SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - Ch. 21, The Guys and Blaze Midnight (Patreon)

SAM HANGS OUT WITH LEROY, PART TWO OF TWO

SAM POV

Honestly, I was just glad to get the fuck out of Leroy’s place. It had started off well, and I actually felt positive about talking it

SAM

Honestly, I was just glad to get the fuck out of Leroy’s place. It had started off well, and I actually felt positive about talking it out with him, more relaxed, less disturbed.

But then we’d started watching the video and it had gotten weird. It had been the first time I’d seen it since we’d played last week, and maybe that had been a mistake. Kayley and I should have made a point of watching it together. We’d made other videos together, and it had always been wild to watch and fuck while watching. But we’d shied away from this one.

Maybe if I’d watched, I might have been more inoculated against it.

As it was? Fuck, it turned out to be a freaky experience. Incredibly hot and humiliating at once.

On the one hand, it was incredibly hot. It turns out that actually having another live person holding the camera or phone without distractions brought a whole new dimension of intensity that we’d never captured trying to hold the phone on each other, or having it propped up somewhere.

This was the hottest video Kayley had ever made.

I just wasn’t in it.

Another guy, Leroy, had been doing her. That was exciting, weird, disorienting. I’d seen or listened to Leroy fuck Kayley several times now, and it always threw me. Especially with the way his cock was bigger and harder, the way he fucked her better than I did, and the way she enjoyed it so much more. But now, it was particularly disorienting, almost pulverizing.

I had been there, watching, filming, literally being directed. My witnessing had been demanded. So there was a weird deja vu, I was watching, seeing things, I’d already watched and seen, but now there was a peculiar second perspective. I was seeing it differently, from the video angle and zooms, from seeing it on the big screen, to just seeing it. The first time, I’d been focused, not just on the sex, but on recording it. Now I was watching it raw, nothing to do but watch it.

But mainly, as I watched, it was Kayley and she was incredibly hot. Her personality, her sexuality, her sexual energy blazed off the screen, and I just watched. I could forget, somewhat, that it was Leroy there, even forget I’d been there recording. She’d move, her body would tremble, there’d be an expression on her face, or even a sigh, a moan or a few words and nothing else would matter. It was all her, it was all about her. And it was glorious.

Even though I’d been there, watching the video afterwards showed me these amazing new aspects of her. It was a sensual masterpiece.

Except for the dialogue. Thankfully, Leroy had talked through most of it. Looking back, it felt like he’d made a point of talking over it while we watched, as if to distract me from it. I was grateful for that. It felt deliberate, like he was protecting me, and if it was... I was really grateful. It’s one of those things that showed what a genuinely good guy he was deep down, beneath the surface bullshit.

Because that dialogue was fucking hard to take, a constant slurry of insults and humiliation.

And it had got weirder after that. Getting our penises out to masturbate while watching. Letting Leroy jerk me off. What he’d said near the end... Had he said it? Had I imagined it?

Leroy picked up on how unsettled I was.

So now we were in a strip club right up at the stage, watching a naked blonde woman, with big fake breasts and fishnet stockings, twirl around a pole. Leroy sat next to me and put a rum and coke on the shelf in front of me.

“I figured you might want something stronger,” he told me over the blare of Eminem. Strippers liked that old stuff. “You seemed a little rattled. You okay, bud?”

“Yeah,” I said, “thanks.”

I picked it up.

“See what I mean though,” he said. “About how she was into it?”

I shrugged. Yeah, that was pretty inescapable. Watching it had given a whole new dimension to her participation, particularly her dialogue.

Leroy stared at me rather than the stripper.

“Are you okay, bud?” He asked again.

“Yeah.”

He stared, not satisfied with the answer.

“When we jerked each other off,” he said finally. “That’s bugging you?”

I glanced quickly at him, and then away.

“Yeah.”

He laughed, turning to watch the stripper. He reached into his wallet for some bills, waving them. The blonde stripper noticed and squatted in front of us, her pussy on display. She bent forward, waggling her breasts.

“Oh that’s nothing,” he said. “Fuck, you remember high school. Back in the locker room or the showers, boys would jerk each other off. I remember once, out in the woods with my best friend, he’d found one of his Dad’s old porno magazines, and we jerked each other off to it.”

He stuck a couple of bills in the stripper’s stocking.

“We all did that,” he concluded. “It felt better having someone else do it, than to do it ourselves. Just part of growing up. Getting comfortable with our bodies.”

“I didn’t,” I said. “I heard about it though. That kind of thing.”

He was right, it was a common enough experience in puberty. But we weren’t kids. Leroy laughed at that, and clapped me on the shoulder.

“Then I’m glad to have helped you regain an essential growing experience,” he told me. “Although I noticed you weren’t really holding up your end.”

He paused, and handed me some bills.

“Feed her a couple,” he told me. “She’s giving us a show.”

“I’m okay,” I said.

He shrugged, held up a bill and twirled. Obediently, the stripper turned around, presenting her bare ass, and went to her knees, bending forward so that her elbows were on stage. Her platform spiked heels dangled off the edge and she twerked slowly.

I noticed that she had four small gold rings in her pussy lips, two on each side.

“It’s okay, Sam,” he told me. “You’re not gay, trust me. We were watching a porno of a girl we both fucked hard, together and separate. It’s a pretty fucking natural thing.”

Something about the way he said it, almost made it sound like she was property, an object we fucked or claimed rights to. While I was trying to process that, he slipped bills into the stripper’s stockings on both sides.

“You know, Dude," he told me. "I love you guys, both of you. But Sam, you’re wound a little tight. You know that? You’re a little repressed. You need to loosen up a bit.”

“I guess,” I shrugged, watching.

Her pussy was so different from Kayley’s, the pubes fatter, the lips thinner. Her thighs were thick and sensual. I wanted to touch her, to feel that fat ass. Maybe that was the point of stuffing bills into stockings and garters, the chance to physically touch. I wondered what her skin would feel like. I wanted her waving her pussy right in my face, not next to me.

“I got some bills for you,” Leroy said as if he was reading my mind. “You want to feed her a few?

“No thanks,” I said quickly.

“Wound tight man,” he said. “But that’s okay, there’s a fuck of a lot worse things to be than wound up a little tight. Don’t worry, we’ll loosen you up.”

“What about what you said?” I asked.

“What?”

About letting me suck your cock, I thought.

“About sucking your cock.”

