Awakenings Ch. 10

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Amy took a moment to think and then she began. “I was born in Kansas City, Missouri. While I’ve never met my father I know he was rich. My mother told me about him. His father owned several car dealerships in Kansas City. He dated my mother during the summer after they graduated from high school. My mom was attracted to his wealth. He drove a hot sports car, dressed to the nines, bought my mom expensive presents and took her to fancy restaurants. He was looking for an easy piece of ass. My mom gave it to him. By the end of the summer she was pregnant.” Picking up the pitcher, Amy poured the remaining beer into our three mugs. I asked, “Do we need another pitcher?” Mel said, “Fuck yes, we might need four or five more.” Amy and I both smiled. Maggie was standing next to the cash register talking to Becky. I called, “Maggie” and held up the empty pitcher. She nodded and hurried into the bar. Amy took a sip of her beer and continued. “When my dad’s dad found out that my mom was pregnant he went nuts. He was afraid that his son’s life was going to be ruined. First they tried to persuade my mom to get an abortion. She was Catholic, so that was out of the question. Realizing that plan wasn’t going to work they decided to try to buy their way out of the problem. There was a lot of negotiating. They finally reached an agreement. They paid my mother fifty thousand dollars and found her a job as a cocktail waitress in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. In exchange she agreed to absolve my father of any paternity responsibilities.” Maggie brought the fresh pitcher of beer. I filled our three mugs. Amy continued. “The fifty thousand dollars covered the hospital costs for my birth and left my mom with a nice down payment on a town house in Eau Claire. After that she was on her own. She dated lots of men, but none of them were interested in assuming the responsibility of raising another man’s child. My mom was a good mother, but she was barely getting by. After I graduated from high school she made it clear that while she would always love me, I was now on my own. I loved to dance and I thought I was good at it. My dream was to become a professional dancer, so that June I took a Greyhound bus to Las Vegas. I was going to be a chorus girl.” Amy took a long sip of her beer and then she looked at Mel. “You’re turn.” Closing her eyes, Mel took a deep breath and started. “I was born on Chicago’s south side. I’ve never met my father either. My mother didn’t even know his full name. Everyone called him Andre, that was all she ever knew. She met him at a party. She was eighteen. He was older, a lot older. He flashed a little money and did some smooth talking. They left the party together. He took her to a couple of clubs and then he fucked her in the back seat of his car. Six weeks later she realized that she was pregnant.” I nodded. Mel continued. “Five years after I was born my mom actually met a nice guy. They got married and had two boys together. He took care of me and treated me good, but I wasn’t his kid. When I turned eighteen it was time to go. I had the same dream Amy had. I wanted to be a dancer and I did the same thing she did. I took a Greyhound bus to Las Vegas” Amy said, “We met at an audition for a new show they were putting together for Caesar’s Palace. There were four openings in the chorus. There must have been three hundred girls there. Mel and I were seated next to each other. We had to wait all day for our opportunity to dance. That gave us a lot of time to talk. When it was finally our turn we each got one minute to perform. After we were finished they just said next. We were ushered out of the room without any comments. Shaking her head, Mel said, “We were pretty disappointed, but we’d spent the day talking and we’d become friends. I had a tiny apartment. My step dad was sending me a little money. Amy was living in kind of an unusual situation so I invited her to stay with me.” “I was living with a middle aged black jack dealer. He worked at one of the downtown casinos. He fed me and let me stay in his apartment. In exchange I gave him a blow job every afternoon before he went to work.” I said, “That must have been difficult.” “No it really wasn’t. He was a sweet guy.” Amy paused for a moment and then she said, “Michael, I love giving head. I always have. I first realized it while I was still in high school.” She laughed. “My senior year I was pretty popular. Like I said; Vince, that was the black jack dealers name, was a sweet guy. I enjoyed sucking him off and he taught me how to give a top notch blow job. The problem was that I’d lived with him for a couple of months. We were getting tired of each other. When Mel offered to let me stay at her place I jumped at it. Vince and I remained friends. Mel got to know him too. I still call him every couple of weeks.” Mel said, “Actually, Vince was responsible for our first real break. Like Amy just said, I got to know Vince too. We used to go over to his place for lunch. He’d