The Road Trip Chapter 3, "Luscious Lily"

The Road Trip
Chapter 3, "Luscious Lily"
by Noopster

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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this shit is ridiculous anyway. Thanks for reading and thanks to Marauder for all the help with this one.

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WEDNESDAY

"Uh, where are we?" Lily asked from the passenger's seat. Having just finished a long nap, she had found herself being driven down a narrow street with small businesses on each side. "Carson City" her boyfriend replied, fiddling with the map app on his phone.

It was just starting to get dark, and Lily was still drowsy. Confused, she rubbed her eyes. 

"Carson--? How long was I asleep?" 

They had gotten up really early and driven for most of the day because Charlie wanted to get the most out of their special week traveling together before she had to go back to film in Paris. She had been expecting to wake up to the flashy, noisy, saturated extravagance of the Las Vegas Strip, with its myriad of crowded bars, casinos, hotels, and nightclubs; what she had woken up to instead, was nothing but the generic emptiness of a quiet, small town street.

"I thought we were going to Vegas." she said, looking around at the overwhelming blandness of it all.

"We were. But this is more important."

"Important. Here?"

"Uh-huh."

"What could be so important here?"

"You'll see."

She looked at him, trying to decipher his smirk.

"...Have you been here before?"

"Yup."

"In another one of those mysterious adventures you had while traveling with your college buddies?"

"Basically, yeah."

"I don't get it. What is there to do here?"

"Don't let the peaceful setting fool you, babe. Everything you can do in Vegas, you can do here."

"Reeeeally? So we're going gambling then."

"Heh, no, we're not gambling. ...At least not in the literal sense."

Curious, Lily raised one of her famous eyebrows. "Oh wow, so cryptic!", she joked, but the little butterflies in her stomach were already fluttering. Charlie kept driving in silence, and Lily did not try to get anything else out of him. By that point, she had learned that it was pointless to ask him about it, because he wasn't going to spoil the surprise anyway. If the past two days were any indication, her boyfriend had definitely planned something raunchy for that night. It wasn't that she had stopped getting anxious about it, but rather that she was starting to learn that not knowing made it all so much more exciting. Besides, she was still feeling super confident after what she'd done the day before at the beach and the gas station, and so proud of herself for pushing past her long-held inhibitions. And Charlie had kept his "no sex in our room" rule and gone to bed early last night, so she was super horny, and ready for more.

They arrived at the hotel Charlie had picked. It wasn't pretty, but it wasn't as bad as some of the roadside motels they had stayed at the night before. A part of her still could not believe they were there, but another part liked that everything about their trip was so different. She had grown up with all of the commodities that money could buy, but Charlie wanted her to stop thinking like a rich, spoiled celebrity; the shitty places they were hitting were certainly helping with that.

"So... what should I wear?" she asked, standing over her open suitcase.

"Oh, I don't know, something casual."

"Casual?" She sounded disappointed.

"Yeah. Something comfortable," he said before going back out to get the rest of the stuff from the car.

Lily set aside a pink miniskirt and a pair of tight leather pants, taking her boyfriend's advice and picking a simple pair of tight black jeans instead. Whatever he was planning, he was keeping it extremely close to the vest, but something told her she should be prepared and. following her hunch, she slipped into a tight leopard print leotard with a plunging neckline that left most of her back uncovered. The lower half, meant to be worn as underwear and covered by another piece of clothing, amounted to little more than a thin strip of fabric that did little to cover her pubic area and her plump ass cheeks even less. So she covered it up with the unassuming black trousers and a loose-fitting blue jacket.

 'Just in case,' she said to herself in front of the mirror.

About an hour later, as Charlie drove them to their mysterious destination. Lily kept wiggling uncomfortably from side to side on the passenger's seat 'Great idea, Lily' she said to herself. She was not a huge fan of thongs, having been a boy-shorts kind of girl for most of her life, and the bodysuit she had picked seemed bent on riding up her crotch and ass-crack to a very unpleasant degree.

"So... how long 'till we get there?" she asked, trying to focus on something else.

"We're basically there, just three more blocks."

"Great. So you can finally tell me what you have planned then."

"Well, you've proved you're not boring, and that you're not afraid to try new things."

"I sure have," Lily smiled proudly. She was excited already, feeling ready for another challenge.

"And you had so much fun yesterday showing off to those boys at the beach, I figured, you should check out how the pros do it."

"Uh... what?"

Charlie turned around the corner and the bright purple of a neon sign illuminated Lily's surprised face.

"A strip club?"

Charlie pulled up to the parking lot and stopped at one of the many empty spaces.

"Hold on, what are you--"

"Come on, let's get a drink," he said with a smirk as he got out of the car.

A cartoonishly voluptuous mermaid waved at Lily when she stepped out to join him. The bright purple sign read: "The Milky Mermaid", and immediately it was clear just how classy the establishment was. Their steps crunched on the gravel, and she felt nervous as they approached the door, without really understanding why.

A huge black guy at the front door checked their IDs as well as her tight little butt as she walked past him. Lily did not mind, she was way more concerned with the purpose of their visit. Surely, her boyfriend did not expect her to actually-- No, he was probably going to get her a lap dance or something of the sort. 'Might be kinda fun,' she thought, checking out the waitresses in different styles of clothing, or lack thereof. 

They made their way through rows of mostly empty tables and sat right next to the main stage, where a curvy black woman was twirling around the metal pole for a bunch of middle-aged white guys who seemed more interested in their drinks than anything else.

The setting was more than a little depressing. It all smelled like old beer and piss, the music was loud, but no one seemed to be listening to it, even the girl dancing on stage seemed to be moving to a completely different rhythm.

"So this is... just like Vegas, huh?" Lily said to her boyfriend, who had just finished ordering them drinks.

"Pretty much," he replied very smugly, "There's one very important difference though."

"Just one, huh? And what would that be?"

"No one knows you here. No one will recognize you here because no one would ever expect to see a celebrity in a shitty strip club in fucking Carson City."

"...Huh." Lily said, after giving some thought to it. "And why would we have to worry about someone recognizing me?"

" Because we don't want the whole world knowing you were pole-dancing at a strip club, obviously."

"Oh... is that what I'm doing?"

"Yeah. And let me tell you, if the world found out, they would freak the fuck out."

"I gotta say... I'm freaking the fuck out a little myself."

"Really? And why is that?"

"Because! You know me, I'm... shy."

"Where was this shy girl yesterday?" he chuckled, "Because. whomever I was with yesterday, had no issue showing off to those kids, ...or that old guy at the gas station."

Lily started to blush. They had not discussed any of it since she had kissed that old man on the cheek, and hearing him describe it like that was more than a little shocking.

"T--That... that was different. There's too many people here!"

"Pfff, please, the place is half empty. There can't be more than 20 people here."

"That's still a lot more than five!"

"That's the whole point. Think of how excited you were yesterday when we left the lake, now multiply that by four."

"So that's what you want, huh, to watch me strip for everyone here?"

Charlie sipped from his beer without breaking eye contact.

"I'm starting to see a pattern here. Why do you like strangers looking at me so much?"

"I don't know, babe, why do you?"

"I don--"

Charlie gave her a stern look, the one he always used when he knew she was lying, and Lily had no choice but to concede with an adorable smile.

"Okay, I will admit that it was fun. Yesterday was fun."

"And this will be even better."

Lily thought about it for a moment. Could she really do it? Did she have it in her to strip for those bored strangers?

"So let's say that — hypothetically— I do this, what would I get in return?"

"In return? Oh no, babe, you got it all wrong. You're not doing this for me. Not to say that I won't enjoy seeing you up there, but ultimately... this is all for you."

"Is it now? You sure you're not just saying all of this so you can see me take my clothes off in public?"

Charlie grabbed her hand and leaned in closer. "Babe, I heard you last night."

"You heard what exactly?"

"I heard you touching yourself under the covers, trying not to make any noise so you wouldn't wake me up."

"You heard--"

"Yeah, you were thinking of those boys watching you, right? You were thinking of them jerking off to you after we left."

Lily's face had turned bright red now. He knew her too well, there was no point in trying to keep it a secret. "...yeah," she finally admitted with the hint of a mischievous smile on her lips. Charlie took her tiny hand and held it between both of his, looking solemnly into her eyes. "I know you want this. It's okay, babe, you don't have to be ashamed of the things that turn you on. It's okay to be sexy, to show off and be proud of your body, to tease other guys and be horny, to challenge yourself. It's all okay."

"I love you so much," she said, genuinely moved by the support and confidence he always gave her.

"I love you too, babe. Now what do you say? You wanna go up there and give these poor saps something to remember? I mean, they live in Carson City for God's sake, they could use it."

Lily looked anxiously at the now empty stage. "But how would I even.. I mean, it's not like I can go up there just like that." 

"Sure you can. Look at the banner over there."

"Amateur night? Is that really a thing?"

"Sure it is. That's why we're here."

"But-- wait, how did you know?"

"I happen to know the owner," Charlie smiled as one of the waitresses came by to serve a pair of whisky glasses. "And I called in advance to sign you up."

"Hmm, how sneaky of you," the pretty actress said, still glancing at the stage as she took the first sip of her beverage. She immediately winced at the heavy, bitter flavor. "Whoa! This is so strong."

"Think of it as liquid courage."

Lily's finger circled the edge of the glass. "If I do this..."

"Yeah?"

"Then your stupid no-sex in-the-room rule is over. Done," She said, stabbing the center of the table with her fingernail to show how serious she was. "Once we leave this place, you're gonna take me to that shitty hotel you picked for tonight and we're gonna fuck each other's brains out, you got that?"

"It'll be tough, but I'm willing to make that sacrifice," Charlie grinned.

Lily stuck her tongue out at him and then took another sip of her drink. The taste felt a little less aggressive this time. 

 So? Are you ready?"

"I... I'm a little bit nervous. Can I just watch first?"

"Of course, babe. Just let me know when you're ready."

Just then, the lights began to dim, and an unseen voice announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Amateur Night at the Milky Mermaid! Our first amateur dancer tonight is a lovely girl from Columbus, Ohio. Please welcome to the stage... Juicy Jessica!"

The lights came up on the stage to reveal a brunette with a short, asymmetrical bob, wearing a black Metallica t-shirt and short jean shorts. Rihanna's "Pour it up" began to blare but the customers at the sparsely populated club barely seemed to notice. Lily felt bad for the girl strutting on stage, but she didn't seem discouraged and kept on doing her thing regardless. 'At least no one will be paying attention when I make a fool of myself up there,' she thought, paying close attention to the moves Jessica was doing up on the stage, like how she played with the buttons of her shorts before pulling them down, or how she wrapped one leg around the metal pole and leaned back, twisting to the side to let her breasts jiggle and dangle. A couple of older guys approached the platform and tipped her a few bucks, but for the most part, the crowd seemed disinterested, and that bothered Lily a little bit. Jessica was just a regular-looking girl, but she did have big round tits and a fat ass, if the men there were not paying attention to her, then what hope could she have with her petite frame and tiny B-cup breasts.

'What hope? Hope of what?' she suddenly asked herself. This wasn't a competition, there was no prize to be won. And yet, she wanted them to like her. She wanted-- no, she needed to be the object of lust of everyone in there, to have those old, bored men, look at her with the same awe and unbridled lust as those kids at the beach. This realization startled her, and she felt herself getting wet and flushed as she imagined them leering at her body while Charlie watched. 

She took another sip of her drink, trying to calm herself, and noticed her hand was shaking slightly, before finishing the glass with one last swig.

"Please give a big round of applause for Juicy Jessica!". The curvy girl picked up her clothes and walked off the stage to sparse applause. Lily and Charlie clapped hard for her, but it was still sad to see how unresponsive the rest of the patrons were.