He looked at me, surprised. “I didn’t say anything like that.”

Then he laughed. “Oh right, on the video, to Kayley. Yeah, she’s got lips made for cock. Natural born blow job artist. What about it?”

Jesus Christ, I thought. Had I gotten confused? Imagined it? Had the chaotic sensation triggered some weird impulse in me to the point I’d crossed my wires, and thought he’d invited me too...

Had I been the one thinking it?

“Nothing,” I said quickly. “There was a lot of verbal, it was all intense. That just stood out. Can I borrow a couple of bills?”

The stripper moved over towards me, her pussy now in my face, her platform shoes on either side of my rum and coke. Her body was fleshier than Kayley’s, more mature. How long had she been doing this? How did she feel about it? There was no arousal in her, I could tell that. It was all performance. Who was she? I wished she was facing the other way, just so I could see her expression, get a sense of her personality.

Awkwardly I reached up, holding her hip with one hand, as she twerked, making it look like her vagina was winking at me. My eyes tracked the movement of the gold rings in her labia, as I pulled at her stocking and slid the bill in. Her skin was soft and smooth. I repeated the process on the other side, slipping a second bill into her stocking.

Satisfied, as if sensing there were no more bills to be harvested from us, she crawled to the other side of the stage.

“I’ve never done that before,” I admitted.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. It had been sexy, but also anti-sexy, performance rather than arousal on both sides. I’d always thought that whole thing, slipping bills into a dancer’s garter or g-string was weird and a little... a lot creepy. Talk about demeaning. But maybe it was Leroy’s influence, or the rum and cokes, it had been kind of fun. Never do it again. But a life experience.

“Well,” Leroy said cheerfully, “this is a day for firsts.”

He held up his beer in a toast. I mimicked the gesture and we clinked glass. I swallowed, feeling the warmth of alcohol through me as I drank, taking the edge off finally.

“You’ve been having a lot of firsts lately,” Leroy said. “That’s a good thing. After all, why should it be only Kayley who has all the fun.”

“I guess,” I said. “Although I wasn’t particularly thrilled about these firsts. Putting a bill into a tired strippers G-string or jerking off with another guy, that didn’t seem to really be bucket list material. Not the sort of stuff you’d brag about, or even admit to.

“Sam,” Leroy said, his voice was strained and hushed, his expression sober. He was intently watching the stripper make her way around the edge of the stage, carefully not looking towards me. “Can I tell you something? Something I’ve never really told anyone?”

He glanced over at me, and gave a nervous smile that was so very unlike him. His gaze swiveled back to fix on the stripper.

I studied her. Crawling on all fours, her fake breasts hung and I could see the notches in the underside of them near her ribs, as if they’d been riveted on. If you looked right behind the ears, you could see traces of the platinum dye job. She smiled and grinned at her customers allowing them to put more bills in her stocking, moving casually and languorously, exuding sensuality. But beneath it all was an awareness and calculation.

“Thing is,” Leroy said softly, “when I’m around other men, it always feels like a competition. Like they’re out to get me, and I need to come out on top. It’s crazy, it’s counter productive, it fucks me up all the time. But I can’t help it. This stupid ‘compete/overcome’ urge kicks in and I end up playing idiot game. One-upsmanship bullshit, like an asshole. I’ve lost friends that way, people I valued. I did damage. I fucked up my life.”

“It’s hard to let it go,” he said. “I mean, I know it’s a bad thing, and I try. But it’s hard. You know what I mean. I don’t want to do it, sometimes, I know its toxic, but I can’t help it. I feel trapped sometimes.”

I nodded.

“But with you,” he said. “I feel really comfortable. More comfortable than I’ve ever been around other men.

“You and I,” he said, “all the bullshit that separates men, that keeps us apart from each other. It’s like not there. It’s not just that we have Kayley between us. It’s you. I really like you, Sam. I like you a lot. I know what I’m like, this asshole instinct, I’m trying really hard not to fuck up.”

“Thanks,” I said, a little embarrassed.

“It’s not a gay thing,” he assured me. “It’s a comfort thing. What we have, my brother, it’s special.”

The last song ended.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Gentlemen especially,” the stripper DJ announced. “Give it up for Gloria Mansfield, the blonde bombshell. Jayne’s got nothing on her.”

I guessed Jayne was the previous stripper?

Gloria stood up and took a bow, an oddly formal little curtsey, collected her blanket and walked off the state. We clapped politely.

“I don’t know what to say,” I told Leroy.

“Sorry about the hand job thing,” he said. “I mean, we lived different lives right. When I was growing up, we were all experimenting. Giving each other handjobs, that was common. It wasn’t a gay thing as long as we were thinking of chicks or looking.”

“I really overstepped though, it’s not part of your growing up. I don’t know... it just seemed to me you were struggling, and I wanted to help.”

“Well...” I said, “it definitely helped. And it’s a common experience.”

Leroy nodded.

“I kind of feel awkward now,” he said. “I overcompensated. Instead of one upping, I went too far the other way. I feel... Vulnerable. Are cool? I want us to be cool.”

“We’re cool,” I said, and patted him on the shoulder.

“Hey guys!” I jumped. A woman, with short jet black hair and flashing dark eyes, poked her head between the two of us. “I’m loving this male bonding thing you’ve got going on. May I join you?”

We both turned, she was almost unnaturally slender, a pink panther body, wrapped in a wide mesh fishnet body stocking, covered only by a tiny sequined bikini, so small and so bright, she could never wear it at the beach. She wore shiny black boots, that laced all the way up to her calves, with outrageous platforms and extreme heels.

“Of course,” Leroy said. He made some space and she sat between us, demurely crossing her legs, showing off her boots

Leroy looked her up and down.

“How do you even walk in those things?” he asked.

She grinned and laughed, kicking one leg. “Ten inches,” she said. “They’re the tallest shoes in here. You wouldn’t believe how much they cost me.”

She extended a hand.

“I’m Blaze. Blaze Midnight,” she said.

I shook it, vaguely astonished.

“Sam,” I replied.

She turned.

“It’s a stripper name,” Leroy told me, like I was an idiot.

“It’s my real name,” Blaze corrected. “Originally, my name was Bohdana Charkessky, I had it legally changed.”

She grinned at us. Leroy and I looked at each other.

“Blaze Midnight has a lot more style,” I said. I thought for a moment. “Charkessky... Russian?”

“Ukrainian,” she said. “I’m from a long line of pig farmers. Originally we’re descended from the Scythians. They’re my inspiration.”