feed us and we’d take turns sucking his cock. It was a mutually beneficial relationship.” I smiled. Continuing, Mel said, “It had been over a month since we’d even had an audition. Both of us were working as night shift maids at one of the casino hotels and we hated it. We wanted to be dancers. We were having lunch with Vince. He could tell we were both pretty down so he told us he might be able to help us out. He had a friend who ran a no alcohol strip club. We were both so naive that he had to explain what that meant. In Vegas they control the strip clubs through their liquor licenses. If a club wants to serve alchohol the girls have to keep their panties on. If a club is willing to sell only soft drinks the girls can be totally nude.” Nodding, I said, “Vince was offering to get you jobs dancing in a totally nude club.” Amy said, “That’s right.” “I gather you took him up on his offer.” Mel said, “We didn’t even have to think about it. Clean hotel rooms at night or flash our coochies while we danced in front of a room full of horny guys. Amy and I are both exhibitionists. The choice was easy.” “Vince called his friend. Mel and I met him at his club an hour later for an audition. Michael, it was a crazy place. You actually had to walk through a sex shop to get into the club.” “What was the audition like?” Amy Karşıyaka escort bayan answered. “He took us into the club. It didn’t open until five. It was about the size of two large living rooms. In the center of the room there was a raised round stage about eight feet in diameter. The stage was surrounded by two rows of padded chairs. They looked like the chairs that would come with a fancy dining room set. Altogether there were forty of them. There were also ten love seats placed along the back walls of the club.” I said, “Those were for lap dances.” Amy and Mel both nodded. Amy continued. “There was a hallway on the left side of the club. We later learned that it led to the dancer’s dressing room. There were lockers in there so we could lock up our street clothes and valuables. There were also two makeup tables with mirrors and several comfortable chairs. On the right side of the club there was a small bar with a refrigerator. The refrigerator was filled with soft drinks. There was another hallway next to the bar. We later learned that it led to the private booths.” “What were the private booths?” Mel said, “We’ll explain that in a minute.” Continuing, Amy said, “Jack, that was the owner’s name, put on some music. We both did a strip for him. Once we were naked he had us sit on chairs on the stage with our legs spread while he talked to us. He wasn’t being a creep, he was making sure we weren’t shy about flashing our stuff. He explained that we wouldn’t get paid. In fact, we would actually have to pay him fifty dollars a night for the privilege of dancing in the club.” Shaking her head, Mel said, “We thought he was joking. We were ready to get dressed and walk out.” Amy said, “We were, but he quickly explained that while we would get some tips while we were dancing, the real money was in lap dances. They cost thirty dollars a piece and on an average night we could expect to do ten to twenty of them. After the first fifty dollars we got to keep all of that money.” Mel chuckled. “We immediately changed our minds about leaving. It would have taken us almost two weeks to make that much money cleaning hotel rooms.” Smiling, Amy said, “Jack hired us and told us that we could start the next night. We were excited, but we did have one little problem. Neither of us had ever given a lap dance. When Jack heard that he made both of us give him one. He gave us some pointers and suggested that we spend a little time practicing on each other. Mel asked him what we needed for clothing. He suggested short skirts and low cut blouses. He explained that the old term strip tease was still pertinent. Guys like to think they’re getting to see something they’re not supposed to see, especially at the beginning of the dance.” Mel said, “Michael we were so excited. We went straight back to our apartment, pulled out all the clothes we had and started mixing and matching them to make costumes. Once we had some costumes we started choreographing dances for each other. That was so much fun.” Amy nodded. “It was. We were two eighteen year old girls laughing and giggling while we performed for each other.” “And then we started doing lap dances. That was weird.” Smiling at Mel, Amy said, “But it was fun too. You do remember how it ended, don’t you.” “Of course I do. How could I forget it. That was the first time we went down on each other.” “And we both had orgasms” “God did we ever.” Amy reached over and placed her hand on my cock. “Michael, you’re hard. Does hearing about two women making love turn you on? Would you like to watch?” I gasped. Mel said, “I think we can take that as a big yes. I’m wondering if it’s not time to go home for a little dessert.” Shaking my head, I said, “Not until I’ve heard the end of your story.” Laughing, Amy said, “What else do you want to know?” “I want to hear about