Our private dancer our private slut

This story takes place in Munich Germany, at an

establishment called the Pink Pussy~. This location; a

“very private” club that caters to a special clientele.

Socially and sexually sophisticated jet-setters visit

this private club whenever they might be in town. There

are other places like the Pink Pussy~ around the world,

but none quite as entertaining as this particular one.

Gretchen is a Private Dancer. She’s had many

experiences in her young life, but the one she des-

cribes here, is one of her favorites. Gretchen was born

in Eastern Germany in a small hamlet called Hetzobaden,

and grew up in the authoritarian society there. So when

the Berlin wall fell, she was one of the first people

to leave. She gravitated to Berlin, and became an

exotic dancer because of her outstanding looks. Soon

she found that she had more money than she’d ever

thought possible. She was a ‘very’ talented dancer, and

in great demand.

After a year or so of dancing in clubs around

Berlin, Gretchen got the opportunity to make really big

money in one of the private sex clubs in Munich. And

today she is a private dancer at the best one. Her act

is fascinating to watch. . . I think I’ll let her tell

the story now.

-=*=- -=*=- -=*=-

I met Kristen and Kathy last year at the Pink

Pussy~ sex club. I had been working there for almost 6

months at the time, and I remember seeing them walk

into the bar area and sit down to have a drink or

conversation. It was unusual to see women on their own

at a place like the Pink Pussy~. It usually meant they

were gay. But this couple didn’t look that way to me,

and believe me I can usually tell.

I was in the middle of my act on stage when they

came in and couldn’t see them that well, but the thing

that struck me was that they seemed too young to be

there, and the one with almost white blonde hair had a

magnetism for me, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her,

well not until Kurt jammed his big wennie into my

mouth that is.

At that point I lost track of the two girls. I

had only been on stage for about 20 minutes and we were

about to start the really wilds stuff. The act was very

popular with the customers, and I had a lot to do. I

had to concentrate because it’s not easy taking some-

thing that big all the way to the hilt. Kurt began to

thrust his big dick into my mouth, and I went into my

act – I let him push me back onto the floor of the

stage, and he began to penetrate me mouth as deeply as

he would any other woman’s vagina.

Believe me when I say it, taking a mans erect

penis all the way to the hilt, into ones throat, takes

a certain talent. Most women can not do this, no matter

how hard they try. The gag reflex is a very hard thing

to circumvent. But this was part of our act.

So Kurt was pumping himself in and out of my

throat, and I was massaging his big heavy balls. The

act required us to look as though we were people from

the audience who went up on stage to have sex in front

of the crowd. Many of the audience would follow us as

the evening wore on. But we were some of the first to

do it.

I always like exhibiting myself to a crowd. I am

proud of my body, and work hard to keep it just right.

(I have enclosed my picture with this story. It’s the

one that Kristen and Kathy saw displayed inside the

private lobby, that is behind the regular night-club.

They show all of our pictures so the people won’t be

upset if they notice that we are not really just one of

the crowd. You’ll like my picture, it’s my favorite

one.)

As Kurt started to get excited, and I can always

tell when that happens, he began to pump my throat

harder, then as planed, at the last moment he pulled

out and sprayed me with a healthy load of his sperm. My

thing is to try and catch it in my mouth as he kneels

at my side and jerks his wanger wildly about. It’s al-

ways very messy, and the audience loves it, they were

already on their feet cheering us on.

Kurt’s such a good boy, I really can’t imagine

too many men who would be able to come two or three

times a night in front of a crowd of people. I think if

I were a man, I’d get so blasé about sex, that I’d have

a hard time ejaculating. Well maybe not, because I do

get to orgasm many times on stage, and I’ve been doing

this for a while.

As Kurt finished his masturbation show, and low-

ered his beautiful firm body onto mine, rubbing his

sperm between our bodies, I was able to look out into

the audience again. Of course I was pretending to be

totally over-come with passion, as Kurt lowered his big

penis down between my legs. As he held his still hard

shaft at my pussy-lips – I rolled my eyes and grunted

as he thrust into me, falling heavily on top of me.

While he was thrusting into me, I was able to look at

the audience, and could see the two girls again.

They had moved to a table toward the front. (The

management always gives the attractive women ring-side

tables, go figure.) And the young blonde was watching

us intently. Her friend looked like she was much more

experienced, and wasn’t watching as closely, she looked

like she was sizing up the men in the room.

Kurt finally went into his orgasm act, and I

with him. He started to pound into me, and I wrapped my

legs around his bottom and started to meet his thrusts.

I was really starting to enjoy his cock thrusts, he

could be a real machine after his first orgasm of the

night. He started to grunt loudly, pretending to come

in me, and I knew he was going to call it quits before

I got myself off, so I grabbed him and rolled on top.