“They inspired the legend of the Amazons.”

She grinned at me, she had a large wide mouth, lots of teeth, but thin lips with dark lipstick. It was almost a Cheshire Kat effect.

“I think they’d approve of my name,” she said. “I’m very Goth.”

“I know some Goth music. I listen to Lacuna Coil,” I said. “Birthday Massacre. Well, my wife does actually, she’s the big fan of Goth music.”

“I love them,” she laughed with genuine delight.

“My friend, Leroy, is a musician,” I said. “Used to be with a band called Glory.”

She nodded, smiling. “Sounds cool. You know, I love bisexual men.”

“We’re not bisexual,” I said quickly.

“Nope,” Leroy said. “We’re just friends.”

Her expression flickered, and I read a momentary ‘Oh shit!’ flash, as if she knew she’d stepped into something. An instant later, the smile was back, wider than ever.

“Oops, my mistake!” she said.

“No worries,” Leroy waved. “Buy you a drink? We were going to have another round.”

“Wouldn’t turn it down,” she said. She waved at one of the waitresses, holding up two fingers, the woman nodded. Leroy waved, “Another round, same as last.”

“Vodka on the rocks. She knows my drink,” Blaze confided.

Blaze stretched, panther-like, arching her back, reaching straight up with her arms, lacing her fingers and crossing her knuckles.

“So what’s the deal with you guys?” she asked. “I don’t want to screw up again.”

“Friends,” I said.

“Friends?” she eyed us speculatively, she didn’t believe that was all there was to it, but she didn’t press. She shrugged.

“Okay, whatever,” she said. “Here’s the deal guys. I’m saving up for real tits. So can I interest either of you in a lap dance? Both of you? Single or together? I’m very flexible. How about it?”

“How much?” Leroy asked.

“Basic lap dance,” she replied. “Twenty for a song. G-string stays on. No touching. VIP? Thirty. Completely private. Full nude.”

Leroy nodded. She looked at me.

“I don’t think so,” I said. “We’re just here for a drink.”

“Oh come on, Sam,” Leroy said.

“You guys go,” I told him. “I’ll stay here.”

Blaze kept looking at me and slid her hand on my thigh.

“No?” she asked. “Come on. Live a little. I’ll tell you a secret, I enjoy my work.”

“I suppose it beats pig farming,” Leroy joked. Her expression flickered darkly. I winced sympathetically. She noticed and that just seemed to make her more eager to have me.

“I’m into it,” she coaxed. “I’ll do you better than anyone else here. Come on, this place is dead. I’ll never get real tits at this rate.”

Her hand slid up my thigh, all the way to my crotch. Suddenly, I was hard, as she cupped me.

“You know you want to,” she whispered mischievously. I shook my head, apologetically. I couldn’t understand why she was focusing on me. Leroy had already said yes.

“I’ll pay for it, Sam,” Leroy said. “It’s all on me. Let me do this for you.”

I grinned nervously, I really didn’t want this. For fuck sake, I was married. “I don’t know...”

“How about this,” she said. “The two of you together. Couples VIP - Forty a song, I’ll do full nude, you can bring your drinks. We’ll talk. We’ll party. We’ll whatever. We’ll have some fun.”

“Sounds good,” Leroy said. “We’re in.”

She fixed me with her grin, and massaged my crotch. I had no idea strippers were so aggressive.

“Come on, Sam,” Blaze wheedled. “You don’t feel like it, you don’t have to do anything. I can do Leroy, you can watch. If you change your mind...”

“All right,” I said finally surrendering. “I give in. Lead the way.”

The waitress came by with her Vodka, and my Rum and Coke, and we grabbed our drinks as she lead us to the back. I had to admit, Blaze had an amazing ass. In her funk boots, she towered over both me and Leroy, but she remained slender as a reed and moved with supple feline grace.

There are some people who are just good at movement. She would be amazing to watch on stage, I thought. I didn’t even need to see her take off her clothes. I would just love to watch her dance.

“So,” Leroy asked. “Do you do extra?”

“We don’t discuss that out here,” she cautioned.

At the back, we were met with a large bouncer.

“You have to give him your credit card to hold,” Blaze explained. “He’ll do a five hundred dollar hold, but you only get charged for time and tips.”

All those words were in English, I decided, but I had no idea what any of it meant. Leroy seemed okay with everything, though. Blaze lead us to a small room with red lighting and an overstuffed oversized love seat.

“You guys sit there,” she said. “There’s plenty of space, if you’re feeling ...homophobic.”

Casually pulled off her sequined bikini, and sat on a padded footstool across from us. The fishnet and boots stayed on. She had small firm breasts, almost like apples, but huge brown nipples.

“We wait for the song to end,” she explained. “You guys do this a lot?”

“Now and then,” Leroy said.

“Never.”

Blaze looked at me.

“Virgin?” she said. “You’re in for a treat.”

“Nice nipples,” Leroy asked. “Big. Are they sensitive.”

“Sensitive enough,” she replied, I got the feeling she didn’t want to talk about it.

“Do you do a lot of... couples?” I asked. It felt awkward describing myself and Leroy as a couple. Obviously, we weren’t. “Two guys, or a man and a woman.”

“Three guys, a few times,” she replied. “Once two women, that was... interesting. Some. I like it, it’s interesting. Different. The dynamic is always interesting.”

She paused. “My favorites are bisexual guys. That’s hottest. Once I had these two guys... they put on the show for me. I love bi-men. They’re into me, I’m into them, they’re into each other... Sorry, by the way.”

“No probl–” I began.

“Song is ending,” she lifted her head, as if perking her ears up, as the last few notes sounded.

Then the new song, something by Prince, Raspberry Beret. God, it felt like I was listening to a classical music station. Was their entire playlist from before we were born?

She slid to her knees, her arms waving slowly in the air. “It’s time,” she intoned, “for the... Midnight Express!”

With that, she bent forward suddenly, her forehead dipping to the space between us. Blaze’s hands fell on our chests, just below our throats. As her head lifted, her fingers spread widely, and she slowly dragged her hands down your chests, towards her pants, and then over, until she had our erections under her palms.

“Hmmm,” she said, looking at her hand on Leroy’s crotch. “We got some Big Daddy Pimp Cock here! I’d better be careful with this firehose, or Blaze will get very wet.”

Then she turned towards me, folding her legs under her, and resting her chin on my knee. She looked up mischievously.