Charlie chuckled when he saw her gesturing to the waitress to get another drink.

"What?" she asked, trying not to laugh.

"Feeling more confident now?"

"I'm getting there."

"Now let's get ready for our next participant. This little hottie is visiting the States from south of the border, and despite her innocent appearance, yes, she is legal! Now please give a warm welcome to the sexy stylings of... Marvelous Mandy!"

Lily rolled her eyes. 'Jeez, that DJ sure loves alliteration.'  Raising a bushy eyebrow, she saw a tiny little brunette walk out from behind the black curtains. Even with the black high heels she had on, she couldn't have been taller than 5'4, with a small little frame and the cute face of a high school girl. Brown hair down to her shoulders, big brown eyes and white skin. She wore a tiny little gray mini skirt that showed off her short but very shapely legs, and tight black tank top, generously filled by a pair of nice, firm round tits. She came out to Mötley Crüe's "Girls, Girls, Girls," and it was immediately obvious that she had a bit more experience than Jessica. Her movements were more confident and loose, she even smiled a lot more, and genuinely so. She might have been lying about being amateur, Lily thought, or maybe she just liked to strip in her private life. Either way, it was making her a little self-conscious. 'I don't know how to move like that. I don't even know how to twerk. Oh God, they're all gonna laugh at me!'

Luckily, a fresh new drink had just been brought to her, and she drank that one too in a hurry.

"Whoa, take it easy there, babe.You don't wanna fall off the stage."

'Falling off the stage?!' she thought. She hadn't even considered that possibility. "Heh, yeah, I guess not," she laughed nervously.

A small number of new customers had arrived by the time Mandy was down to a very sexy black bra and sheer panties. The growing number of patrons made Lily feel more nervous, but also more excited at the same time. She saw the very cute, mexican girl squatting with her back to the audience as a balding Asian guy stuck green bills in the waistline of her panties. She stood back up, undid her bra and threw it at the guy, blowing him a kiss afterwards. 'That was so sexy...' Lily thought, feeling warmer all over. Mandy's nipples were super hard, and something about that had captivated her. It wasn't really her what was turning her on so much, girls had never been her thing, but seeing her flaunt around for those strangers... that was definitely having an effect between her legs.

The song was finally done, and so was Lily's drink. She sipped the last few drops of whisky without taking her eyes off the stage, where Mandy was picking up her money, grinning excitedly at a young man that she assumed to be her boyfriend; he had obviously enjoyed the show, and she hoped that Charlie would be looking that happy after she had been up there too. That was when she finally got it, the reason that girl looked so happy and confident up there despite the place being half-empty and the customers being so cheap. She wasn't doing it for the money or the patrons, it was all for herself, and her boyfriend.

"I think I'm ready," she suddenly announced, turning to Charlie with a look of utter excitement on her sweet, precious face.

Her boyfriend smiled. He offered his hand and led her backstage. "Alright, this is as far as I can go, unless you want me dancing on that pole with you."

"Oh no, the stage is all mine. Now go sit down and get ready."

She pulled Charlie close and kissed him on the lips.

"I can't wait," he said, pleasantly surprised by her eagerness.

"Oh and baby, one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"You don't tip me, okay? No matter how lonely I look up there, you just sit and watch. I don't want any pity."

"If you say so."

When her boyfriend left her and went back to his seat, the DJ approached her. She picked the song and how she wanted to be introduced, but there was another girl ready to go out there already, so she had to wait her turn. The butterflies in her stomach were going crazy as she paced back and forth backstage. She tried to think of a time before an audition or a play where she had felt more nervous, but she couldn't. Acting was something she had studied and prepared for, but stripping... that was completely uncharted territory. It was so surreal to be standing there waiting, not to say her lines or answer questions in front of a regular audience, but to take off her clothes and dance for a bunch of horny strangers. She peeked behind the curtain and saw that a lot more people had come in. 'What the fuck? The place is almost full now! Ugh, just my luck.'

For a moment, she thought about bailing on the whole thing, but then she saw Charlie sitting there with the look on his face he only got when he was genuinely thrilled about something; the same expression that little kids got on their first visit to Disneyland. ‘No, I've come this far, I'm doing this.' Suddenly the lights changed from a deep red color to white and silver, flashing rapidly as the DJ announced, "And now, gentlemen, a special treat. Coming to you straight from the U.K., please give a warm welcome to this gorgeous newcomer on her first exotic dance. Here she is... LUSCIOUS LILY!"

The dumb name made her cringe, but the stage curtains were opening, Michael Jackson's "Rock With You" had started playing, and the spotlights were blazing above her; the show had began. Surprised and extremely nervous, Lily strolled onto the stage in her normal looking clothes. Perhaps it was that unusual look that caught the attention of the crowd, because suddenly it felt like every single pair of eyes was on her. 

It was surreal to be standing up there. Her heart was pounding as she strolled round the stage to the beat of the song. Not really sure of what to do, she went straight for the pole in the middle and held on to it. She looked down and around at the men sitting near the little stage. There was a group of twenty-somethings on the right side, but most of the other patrons were middle-aged or older; they looked nothing like the kids at the beach. 'At least I can be sure none of them will know who I am,' she thought as she wrapped one leg round the pole and twirled. When she stopped, she noticed one of them had an old, worn-out "Genesis" t-shirt on, and she laughed to herself, thinking of how scandalized her dear old father would be if he only knew what she was doing.

Still holding on, she leaned back and stretched, letting her denim jack hang loose and showing off the smooth, pale skin of her sides. 

She was well aware that her outfit was less than ideal for stripping, but all she could do at that point was to work with what she had, so the pretty brunette teased the crowd by pulling the jacket off of one shoulder and then the other, until the thing fell off completely.

Always the supportive boyfriend, Charlie whooped and hollered, but the rest of the patrons barely made a sound. Lily enjoyed her boyfriend cheering her on, and she was still trying to remember everything that the other two girls had done with the pole so that she could copy it, when suddenly she saw another leg wrapping around the metal to join hers. She looked up and realized one of the young guys from the corner table had joined her for some reason. 

"Hey, can I dance with you?" the blonde stranger yelled over the music.

He was just a regular-looking guy, not really that menacing in his frat-guy appearance, but the smell of booze on him was strong and he was grinning like an idiot. Lily's first instinct was to turn to Charlie for help, but to her surprise, he did not seem alarmed, instead he gestured for her to keep going. "Just roll with it," she saw him mouthing.

"Uh... okay," Lily finally said to the guy. He got closer to the pole as Lily's hand slid up the smooth metal with her leg still wrapped around it. In one fluid motion she leaned back again and arched her back. Her long, brown hair swept back, and cascaded down as she held the pose to show off her toned arms and firm breasts.

"Hey you! Get down from there right now!" she heard the security guy from the entrance shouting.

"Oh shit!" the young man said, visibly scared and trying to get off the stage without landing on his face, "It's cool, I'm cool, it's cool!"

Lily was surprised to see him going back to his seat instead of getting kicked out. But she was alone up there again, and there were more pressing issues to attend. Half the song had gone by and she was still fully clothed and getting almost no tips. She looked over at Charlie. Things were not going as she had imagined them, but he was still smiling sweetly at her.

'I can do this,' she told herself, and she took in a long, nervous breath. Needles of anxiety were pricking at the base of her skull as she moved her body closer to the metal pole and bent her knees, straddling it. She could tell the patrons were getting antsy, so instead she let go of the metal and stepped in front. Resting her back on the pole, she looked at the crowd and brought her hands to her stomach, swaying her hips suggestively to the beat as her hands traveled up very slowly. Upon reaching the small cups on her chest, she caressed herself, and teased the inside of her modest cleavage with her index and middle fingers. Her breathing was quick, she was still nervous and a little stiff, but was quickly getting more into the showmanship of it all.

"Muah! I fucking love you!" the blonde guy who had just climbed off the stage shouted at her excitedly. Lily smiled. At least someone other than her boyfriend was enjoying her performance. Her hands slipped inside her leotard and she played with her nipples a little bit, biting her lip to make a show of how much she was enjoying it.

"COME ON, SHOW 'EM!" the rowdy blonde guy shouted.

Lily and her boyfriend exchanged a knowing look and then the petite actress finally pulled the stretchy fabric aside, flashing her perky little breasts and hardened pink nipples to everyone.

She heard the blonde guy shout, "OH FUCK, THAT'S SO HOT!" and felt the gazes from a couple of the men who were sitting around the stage around her. That was enough to send a rush of adrenaline through her entire being.

She let go of the leotard and it sprung back into place, covering her chest again just as she turned her back to the audience and posed with her butt sticking out, shaking it from side to side as she began to unbutton her jeans. She wasn't sure at that point which was louder, the music, or the pulse pounding in her head. When the last button was free, she pulled the pants down just a little bit and stopped to look at the men at her right, then at the men to her left. Grinning mischievously and wiggling her hips, the pretty actress pushed her tight black jeans down with each swivel of her lovely ass. She pushed them all the way down to her ankles, keeping her legs straight and bending over at the waist to let the audience get a good look at the small piece of leopard fabric that barely covered her pussy and disappeared inside her ass crack.

Her ass was firm, round and soft, and the older men seemed to finally notice. Lily touched her toes and kept wiggling, flaunting her delicious little booty. She could feel the men gawking at her, and she was getting excited at the thought of all of them lusting after her. The world and the room around her faded away, and she was absorbed in the warmth of the surreal experience; ready for more. And just when she was about to make her next move, the song ended, the lights flickered, and the DJ asked people to clap.

Lily pulled up her pants and stood there with her back to the crowd wondering what had just happened. It was all over so quickly. 'I didn't even get a chance to-- No, this can't be it.' Her heart was still beating in her throat as she walked to the DJ booth at the back of the stage. "Hey, I didn’t finish, I wanna do another song!" she said, immediately embarrassed by how loud her request had sounded without any music on.

"What? I'm sorry but each participant gets--"

"I was interrupted! That guy interrupted me, that's not fair."

The DJ was silent for a moment. Lily felt embarrassed knowing that everyone there was watching her beg for another chance to strip.

"LET 'ER DO IT!" the rowdy blonde guy cried out.

"YEAH," the guy sitting next to him shouted, "ONE MORE DANCE, ONE MORE DANCE!"

The blonde guy joined in, and so did his other two friends. "ONE! MORE! DANCE! ONE! MORE! DANCE!" Pretty soon Charlie had joined the chant too and a few of the older guys were banging their fists on the tables.

"Alright, alright," the DJ finally conceded, "Pick your song."

"Umm... I, uh..." suddenly she could not think of a single song. She knew everyone was waiting for her and the place was dead silent, making every fraction of a second seem long and painful. And then suddenly, from the blankness of her mind, a title popped up. "Easy Lover!" she blurted out. Charlie and her had been listening to a Phil Collins' greatest hits playlist on the way to Nevada, and it was only until after she said it that it dawned on her she was about to strip to one of her father's songs.

"Okay...due to a technicality, put your hands together once more for Luscious Lily," The DJ called through the sound system.

Realizing that it was too late to ask for a different song, Lily turned back to face the audience. When the first guitar chord hit, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to get ready, treating the performance she was about to do as seriously as any dramatic scene she'd ever done.

'It's now or never, Lily, get your head in the game.'

Her hands moved slowly up and down her thighs as the song's intro played, before traveling up, caressing her sides and going over her tits. Her fingers reached for the straps of her leotard, a familiar cocktail of fear and arousal welling up from between her legs as she waited for the main riff to begin. This time there was no warming up, and no hesitation, as soon as she heard that F minor seventh chord, she pulled the straps down until the top clung just below her bare breasts, letting the little mounds of pale flesh bounce deliciously as she strutted fiercely to the center of the stage. She stood there for a moment with her little tits out, swaying her hips to the beat and grinning seductively at the men who now seemed fully invested in her. Lily knew she didn't have the most impressive breasts ever, but they were firm and perky, just the way guys liked them, and her heart fluttered with excitement when the empty seats around the stage began to quickly fill up with horny guys wanting to get a closer look.