There was no way he was going to leave me in one of

those needy places I thought.

I started to ride Kurt as if he were one of

those mechanical bulls you see in some of those fake

western night clubs. I was really enjoying myself now.

As I rode Kurt’s cock I looked down at the girl and

could see she was right there with me. She was holding

here breath, and you could tell that nothing else was

penetrating her consciousness, it was as if I was per-

forming for her alone.

She looked so sexy, looking up at me with that

innocent lust in her eyes, I felt myself getting so

excited that an orgasm began to rise up within my body,

almost without my knowing it. As I came on Kurt’s big

dick, as my body shook in it’s mindless orgasmic state,

I looked into the young girls eyes, and we connected.

She was there with me, it was wonderful.

Of course Kurt being the consummate professional

came right along with me, and our show reached a sexual

height that most couples just dream about. We finally

collapsed into a sweating, sticky heap, breathing like

a couple of blacksmith bellows. Finally I stood up and

so did Kurt, and we gave our signature smiles to every-

one as we pranced off the stage to the side exit.

“Well, that was wonderful, Kurt, thank you. You

always surprise me with your technique, just when I

think I’ll have to pretend, you get me horny.”

Kurt smiled, and in his Bavarian accent said,

“Gretchen, your just too hot to pretend, that’s why I

like to perform with you. You’re always my first

choice. . . Well off to the showers, we’ve got two

hours before we’re on again.” And with that he walked

naked down the hall with his magnificent wanger swaying

in front of him.

-=*=-

You might think with all the sex we get that

we’d become blasé about it, but you’d be wrong. Sure,

as far as being naked around people, you get used to

that, but having sex in front of people is always a

turn-on. Suddenly remembering my little blonde, I

hurried to my dressing room and took a quick shower.

The time between shows was our own. We could kick back

and relax, or we can go out into the crowd, and maybe

do a little private dancing.

Private dancing is were the huge money was. A

talented girl, or guy for that matter, can make a lot

in one night. I once got a 10 grand fee for only about

20 minutes work, but that’s unusual, though I keep my

eyes pealed for those rich Arabs now.

But really, my normal take every night is around

2 to 3 thousand, not counting the money I get from the

club. That’s taxable, the rest isn’t. At any rate it

will serve to tell you my state of mind when I tell you

that I wasn’t thinking about private dancing at that

moment. I was thinking about that little blonde out in

the audience.

As I finished my shower and douche, I looked

around for something appropriate to ware. I picked out

a french T, which is nothing more that a silk dress,

that could have been the normal girls T-shirt. But as

I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but

think that most women would be scared stiff to ware

something as revealing as this in public. It showed

every curve, and plain of my body. I think it even

shows the little goose bumps around my aureoles through

the material. After admiring my body for a moment

longer, I bounced enthusiastically out the door and

into the main room, to see my new potential playmates.

I wasn’t sure if they had stayed, but was hope-

ful. I kept remembering that look in the younger girls

eyes. And yes! There they were. I could see them talk-

ing and giggling about something. For just a second, I

wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t know if they would

welcome my intrusion, but I really wanted to meet them,

especially the blonde girl, she intrigued me so. I

bucked up my courage, and walked over to their table,

ignoring all the usual offers from the customers.

“Hello, my name is Gretchen, can I sit with you

for a moment?” They both looked up at me. The older one

just smiled, but the younger girl looked startled, and

it appeared to me that she shivered in fear. . . but

maybe it was my imagination.

“Why of course, we loved your show. . . we were

just talking about you.” The older girl said. She was

an American, I thought they might be. For some reason

Americans stick out in Europe, I guess Europeans pro-

bably do the same there. The older girl continued, “My

name is Kathy, and this is Kristen. I can’t tell you

how sexy you looked up there.”

“Thank you, coming from such a good looking mem-

ber of our gender, I consider that an important comple-

ment. Have you been here before?”

“No, we’re in Germany for the International fig-

ure skating competitions in Nuremberg, and had a few

days on our own, and well, I’ve heard of this place,

and just had to visit while we had the chance.” Kathy

rushed her words together in excitement.

“And you, what do you think of the night?” I

looked closely at the other girl, and was still as in-

trigued as the first time I had seen her. She looked so

innocent, but I could tell there was some kind of kin-

dred spirit lurking behind those big blue eyes. I con-

tinued to sit there looking at her, as the silence

stretched out between us, then finally, she started, as

if she’d been shocked by electricity, and her beautiful

young face began to flush a very inviting pink.

“I. . . I . . .I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare

at you, it’s just that I. . . I don’t really know what

you said. I was so caught up in you, that I wasn’t

hearing anything. I’m really very sorry, please forgive

me. . .”

