We spent Thanksgiving in my wife’s hometown. The night before the festivities, we got together with a couple of her hometown friends for drinks. I’d met a bunch of them before and it was fun letting loose and seeing Rachel trade old stories with them.
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At one point in the night, they were all talking about this apparently infamous strip club in their hometown that had closed recently. One of my Rachel’s closest girlfriends joked, “Remember when we all thought we’d end up working there?”
This is pretty par for the course when it comes to our friend groups — Rachel can be especially raunchy — so we laughed it off. I filed away that comment to bring up later.
Finally I got my chance last night as Rachel and I were cuddled up in her family’s basement bedroom. We managed to sneak some contraband edibles before bed, so we were definitely feeling horny and loose even if our lodging was less than ideal. I brought up those strip club comments while spooning Rachel, and she knew exactly where I was going with it.
“It’s just an inside joke we girls had,” She said.
“Explain the joke.”
“That if we ever needed money we could work there,” she said teasingly.
“I believe that.” I kissed her. “You girls would look so hot onstage…”
My hand squeezed her ass next.
“But, you’d totally be the fucking hottest,” I told her. “And you have the best ass,”
“I KNOW I have the best ass,” Rachel said assertively. We made out, pressing into each other, my hands feeling the underside of her booty through her thin, flimsy pajama shorts.
“Is that what you wanna do, baby?” I whispered in her ear. “Shake your ass for money?”
Rachel moaned. I was onto something. I gripped her ass harder.
“You wanna shake your ass for money? Let a bunch of greasy, disgusting strangers stick dollars in your thong?”
“Yes…” She whispered back.
“You better be fucking quiet tonight, baby.” I warned her. “You don’t wanna wake your parents up. Be a good girl.”
“I’ll be a good girl. I promise.” Rachel rubbed against me, dry humping my leg desperately while sucking on my neck.
“Take your panties off,” I commanded.
In the darkness of the basement, we fumbled to remove our bottoms. After a moment, she straddled me, and I felt the welcome warmth of her already wet cunt as she guided my cock inside of her. I pulled her into me so I could whisper in her ear:
“You know what the problem of working in your hometown strip club is?” I said to her. “That everyone who knows you will find out you dance there.”
“Ughhhh, fuck…,” She said back to me.
“Too much?”
“Fuck no. Keep going.”
“Word travels fast in a town like this. Soon all your old friends and classmates will hear about your new job. Your girlfriends’ husbands. Your high school teachers and coach…”
“Oh my God,” she whimpered louder in my ear.
“Stay quiet,” I ordered her. I was legitimately worried she’d wake up her parents. But I continued: “They’d all come to the club knowing that they can get Rachel to pop her fucking pussy for a twenty dollar lapdance…”
That’s all it took. Rachel started cumming. I had to clamp my hand around her face as she whimpered her way into an orgasm, silencing her as best as I could while her wet body fused to my cock as I held her tight.
“Good girl,” I assured her, kissing her cheek softly. “I’m not done though.”
In no time at all, Rachel was riding me again, humping my dick hungrily as I told her the rest:
“You’ll have to walk around with your ass and tits on full display. In front of the douchebags in high school who you absolutely hated. Sitting on their laps after they’ve had a hard day of work, grinding against their blue jeans, being extra nice because you need a big tip…”
“Hnnngh,” Rachel moaned as she took my fingers in her mouth.
“You’ll have to pop your pussy for those assholes. But you like it, don’t you?”
“Hnnnngh,”
“Shake that ass for me like you’ll shake it for them. Twerk for me baby. Go on…”
Rachel gyrated harder on top of me. I could feel the ripple of her ass cheek in my left hand, her mouth still greedily sucking on my right hand’s fingers. The basement bed was squeaking now, and I prayed that nobody could hear.
“Shake that fucking ass, girl. Make that fucking money.” I commanded her. I decided to go for it. I fucking spanked her. Hard. The sound of my palm colliding with her bare ass cheek was loud. But so fucking worth it.
Because she came again. We both did, at damn near the same time. I couldn’t even tell you if I was quiet as I blew my load inside her; I was totally lost in the moment. I don’t know if it was the edibles or the wildness of our nasty dirty talk.
Rachel collapsed into me, and I stroked her hair. Our bodies were sticky with sweat and fluids from the space heater, doing our best to be quiet as possible. And as we lay there, my cock slowly softening and my cum oozing inside of her, I felt that familiar pang of shame that our fantasy had crossed a line.
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