“What do we have here?” she asked, stroking my crotch, teasing the erection. “Why it’s a little piggy! This little piggy stayed home. But what’s it saying?”

She walked two fingers up the length of my crotch and then stiffened a finger, teasing the head of my cock with her fingernail. “It’s saying let me out, let me out, Sam!” Blaze made a sad face. “The big bad wolf wants a Midnight snack! Let me out, or she’ll huff and she’ll puff, and she’ll blow this house down!”

She stared directly into my eyes.

“No?” She sighed, and swung over onto her back, between Leroy’s thighs.

“No pork for Blaze,” she said sadly. “How about some big dick bonfire? Ready to set Blaze to that wood?”

She stared working herself up backwards, wiggling and shuddering up Leroy’s crotch, until her ass was grinding on him, and his hands were wrapping around her, cupping her breasts. She moaned, and reached between her legs, fingering her clit, it was extremely large. She caught me looking and grinned.

She rode, Leroy like a pony, for a moment or two, grinding into him and then turned around and straddled him, pressing his face between her small breasts. She guided his mouth to one of her nipples, and held one of his hands to her other breast. He reached around and cupped her ass.

“That’s it, suck it, Big Daddy. Suck on Baby Girl’s nipples, get her all hot and bothered.”

Then she slid sideways, sinuously, wrapping, one leg up around Leroy’s neck, the other foot on the arm of the seat so that her pussy was split wide open, rising towards his face. Her head was nestled between my legs, her hair pressing against my erection, as she watched Leroy’s face. She glanced up at me, our eyes met, and she winked.

Then just before her pussy met Leroy’s face, she turned again, rolling over, her ass thrusting up.

“Is Blaze a bad girl?” she asked, in some little girl voice. “Did I make Big Daddy hard! I think I need a spanking!”

Leroy didn’t need encouragement. His hand came down hard on her ass with a loud smack.

“Again!”

Smack!

“Again harder!”

Smack!

“HARDER!”

SMACK!

“Ouch!” she said. “That’s enough.”

She rolled over again, twisting around on the both of us, until she was rising up.

“You okay, cutey?” she whispered to me. “I’m not crowding you?”

“Oh it’s fine,” I said. She nodded, and then as if we hadn’t spoken at all, she went back to grinding on top of Leroy.

“So Let’s talk extras,” Leroy whispered loudly. “What do you do?”

“What won’t I do?” she replied.

“Kiss?” he asked.

She leaned over to me, grabbed my hair, and as I gasped with shock, tilted my head back, and stuck her tongue in my mouth. She let go, and slid back onto Leroy, wiping her mouth.

“Maybe,” she said. “If I feel like it.”

“Blow job?”

“A hundred... each, flat rate, unless it takes forever,” she said. “You wear a condom. And that’s extra, you still pay for the song.”

“A fuck?”

“A Midnight Special: Two hundred tip,” she said. “Each song. Come fast. Condoms. No negotiating. Take it or leave it.”

The song was coming to a close.

“Then suck my cock,” Leroy said.

She laughed.

“Well, since you put it in such a classy way,” she said, sinking down to between his legs. Leroy undid his belt and undid his pants, pulling them down. She inspected him carefully, pulling a condom from beneath the cushion. She glanced at me.

“Will it cost extra if he watches?”

Blaze regarded me. “No, that’s free, of course little piggy can watch. Maybe he’ll learn something. ” She shrugged. “He can even take it out and jerk off while I work."

“What about you, Sam?” Leroy asked. “Want to take it out while you watch?”

“I don’t mind,” she said, rolling a condom on Leroy’s large cock. She gave me a sick grin. “I kind of like it actually. Take it out, Sam. Go ahead.”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“Oh little piggy is shy!” Blaze said, looking up at Leroy.

“Come on, Sam,” Leroy said. “Don’t leave me hanging, Bud. How about a deal, take it out, and I’ll pay for it, she can blow us both.”

“Works for me,” Blaze said.

“I’m fine,” I repeated.

“Buck, buck, bacaw,” Blaze laughed.

She draped her elbows over Leroy’s thigh, and with a langorous sensuous movement she positioned her head above Leroy’s full throbbing cock, and slowly wrapped her lips around the crown. As she did so, she looked up towards him, her eyes rolling back in her head in fake ecstasy, as she moaned theatrically.

Leroy grinned, looking at me, as she began to bob her head up and town. She lifted her head, spit hard all over it, smearing her saliva all over the condom.

“Like it so far?” she asked Leroy, spitting again and working with her hand. “How about you, little piggy, you enjoying it? Are you hard? I want to know. Let’s see your little thing. You're not too ashamed are you?”

She reached over to my pants, squeezing my penis through the fabric.

“Yep,” she said. “Little piggy’s all a tension!”

Holding Leroy in place with her other hand, she descended again, taking him deeper into her mouth, returning to her mechanical bobbing. Her lips moved up and down the shaft, pausing only to make spitting and gagging noises.

Blaze didn’t take her hand off my cock, however, instead she slowly began to stroke it.

Leroy watched, smiling, his gaze shifting from her mouth on his member to her hand on my pants.

Slowly, she worked her way up to the zipper, pulling it down. With casual movements she pulled my fly open, running her fingers back and forth within, until she’d burrowed down to fingertips against my are erection.

I moaned.

“Give it up, Sam,” Leroy laughed. “She really wants that extra hundred!”

“Mm hmm!” Blaze agreed, with her mouth swallowing down Leroy’s cock head, watching me from the corner of her eye.

I was hard as a rock, her fingertips were driving me crazy. I just gave up.

“All right,” I said. “But I’ll pay for my own blow job.”

“Finally!” Blaze reared up of Leroy’s cock, taking a deep breath. “I thought he’d never go for it,” she said.

“Honestly, it kind of creeps me, having some guy just watching me suck a cock, while he keeps his cock in his pants.”

“Sam’s just wound a little tight,” Leroy said. “He’s shy and a little inexperienced.”

“Well there’s a shock,” she rolled her eyes at me. “Peewee here doesn’t have much to be experienced with. Don’t worry little piggy. I’ll straighten that curly little tail for you.”

She reached into the cushions.

“Here you go, little piggy.” She handed me a condom. “Put this on for me, and don’t screw it up. I don’t have any more extra small. I’ll get to you in a minute.”

“Funny,” I said sarcastically, but Leroy ruined it by laughing.