“My lovely little friend, I forgive you anything

please do not be sorry, I have also enjoyed looking at

you. I smiled at her, hoping that things would go as I

had planed them. But I hadn’t known that they were

American’s before, I would have if I’d given it any

consideration, and we all know how prudish American’s

are, But I felt I still might make a new friend if I

put a little effort into it.

By now there was another couple on the stage.

These were amateurs, but I had to admit they looked

pretty good undressed. “Kristen, you didn’t answer me,

are you enjoying yourself this evening?”

“Oh yes, I didn’t think I would, but Kathy talk-

ed me into coming, and I can’t begin to tell you what a

sexy thing this place is.” She said this with such en-

thusiasm, it charmed me to the heart.

“What did you think of Kurt and I on stage?”

“I have never been as turned-on in my life. I

never thought that sex could be so, so, sexy before.

You almost made me want to join in.” Kristen giggled

nervously as she said the last sentence. That was my

queue – what a lovely girl to offer me such a chance.

“Kristen, Kathy, would you like to perform for

the audience?” I looked at both girls, and I thought

that they truly would make excellent performers. I

think that maybe it was their Ice skating that made

their bodies so shapely, I could tell that they would

look good, but would they do it?

Kristen said, “Oh no, I could never do that,

honest, I’d die of embarrassment. You do it Kathy, you

would be wonderful.”

“Kristen is a virgin, that’s why she’s being so

shy. But I have to agree, I wasn’t thinking about per-

forming or anything like that, I just wanted to see

some hot sex stuff.” Kathy looked a little nervous, but

I noticed a glint in her eyes.

“A pretty girl like you? still a virgin? It’s

hard for me to believe this, how old are you Kristen?”

“I was 18 last February, and I guess I’m weird,

but between school and trying to be a professional

skater I haven’t had a lot of time for dating, and boys

and things. . . and I don’t need to be ridiculed about

it.” Kristen shot a withering glance at her friend.

“I didn’t mean to do that Kristen, honest I did-

n’t. I just thought there was some kind of connection

between us, and thought you would like to perform. It

could be just you and me. . . and Kathy too, if she

would. . .? You know you won’t be here that long, and

this might be your only chance to do it. Many women do

it here, just once, it is an unusual chance to let one-

self go, just once in a life time. You might find that

it is as wonderful, as it looked. And I don’t just ask

anyone you know.”

“I don’t want to get pregnant or take the chance

of having it happen. I admit that the whole thing ex-

cites me, but there are diseases and the pregnancy

thing, it’s just out of the question.” Kristen said

this with the cutest firmness in her voice, it made me

smile.

“Sweety, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

Just so you know, the professionals who perform her

make as much as $600,000 a year, and wouldn’t want to

get pregnant, or contract some kind of decease. Kurt

has had a vasectomy, and couldn’t make his own mother

pregnant. But I was thinking about just us girls. Come

on Kristen, give it some thought. I can see us up there

I know the crowd would go wild to see you.” I noticed

that Kathy seemed to be thinking about what I had just

said.

I remembered my first time. I wasn’t a virgin or

anything, but it was a great thrill. To get up in front

of 50 people and have sex with someone makes the heart

pound like nothing else. I still remember that first

time, I just let it happen to me. I just responded to

his touch, and let him do anything he wanted to me. I

think I had more orgasms that night than I ever had be-

fore or since. It was like every nerve ending in my

body was on fire. I said, “Kristen, you will never have

better sex than with me, I guarantee it to you. You

don’t have to do anything – let me take you through it.

And Kathy, I know you would love it, please what do you

say. Our show will be starting within the hour, and I’d

just love to include you two.”

Kathy looked a little glazed eyed, but said,

“Sure why not. I think I really wanted to do it all the

time, come on Kristen lets do it, it’ll be fun, and you

don’t have to do anything you don’t want to up there.

I’ve seen you in the shower at practice, and I can tell

you that you have nothing to be embarrassed about. This

is a once in a life time experience, and if we don’t do

it, we’ll always wonder whet it would have been like.”

“Kathy! I can’t believe you said that! Kristen

said with shock in her voice.

I could tell that Kristen usually went along

with her friend if pressure was applied, and I really

wanted to have sex with this girl. So I pushed just a

little more, “Kristen, this will be a fling for you In

a few days you’ll be going home to America, where there

is nothing like this. It’s perfectly safe, with profes-

sionals, and believe me when I say it will be a memory

that will stay with you for the rest of your life.”

In the morning I cast my net into the sea. I dragged up from the dark abyss

things of strange aspect and strange beauty – some shone like a smile, some

glistened like tears, and some were flushed like cheeks of a bride.