🎶 She's the kind of girl you dream of
Dream of keeping hold of
You'd better forget it
You'll never get it 🎶

She twisted around a couple of times, feeling more confident and aroused with every passing second. The impertinent blonde guy was shouting all kinds of things that she could not make out over the loud music. Something came over her just then, because for as much as he had startled her with his drunken antics, she was genuinely moved by the show of support, and suddenly she was pointing at him with a come hither look in her amazing hazel eyes. It took a moment for the surprised guy to figure it out. "Me?" he mouthed, pointing at his chest. Lily nodded and beckoned him with her finger. The young man almost tripped in his haste to get back up on stage, and Lily used those few seconds to find Charlie and wink at him. Her boyfriend had a huge smile on his face, and when he winked back, Lily knew she had the green light to do whatever she wanted up there.

"Uh... hi," the blonde man awkwardly shouted over the music.

"Dance with me, handsome," the brunette commanded, reaching for his hand. She held it up and twirled under his arm a couple of times before turning back to him and leaning on his chest.  Then, the gorgeous actress began to parade topless around her guest while in that print leotard that clung tightly to her body, emphasizing the outline of her modest curves.

The guy was stunned, and his buddies started whistling and cheering him on. Lily took his hands and led them down her sides and over her narrow hips, making sure his fingers held on to the waistband of her still unbuttoned pants. She looked at the crowd, and bit her lip, teasing them with a playful look. "Do it!" Charlie shouted from the back. That was all the blonde man needed to hear. He pulled the jeans down and rolled them down to her ankles, exposing her juicy thighs to everyone. Lily playfully covered her wide open mouth with her hand, and stepped away from her jeans, pretending to be shocked with the situation while looking at her boyfriend's pleased expression.

Suddenly the guy’s hands rose to cup her tiny breasts. When his fingers graced her nipples she let out a gasp, and the stripper character she was playing disappeared for a moment. It was not more than a second before Lily took them back down to her waist, where the straps of her leopard-print bodysuit hung loose, and her eyes turned to Charlie immediately, worrying that she had just crossed a line. But her boyfriend could not have looked any happier, he had that fire in his eyes again, and there was no doubt that he was enjoying seeing the blonde stranger start to pull down the straps, slowly bringing the leotard all the way down to her midriff. There were finally cheers from the other men as she pulled the blonde man back to his feet and stepped in front of him, leaning against his chest and swaying to the rhythm of the song, her arms dancing gracefully above her head as the fabric was rolled down past her rock hard abs and cute belly button. 

She felt the blonde man breathing on her neck as his hands reached her hips and let go. Lily closed her eyes, feeling a delicious shiver as his hands caressed her thighs on the way down. That scared her momentarily and she took a step forward, moving away from his touch. It was so thrilling to know she had everyone's full attention now, that every eye in the room was focused on her.  She turned her back to the audience, presenting her delicious little booty, barely covered by the rolled down leotard that now looked like a bikini bottom with a slightly more bulky waistline and a very thin strip of leopard print fabric disappearing between her butt cheeks. Then she turned her head to look back at them, striking a pose she had used countless times on red carpets, and reached back, pulling the thong further up between her ass cheeks. It was only then, once the fabric dug deep into her ass crack and buried itself between her labia, that she realized how wet she was.

Some of the patrons started to throw money on stage. Lily wiggled her ass from side to side before returning her attention to the drunk guy accompanying her on stage. She walked over to him, looking for Charlie's reaction out of the corner of her eye as she got closer and pressed her body against his. The guy's hard-on poked her right under the navel, and she wondered if every other guy there was hard for her at that moment. Then, she turned, and took his hands again, leading them to the rolled up edge of her makeshift leopard-print thong. She pushed her ass out and heard the men whistling while she swayed her hips, feeling the guy's bulge rubbing on her, even poking between her ass cheeks from time to time.

"WHOOOOO!" Charlie hollered from the back as the stranger's fingers got a hold of his girlfriend's thong again. Lily smiled and pressed herself harder against his body. She lifted her arms and danced in her spot as he began to pull the leotard down. Slowly, the little, trimmed landing strip above her pussy started to become visible. Charlie's jaw had dropped to the floor. He could not believe she was above to take everything off, and neither could she. But there was a need of being completely exposed up there that she had to satisfy now.

🎶 She's an easy lover
She'll get a hold on you believe it... 🎶

Her father kept singing while the little leotard rolled down her thighs and finally fell to the floor. The room exploded with whistles and cheers as her pink little slit came into view. Lily made that surprised gesture again, making a show of trying to cover her breasts and pussy with her arms. She waited one beat like that, looking left at right with an enticing smirk on her lips, and then she straightened herself, putting her hands on her hips and widening her stance, proudly showing off her completely naked form for everyone to admire.

The guys went really wild and, though the lights were in her eyes and she couldn't see him, she imagined the proud smile Charlie must have had on his face. 'I'm really doing this!' she screamed excitedly in her head. It was incredible to be up there wearing absolutely nothing and feeling no shame.

Some of the men laughed when the blonde guy started smelling the crumpled leotard in his hands. Lily turned to him and thanked him with a kiss on the cheek before taking the outfit from him and gesturing for him to get back down. That was her stage now, and it was time to really shine. 

The petite stripper walked slowly towards the pole, her smooth and firm legs looking amazing under the bright white lights, and only the hint of a jiggle on her firm, bubble-shaped butt. She got a hand and a leg on the metal and began to swing around it, smiling seductively at the men with raised arms and dollar bills in their hands.

After a few more rotations around the metal pole, she stopped suddenly with one leg raised, allowing the viewers to get a glimpse of her pale pussy lips while she licked the tip of her finger and rubbed her left nipple with it. "FUCK YEAH!" she heard Charlie shouting from his table. It almost made her break character for a second, but she was able to keep from laughing. Instead, she strode to the center of the stage, right across from where Charlie sat, and turned her attention to a sweaty man dressed in a light gray business suit that was holding a 20 dollar bill in the air. Lily stood right above him, on the very edge of the stage, and looked down at him. The man's eyes were inevitably drawn to her labia, just a couple of feet from his face. The money was shaking in his hand as the tiny stripper began to slowly squat down. There was a collective and audible awe as her thighs opened wide and she lowered her hips. The wet, glistening little pink hole was suddenly there, completely exposed for everyone to see. The man sighed deeply and he was so close that Lily felt his warm breath on her opening as she took the money from him.

"Thank you," she said very sweetly, before getting back up again. Everyone watching was going crazy and there were too many hands to count holding up bills all around her. She could barely hear the music over all of the noise the horny men were making. 

🎶 You're not the only one, ooh seeing is believing
It's the only way
You'll ever know, oh 🎶

As the thumping erotic beat stimulated her pulse, Lily danced and danced, free of any clothes and any reservations. She shook her shapely booty and flaunted her tight little body, bathing in the lewd gazes of the men sitting around the stage, until there was sweat dripping down her back and every inch of her pale, flawless skin was glittering with perspiration.

The last minute of the song reached the peak of sexually-charged energy when Lily started going from one side of the stage to the other to take money from the horny patrons. She knelt and crawled for some of them, she bent and spanked herself for the others. Having no place to put the money she just kept tossing it around the stage floor. Not that it mattered, that performance was all about letting go of fear and embracing Charlie's fantasy. She could see him sitting at the edge of his seat, looking around in disbelief at the crowd of horny men his dear girlfriend had riled up with her naked flesh. He had this shocked look on his face, like he still could not believe she was really exposing herself so freely to all those guys.

The song's guitar solo hit her like a jolt of electricity and Lily's hips began to spin wildly, almost as if they were no longer attached to the rest of her body, twisting and gyrating on their own will. She shook her head and her hair thrashed around in a whirlwind to the beat. At that point nothing existed but the music and her body. Lily's mind melted into a whirlwind of sound and movement, she danced like she had never danced before, letting go of all reservations, believing herself to be the most important thing in the universe and convincing every person there of the same. Every inch of her gorgeous body was dripping with sweat and passion, every movement, every gesture was loose and naturally sensual, transforming her body into an irresistible white flame.

🎶 Now don't try to change her, just leave it, leave it 🎶

. She felt so free and comfortable, like she was dancing alone in her room, while simultaneously bathing in the thrill of knowing that everyone there was hopelessly hypnotized by her nude body and her wild, overt sensuality.

"YOU'RE SO FUCKING HOT!" she heard the frat guy yell from his table. Lily smiled to herself. In trying to please her boyfriend, she was discovering desires and fantasies of her own she had never even suspected were there. She had gotten on that stage expecting to have a bit of fun by dancing and teasing the guys by showing a little bit of skin. Instead, she had wound up taking everything off, putting her tits, cunt and asshole on full display, and turning every grown man in the club into one of those kids at the beach, and Charlie into the horniest of strip club cheerleaders. She had never felt so sexy and powerful, but she still wanted to go even further.

She knew the song was almost over so she headed back to the center of the stage and presented her lovely ass once more to the people in the middle. She stood above the men shouting dirty things at her while she got down on all fours, hovering her lovely ass right in front of them.

🎶 Before you know it you'll be on your knees 🎶

"OH YEAH, SHAKE THAT BOOTY!"

"WORK IT, HONEY, YEAH!"

She opened her legs for them, and spread them wide. She was so wet and everyone could see it. The men cheered her on loudly as she looked back over her shoulder at them, lust in their eyes, transfixed on her cunt and her asshole, and she blew them a kiss.

Lily chuckled at how fitting her Dad's lyrics had turned out to be while she wiggled her wet, pink cunt for their amusement. But she knew the song well enough to know it was time for the grand finale, so the cute little brunette turned around and sat on the cold stage floor with her legs spread wide open. Charlie looked like he was about to lose his mind, and the horny actress bit her lip, imagining how good he was going to fuck her that night. Resting her back on the pole, she used two fingers to spread her cunt lips for all to see, and her eyes found Charlie's in the background before she began to tease her little clit with her middle digit. The men watching were loving the show, they could not take their eyes off of the cute stripper's wet little pussy and, as the last chorus began to fade out from the speakers, Lily finally dipped a finger inside herself.

The song ended, and for a brief moment, everyone watched in awe and silence as the petite brunette fingered herself on stage. No one moved or uttered a word. The sensuality of the moment was incredible. A deep, imposing silence had taken over the whole club, and all that could be heard was Lily's hard breathing and the wet sounds of her fingers going in and out of her pussy. Lily pulled her fingers out, licked them clean for everyone to see and suddenly, from the back of the bar, the sound of glass shattering seemed to announce the end of her performance.

The spell was broken. Lily closed her legs and looked at everyone around her. She had triumphed. If that had been a stage play she would've gotten a standing ovation. But the men were already standing, wooing, whistling and cheering as she bashfully picked up her jacket, the only piece of clothing that still remained on stage, and scurried away behind the curtains.

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She heard the DJ introduce another girl and then a Beyonce song begin playing as she started to put her jacket back on. The thing was wet, soaked in beer. "Fuck!" she cursed out loud, realizing that it had been a terrible idea to be so careless with her clothes on stage. Luckily for her, the dressing room was just a few feet away.

"Uh, hi, sorry to bother you," she said after peeking her head into the small room where the black stripper she had seen dancing at the beginning of the night was sitting. She was taking off her makeup in front of a mirror with two big light bulbs screwed on each side and did not seem pleased with the interruption. 

"I just did a dance and some of my clothes went missing and my jacket is soaked with beer."

"Rookie mistake," the black woman scoffed.

"Heh, yeah, I know."