I watched her body writhe as she knelt in front of Leroy, sliding her mouth up and down on his cock, making sounds of obvious pleasure. For a moment, the two seemed to forget about me as she played intently with his cock and he gazed down at her. Awkwardly, I pushed my pants down, exposing myself and tore the condom wrapper with my teeth, rolling it down.

In the small dark room, I sat beside Leroy, close enough to touch, watching as the slender stripper, moaned and worked on his cock. She’d take spit on it, then take it in her mouth pushing down until she gagged, and then back up, licking it all over.

“You like it, big pimp daddy?” she asked. “You like how I suck that big cock? You going to shoot a big load for me and fill up that rubber?”

She reared up, leaning in, squeezing it between her small breasts, rubbing her nipples against it.

“You like these little titties?” she asked.

“Love 'em,” he said with satisfaction. He reached out for her hair, it was too short to really grab, but he placed his hand flat on the top of her head, fingers curling and gently guided her mouth back down. He moved her up and down, until she was sucking freely and bobbing on her own. I could see her pulling at his balls.

I was fascinated by the casual, yet calculated way that Blaze sucked his cock. I was so used to Kayley and the way she just seemed to become absorbed when giving head, almost seeming to lose herself. Blaze was so obviously theatrical, the way she’d roll her eyes back or flutter her eyelids, or twist her hips as she went down, as if she was deeply aroused.

It was hypnotic, in its own way. Stylized and mannered, everything she did was deliberate, aimed towards his hardness and getting him to come. Leroy grinned at me.

“She’s a nasty little cocksucker,” he told me. “Mouth that big, I bet she could suck both of us at once.”

Blaze lifted her head.

“I can,” she said confidently, stroking his cock, “and I have. I’ve done it. I call it a Royale. It’s an extra hundred if you want it.”

Leroy’s eyebrows lifted. “You’re kidding. How’s that even work?”

Her head dipped, she took him into her mouth, slurped and came back up.

“The two of you have to scissor for me,” she said, masturbating him almost violently. “But once you’re lined up, it’s easy.”

“Scissor?” I asked. Leroy made a face, and I felt like I’d said something stupid.

“Your legs go between his legs,” she said, “like two pairs of scissors. That way your junk lines up, I can hold your cocks together, and do a Royale with cheese.”

She paused. “It’s like a quarter pounder, but french. It’s from an old movie.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Okay, I’ll pass.”

She shrugged, wrapped her hand around his shaft and bent down to take Leroy’s cock head in her mouth. He tapped her forehead.

“Hey,” he said, “Sam needs a little loving.”

Blaze looked at me, and then at my cock. “Oh come on, Big Pimp Daddy! I like working your great big tool. Let me take care of little piggy after I finish you.”

Leroy shook his head.

“Give him some head,” he said. “It’s his birthday.”

“Come on!!!!”

“You’re getting paid,” Leroy said.

“Fine,” she snorted, rolling her eyes. She moved over to me, pushing my knees apart. She looked up at me, flicking my cock dubiously.

“You a spitter?” she asked.

“What?”

She extended her hand, palm up, fingers curled, until it was just below my chin. Her other hand curled fiercely around the head of my cock.

“Spit into my palm,” she demanded. “Hawk up a good one!”

For a second, I was frozen. She squeezed my cock, warningly. She raised her eyebrows.

“Lots of guys pay good money to spit on parts of my body,” she snapped. “Come on piggy, let’s get this done.”

I worked up what saliva I could and spit into her palm several times. She brought her hand down, and spit into it herself, finally wrapping it around my penis, smearing the spit all over until my cock was shiny and translucent in the dim reddish light.

“The trick to giving head with a condom on,” she said absently, as she stroked, her free hand seizing my balls and squeezing them, “is lubrication. Spit is good, lots of it. Otherwise the rubber makes me gag.”

She looked at me.

“Some men really get off when I spit on their dicks. How about you, little piggy? Do women spit on your peewee dick? I wouldn't be surprised. Do you like it? Would you like me to spit on your little dick? Would that get you going?”

Without waiting for an answer, she dropped down, spitting on the tip of the condom, and then taking my cock head in her mouth. Her lips and jaws clamped down, tongue pushing, much harder than Kayley ever did. I gasped, my hips lifting. Her head lifted off, almost as quickly.

“Little piggy likes that!” Blaze grinned. “You like that Midnight Special? Little piggy’s out of his house. Little piggy want to get to market? Or you just want to go ‘wee wee wee.’”

Leroy laughed, watching us.

“You can come, you know,” she said. “Any time. You don’t have to wait. It’s going to feel the same, whether you come now or in five minutes. Then I can get back to a real cock.”

“Hey!” I said.

“Be nice,” Leroy cautioned her.

“Oh fuck, Pimp Daddy,” she complained, “we all know there’s no comparison, yours and his. It’s apples and oranges. Or apples and peanuts.”

“Ease off,” Leroy said. “It’s his birthday.”

Blaze sighed.

“Oh yeah?” she said. “That's right. You said that. Happy birthday, little piggy! I guess this is for you!”

She spit on my cock, a big foaming hawk of saliva and drool. She looked up at me.

“You like that?”

Her head dropped, and she started to fuck her face up and down on my erection, clamping her jaws tight, moving fast and wild. Her teeth scraped along the condom in a way that was almost, but never quite painful. It was a rough, wanton blow job that left me gasping and writhing.

“Oh Jesus Christ,” I moaned. “Slow down.”

I reached for her head, but she brushed my hand around. She lifted up, to look at me, eyes shining, I felt chills go up and down my spine. She glanced at Leroy, as if seeking his approval.

“Say ‘oink oink,’” she demanded, grinning, pushing a finger under me, between my butt cheeks.

“What?”

“Just say it,” she said. I could feel her finger probing at my anus. “And I’ll make you come, by the hair on your chinny chin chin.”

What the fuck? I thought.

“I’m not into that. Just suck my cock,” I told her. Her eyes narrowed. “Please....”

She spat on it again and hovered over my cock head, opening her mouth wide. She stopped, and stared expectantly.

“Oink,” I said flatly. “Oink.”

Leroy laughed, I blushed, but once again, Blaze dropped her head and began her traumatic, intense blowjob, scraping her teeth along the condom, squeezing her jaws and lips tight as she moved up and down.

She shoved her finger up my ass, making me squeal involuntarily, my hips lifting up.

