
At some point life is bound to get messy!
Working at Lusty Ladies might not have been the most prestigious job in the world, but it certainly paid well. It was a gentleman’s club that favored sapphic shows, with some of the most flexible women you’ve ever met.
With solo dancers, dueling doubles and group mayhem, we were the most popular club in town. Men didn’t care one bit that we were all lesbians, they still loved to watch the show.
And so did I. I’d always thought I was straight until I’d taken a job here. Watching the other dancers made me feel things I’d never expected, and my first doubles show with Destiny was so hot, we’d continued it the second we’d got backstage.
Destiny and I had been together ever since. She was excitable, very forward and was very good at making me be very bad.
I stood at the edge of the stage, hiding behind the curtain watching her dance. Destiny knew how to work the stage. She was blonde and perky, her hard nipples glistening as she poured oil down her bare chest.
Men cheered and hollered as she peeled off her daisy dukes and threw them off the stage. Her tiny thong rode right up her ass as she pulled the strings to breaking point.
Watching her always made me dripping wet, and I waited eagerly for her song to finish. Destiny always got so worked up, that by the time she got off stage she was raring for some mischief. In a matter of minutes she’d probably be sitting on my face backstage doing things these men only dreamed of.
And I’d enjoy every minute of it. I loved how she tasted, soaked in oil and all worked up. I was so hungry for her my hand slipped beneath my tartan skirt. I pulled my thong to the side and slid my finger inside me.
“Why play by yourself, Selena?” the voice was almost in my ear.
I knew it immediately. Everyone did. Goddess was Lusty Ladies’ most popular show. Most strippers pick stage names like Faith, Crystal, or Destiny.
She chose Goddess, because that’s what she was. Tall, dark, powerful and curvy. She was queen of the club, and produced more erections per square foot than Beyonce.
I could feel her massive bust as she pressed her leather-clad chest against my back. Her ass was so round a glimpse of it made men hard, and Goddess knew how to make people do things. Things they wouldn’t normally even consider.
Goddess didn’t ask. She told you what you were going to do. Her breath against my ear made me pause, my fingers buried to the knuckle in my soaked pussy.
She pulled me back against her, her smooth palms sliding across my stomach. My breath caught in my chest.
“Goddess, I uh…” Her touch was electric but we were thirty feet from my girlfriend and in danger of being caught the moment her routine finished.
I tried to protest as her fingers crept south. “You know Destiny and I are together.”
Her tongue teased my earlobe. “I don’t care.”
The words sent a thrill through me. Her hand wrapped around my wrist as she drew my fingers out of my soaked sex. Goddess rested her chin on my shoulder. Then slowly, sensually, she pressed my fingers between her lips, tasting my need.
I shivered.
Goddess laughed as she reluctantly released my fingers.
“You’re so hungry for me, I can feel it,” she whispered.
I didn’t deny it. Destiny was my girlfriend, but Goddess owned my dreams.
“Just relax, baby, I’ll take care of you.”
My whole body tingled at the implicit promise in those words.
I melted into her as she stood behind me on the steps leading up to the stage. Her hands roved across my body; she didn’t ask what I wanted, she seemed to know instinctively what I craved. One hand pulled at the tied white button-down shirt I was wearing until it came apart. The silver triangle bikini was pulled to the side until my breast spilled into her hand.
“Who’s your Goddess?” she whispered in my ear as she tweaked my nipples to hardness.
Her other finger traced loose circles around my clit as she waited for my surrender.
“You are,” I whispered.
“Louder,” she demanded as she squeezed my nipple just right.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “You are, Goddess.”
“Good girl.” Her fingers closed on my clit, as she used two of her powerful fingers in a strong strumming motion that sent waves of pleasure through me.
I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out as another woman teased me thirty feet from my girlfriend who was twerking at the edge of the stage.
“Lift up your skirt for your Goddess,” she instructed.
I did as I was told. Bundling my skirt up around my waist and holding it there. I was almost completely exposed. Anyone who came through the curtain would see me standing there in the dark, being diddled senseless by Goddess.
Still, I couldn’t stop. I leaned my head against her as she helped herself to my nubile body.