"You know this isn't a full-nude club, right? I'd be worried 'bout you getting us shut down if this place wasn't such a shit-hole anyway."

"Oh... I'm sorry, I had no idea," Lily apologized and she felt her face start to blush as she thought about how far she had taken things on stage. It already felt like that had been a completely different person. "So... uh, I was wondering if there's any way that you could like, let me borrow something to wear? I'll wash it and bring it back tomorrow, I promise."

"Bitch, I don't know you. I ain't giving you my clothes."

"Alright, I'll buy them from you, okay? Anything you can give me, just name your price."

"Yeah? What you gon' pay me with? You gon' pull a wallet out yo' pussy?"

"Oh... right," the cute brunette said, looking down at herself. "Well, my boyfriend has money, he could--"

The stripper stood up and grabbed her bag. "Bitch, stop wasting my time." Then she walked out of the room.

Lily sighed and stepped inside, hoping to find something, anything, to wear before someone else came in. The place was full of wigs, shoes and other accessories like furry boas and nipple clamps, but no clothes to cover herself with. She didn't have a phone to call Charlie, and the club was pretty much full by the time she had finished dancing. She couldn't just go out there wearing nothing, doing that on stage was one thing, but just walking around like that... no, not even the real strippers did that. She was trying to figure out what the hell she was gonna do when she discovered a small rack at the end of the room. On it, she found a naughty nurse outfit that was clearly meant for someone much, much bigger than her, and a white and silver sequin jumpsuit that had obviously seen better days. She started inspecting the latter. If not exactly her size, it did look like it might fit her, but upon further inspection Lily discovered a couple of yellowish stains on the inside of unknown origin. "Yuck!" she exclaimed, dropping it right away. Luckily, there was a third outfit hanging there that seemed to be about her size. The first thing she did was smell it and inspect it for any more disgusting stains. It was clean, and she let out a sigh of relief as she got it off the hanger and held it up to see what she was going to have to deal with. "Oh boy..." she said to herself upon realizing her last option had turned out to be a crotchless body stocking made out of black lace.

After slipping into the tiny outfit and looking at herself in the mirror, another sigh, this time of resignation, left her lips. 

The top was cut so low that her small breast popped out at the first sudden movement, but even when she pulled the top up to cover them, the fabric was so scandalously sheer that the two little pink nubs were obvious anyway.

'I guess I should be thankful it fits. Well, kinda...'

Next to the rack was a plastic shelf unit with several pairs of shoes. She debated what would be more disgusting, putting on a pair of used heels, or walking out there barefoot to step on the filth left on the floor by who knew how many patrons. The choice was clear, and after stepping into a pair of black heels she tied her hair into a little bun; there was still something missing. She started going through the little drawers until she found a little black bag with makeup inside. 'It's like getting dressed up for Halloween,' she thought, applying the whorish red shade of lipstick to her lips. She examined herself in the mirror, now she really looked the part.  'I just know he's going to love this.' She imagined the expression on Charlie's face once he saw her dressed like that and she got more than a little excited.

Despite all, the body stocking fit well. The soft, stretchy material clung nicely to her figure, leaving her arms and back exposed and showing off her modest curves, with thigh-high stockings that connected to bow-trimmed straps completing the look.

"Well, Lily, you make a very cute prostitute," she joked to her reflection. She had calmed down a bit now, her mind finally returning after having lost it on stage. The things she had done up there now seemed like they were another person's actions and going back out there again, even if it was just to get her boyfriend and leave, suddenly seemed like a daunting task. She had a moment of introspection while she tried to figure out what to do. This road trip had become something completely different than she was expecting it to be. A few days ago she had never even considered the tamest of public displays, but since then, more men had seen her naked in the span of three days than in the rest of her life.

That idea suddenly clung to her thoughts. So many men had seen her not only naked, but playing with herself too... The buzz she'd gotten from it far exceeded anything she had ever imagined. The petite actress had to admit that she'd loved flaunting herself to see the lust in their eyes. It made her feel a sort of wicked power as she began to imagine them becoming erect simply from looking at her. She closed her eyes and her hand went down between her legs as she thought of what it had felt like to know that an entire club full of people had imagined fucking her while she was on stage. She was so wet, and her fingers slipped into her pussy so easily...

Teasing her clit with little circles, she started to realize that the whole public exhibition thing, the flaunting of her body to groups of strangers was playing to some deeply buried need she had. She was getting such a kick from seeing the men staring at her, ogling her up and down and seemingly fucking with her eyes. There must have been something dormant in her that Charlie had started to release when he convinced her to give him that blowjob on the road. Those dark desires were exploding into full maturity now that she was pushing herself more and more. She moaned as she dug two fingers deep inside, burning with the desire to do more, to take that adventure further, but at the same time, she was beginning to worry that it was all a Pandora's box she wouldn't be able to close later. And still her fingers kept moving, curling inside herself as the thrill of pushing boundaries, of disregarding taboos, inundated her mind. She wanted to become the exact opposite of boring, the word that made her cringe every single time she had heard it used to describe herself. Adventurous and spontaneous, she wanted to be those things that were out of the ordinary. It still worried her a little to where it all might lead, and how she was going to gather the courage to discuss it with Charlie, but-- 

"Charlie..." she said very softly. Suddenly, the look on her boyfriend's face when he saw her on that stage shot back to her mind, and nothing else seemed to matter but the image seared into her brain and her fingers buried deep inside her dripping cunt. She could not wait to see that expression again once he saw her in that outfit. She was about to make herself cum just thinking about it.

Then she heard a noise outside the door, and it startled her enough to bring her back to her senses. "Lily, what the hell is happening to you?" she said to herself as she slipped into the extra small cheeky panties that came with the outfit. The front barely held high enough above her pussy to cover the little patch of trimmed pubic hair, and the fact that they were also see-through meant that they didn't do much in terms of hiding her slit either. When Lily turned to see her butt in the mirror, she realized the elastic stopped almost midway up her bottom. The top of her ass crack peaked out, and the eyes could easily follow it down to her pussy through the sheer fabric.

'Here goes nothing...'

And so, Lily began making her way back to Charlie dressed like a whore. The lacy material was comfortable and felt good on her skin as she made her way to the front of the club where Charlie had been sitting, and she started turning heads the moment she got back to the main area. The one problem she had not anticipated was how small the lace panties were. About halfway between the dressing room and the stage she started feeling the crotch shift, and one of her pussy lips suddenly slipped out from behind the lacey patch of cloth.

A pale man in a blue tracksuit stared as she pulled the tiny wedge of black lace back into place. "That's just too damn small, sweetie." Lily gave him an awkward smile and started walking again. She gasped and stopped for a fraction of a second when the man spanked her left butt cheek, and her first instinct was to turn and curse something at him, but she stopped herself, realizing that would only cause her more problems, and continued on her way.

The club was pretty full now, and she guessed that there must have been almost a hundred people there. It wasn't easy making her way through packed tables of leering horny guys. With every step she could feel how perilously close her pussy lips were to popping out again, and the constant, overwhelming sensation of all those eyes focused on her. The patrons kept trying to get her attention, and some of them even tried to grab her, but Lily kept slipping away, saying "sorry" and "excuse me" as she politely ignored them. 

"Look at the fucking legs on her."

"She looks tight as fuck, bro."

"She has the pinkest little pussy!."

"I'd love to tap that."

"I would wreck her little holes."

"Mmm, that ass is fucking yummy!"

Her plan was to go straight back to Charlie and leave, but his table was empty and he was nowhere to be found. "Excuse me, you know where the guy that was sitting here went?" she asked the waitress who was wiping it down.

"Hmm, I think I saw him talking to the owner. They might be somewhere around here. But hey, if you're looking for good tips, that fat guy over there with the thick mustache is loaded."

"What? Oh! Oh no... I'm not--"

The waitress had already gone to clean another table, and Lily was left standing there alone, hands on her hips, asking herself where the hell her boyfriend could be. She knew that he wouldn't just leave her alone in a place like that. No, Charlie would never put her at risk, he wasn't that kind of guy. 'I did take a bit long back there. He must have gone looking for me.'

Lily tried to see if she could locate him in the crowd, but all she could see around her were strangers devouring her tight little body with their hungry eyes. Standing there alone and trying to keep her pussy from slipping out of those dangerously undersized panties, she felt completely exposed and vulnerable. It only got worse when two young guys took the chairs she and Charlie had been occupying before, startling her in the process.

"Hey, honey, wanna sit with us?"

"Uh... no, thank you. I'm... looking for someone."

"Really? Well that's a shame 'cus my friend and me, we'd love to have some fun with you tonight." He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close while his buddy playfully spanked each one of her ass cheeks. 

"I--I'm sorry, I need to go," she said, quickly slipping from their grasp.

Then she made her way to the bar, getting her ass grabbed more times than she could count along the way. Every guy there seemed to think he had a right to spank, squeeze or even pinch her butt, and it kept happening again and again and again. It was so uncomfortable, and especially knowing there was nothing she could do about it. After all, they had all just seen her shaking her ass completely naked, and now she was walking around dressed like a whore, it wasn't their fault that they were confusing her for a real one.

She was all flustered and tense by the time she got to ask the bartender if he had seen Charlie. Never in her life had she heard so many vulgar comments about her tits and ass, let alone so many in such a short span of time; it was like the real life version of the comments under one of her Instagram posts and she couldn't wait to find her boyfriend and leave. But the bartender didn't know where Charlie was either, so Lily ordered a drink to calm her nerves. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, she waited next to one of the beer fridges at the far end of the bar, where the lights were not so bright and she was mostly out of the way from the staff and patrons alike. After a few sips from her glass she started feeling a bit less anxious once again. Charlie would turn out eventually, she was sure of it.

She walked out of her hiding spot to get another drink, and as she waited for the bartender to make her a cocktail, her stiff posture slowly gave way to a more relaxed stance, and soon enough, the petite actress was leaning on the counter, looking delicious with her back slightly arched and her pale little bubble butt pushed out for everyone to admire.

"Jesus, she's fucking stunning! What the fuck is she doing working here?" she heard someone saying behind her. She found the comment to be sweet, especially in comparison with all of the other dirty things she'd been hearing, and whether it was a conscious decision or not, she bent over the bar a little bit more, rewarding the man who had just praised her with a nice view of the black lace strip being swallowed by her soft and meaty ass cheeks.

Then, from the corner of her eye, she caught another person watching her. A barrel-chested man in his late 40’s with a fuzzy black beard, a red trucker hat and piercing black eyes. The beer bottle in his big, hairy hand looked tiny as he picked it up and drank from it while still staring at her, fascinated. There was something inexplicably captivating about the man and, without really understanding why, she started to get flustered again just by knowing he was staring. Unable to hold his powerful gaze, she looked away and took another sip from her glass, when she turned back he was still looking straight at her, and there was something so ferocious about him that she could not resist; she had to look away again. Then she caught herself wishing that corpulent man would come over and treat her like the other men had. She imagined herself sitting on his lap, feeling his bushy beard on her neck...

Suddenly she was all hot and bothered, pressing the cold, ice-filled glass against her bare chest to cool off. 'Where the hell is Charlie?' she started thinking again. Those wild thoughts had scared her, and she got impatient again. She needed him there to ground her, to keep her from doing something really, really stupid. The sharp sound of one of the bar chairs being dragged over a short distance surprised her, and a familiar slurring that said, "Hey... has anyone ever told you that you're way too pretty to be a stripper?" The actress looked behind her and immediately recognized the blonde drunk guy from the stage, sitting right behind her. He had positioned himself so close that upon turning to face him, she found herself trapped between him sitting on the high chair and the bar to her back.

"Oh, uh... hi again," she said nervously.

"You did a great job up there, everyone was going crazy for you."

"...Thanks," she replied uncomfortably.

