TAILS OF THE PUSSYCAT LOUNGE by R. Richard Page B

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    The three amateurs are in the ladies dressing room when I arrive.   They're all beauty queen types.   The stuff they're wearing is top of the line and they're obviously not hurting for cash.   I can see three trophy wives out for an evening of serious sexual fun.
    The amateurs want to know exactly how the routine goes for The Pussycat Lounge girls.
    I tell them, “You'll go out on the stage and dance nude.   You'll shake it good for the customers, you'll jiggle for the customers and you'll manage to show the inside of your pussy at least once per set.   If you get a signal from the Stage Manager or the Bartender, you take a customer into a back room and fuck or suck him.   You'll fuck or suck any customer who'll pay your price.”   I do tell them that the one out is that they don't have to fuck a customer with a really giant cock, if they think they can't handle it.
    The ringleader [as it later turns out] tells me that they already know the rules.
    I point out to them that, while they have to fuck or suck any customer who comes up with the price, they're protected by a large, strong brown man called Taffy.   Taffy knows what goes on in the rooms because he has closed circuit TV monitors to watch the action.   If a customer gets out of hand, Taffy will throw him out.   I point out that out of hand means physically.   Some of the customers use very nasty language.   However, if the language doesn't threaten the girl physically, it's OK.
    The ladies don't flinch at the news that not only will they be fucking customers, they'll have an audience.   What's more, they don't seem concerned about verbal abuse.
    Little blondie then pipes up that she hopes I'm not talking about her regarding the giant penis rule.   She informs the room that she can take any size cock and better in black.   Then she tells me that, “We girls will fuck anyone who pays our price.”   However, she then tells me, “Well, except that the husbands of we amateur girls won't be allowed to 'have sex' with any amateur girl.”
    Apparently my confusion shows in my face.
    The ring leader then tells me that they have worked out a deal with The Pussycat Lounge management.   She's a tallish lady with a pretty face and incredibly clear white skin and dark hair.   The next lady has brown hair and also an incredibly pretty face.   The last lady is a very petite blonde with a loud mouth and, apparently a very big pussy.
    It appears to me that some whores get into the profession because of financial desperation or threats by their husband/boyfriend.   Others seem to be born for the task.
    Nocturne is scheduled as the first dancer of the night.   The Stage Manager tells me that the plan is, if the customers see me first, they won't mind so bad if one of the amateurs fucks up.
    I can see problems with the amateurs and their husbands here to stir things up.   However, I can only do the best I can and hope to get fucked early and often, before any trouble.   I get warmed up when the Stage Manager signals me.   When the show starts, I dance out onto the stage and give it my best for a fairly small crowd.   I shake my ass and my tits.   I show them my pussy and the crowd gets into the spirit.   I get the usual nasty catcalls and one red neck even tells me that, “I shore would lahk ta eat that fulla’ ahce cream!”   Normally I give back as good as I get, however this time I barely manage to keep dancing without bursting into laughter.
    As I finish my set, the Stage Manager gives me the high sign for a back room fuck.   As I walk past him he whispers, “Amateur husband.”
    I beat the customer to the back room.   He has paid for the works.   I'll suck him up hard and then fuck his brains out with my nylons on.   I try to figure why a husband would let his wife dance nude and fuck other guys for free while he pays top dollar to fuck a working girl.   I don't come up with an answer.
    I only wait a short time and the guy walks