“I knew you were a submissive little slut the moment I saw you.” I didn’t deny it. I’d always been submissive. I loved it when others took control of things. Obeying made me wet. It was like she could see into my soul, or perhaps hear the dirty thoughts screaming inside my mind.
Her fingers left my clit, drawing a line of my juices across my thigh as she traced her way around my ass.
“The things I could do to you,” she whispered as her fingers ran their way over my ass, between my thighs and back to my eager sex.
“Please,” I panted. I was so close.
Goddess teased my opening with her fingers, and I’ve never wanted something inside me so badly.
“Please, what?” Goddess teased as she played with my exposed breasts.
“Please Goddess, make me come for you,” I groaned as she teased me without ever getting close enough to give me my release.
“What do I get out of that?” Goddess asked, her lips teasing my ear.
I hadn’t thought that far ahead. She’d initiated this debauchery. I’d just assumed that she was getting what she wanted. Her question made me wonder if I was being selfish as I basked in the pleasure she was giving me.
“What do you want?”
“Now you’re asking the right questions,” Goddess chuckled, her fingers probing the entrance of my tunnel. I was soaked and in danger of making a mess everywhere.
“I want what Destiny gets every time she gets off the stage,” Goddess whispered.
“You mean…” my voice trailed off to nothing.
“I want to take you back to my dressing room and fuck you silly,” she whispered.
“What about Destiny?” I whispered, “she’s my girlfriend.”
Goddess’ fingers probed deeper, and I let out an involuntary moan. “Neither I, nor your pussy care about your girlfriend.”
It was hard to argue with that as I tried to grind myself against her fingers.
“Make your choice,” she whispered in my ear.
“How?” I was wanton. The thought of what we might do in her private dressing room was driving me wild.
“I’ll make you come for me now,” Goddess whispered. “Like the good little girl you are. But then you are to wait for me here while I dance.”
I was starting to see her scheme.
“When Destiny tries to drag you backstage, you say no. Give her any excuse you want, but you aren’t to move from here until I return.”
“But…” I protested. Destiny would be pissed. She was jealous on a good day. Standing and watching Goddess’ routine would only fan the flames of her envy.
“You don’t move from this spot,” Goddess insisted. “If you’re still here when I get back, I’ll drag you into my dressing room and we’ll have the night you’ve only ever dreamed of. If you aren’t here, I’ll never lay a finger on you again.”
Fuck. Even her ultimatum made me want to get on my knees and beg her for more.
Goddess teased my soaked sex. “Do we have a deal?”
I stared at Destiny, hanging upside down from the pole as she did her signature move and shook her tits to the hollering of our patrons.
“You can eat the pussy you’ve already tasted,” Goddess whispered in my ear. “Or you can have mine. Your choice.”
“You,” I whispered, my shame causing my cheeks to burn as I surrendered.
“Pardon,” she replied. “I can’t hear you?”
“You, Goddess. Please let me come,” I begged. “I’m yours, please.”
The dying notes of Destiny’s song rang through the speakers as Goddess plunged her fingers inside me. Her other hand moved to my clit as she squeezed me tight against her.
“Come for your new Goddess, my little slut,” she cooed in my ear.
I did as I was told. I climaxed on her hands as I watched my girlfriend snatch up her tips from the stage. I couldn’t even speak as I struggled for breath. The intensity of my orgasm rocked my body until my knees went weak.
As her fingers slid out of me I came to my senses. Destiny was walking right toward us. I hurriedly let go of my skirt, and fixed my top, tying it just as Destiny pushed through the curtain.
Goddess had taken a step away from me and was tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for her turn on the main stage.
I did my best to look innocent, but my juices were running down my leg.
“Oh baby, you watched me? Too cute,” Destiny took my hand. “Let’s go somewhere a little quieter and have some fun.”
Goddess looked at me, her eyebrow rising.
I cleared my throat. “I’d love to, but Goddess said she’d show me how to work a room properly. I’m just going to watch her work, if that’s ok?”
Destiny’s face turned red. Probably a good thing she hadn’t finished ten seconds sooner. She tore her hand from mine. “I see how it is.”
She gave Goddess a death stare and pushed past her, heading for the dressing room.
“Please welcome Goddess to the stage,” the announcer called as Goddess took to the stage.
I couldn’t help but watch her leather clad form the whole way.
Tonight was going to get me into all sorts of trouble.
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