"My name's Harper, by the way," he said, politely offering his hand. There was still a strong smell of alcohol all over him, but he seemed to be a lot less drunk than before. Despite the obvious risk, a whole lifetime of social conditioning prompted the famous actress to shake his hand. "I'm Lily," she said, now regretting having given the DJ her real name to announce. 

"Hey, I'm sorry if I scared you up there, I got a little bit too excited."

"Oh it's fine, don't worry about it," she told him, her eyes still looking around the club for her boyfriend.

"But we made a pretty good team, don't you think?"

After letting that man undress her and even feel her up on stage, it was so awkward to be making small talk like that. She said nothing, just nodding politely as she kept trying to spot Charlie while Harper put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. 

"How about we go back there so you can dance just for me?"

Startled, Lily tried to separate, but his hand on her lower back did not allow it. It took her a moment before she realized he was talking about the private rooms she had seen near the entrance.

"Oh! No, I don't-- I'm not a dancer," she said, feeling his hand coming down to rest on her butt.

"Really? 'Cause I think I just saw you dancing up there."

"No! ...I mean, y-yeah but... it was my first time." She moved his hand up, but he slowly brought it down again, and took it a little bit further by gently squeezing her cheek this time.

"So you're a rookie, that's cool with me." As he talked, his hand continued squeezing, massaging the soft, but firm flesh in circles, while the slight stripper squirmed and struggled, but not too much. Lily felt the crotch of her panties digging into her pussy and, making another futile attempt to get his hand off her ass and free herself, she said, "No, what I mean is that--"

"Listen, you're the hottest girl in here by far. I'm not taking no for an answer."

The odd compliment worked for some reason. It could've been the way he had taken control over her without asking for permission, or that he had chosen her even among all of those women with big tits and fat asses walking around, or how shamelessly he kept massaging her ass right in front of all the other patrons, or that while he did it, her underwear kept riding up her labia and rubbing up against her clit... It was probably a combination of all the above, but it made Lily feel a lot of things. Suddenly she had stopped struggling, and when Harper's fingertips slipped under her panties and touched the inside of her butt crack all she did was gasp a little bit and look in the direction of the big, burly trucker, who was looking right back at her. 

"I-- thank you," she said, "but really, I don't do that."

"Come on, just a quick dance." Not only had his right hand returned to grip her butt, but the left one had joined it now, cupping the tender flesh at the bottom of her cheek, shamelessly grabbing her without any subtlety or shame. "You're so fucking beautiful, I have to insist."

Lily's face was flush, her eyes kept nervously looking around for Charlie, but they instead kept finding the corpulent trucker, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was carefully watching the two of them. Suddenly, Harper's hand came down, and the tips of his fingers softly and deliberately caressed the sensitive skin on the back of her thighs. Lily shivered, and locking eyes with the bearded man at the end of the bar, she stopped what little resistance was left in her and allowed herself to be pulled in completely, until Harper's body and hers were so close that she could feel his warm breath on her neck, and his hard-on pressing on her stomach.

"I... I don't know..." she said, not sure why she was even contemplating the idea, or why she was still letting him shamelessly play with her ass in front of dozens of strangers, some of whom had already started to notice. The only certainty she had was that the way he was touching her in front of everyone, but especially that big, burly man, had her very excited, and extremely wet.

"Okay, you're new, you're shy, I get it. How 'bout this. I'll give you a $20 right now just to sit on my lap."

"A $20 for what?" she said, confused.

He hit the bar with a nice, crisp 20 dollar bill, and without even waiting for an answer, both of his hands moved to the bottom of her ass cheeks and picked her up with ease, dropping her tiny body so that she sat across his legs.

"Hey!" Lily yelped with her legs dangling off his thighs, holding on to his neck to keep herself from falling. That was going too far. She was about to get up and leave when she finally located Charlie standing behind the bar, watching her attentively. 'What is he doing there?' A sudden wave of guilt and shame came over her as she realized that he had probably been back there watching the whole time. She froze for a second, but then she saw he was smiling, and did not seem upset at all. Then suddenly he started moving towards them, and he had that fire in his eyes, just like when he was watching her dance on stage.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Harper said, playfully bouncing her on his lap.

Seeing her boyfriend was coming, Lily tried to free herself, but she was caught in Harper's embrace. Suddenly, Charlie was there, putting two cold bottles of beer in front of them.

"I brought you two some drinks, on the house." her boyfriend said, giving her a look that sent shivers through her spine. His eyes moved down slowly, inspecting the whorish, see-through outfit that clung tightly to her tight little body.

"It was all they had..." she said, looking down bashfully, blushing as Harper's hands moved up and down her bare thighs.

Resting his elbows on the bar, Charlie leaned in closer and said, "When you're ready, we've got a private room saved just for the two of you."

Lily's eyes widened. Was he really suggesting that she go through with it?

"Oh, I wasn't--"

"Hey, listen," Charlie interrupted, and he was speaking directly to Harper now, "This girl is a little shy, but trust me, she's not boring. She's the furthest thing from boring." He had directed that last key word at Lily, leaving no doubt about his intention.

"You two have a lot of fun, alright? And let me know if there's anything else you need."

"Huh, okay..." Harper replied, a little weirded out by the creepy bartender getting so close and personal. "You know that guy?" he said to Lily as he pulled her in tighter.

"Uh, yeah, a little bit," Lily said without looking at him. She was too busy watching her boyfriend move back to the sink and pretending to wash glasses as if he really worked there. "I'm friends with the owner," she remembered him saying, and suddenly it all made sense. He was still watching her, and so was the burly man with the red hat.

"So about that private..." Harper said very close to her ear while at the same time pulling down on her outfit. The fabric stretched a little, and Lily's left nipple popped out over the top, the right one following soon after that. Immediately she grabbed the top and started pulling it back up to cover herself, with her face full of uncertainty, and her eyes still focused on Charlie.

"Hey, don't hide them, they're beautiful," Harper said, moving her hands away and pulling the garment down so that both of her perky little breasts were now showing. Mortified, Lily saw her man wink at her from behind the little sink, and when Harper pulled the straps of her outfit down her shoulders, her boyfriend had so much lust in his eyes and satisfaction in his grin that there was no doubt left in her mind.

Harper's erection was poking one of her butt cheeks and when he made her get on top of it she felt her underwear getting swallowed between her labia, and her juices flowing all around it. Why had she been resisting anyway? Her whole reason for being there was to be looked at, lusted after, and maybe touched too. She was supposed to be a stripper, an easy girl, a plaything for strangers. If Charlie wanted this to happen just as much as Harper did, and so did she, then she would embody the role of "Luscious Lily" and become that fantasy.

After coming to terms with that powerful realization, the "Love, Rosie" star finally allowed herself to relax and feel Harper's erection pressing on her, his heart beating frantically on her back and his warm breath on the back of her neck. Very quickly she went from being stiff and self-conscious, to feeling completely comfortable while sitting topless on another man's lap. She kept looking at Charlie as Harper slid one hand over her tit, and she let out a faint little moan when he pinched the nipple, and rolled it between his thumb and finger.

"You're so beautiful," the blonde man said, now using both hands to fondle the brunette's modest chest. Lily squirmed on his erection as he began kissing down her neck and, realizing there were a bunch of other people watching her be fondled now, she could only imagine how hard Charlie was behind that sink, knowing perfectly well how sensitive here tits were, and how much she adored having them massaged and teased just like the blonde stranger was doing.

"So... what do you say?" Harper insisted once more as his lips brought goosebumps to the girl's right shoulder, and his fingers clenched and pushed her two small breasts together.

Lily was breathing hard, and her panties had become soaked with her juices to the point where she could now feel the wetness on her running down her thighs. "Just-- wait a little longer," she said, reaching back and pulling his head in deeper, and fighting her own need to take him to the private room. She wanted, no, she needed Charlie, and everyone else there, to keep on watching just a little longer. "Fuck, your skin is... so soft, like porcelain," he continued, helplessly enthralled with everything about her. "Hmmm, yeah? You like it?" Lily moaned. Those sweet words added another level to her state of arousal, making her feel like there was something very intimate about what they were doing, even in front of so many people.

More and more patrons had noticed the stripper getting her tits fondled in the corner. Some of them had even turned their chairs away from the stage to focus their attention on Lily and her handsy john. Knowing she had all of their attention again sent her confidence levels through the roof. She had everything she needed now. The wardrobe, the setting, the co-star, and the audience; it was time to really put on a show

"Tell me how much you want me," she suddenly blurted out before throwing her head back on to his shoulder. "I want you, I fucking want you so bad," Harper panted while she lifted her hips a little and then brought them down again, making sure to get his bulging erection right on her sweet, warm spot. Lily put her feet on the foot rests of the stool and her hands on his knees before pressing herself down, and she started grinding her pussy on him, feeling his hard cock rub on her lips and pushing the fabric of her undersized panties further in. Out of the corner of her eye, she could still see the man with the red hat watching, not taking his eyes off her even for a second, and Charlie right next to him, bent over the sink, having abandoned all pretenses about working there and solely focused on watching her surrender herself to a horny stranger while surrounded by dozens more.

Harper had Lily's pink nipples twisting right and left like volume knobs on a stereo, and the petite stripper could not keep herself from moaning out loud as her ass cheeks and labia gobbled up her underwear, sending delicious shivers of pleasure all over her body with each stroke. Her eyes were shut tight, she was fully concentrated on the grind. "I'm so wet, oh my God you're making me so wet," she moaned in Harper's ear while her midsection kept working strenuously so that her pussy drew circles on the blonde man's hard-on. 

Charlie could not believe what he was seeing, and neither could most of the patrons. It was one thing to have a girl sit on your lap, and maybe pinch her ass or grab a little bit of boob every now and then, but to have a full on dry-humping, tit-massaging session in full view was completely unheard of. There were loud cheers going on, and the voluptuous stripper on stage had stopped dancing due to the fact that most people there had turned away to watch the new girl going wild by the bar. Even some of the waitresses stopped to watch, exchanging puzzled glances with each other, wondering why the boss was letting this type of dodgy thing continue. This new girl had already broken the law by going full naked on stage, and now this? It was the type of thing that could get them fined or shut down.

But of course, Lily shared none of those concerns. She was completely caught in the moment, letting Harper's hands run all over her body as she twisted, wriggled and pushed herself on him. With a hand firmly grasping her left tit, and the other stubbornly trying to sneak in between the girl's tightly pressed thighs, the blonde man had lost all decorum, consumed by the thought of fucking Lily's tight, delicious body. "I need to have you," he kept desperately panting in her ear, "How much, just tell me how much, I'll pay anything."

'How... much...?' Floating in a cloud of lust, her mind barely registered what he was offering money for. "Just touch me... feel me..." she said, and finally, surrendering completely to her own burning desire, she opened her legs and welcomed his palm on her crotch.

"Fuuuuuck!" She heard him moan as soon as he made contact with her hot, sopping wet pussy. She gasped loudly when his fingers curled and pushed the crotch of her panties to the limit, trying to get inside of her no matter what.

"Hey, hey, you can't do that here!" one of the waitresses finally called out, taking it upon herself to save her job, and that of every other employee there. But Harper was already too far gone and before she had even finished yelling, his left arm had tensed around Lily's tight stomach, and the rest of him had turned stiff. Lily heard him groaning on her neck and felt a pulse on her butt. There was a warm sensation on her bare ass cheeks, and then he sighed with relief as his whole body relaxed under her.

Some of the onlookers began to laugh and the angry waitress covered her face with her hand and shook her head in disbelief, but Harper was enjoying the last remnants of his orgasm too much to care. Realizing what had just happened, Lily felt her face turning red as she slowly got off and pulled her top up again. Some of the patrons were clapping in jest, and the waitress kept looking at her disapprovingly while she pulled the little panties out of her ass crack and readjusted the front part, now completely soaked in pussy juice, to cover her labia.