It was too intense, almost too much. Blaze’s deliberate cock sucking pushed past my ability to orgasm, the harshness of sensation kept overwhelming that build up of pleasure that set me on the path to coming. Instead, I could only groan and writhe.

“Hey Midnight,” Leroy spoke after a moment.

She lifted her head off me to look at him, and I groaned with relief.

“How about you fuck him?” Leroy said.

“Two hundred a song, plus the dance fee,” she asked. “Sure you don’t want the fuck? I feel like riding some Big Daddy Pimp Dick. I’m not even going to feel little little piggy here.”

“He’s my friend,” Leroy said. “And be nice to him.”

She curled her finger inside my ass, while squeezing my cock firmly in her free hand, and turned to me. I grunted and shifted position, trying to adjust to the sensations.

“What do you think, pi–,” momentarily she looked blank.

“Sam,” I said firmly.

“Right, Sam,” she said. “You want to fuck? I’ll ride you. Big Pimp Dick’s paying for it.”

“I can pay,” I snapped angrily.

“Sam,” Leroy said, “let me do this for you, okay.”

Blaze shrugged, as if the matter was of no import. My cock felt raw from her rough treatment, I swear, if not for the condom, she’d have scraped the skin off. But at the same time, it felt wild and urgent, I was keyed up intensely, on fire with lust. Her aggression was as exhilarating as it was intimidating. Suddenly, I wanted to fuck her just to have her, to feel what her pussy was like.

“Yeah,” I snarled. “Let’s do it.”

She laughed and pulled her finger from my butt.

“I was surprised. That’s a tight little asshole,” she said, climbing up onto my lap. “I thought you’d blow instantly when I gave hard head, when you didn’t, I thought you might be a bottom.”

Oh fuck you, I thought angrily. I bet your asshole is loose as a revolving door, bitch.

“Hey,” snapped Leroy, “we’re paying you. Stop being a bitch to him.”

I was grateful for the support. Blaze straddled my lap, stroking my latex clad penis in her hands, pressing it against her pubic mound as she ground against me. She looked down maliciously.

“Oh come on, Big Daddy Pimp,” she said, maintaining eye contact with me. “It’s all right. I’m not being mean. I just like to tease my clients. I like to make them feel special, excite them. I want them to feel they’re with something hot and dangerous and unpredictable.”

She bent forward, taking one of my hands and pressing it against her small breast. Automatically, I stroked her nipple, bringing a purr from her. She leaned over, her lips brushing my ear.

“Hey... Sam?” she whispered to me. “You don’t mind that ‘little piggy’ stuff? I was just having a little fun. I wasn’t being mean. You have to have fun, or you go a little crazy here. I didn’t hurt your feelings?”

When she pulled back, her eyes were softer.

“I want you to have fun,” she pouted.

She smiled and nodded, and then surprised me with a quick kiss on the forehead.

She wanted us to keep paying to play with her. I got it. She had gone too far, and that might cost her money. Still, her little whiplash of kindness was surprising, it was like Kayley breaking character.

She was fucked in the head, I thought, but not genuinely malicious. Bored, frustrated with her life, getting used by strangers, keeping herself going with these games.

As irritating as she had been, I felt some sympathy. I lifted my other hand, cupping both her breasts. She watched my hands, humping lazily against my cock, and smiled. She was just doing her job.

“I get it,” I said, “he’s bigger, and older and he’s experienced here. My dick is smaller, I’m younger, I’m tightly wound and I’ve never done this. I’m not upset. It just got a little irritating.”

She leaned forward and kissed my forehead tenderly. Then she surprised me by kissing on the lips. Our mouths parted, her tongue flickered against mine, and my erection doubled. I was breathless.

“That’s your thing isn’t it?” she breathed smiling down at me. She pressed her forehead to mine, and rolled her hips down below pushing my cock against her clit. “Romance? I like this. You’re a romantic at heart? Little piggy wants some Midnight Rain?”

She winced visibly at her last words. “Sorry. How about we just enjoy each other, Sam? No fucking around with you. Just... make each other feel good?”

She was panting slightly, her huge nipples were rigid, there was a looseness to her as she ground on me. The blow job was clearly calculated. But somehow, this felt like genuine arousal. It couldn’t be, of course. I could feel myself responding to this new intimacy, her fake sincerity.

“Oink, oink,” I whispered impulsively, and she actually grinned and giggled.

Blaze leaned forward, and I thought she was going to kiss me. But instead she ran the tip of her tongue along my cheek, and bit my earlobe. She whispered into my ear so quietly that Leroy couldn’t possibly hear, “I like you better.”

Then more loudly, “you should get your ear pierced. I could do it for you. I bet you’d enjoy getting a little prick.”

Leroy laughed.

She pulled back grinning, the eye on the other side from Leroy winked. Jesus, I thought, this girl was fucked in the head. Irresistibly hot, but volatile. Maybe that was why she was so hot.

She grabbed one of my hands and thrust it between her legs, as she rose up smoothly. My fingers parted her lips and I was amazed that she seemed wet. Was she really aroused? Had she somehow lubricated herself before she’d sat down. All I knew was that it was one slick pussy. She guided my hand towards her clit, which felt like a large bean barely concealed by her clit hood.

“You make sure to keep petting this,” she told me. Then she positioned her lips right over my cock, and crashed down on me, her thighs parting, and my whole length sinking into her almost instantly. I gasped with shock, I had expected her to be more gradual, not just take me whole, but it felt so fucking good. It was only later, I realized that she’d timed herself, so that she slammed down on me when the next song started.

“Oh no!” she laughed, “the big bad Midnight wolf just came down on your chimney. Little piggy better get a blaze going.”

“You’re crazy,” I said, almost laughing. She grinned at me. She was humping hard on my cock, almost frenzied, I dropped my other hand from her breast to grab her hip and hold on. Her hands were on my shoulders, bracing herself as she rode me hard.

“And you love it!” she laughed. My hand had slipped away from her clit, not deliberate, just the intense way she fucked herself on top of me, and she caught my fingers and brought it back. Was she really into it? Her skin was flushed, and there was something abandoned to her movements, her body felt hot.

“Oink, for me,” she demanded. But I was too overwhelmed with the look and feel of her lean body twisting above me and grinding on my cock.

After a moment of hard fucking, she rose up, lifting completely off my cock. She leaned her forehead against mine, as if bracing herself and pushed my hand away from her clit, wrapping her hands tight around my erection. What the fuck was she doing now?