your first night at the club and I’m really curious about the private booths.” Mel stared at me for a moment and then she said, “Michael, you really are a voyeur, aren’t you.” Suddenly embarrassed, I stared at the floor. Gently rubbing my thigh, Amy said, “Baby you don’t have anything to be ashamed about. There nothing wrong with a little voyeurism. Mel and I are both ardent exhibitionists. We love men like you.” “We also don’t believe in judging people. You don’t either. That’s one of the reasons we like you so much.” Mel picked up the pitcher and divided the remaining beer between our three mugs. “We’ll tell you the rest of the story while we finish our beer.” Amy took a sip of her beer. As she set her mug down she said, “The next morning we went to see Vince. We wanted to thank him, but we were also excited about dancing at the club that night. We wanted to share our excitement with him.” Mel said, “We modeled our costumes for him and performed the strip numbers that we’d choreographed for each other.” “And then we each did a long slow lap dance for him. He loved it” Amy was smiling at the memory. Nodding, Mel said, “We finished by giving him a tandem blow job.” “A tandem blow job? You mean you both sucked him at the same time? How do you do that?” Amy gave my cock a firm squeeze and said, “After we finish here, we’re going to our house. When we get there we’ll show you.” I gasped. Both women giggled. “But first we have to finish the story.” Amy was grinning at me. “Okay.” She continued. “That night was amazing. We were both so excited when we got to the club. Jack met us. When we showed him our costumes he told us that the guys were going to love us. Then he introduced us to the woman who would be our mentor. Her name was Ginger. She’d been at the club since it opened three years earlier. She was a lot older than we were, maybe thirty or thirty-five.” Mel said, “She was very nice and a wonderful mentor. She took us to the dressing room, gave us each a locker and warned us to be careful to lock up our valuables. She said that some of the girls weren’t too honest. Vince had told us to bring combination locks so we were prepared.” I said, “Vince turned out to be a pretty good friend.” Smiling, Amy said, “He still is. Twice a year we go back to Vegas just to see him.” Mel said, “He also comes down here and stays with us a couple of times a year. ” Getting us back on track, Amy said, “Anyway, we put on our Escort bornova first costumes. While we were checking our makeup Ginger told us that we shouldn’t use our real names. We needed stage names. That’s when I became Simone.” “And I became Chantel.” Amy continued the story. “Once we were ready we went out into the club. It opened at 6:00, but there were only two guys there. That was actually okay. It gave us a chance to get used to dancing on the stage.” Shaking her head, Mel said, “For the first few hours it was pretty dull. I was afraid that we weren’t going to make any money, but then about nine o’clock guys started to show up. Apparently most men who come to Vegas like to begin their evenings in the casinos. They tend to end their evenings in the strip clubs. By ten the place was full. Michael, we really are exhibitionist. You can’t imagine how thrilling it was for us to dance totally naked in front of a crowd of cheering guys.” “I’ll bet it was exciting. Did you get to do many lap dances?” Amy said, “Lots of them. The guys loved us. By the end of the evening we’d both done over twenty.” “That’s right and that night we were also introduced to the private booths.” “Tell me about them.” Mel said, “They were pretty interesting.” Amy agreed, “They really were.” “Tell me.” Mel said, “Okay. It was about 11:30. I’d just done three straight lap dances for a guy. When we finished the third one he asked me if we could have a party in one of the private booths. I explained that it was my first night and I didn’t know anything about them, but I’d ask Ginger. Ginger was sitting with a guy. They were just talking so I went over and told her that I needed to ask her a question. She told me to go ahead. I told her that the gentleman I was with wanted to party with me in a private booth. Ginger immediately turned to her gentleman and excused herself. After explaining that she’d be right back she went to my gentleman and told him that we needed a minute. Then she led me to the door leading to the private booths and opened it.” “I’d just finished doing a lap dance when I saw Mel and Ginger going to that door. I was curious so I hurried over to them.” Mel said, “As soon as we saw Amy Ginger said, Good now I can show you both at the same time. She opened the door. There was a carpeted hallway. On the right side of the hall there were six more doors. Ginger told us that those doors led to the customer’s side of the six private booths. She closed that door and led us to a door behind the soft drink bar. Neither of us had noticed it. She opened it and went inside. We followed her. We were in a hallway similar to the one the customers used only the doors were on the left side of this