She turned to look at Harper, who now had a giant wet spot on the front of his pants, and looked like he was melting over the chair. "I fucking... love you..." he said in a blissful daze. She thought that was sweet, and kissed him on the cheek before walking away.

Her immediate impulse had been to run away, but she was still so wet and so energized, she was just realizing that she had no idea where to go and was now walking aimlessly. Her heart was pounding and she was shaking so much she was afraid of falling with each unsure step. Then she stopped, and saw that a few men were whispering to each other as they looked towards her. Suddenly she could not resist smiling back, and that burning need to be the center of attention began to overwhelm her.

"Hey, over here!"

Her boyfriend was calling for her from behind the bar so she steadied herself and went to him. Charlie grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the door that led to the small kitchen. As soon as it closed behind them, Lily started rambling over the sound of plates and glasses being washed and stacked behind them, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't what came over me, I wasn't trying to--"

"Hey, hey, calm down. I'm not angry," he reassured her as he lovingly stroked her bare arm.

"What--? You're not? You don't think I took it too far?" 

"Are you kidding? That was so hot!"

"I... it was?" the surprised girl asked. She was still trembling, but her boyfriend's thrilled demeanor was slowly making her feel less scared.

"You really impressed me up there."

"I did?"

"Yeah, I did not expect you to be so... I don't know, into it."

Lily opened her mouth and the words began to burst out of her in rapid succession with such energy and excitement that her boyfriend could barely understand them. "BABY, I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IT WAS LIKE I WAS POSSESSED OR SOMETHING AND EVERYONE WAS LOOKING AT ME AND I FELT SO SEXY AND MY BODY WAS MOVING ON ITS OWN AND THEN I COULDN'T FIND YOU AND I HAD TO WEAR THIS THING AND I HATED IT AT FIRST BUT THEN I THOUGHT IT WAS KINDA HOT AND HE STARTED TALKING TO ME AND TOUCHING ME AND I COULDN'T SAY NO AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA BE MAD BUT THEN I WAS GOING FOR IT AND HE CAME IN HIS PANTS AND--"

He ended her rant abruptly by grabbing her by the shoulders and putting his mouth on hers. Lily responded immediately and in less than an instant her tongue was all over Charlie's and it was the hottest kiss they had ever shared.

"IT'S LIKE I'M POSSESSED OR SOMETHING," she continued saying as soon as the kiss broke, still overflowing with energy, "OH GOD AM I HAVING A PANIC ATTACK RIGHT NOW?!"

Charlie laughed a little. "Heh, I don't think so, babe. You're just really horny."

Lily looked at him with deep consternation in her eyes, "How do you know?!"

"Because you just stripped for a crowd of strangers and then dry-humped one of them to completion. Aaaaaand, you're playing with my balls right now and I don't think you've realized it yet."

Lily was looking down at her hand⁠—wrapped around her boyfriend's crotch⁠—like it belonged to someone else when the same waitress that had scolded her earlier came through the door with a tray full of empty bottles.

"Hey, I told you to stop that! You can't be fucking around with clients like this. Take that shit to the privates."

Lily’s hand jumped back like it was on a hot burner. "Sorry!" she replied frightenedly.

Highly amused by his girlfriend's exalted reactions to seemingly everything around her, Charlie smiled and looked deep into her amazing hazel eyes. "So how do you feel?"

"I feel..." Lily's mouth stayed open and her fuzzy eyebrows frowned as she paused for a moment, but then all of her face was swept over by an expression of pure joy, "I feel so alive! I never imagined I'd be capable of doing anything like that. But I did, and it felt so incredible!"

"So what do you wanna do now?"

"What do you mean? I thought we were leaving."

"If that's what you want. But that private booth is still there..."

Puzzled, she frowned again, "B-but... he already--", she saw the smirk on his lips and stopped, and then she smiled again, having figured it out. 

"I don't know... should I?"

"The night is young, babe. And it looks to me like you want to."

"I... what is happening to me?" she laughed, and her tiny fist playfully hit him on the chest. "You're turning me into a floozy!" Charlie took her hand and kissed it like a gentleman.

"That waitress is pretty pissed at me though."

"Yeah, because you're not supposed to do all of that stuff out there. That's what the booths are for."

"But baby, I'm scared to do anything like that without you. This is supposed to be for both of us, if I'm in there by myself... it's going to feel...wrong."

"Hey, listen," Charlie said, tenderly holding her chin to keep her focused on him, "I can't go in there with you, but I'll be close the whole time. If anything happens, if at any moment you don't feel comfortable, all you have to do is call my name. 'Cause I will never let anything bad happen to you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah," she said with a little smile, her eyes full of excitement and determination.

"Good. Now go do your thing, Luscious Lily, and I wanna hear every single detail after you're done."

"I love you."

"I love you too. Now go break a leg."

Lily stood on her tiptoes to kiss him again. She turned to leave, but stopped at the door.

"Hey, baby..."

"Yeah?"

She was blushing again as she turned and said, "How-- how far do you think I should... you know, take it? ...Oh God, it feels so weird to be asking my boyfriend this!"

"Boyfriend?" Charlie said with a smug grin, "Luscious Lily doesn't have a boyfriend."

The actress smiled to herself as she turned for the door. She grabbed the door handle and paused to collect herself. "Aaaand action!" she whispered as she stepped back out there, where her audience awaited.

---

Luscious Lily walked out with a wicked grin on her face, swaying her hips sexily and flaunting her cute, half-covered bubble butt as she made her way through the rows of tables full of guys checking her out and calling for her to join them. Lily smiled at them, and making use of the years she'd spent on runways as a teenager, she added a little something extra to the arch of her back and the movement of her hips as she passed them by. It was nice to have them all looking at her, but she was going straight for the one guy whose attention she craved the most.

Owning her role as a slutty stripper, she confidently walked straight up to the guy with the red trucker hat, still hunched over in the same chair as before, and used her sultriest voice. "Hey, handsome. Want a private dance?" she said, one hand resting on her hip, the other running sensually down her thigh.

Very calmly, the imposing man ogled her tight body up and down, and something about his posture and presence immediately disarmed her. He then took a sip of beer, saying nothing. Lily felt put to the test by the man's unexpectedly cold reaction. She was giving him the chance that every other guy there wanted, and all he could do was stare in silence and drink? No, Luscious Lily would not stand for that! She took another step, and now standing almost on top of him, pulled her panties up, and her swollen cunt lips pressed against the tight fabric, presenting him a camel toe view of her sweet, juicy pussy, just inches away from his face. The man's eyes lit up in excitement and Lily smiled, knowing she had him. 

"Follow me," she said, having regained her confidence. She led him by the hand, sashaying her hips and flaunting her ass for him, and everyone else, as he followed closely. When they had almost reached the entrance to the private booths, she looked back and noticed Charlie talking to a fat guy she'd never seen before, while still keeping a close eye on her. One of her eyebrows raised with curiosity, but she had more pressing matters to attend. She blew a quick kiss in their direction, and the bearded man's hand casually rested on her bottom as she took him inside.

As soon as they had gone through the red velvet drapes that separated the private section from the main area, they were addressed by another security guy. "Remember, only touch if given permission. No photos or recording of any kind, and everything stays here." Speaking for the first time, the bearded man simply replied, "Sure." His voice was even deeper and raspier than she had been expecting. 

There were giggles and whispers coming from behind one of the closed curtains as the security guy showed them to their assigned booth. "Enjoy yourselves," he simply said, excusing himself immediately after. Lily looked around and, distracted by the tacky, diamond-shaped white patterns on the black walls and the musky smell of the black velvet carpet, she momentarily forgot about the role she was playing. There was nothing there but a small, golden leather couch and a big mirror on the east wall but, despite the ugly decoration, the tiny room was surprisingly intimate.The music wasn't as loud there, and that also helped matters. 'This isn't so bad', she thought. 'Luscious Lily can work with this.'

The furniture creaked dangerously under the big, burly man when he sat down. His massive frame took over most of the space that was meant for two regular bodies, and the first thing he did after getting comfortable was try to put her on his lap, but she managed to gracefully slip from his grasp. "Don't you wanna see me dance?" she asked, posing sexily with her hands on her hips to accentuate the modest curves on her tight little frame. She was trembling with excitement and she hoped he hadn't noticed; this was her first time doing something naughty without Charlie present and she wanted to do it right. 

Expressionless, the man leaned back, and she began to dance very delicately, just gently swaying her hips from side to side while her hands traveled up and down her sides. She still felt incredibly nervous, but he seemed to be enjoying it, so she continued dancing and trying to put on a show for him, even though her fingertips were shaking as they slid across her tummy, and the same went for the hand she was running up her bare arm on the way to softly caress her breasts. 

"Turn around," he said impatiently. His voice was grave and thunderous, and it rattled her to the core. Still going for the type of response that a seasoned stripper might say, she replied. "S--sure, handsome," and began to turn slowly on her six-inch heels so he could stare at her plump little ass.

Unbeknownst to her, her boyfriend watched attentively from behind the two-way mirror alongside "Big Jerry", the owner of the club, an obese man a few years older that Charlie had met during his partying days in college, as notorious for having made a fortune by pimping out his strippers as for his insatiable coke habit.

"So where did you find such a tight piece of ass?" Big Jerry asked, tugging at the collar of his sweat-stained satin shirt. You would never know it by the tacky clothes he wore, but Big Jerry had built a small empire of bars and strip clubs across Nevada, each one with a little secret room like this, specifically designed so that he, and any of his acquaintances, could watch and hear everything that went down in the special private booth.

"She's my girlfriend," Charlie replied proudly while Lily swung her hips from side to side for the bearded stranger's viewing pleasure.

"Is she now?" Big Jerry laughed, fascinated by the girl's pale skin, gleaming under the bright lights as she slowly opened her legs and bent over at the waist. She was giving the client a great view of her ass and pussy, but from the opposite side, Charlie and Jerry were getting a full view of her tiny little tits almost popping out of the lacy cups of her corset. "Does she know we're watching?"

"No," Charlie said, a smirk drawn on his lips as he watched how much Lily was enjoying herself. He saw her bend a little more and smile while she played with the waistband of her panties.

"You sly devil!" Jerry cackled, his double chin shaking repulsively. "How sweet is that pussy? ...If you don't mind me asking."

"You have no idea."

"Hmm, I'd love to find out sometime."

Charlie turned to look at Big Jerry, his face was all greasy and sweaty and he was tugging at his crotch, getting more and more aroused by watching his beautiful girlfriend.

"She's not there yet, but maybe some other time, when she's ready."

"How long you've been grooming her?"

"I wouldn't call it grooming, it's more like I'm... helping her try new things."

"Heh, then let me know when she's ready to try new dicks."

Charlie chuckled. "She's cute, right?"

"She's more than cute, it's hard to believe you convinced her to do this."

"She convinced herself, I just gave her a little nudge in the right direction."

"It's always the cute ones that end up being the biggest whores."

"Amen."

Meanwhile, Lily was completely absorbed in playing the stripper role to the best of her ability. Her customer's eyes, deep and opaque, yet fiery with lust, grew with hunger as she walked in small circles in front of him, pulling on the edges of her g-string, alternating from one side to the other with every step. Suddenly, she stopped to face him. Charlie's dick strained in his pants watching the slight jiggle of her ass cheeks as she tugged on her underwear and presented the bearded man with a delicious view of her crotch. She noticed him swallow with anticipation, his mouth watering as he watched her slowly sway from side to side, captivated by the pale allure of her firm and smooth thighs, and the small piece of fabric that cupped her pussy.

"Come here," he said, squeezing the big sausage growing between his legs. His voice was rough, gravelly, with a slight southern twang to it.

