip joint in the city ask of her? ‘What?’ She asked a bit tentatively.

‘I need you to be an escort. One night only’, he added quickly. 

‘Oh, Dave, you promised.’

‘I know. I know. Just this once baby, please.’

‘But Dave, Dylan...’

‘You could hire a sitter. I'll pay you for that too.’

‘Have you asked Tess?’

‘Titsie Tess? No. She wouldn't do. It's gotta be you. Just once. Never again.’

‘Dave, I grateful for all that you did for and Dylan. But this is just...’
Dave didn't reply. ‘Why me?’ she asked him.

‘This client..er.. She asked for you, specifically.’

‘A She!’

‘Yes.’

‘Okay. Who's She?

‘My granddaughter.’

‘The little princess! What is she now, sixteen?’

‘Lynette's nineteen.’

‘Doesn't she have a boyfriend?’

‘No. But I do believe she's had a number of girl friends.’

‘But I'm not gay’, Dana protested.

‘Honestly, I don't even know what I'm doing. I should put a stop to this. But I can't do that. The next best thing is to give her someone with a level head.’

That definitely rules out Tess.
‘You know Dave, if she wanted to talk to someone I'm available.’

‘I know you are. But she Wanted you, as an Escort. And she stressed the word escort as if I could misunderstand that word.’ 

‘I need to think about this.Can I tell you after the show?’

‘Sure, anything. As long as you agree. And now, that done, why aren't you on stage yet?’ He barked at her.

*

(To be continued)

House Special

'A shot of Lady's Love, please', Ron said as he slid his credit card across the counter to the bartender.

'Comin' right up', a sly smile played across her lips as she accepted the card.

He watched her disappear behind a door and return with a plump woman in tow. 

'Meet, Red', she introduced.

'Hello, Red. I'm Ron.' 

Red giggled but didn't return the greeting, instead she climbed into the counter and pulled up her latex skirt to reveal a bare pussy with an intricate floral pattern tattoo around it. 

'Kiss me', Red ordered.

He leaned into her crotch, her aroma hit him hard. He nuzzled her hard knob before giving it a tentative lick. He tasted her residual sweat, clear and spicy it waltzed on his taste buds. 

'Taste good?'

Ron nodded, words stuck in his dry throat. Red placed one leg on the counter and the other on a stool, her sex clearly visible to Ron, and produced a pink magic wand. She set it humming on her clit. Her lips parted slightly as the initial touch made her gasp. She arched her body back as the wand weaved a complex spell on her sex, sending her higher and higher. 

Ron ached to touch the quivering flesh right in front of him. His discomfort mounted as his trousers became cramped for space. But he restrained the urge, clamping his right arm in his left fist on top of the counter; he had to obey the house rules. Red's hips swirled and bucked around the wand. Her pussy glistened with sweat and sex, the rich aroma made Ron's head spin. 

Eyes dazed Red nodded at the bartender, who immediately cupped a small glass funnel attached to a crystal phial to Red's throbbing sex. She came with a shudder that shook her body; her bums bounced a little on the counter. Ron swallowed hard as he saw the trickle of juice flow down the funnel pressed firmly against the woman and into the deep blue crystal phial. 

Once Red was spent, the bartender kissed her lightly on her lips and supported her off the counter. Weak kneed, Red leaned on the other women for a few moments to gather her breath back. She pulled the bartender into a deeper kiss before leaving through the same door she came out. 

The bartender wiped the wetness off the counter with a white silken cloth. Ron's eyes were riveted on the crystal phial that contained Red's essence. The bartender then added Red's essence to a shaker, mixing a pinch of this and a dash of that before swirling and juggling it. The ice clinked inside. Ron's tongue drooled as the thick pale milky drink was poured into the fluted glass. The bartender wedged a thin slice of lemon on the rim before offering it to Ron. 

The cold drink slipped slowly down his tongue and into his throat, the mild citrus flavour accentuated the pungency of the cocktail. Ron savoured the sip with his eyes closed. It was all that he imagined it would be and then some more. 

'Here's your card', the bartender held it between her index and middle finger. 

Ron took it and said, 'Hope you've got a lot of this stocked, raising his glass, 'cuz I'll be back for more.'

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