hallway. Ginger opened the first door. We looked inside. The booth was about four feet by four feet. There was a window three feet by three feet in the wall opposite the door. The customer’s side of the booth was on the other side of the window. It was also about four feet by four feet. Each half of the booth had a chair just like the chairs in the club. Our side of the booth had a small padded foot stool directly beneath the window. I also noticed that the bottom of the window was padded. Oh and here’s the crucial bit of information. There wasn’t any glass in the window.” Amazed, I said, “There wasn’t any glass in the window. Then what was the point of having a dividing wall?” Amy said, “After we’d worked at the club for awhile we asked Jack that same question. This is what he told us. Nevada has counties that have legal prostitution. Clark County, the county where Las Vegas is located, does not; but nobody is actually morally opposed to prostitution. They just want it to be discreet. There was a time when working girls openly plied their trade in the casinos. Once the casino owners decided they wanted to create a more family friendly image for Las Vegas, they realized that they had to get the girl’s out of the casinos and off the streets. They didn’t actually want to get rid of the sex trade, they just wanted it to go underground. Jack couldn’t put small sex booths in the back of his club without worrying about a zealous newspaper reporter labeling his club as a brothel. By dividing the booths in half with a wall, albeit a wall with an open window, he clouded the issue just enough to avoid a scandal; a scandal no one really wanted.” Shaking my head, I said, “It’s convoluted, but I have to admit that it makes sense. Mel shrugged. “That’s what we thought too.” “So what did you do in those booths?” Amy said, “Okay, this was the routine. Ginger laid it out for us that night and we followed it the entire time we worked at the club. If I guy wanted to have a party in one of the private booths he had to buy a ticket at the soft drink bar. A ticket cost twenty dollars. The girl at the soft drink bar would assign us a booth. I’d go to my side and he’d go to his. Once we were inside I informed him that a basic dance cost forty dollars and he was free to do anything he felt like doing while he watched me perform.” “You were telling him that it was okay for him to take out his cock and masturbate while he watched you.” Nodding, Amy said, “That’s exactly what we were telling him.” Mel said, “We also suggested that if he was interested the dance could be enhanced.” “How did that work?” “How we suggested it took a bit of careful diplomacy.” Laughing, Mel said, “It certainly did. When I was eighteen it took every fuckin bit of diplomacy that I had. When you grow up on the south side of Chicago learning to be subtle isn’t exactly your first priority.” Chuckling at the frankness of her friend’s comment, Amy said, “Finding a discreet way to present the menu was our responsibility.” Shaking her head, Mel said, “That’s just what you’d expect to hear from a white woman who grew up in Wisconsin.” All three of us burst out laughing. Amy took a moment to regain her composure. She was only partially successful. Still giggling, she said, “May I now describe the menu to our friend?” “Go for it.” Mel was grinning “For the basic forty dollar dance we’d sit in our chair with our panties off and our legs spread and masturbate while the guy did the same thing in his chair. For ten dollars more we’d take off our shoes and rest our feet on the üçyol escort padded window sill while we masturbated. The guy was welcome to massage our feet. For an additional ten dollars he could kiss and lick our feet while we masturbated for him. Believe me, those were two very popular options.” Chuckling, Mel said, “You’re damn right about that. There were nights when I nearly had my toes sucked off. It seems to me like nobody wants to fuck anymore. Guys want to kiss and lick my feet, then they want to lick my ass. When they’re finished doing that they want me to sit on their faces and twist their nipples.” She looked at me and said, “Michael Nolan you may remember that we did all of that in the VIP room this afternoon.” “I didn’t lick your ass.” “You’re right, but the night is still young.” “Is that a promise?” “Damn right sweetie.” Rolling her eyes while she laughed Amy said, “May I please continue?” Mel answered in her most polite tone of voice. “Please do.” “For an extra fifty dollars we’d give a guy a hand job and for a hundred dollars we’d kneel on the foot stool and suck his cock.” Both Mel and Amy stared at me. They were trying to gauge my reaction to what they’d just divulged. Trying very hard to avoid sounding judgmental, I asked, “Did you do very many private booth parties?” Mel said, “Usually only one or two in a night, but they were generally very lucrative.” Amy nodded. “When a guy bought a ticket for a booth he wanted to get his money’s worth. Usually he’d buy a couple of dances and finish with a hand job or a blow job. We’d make a hundred to two