"Nuh-uh, no touching," she said playfully, letting one hand casually slide inside her panties to tease herself with a finger, and him with the view. 

"I'll pay extra." 

At any other point in her life, a stranger offering money for her body would've been extremely offensive, but this wasn't her real life and, in the booth, that kind of proposal was the ultimate compliment. She raised a finger to her temple, pretending to be thinking about his request. "Okay, you can touch..." she then said, raising her right leg and letting her foot land on the couch cushion, right in between his thick legs, "but only what I allow you to." Her heart was beating so fast as she took his big, meaty hand in hers and set it on her bare thigh. She had seen a stripper do that in a movie once, and it had aroused her at the time, but getting to live the experience in real life was a thousand times more thrilling.


The trucker began to carefully caress her thigh, like he was afraid of damaging such a delicate thing, but as Lily began to sigh loudly, unable to hold back her own arousal, his fingers became less cautious and soon he was squeezing the soft flesh, groping and testing every last inch of the precious, milky white leg he was being offered.

"So what's your name, handsome?" Lily asked, trying not to lose control, even as she felt her wetness growing.

"Call me Red," he simply said, moving his hand up, testing how close he could get to her pussy before she stopped him. But she didn't, and when his knuckle made contact with her crotch he felt her shiver.

"No, no, not yet," she told him, stopping his hand just as it was turning to cup her pussy. "I'm supposed to put on a show for you!" With that, the actress-turned-stripper moved her leg further to the side and pulled her underwear aside until her pink lips, slick with arousal, were completely exposed.

The heavy man groaned, leaning forward to examine her closer, and Lily shivered as she felt his hot breath on her sensitive skin, wondering why this man had fascinated her so much. Deep in her mind she knew the reason, it was because he looked nothing like Charlie, or any of the men she usually liked to date. He looked like a man who had seen the rougher side of the world and come out with a few scars, a man who worked with his hands and knew how to handle himself in a fight. A man who had probably done some illegal stuff and hung around with some shady characters. In short, a man who Luscious Lily would be attracted to. 'How silly,' she thought, realizing she had been inadvertently developing her character's backstory the whole time; it was the only way she knew how to really get into a role. Luscious Lily was a rich girl too, but she had rebelled against her overbearing parents and gone off on her own. 'Yes, Red would be the type that Luscious Lily would go for.'

"Like what you see?" she teased, her index and middle fingers moving on their own to slowly spread her pussy lips nice and wide, so that her wet pink hole was in full view of her amazed client. It was an incredible moment. 'Oh God, if Charlie could see me now!'

Charlie's cock could not have been any harder. When the hidden mics picked up Lily's client asking, "How much?" he almost started jerking off right then and there.

"This is about to get interesting," Big Jerry said with a grin, but he was quickly shushed by Charlie. He wasn't about to miss what his dear sweetheart had to say in return.

"H--how..." 

"To fuck you. How much?"  Red blurted out, his face so close to her opening that he would've been able to taste her if he stuck out his tongue. "Oh..." she said, covering her pussy with the tiny g-string again after taking her foot off the couch. There was a moment of silence. It had not been a casual offer, Red's voice was full of an earnest need that was not there before. It reminded her of Harper's pleads to fuck her back at the bar. There was need in hers too when she replied, "Sorry, I... I have a boyfriend."

"Aww, isn't that nice," Jerry chimed in again, patting Charlie on the shoulder while the cute brunette stepped over the trucker's leg and flaunted her slim body right above him. "Your slutty princess really loves you."

Charlie smiled proudly and he was about to say something back when they heard Lily yelp. Red had pulled her on top of him. "Hey! You can't do that!" they heard her say, but her tone was playful and she wasn't trying to get off either. Red's hands were so big and her waist so small that his fingertips almost touched when he held on to her.

"I don't care," he said, lowering one imposing hand to squeeze her butt, the thick middle finger landing right in between her ass cheeks as he brought her close to his chest. Lily thought of Charlie for a second, unsure if she was letting it go too far, but there was so little fight left in her after everything she'd been through that night. 'It's okay, Lily, this isn't any worse than what he saw you doing with Harper, and he was cool with that,' she said to herself while spreading her thighs to straddle him properly.

"Oh my, you're so hairy..." she told him as she playfully tugged at the collar of Red's navy blue t-shirt. The thick, black patch of chest hair was turning her on so much. Charlie was mostly hairless in that area, almost like a woman, and the contrast was exciting. Without even thinking about it, she began to rub her crotch on him, feeling his thick sausage squirm between her legs as she swayed back and forth, his huge cock twitching like a wild animal under her, and loving the way he guided her little body to pleasure him better.

"Take this off so I can fuck you," the trucker insisted, and his left hand went for the strap on her shoulder. Lily still resisted despite her own burning need, but she could feel her willpower slowly getting away from her. She took his hand and lowered it to her ass. "I can't, I'm sorry," she said, biting her lip to keep herself from moaning while continuing to bump and grind a slow dance right on his hard-on. It felt huge, even through his clothes, and every second that passed without her saying yes was like a tiny, delicious torture. 

Red let out a quick grunt as he grabbed the back of her head and made her turn her head to the side so he could kiss her neck. His beard pricked her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure all over her anatomy. 'Oh God forgive me, I want him, I want him to fuck me right now!' she screamed in her mind while his lips travelled from her smooth neck and down to her collarbone. 

"Just let me taste them," he said, pulling down her top until her little tits popped out, all pale and perky and irresistible, like two vanilla cupcakes. "Your boyfriend won't know."

His face was so close to her flat chest now, and when she failed to give an answer, he took it as a green light to continue. Her tiny breasts looked even smaller as his big, calloused hands began massaging them. "Oh... God..." she feebly whispered. After all the things she'd done that night, her body was desperate for a way to release all that pent up energy, and when he started sucking on her tits, she began to grind herself harder on him, getting more and more horny with every stroke. His mouth wrapped around her left nipple and there it was, that rough beard again, brushing up against the soft flesh of her breast, stimulating and provoking. 'Oh God, this is really happening!' she screamed in her head, her breath quickening and blood rushing to her loins as the nipple stiffened under his surprisingly expert tonguing, compelling her to push the shame and the guilt out of her mind and surrender completely. ‘It's not really cheating if he just kisses them a little bit, Charlie would understand.' 

"I want you, I wanna fuck you so bad," Red stopped to say in between his tongue hungrily running along from one nipple to the other, and occasionally biting into it just a little bit.

"I can't..." Lily replied, relishing the way his beard tickled her chest, and it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself. The hairy man was making her so horny that she stopped biting her lip, openly moaning in his ear instead. At one point he glanced up at her, his mouth still wrapped around her nipple. When Lily's eyes met his, he was smiling, and when she saw him snake his tongue out and flick her nipple, a powerful shiver went through her and all of her skin became covered in goosebumps. "I really wanna fuck you," he said once more, and then he made her gasp by squeezing her ass cheek to an almost painful degree.

Lily smiled and said, "I know," grinding her pussy harder on him and finding the exact angle so that his hard on rubbed up exactly on her clit. Red saw her losing control and took the opportunity to reach into his back pocket and pull out his wallet. "Here, there's more than 500 there in cash, plus the credit cards, you can have it all, I don't give a fuck, just let me fuck you." 

She froze, and nothing was said for a few seconds. Lily looked at the wallet in his hand and then back at its owner. He had dropped the stoic facade and in his pleading eyes she could see that he had lost control, that he was willing to give up everything he had just to own her, if only for a few fleeting moments. And to her surprise, his offer was strangely flattering. Just as it had been happening with every other wild fantasy she had said yes to during that road trip, she found it far more alluring than she would've ever expected. Of course she did not need his money, but maybe Luscious Lily did, maybe Luscious Lily was running out of cash after running away from her rich Daddy and whoring herself in a strip club was the easiest way to solve that. 'Yeah, Luscious Lily would go for it.'

Finally, she broke her silence. "Take it out," she said, and she almost couldn't believe those words had come out of her mouth. Charlie's jaw dropped to the floor. He also could not believe he had just heard her say that. "Hey, Frankie, come here, this shit is getting good!" he heard Big Jerry shout to one of his guys. "Good ol' Red is about to fuck Charlie's girl."

Red's huge penis now stood up turgidly before Lily. Shaking with anticipation, her soft hand descended slowly to wrap around the thick, hairy shaft. The man's cock throbbed under her touch, and she felt like she was watching someone else's hand stroking it. 'It's not really cheating if I just touch it,' she thought, trying to justify how much she was enjoying feeling that meaty sausage in her grasp. The amateur stripper's right hand moved slowly up and down Red's cock while her left reached between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. "Do you think I'm pretty, Red?" she asked sultrily, spreading her lips again to show off the glorious pink of her snatch.

Sitting between her spread legs, peering straight at her wet, opened pussy, he said, "Prettiest cunt I've ever seen," and then she felt his hand cradling her labia. His fingers felt warm, so did his hot breath on her neck. Now he was rubbing her clit, and she could feel herself melting in his hand. She looked down and saw that her wetness was all over his fingers. "Feel me..." she said very quietly, taking his middle finger and leading it straight inside. Her head rolled back and her hips twirled slowly to the deep thrum of the music as his fingertip began to disappear between her lips. "Oh... yeah..." she said softly as he pushed inside. His finger felt beefy inside her tight cunt and she felt her walls gripping it as the pleasure began to build; she could not stop thinking of how amazing it would be if she could only feel his cock inside too.

'No, no, just the fingers, it's not cheating if he just puts his fingers in me.'  He quickened his pace and so did she, both of their gazes fixed on Lily's pale little pussy as they continued to pleasure each other. Her client's grunts kept her hand moving stronger, quicker, more firmly, while he in turn pushed his finger in deeper and deeper, and she couldn't stop staring at Red's hairy finger going in and out of her, because she still could not believe that she was letting another man do that to her.

The mutual masturbation session was getting too hot in more ways than one. Lily could feel the sweat running down her back and the smell of her sex was everywhere now; her body was burning with lust. She pulled the bodystocking further down until it was bundled up just under her navel, then her hand continued sliding down her thighs until her middle finger found the little nub atop her labia. Her clit was engorged, full of blood and ripe for picking, and upon applying the slightest pressure there, her entire world lit up. Her little hand kept moving up and down his shaft as she pulled it closer to press the head on the swollen, reddened nub. "Oh fuck! Oh my God!" she moaned, frantically rubbing herself with it, licking her lips at the sight of the pre-cum oozing from the tip while Red’s fingers got out of the way to let her work her magic. She put the tip on her clit again, making sure to smear the gooey droplet right on it, and as her will power continued to erode she found herself sliding the head up and down her slit, working her hips and grinding on it until it was nice and slick with her sex juices, then teasing Red and herself by putting it right up against her wet hole, fighting her own need to guide it into her cunt.

Suddenly, Red grabbed her tiny waist and lifted her with ease. It turned her on so much to see his dick glistening with her juices as he laid her down on the couch and slowly maneuvered to get on top of her without crushing her slim frame under him. The couch creaked and strained like it was whining. Red was like a big, powerful bear towering over her, and he was looking down on her delectable, sweat-covered body like a predator does before going in for the kill. Lily's head was spinning and she hadn't stopped playing with herself. She saw him grab his cock and line the tip up against her slit. 'Oh God, he's going to fuck me!' she realized, but she could not fight herself any longer. From the moment she had stepped on to the stage she had been taking it all in, the looks, the sounds, the smells, the expressions, the sensations, the lights, the shame, the excitement, the guilt, the surprise, without letting any of it out, to the point where she could not restrain herself any longer; now it was time to take Red in too.