“Hey birthday boy,” she teased. “Want a present? Special for you? I got one right here.”

Then she pulled off my condom, I felt the rubber as it peeled away from my shaft, stretching as it pulled away from my head. Then suddenly, I plunged into the tight smooth wetness of her bare pussy, wet and delicious living flesh, as she thrust down on me even more frantically. Her cunt gripped me like a fist, and her slickness was unmistakable, this wasn’t lubrication, she was totally into it. My bare cock was inside her naked pussy, and it was mind blowing. It was all I could do to hold both hands on her hips as she wildly rose up and slammed down.

“Oh fuck yeah!” she cried, humping me with wild frenzy. She leaned forward into me, grabbing my hair. “Bite them,” she ordered. “Bite my fucking nipples!”

“Oink,” I gasped, biting one then the other, making pig noises, and going from one to the other, biting harder and harder until I was afraid of leaving toothmarks, but excited at the thought of marking her. She laughed with pleasure, winding fingers in my hair as she fucked herself savagely on my cock.

“That’s the spirit, Piggy,” she said. She looked down at me. “Don’t come in me, okay? Tell me when you’re ready to blow.”

“Oink,” I replied. She slammed her pussy down all the way onto my cock, taking almost my length in one convulsive drop, hitting so hard it felt like she splashed. The intensity was so wild, I couldn’t control myself. Literally within seconds, I felt myself surging towards orgasm, a wild lightning sensation seeming to crawl up my cock and spine simultaneously.

“Oh shit!” I cried out.

“So fast!” she whispered, and rose up. But my hands were like two vises on her hips, and pure instinct shoved her back down deep on my cock. Her eyes widened.

“Hey!” she protested.

Her hips lifted again, and I slammed her back down brutally in my grip, my thighs pushing up, my body straining upwards.

For a moment we struggled, her trying to escape, me striving to remain in her. She lifted until only the head of my cock was in her, but I was in the grip of a white hot orgasm burning through me. My hands were clamped on her hips, keeping her in place, as I shot up into her. The sensation was mind blowing, I felt her pussy clamp tight around the head of my cock. There was no pressure on the shaft, just the head. It felt as if a really strong small fist had wrapped around and was squeezing for all its worth. I felt my semen flooding all around my cock head, as this orgasmic lightning fried me.

Finally, the tension passed. My grip loosened. She reached between her legs, feeling around my shaft, pressing against her lips, feeling my semen leaking around the seal of her pussy.

“Goddamn,” she grunted, “you fucking skinny little pig dick! You came in me!”

I couldn’t tell from her voice whether she was angry or not. Probably not happy, though. Definitely, not happy. I didn’t feel like apologizing, not after her recklessness and cruelty. Serves you right, I thought. I didn’t hate her or want to hurt her, it was just such a fucked up encounter, I couldn’t be bothered to care too much.

As the orgasm subsided, my grip on her hips loosened, I sank back down. Strangely, she sank down with me, I was sure that the minute I let go, she’d be off me like a rocket. But she was strangely tender.

“Was it good?” she whispered.

“Oh yeah,” I breathed.

“I want you do something for me,” she whispered softly She kissed me on the lips.

Again, that little flash of her tongue against mine. I couldn’t get a read on her, I thought. She was all over the place, sometimes so biting and nasty with her words it hurt or I’d feel almost angry, other times she’d wink like we were in on a joke together, and then these odd flashes of sensuality and tenderness when she’d kiss me, vanishing so quickly, I’d wonder if it happened at all. I never knew what to expect.

“Anything,” I said, warmly, hoping she’d settled into something tender.

“Say oink,” she said, and climbed up me.

Oh fuck, back to crazy bitch again!

She literally climbed, stepping up onto the loveseat, boots planted on either side, knees pinning back my firearms. Her pussy dragged up my chest, and then she was straddling my face, her big clit pressing against my lips. Fine, I thought, go with it.

“Oink,” I spat out, my lips moving against her clit.

“More!” she said, grinding against my mouth. I could feel her pussy lips against my chin, slick and wet. “Like that!”

“Oink! Oink! Oink!” It was beyond bizarre. It was like she’d gone insane, my sexual fervor had tapped out, I’d just come and my cock was deflating. But here she was mental as hell, her wet pussy grinding my face while she demanded pig noises.

Suddenly, she moved, tilting my head back hard against the back of the seat, her pussy pressing right on my mouth. I felt her reach down with her hands, pulling her lips wide open, I felt her vagina flex convulsively, and then suddenly my mouth was full of thick viscous liquid.

She gave such a sigh of pleasure that at first I thought she’d squirted, but it was too thick and slimy. I swallowed automatically, my jaw working. As she dropped away, slipping between me and Leroy, I realized that she’d forcefully expelled my own come back in my mouth. I hadn’t even imagined that was possible.

“What the fuck?” I demanded, clearing my throat.

Blaze was leaning back into Leroy, pulling one of his hands around to cup her breast.

“Tit for tat,” she said. “Don’t pretend you haven’t swallowed a few... and liked it. I can tell.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, blushing. But I had no real wish to continue. “Fuck it.”

“That didn’t take long,” Leroy said. “Song’s only been on for a minute or two.”

She looked up at him.

“Does Big Daddy Pimp want to finish up for little piggy,” she teased. “You’re already paying for the song, you might as well get a cock in me too.”

She climbed on top of him, positioning herself over his cock and sinking down with practiced smoothness. But once he was in, Leroy grabbed her hips and rolled her over. She squealed loudly as he put her on her back and started thrusting hard.

“Oh fuck me,” she cried out. “Hit it! Hit that spot! You know how to fuck! Fuck me!”

She writhed under him, he got one of his elbows under her knee, lifting one leg high up, and fucked her so deeply she kept squealing. I watched, amazed, as his massive cock pounded into her sweat covered, boyish lean body as she squirmed under him.

As I stared, there was a moment I was more fascinated by his cock going in, than her cunt taking him. Where his cock captivated me.

And then she squealed and moaned again, lifting her other leg high as his hips slammed hard into her with a series of smacking sounds, and the moment was lost.

I watched them fuck with muscular frenzy through the rest of the song, almost breathless with desire. Although my cock wasn’t hard, I was still filled with sexual excitement and arousal. I couldn’t turn away. I had to keep watching. The tiny room reeked of sweat and sex, cunt and semen, and human bodies in arousal.