hundred dollars in less than a half hour.” Chuckling, I asked, “How many hotel rooms would you have to clean to make that much money?” They both laughed. Mel said, “Too many.” There was a brief pause and then Amy said, “There’s more.” Mel looked at her. Amy said, “We both like Michael. Let’s trust him.” Nodding, Mel said, “You’re right, go ahead. Tell him everything.” Amy turned to me. “Just before closing on our second night at the club a guy who’d just bought three lap dances asked me if I’d like to have breakfast with him in his hotel room. While I was now giving hundred dollar blow jobs to men I’d never met, I was still a naive eighteen year old girl from Wisconsin. Thinking that he was really inviting me to have breakfast with him I politely declined. Later, in the dressing room I told Ginger about it. She laughed and told me that he was propositioning me.” Mel said, “I was there too. Amy asked her what she meant. Ginger explained that the guy didn’t really want to have breakfast with her it was just a subtle way of asking if she’d be willing to go to his hotel room for sex, paid sex. She then explained that cute eighteen year olds like us could charge four hundred dollars for a one hour session. We were both totally amazed.” Amy said, “Michael, we both loved sex. We weren’t being exploited. We were having fun. We loved dancing nude, we loved doing lap dances and we loved giving blow jobs in the private booths. The club was the best thing that ever happened to us.” Mel continued, “Two nights later a man in his mid thirties asked me that same question, would I like to have breakfast with him in his hotel room? I told him that when I got to his room I’d need four hundred dollars to cover the cab fare and I could only stay for an hour. That was what Ginger had told us to say. He said okay, and gave me his hotel and room number. After the club closed I took a cab to his hotel. On the way I had the cab driver stop at an all-night drug store so I could buy some condoms. When I got to his room he gave me an envelope that had four hundred dollars in it. I did a little strip tease for him and then I sucked his cock and let him fuck me. It was fun and I made four hundred dollars.” Amy said, “When she got home she was ecstatic. We both were. A week earlier we were broke. Suddenly we were rich and all we had to do was have sex, which we both loved. The next night I went to a guy’s hotel room and the following Saturday night we both had breakfast dates.” Mel said, “We thought life couldn’t get any better, but it did. Three weeks after we started working at the club one of the other dancers approached us. She told us that she’d noticed that we were doing breakfast dates and wanted to know if we might be interested in an opportunity to get more dates like that. We told her that we were interested and wanted to hear more. She explained that she knew a woman who ran a service. She could get us as many dates as we wanted. She’d charge us a hundred dollars per date, but the dancer assured us that we could both get five hundred dollars an hour. I wanted to say yes immediately, but Amy was cautious. We took the woman’s name and telephone number and told the dancer to tell the woman that we needed a day or two to think about it. The dancer understood. She assured us that the woman was legit and told us to check her out.” Amy said, “I’d heard horror stories about pimps. I wanted to make sure we weren’t getting into an ugly situation. That night after the club closed we asked Ginger about the woman. Ginger was married, so she generally limited herself to dancing at the club and private booth parties. Occasionally she’d do a breakfast date, but not very often. She made enough money working at the club and preferred to go home to her husband. She did tell us that she’d heard about the woman and everything she’d heard was positive. Mel continued the story. “The next morning we went over to see Vince. We told him about the woman. He told us that he’d check her out. The following morning he called us and told us that the woman was legit. She had an excellent reputation. She used hotel bell men to get the dates. They got fifty dollars for every contact who booked a date. Apparently her biggest problem was finding enough quality girls to keep up with the demand.” Amy said, “That afternoon we called Janice, that was the woman’s name. We met with her the next morning. She had a small office in a building just off the strip. We talked. She explained how the system worked and then she asked us if we were interested. We started the next day. We worked days so we could continue dancing at the club at night. Jack and Ginger had both been nice to us. We were popular at the club and we didn’t want to let them down.” Mel said, “We did four dates a day and cleared four hundred dollars a date. Between the dates and what we were making at the club we were both earning over two thousand dollars a day.” Shaking my head, I said, “It sounds like it was a grueling schedule.” Nodding, Amy said, “It was.

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