It teased her skin, the head pushing against her lips. She felt her hips shifting, angling up towards his cock, inviting it in, almost involuntarily, ...almost. 'No! Don't let this happen!' an inner voice shouted from deep down, but it was faint and unconvincing. He was toying with her entrance, looking down at it, almost entranced by the sight. She watched with her mouth slightly open, her body betraying her and asking for it as the need within grew. Another, louder voice was screaming inside her head, ‘Yes! Give it to me! I want it now!’. Then the thick head began to part those reddened lips, and when he looked up at her she could not bring herself to deny him.

He slid it in, only a couple of inches before her little hand stopped him. His eyes went from her entrance to her face, and she could see his disappointment, expecting her to back out of the deal, to tell him to stop because she loved her boyfriend too much. 

"Please... go slow," she whimpered, surrendering completely,  “You’re a lot bigger than my boyfriend.” 

Big Jerry's fat face had the biggest grin on it. "What was her name again?" he said to Charlie, who could not believe his eyes and could not seem to form any words either.

"Li--Lily."

"Congratulations, buddy, your sweet Lily just graduated from curious slut to full blown whore."

"Oh... oh... oh..." His petite girlfriend cried, spreading her legs wide to accommodate her client's bulky frame as that large, thick cock penetrated her. She bit into Red's shoulder as it began stretching her like nothing else ever had. It was much bigger than Charlie's, bigger than the banana Charlie had used on her too. 'It's in... oh God it's in!'  But even the pain felt just right, and her whole body seemed to throb as he buried his massive cock all the way in, testing the limits of her cunt until it hit her cervix, causing her to scream out loud like a woman possessed. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Red started to move inside and Lily whimpered "It's... so... big..." on his shoulder, completely frozen, afraid to move even an inch, lest that giant meat-spear inside of her split her in two. But she still had enough presence to face away as he tried to kiss her. In her mind, as long as they didn't kiss, there was no true intimacy, even if his cock was inside of her. 'It's not really cheating if Charlie said it was okay, it's not cheating, I'm just doing what he wants, I'm just--' With a sudden movement, Red pulled out, and Lily felt her muscles sharply contract against the thin air as her pussy ached to be filled again. 

"You okay? I don't wanna hurt you or nothin' "

Drenched in sweat, both hers and his, Lily was panting, almost writhing on the couch, with a look of distress on her angelic face, yet her thighs were still spread wide open and her cunt was all sloppy and wet. The blood in her head seemed like it was boiling as she struggled to find the words. "Yes... D--don't stop," she panted.

Red smiled a little bit. "Sure you can take it?" he asked, sliding his cock up and down the dripping, swollen lips. Charlie's image flashed before Lily's eyes for a second, but then all she could see was Red standing there looking down at her, and his cock, glossy with moisture. It looked so vulgar, that big fat cock pointing at her entrance, ready to fill her and make her scream. She had to say the words.

"Fuck me, handsome. Get your money's worth." There it was. Luscious Lily had spoken and taken over. And if that wasn't crossing the line, then her taking his cock and shoving it back inside sure was. 

“Whoa! Did I just hear that right?!” Big Jerry laughed, “You sure this girl wasn’t turning tricks before you met her?”

“Yeah, pretty sure” Charlie replied with a huge smile.

“How can you be sure?”

“Because… she’s Phil Collins’ daughter.”

Red began to push inside and Lily strained down so she could see it, visual confirmation of another man making her his for the price of a few hundred dollars. "OOHH, YES!" she cried out, stiffening as she felt him plunge inside. He slid in all the way, then pulled back out and rammed straight back inside. "AHHH!" Her pussy clamped down on his thick shaft as it probed her insides, and his body slumped across hers as he reached under her body and gripped one butt cheek with his left hand while resting his weight on the couch's arm right above her head with the other. He made a gravely noise and anchored himself with one foot on the floor as he began to hammer away. Lily screamed as that beefy pole pistoned her loins, pleasure and pain becoming unrecognizable from each other while her wet, craving pussy became more and more accustomed to the invader's width with each thrust.

"Yes! YES! YEEEEESSS!!!" Lily screamed as Charlie and company watched her small frame rattle and disappear under the trucker's tremendous size. He chuckled to himself when the last vestige of her shame kept her from reciprocating another of Red's attempts to kiss her. Instead, she grabbed his head, wrapping both arms around it and pulling it against her neck as he fucked her harder still. 

The rough beard rubbing against the skin of her neck, the stale smell of beer and cigarettes on him, all of it somehow made her more turned on and willing. Red pulled all the way back and Lily gasped for air when his cock came out. A shrill yell coming from behind the curtain interrupted them just as he was about to shove himself back inside.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING IN THERE?"

"HEY, HEY, YOU CAN'T GO IN THERE!"

"Oh my God!" Lily squealed, trying to get out from under her client even as he tried to put it in again. "Someone's coming!"

Realizing the fun was over, the big man grabbed her hand and brought it to his cock. "I'm close, I'm so close!" he exclaimed while he made Lily stroke him, her little hand becoming a blur up and down Red's sausage, her eyes torn keeping one eye on his meat and the other on the booth's curtain.

The voices outside kept arguing.

"THE FUCK I CAN'T, I'M NOT LOSING MY JOB 'CAUSE OF THIS SHIT"

"JERRY SAID IT WAS COOL THOUGH."

"FUCK JERRY, JERRY DOESN'T HAVE TO SUPPORT 3 KIDS WITH TIPS!"

Red gasped as the voices got closer and louder. His cock erupted suddenly and a thick shot of jizz hit Lily's nose and splashed across her lips. She winced and let go of it to cover her face before the second spurt hit right between her breasts with such pressure that little droplets flew everywhere around her.

"UUUNGHH!!!" Red groaned, his arms shaking so much that for a brief moment, Lily felt scared that he was going to fall and crush her, but he managed to keep himself above her while his twitching cock spat the last streams of semen all over her ripped abs. 

"Goddamn!" Red said as he shook his dick and squeezed the last drops out with his thumb. The people outside had stopped screaming and Lily was still in shock, watching the cum pool inside her little navel when suddenly someone stormed inside the booth. 

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, GIRL? THIS AIN'T A WHOREHOUSE!"

Lily recognized her the instant Red maneuvered to get off the couch. It was the same waitress who had been scolding her earlier. The entire room seemed different now that she was standing there, sternly judging her as she fixed her panties and pulled her top up to cover her shame. Lily opened her mouth to say sorry, but the waitress's fury was too loud and all-encompassing.

"AND YOU, RED, YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T BE FUCKING PROSTITUTES IN HERE. YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER."

He looked like he was about to say something, but in the end he chose not to.

 "GO HOME TO YOUR FUCKING WIFE!"

'Wife?!' the voice in Lily's head said, just now realizing that she hadn't even considered that possibility. Red grumbled under his breath and grabbed his wallet while Lily stood awkwardly in the corner like her mommy had just scolded her. Just as he was about to leave, the waitress stopped him. "Nuh-uh, you better pay the girl first".

"Oh!" Lily said when the trucker tried to give her a handful of green bills. "No, it's okay, I don't--"

"Just take the money, dumbass!"

Lily looked at the waitress giving the order, she was so furious that the veins in her forehead seemed ready to explode, and she scared her enough to take the money.

"Now get the fuck out of here, Red!"

The big, burly trucker left with his tail between his legs. When the waitress looked at Lily again, she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. That tiny woman had turned Red into a sulking schoolboy, and now all of that wrath was about to be unleashed on her.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing, girl? We don't have a license for this!"

"I'm sorry, I--"

"No, I don't want to hear it!" She said, looking down at Lily's chest and stomach, where Red's smeared cum was easily visible through the mesh-like fabric of her outfit. "Christ, you're a fucking mess. Wait here." Lily watched her walk out of the booth and come back a few seconds later with a bathrobe and a brown bag for her. "Here, put this on. And this is all the money you left on the stage." Her tone was not as aggressive now, although she was obviously still very angry. She waited with her arms crossed over her chest like an exasperated teacher while Lily awkwardly put the robe on, saying, "Listen, I know you're newbie and all but you can't be fucking clients willy-nilly. Prostitution is legal in Nevada, but only in licensed establishments. I suggest you get hired at one of those before you try anything like this again."

Lily stared at her blankly. Even after everything else, the woman's sermon about legal prostitution seemed like the most bizarre thing that had happened to Lily that night and she no longer had the energy to argue or explain her peculiar situation. 

"Are you listening to me? I'm trying to help you here!"

"Uh, yeah," she said, shaking her head as she snapped out of her thoughts. "Yes, thank you."

"Now get the fuck out before you get us shut down.”

Lily nodded before looking at the bag of money. She threw the Red’s money in there too and gave it to the waitress. “You can take this, I don’t need it.”

“What the fuck you mean you don’t need it?”

“Just-- take it. I’m sorry about today,” she said before scuffing out of the booth. She heard the waitress shout “And wipe the cum off your face for fuck’s sake!” as she passed the security guard, averting her eyes from the drunken assholes shouting things at her on the way to the club entrance. It was only until she stepped on the sharp gravel outside that she realized she was barefoot. 

Meanwhile, in Big Jerry’s secret room, he and Charlie were saying goodbye. “Shit, man, that nosy bitch Marissa had to ruin the fun for us. But listen here, Charlie, anything you need while you’re in Nevada, anything at all, you just let me know, okay? No questions. All I ask is that you bring her back sometime so we can have fun together. I haven’t seen a girl that cute in a long time, and I’ve got all kinds of toys I’d like to try on her.”

“Thanks, Jerry, I will.”

They shook hands, and on his way out, Charlie heard his friend cackling, “Phil Collins’ daughter! Un-fucking-believable!”

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The parking lot was full of cars but devoid of people. Lily had no idea what time it was, but the night was chilly, and as she stood there, cold and alone under the buzzing neon sign, everything she had done in there seemed like a bizarre wet dream.

"Hey, I was hoping to catch you before you left!"

Startled, Lily recognized Harper's checkered t-shirt coming from around the right corner.

"Oh, hi..."

"Harper."

"Y-yeah, I remember."

"What are you doing out here alone? You need a ride or something?  'Cause me and my friends would be happy to--"

"No, no, it's okay, I'm just waiting for my, uh ...friend."

"Oh, well, I just wanted to say that I uh, I had a great time tonight and I hope I didn't get you in trouble or anything like that."

"Uh... no, that was-- It was actually sweet how you guys helped me out up there. Thank you."

"HURRY THE FUCK UP, BRO, WE'RE LEAVING!" 

"Alright, alright, just give me a second here!" Harper shouted back to the car full of drunk frat guys honking at him. "Anyway, I gotta go but I'd love it if we could see each other again."

"Oh, um... I don't really--"

"Not as a business thing, I didn't mean it like that! I'm just saying we could like, hang out or go get a drink or something, you know? Like, just as like regular people. I wouldn't pay, is what I'm saying-- I mean I would pay but for like, the drinks or anything like that, not for uh, well, you."

Lily was about to say no, but something about him made her change her mind. She thought about it for a second, then smiled at him. "Okay, give me your phone." The joyful look on his face as she saved her number on his phone made her feel all giddy inside, a sharp contrast with the extreme lewdness of that night. She welcomed the feeling, and when she gave the phone back the dried up stain on his crotch made her chuckle to herself.

"Awesome. So I'll text you tomorrow then."

"Yeah, okay."

Harper wished her a good night before he had to run to catch his friend's car as it exited the lot. She was still smiling when Charlie came up from behind and surprised her.

"Hey, I've been looking for you everywhere."

"Oh, sorry, I just... needed some fresh air."

"So?"

"What?"

"How did it go in there?" Charlie asked, fully committed to the bit.

"Oh, yeah, it was fun. I uh... I had fun."

"Mmm, I can't wait to hear all about it. Come on, I'll carry you to the car."

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To Be Continued…