The song ended, and he kept on fucking all the way through, ignoring her struggles. He turned her over, and her face was braced against the back of the seat as he pounded doggy style. I found myself staring right at her face, our eyes locking, as he slammed her. With each thrust, she blinked, her face contorted. I couldn’t read her? Was this an act? Was she loving it? Was it hurting? What was going through her mind?

Leroy looked over at me, grinning madly. He lifted a hand from her hip to give me a thumbs up, and I returned the gesture.

“Want a turn?” he offered. But before I could reply, he flipped her over on her back, making her grunt heavily as he treated her body like a rag doll. He fucked her harder and harder, plunging into her pussy. As the next song started, she began to stiffen.

“Oh!” she cried out. “Oh! Oh! I’m coming!”

Blaze wrapped one arm around his back, and her legs around his hips as he thrust into her. Suddenly, there was an acrid scent of female ejaculation, and she moaned loudly, I knew she’d squirted.

As her body trembled, Leroy doubled his fucking, making the whole love seat rock, even with me on it. He pounded her for all he was worth, as she groaned and moaned theatrically, until finally, he blasted.

He laid on top of her, panting.

“We’re on the next song,” she whispered. “Sorry. Full rate applies.”

Leroy shrugged.

“Worth it.”

That was it. She squirmed out from under him, slipped back into her sequined bikini, her manner switching to friendly neutrality. She was like a completely different person. I marveled at the change in her.

The two of them went over to the bouncer to calculate the value of the transaction, while I returned to the bar. On stage, a muscular redhead, with the sides of her head shaved, her body festooned with tattoos, was twirling around the pole. Absently, I noted she either dyed her pubes or she was genuine.

I tried to run the numbers in my head, and found them daunting.

“Hey sport!” Leroy came out from the back. “Any reason to stick around.”

He glanced at the redhead on stage without particular interest.

“How much did that come to?” I asked. “Can I give you some mo–”

Leroy chuckled and threw an arm around me.

“No way,” he said, “Hermanos. That was my gift to you. Fucking amazing, right? These fucking wiry little skanks, they’re high voltage, you know. All that matters to me is you had fun. Did you?”

“I did,” I said.

“Good enough,” he said. “Let’s fuck off.”

We left the club.

“Okay,” he said. “We got our ashes hauled. It’s getting late. Back to my place to retrieve your phone, and we’ll call it a day.”

“Hell of a day,” I said. “I didn’t expect how it would go.”

“Yeah,” Leroy agreed. “Those are the best days.”

Leroy turned his head to me.

“Cripes,” he said. “I didn’t want to say anything inside the club, in case someone heard. But what a bitch! Can you believe the way she treated you? Psycho bitch. I’m sorry man. She sucked cock and she fucked good, but man, every time she opened her mouth at you I cringed.”

I shrugged.

"Maybe," he said, "it was because I was paying, and you were riding along, she thought she could fuck with you. But what a bitch."

“It’s okay. It was a little fucked up,” I admitted.

“Yeah,” he said. “It was. Sorry about that. I wanted the blonde with big fake tits. But when I was getting drinks, Blaze came up to me at the bar...”

“So you’d talked to her before?”

He seemed cautious suddenly.

“Not before today. But at the bar... Yeah, no tits. A little freaky. But no needle tracks, no tattoos and she was hungry, she made it pretty clear she’d do anything.”

He paused.

“Must be pretty tough to be a flat chested stripper,” he said reflectively.

“She said she was saving up.”

“Yeah. Anyway, so when she came up to us after... I figured, what the hell. And it kind of worked, she sucked, she fucked, they don’t all do that. You got to get the right one.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“She was wild,” he said. “But goddamn, what a bitch. I almost told her to fuck off, the way she was treating you. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied. “Like you said, psycho bitch. You take the good with the bad.”

“I made her come,” Leroy said. “Did you see that? I fucked her good. That wasn’t faking. Some of these bitches, the ones that will let you fuck them, they’re kind of unstable mentally. Definitely, fucked in the head. The girl had issues. Wild ride though.”

He laughed.

“And that stupid name,” he said, “Blaze Midnight.”

Actually, I’d thought it was an amazingly cool name, but yeah, I could see how it might sound stupid.

I guess, I just didn’t know strippers. Blaze had come across mercurial but self possessed, funny, intelligent, aware, even sensuous. She was doing a difficult job, but still keeping her humanity. Even if she’d been a bit of bit of a cruel bitch to me, I didn’t think it was malicious. I’d kind of liked her.

But Leroy knew strippers, and he probably had the better read on her. I recalled the calculated deliberate way she had sucked our cocks. It was just a persona, a role she played. I suspected that the real Blaze Midnight, or Bodhana Cherkessky was someone else entirely from what we’d met. I was a little sorry I’d never meet the real her.

“Yeah.”

“That’s the thing with these girls,” he said. “You take your chances. The ones you can have the most fun with, are the ones that are the most fucked up.”

He was almost certainly right. Definitely fucked up. He almost talked about her like an object, and in a sense, that was the role she played. My mind flashed the image of her grinding on my cock, pushing my hand against her clit. Real or fake? Did it even matter, as long as my cock was hard in her and her pussy tight around me?

“I came in her,” I confessed. “Bare.”

Or maybe it was bragging. Or revenge, Leroy had been bothered by her being a little shitty towards me, and he was all about one-upsmanship, I thought he’d enjoy hearing I’d creamed her.

Leroy laughed. “You dog!”

It was funny, I felt good hearing his response. It was like a victory over her. Boys against the girls, boys score a creampie. Take that. It was a little window into his world, and I kind of liked it.

But then...

“I think I feel bad though, I shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t fair to her.”

Leroy laughed again.

“Cripes,” he said. “You’re sweet. You feel bad for coming in a low rent stripper? The slut probably barebacks college parties. Don’t worry about her, she’s just a whore. She gets paid to have men piss in her mouth. Trust me, she got a big payday out of us, she’s happy. Ten minutes from now, she’s not even going to remember you dumped a load in her.”

He clapped me on the back.

“She’s a skank,” he said. “She’s kleenex. Blow in her and walk away. That’s what she’s paid for. If she had a problem with that, she’d do something else.”

I was a little disturbed by his contempt for Blaze. Yeah, she might be insane, and I really hated that ‘little piggy’ shit and her borderline abusiveness towards me. But she was just a person, struggling in a difficult and soul destroying job. Calling her a skank, kleenex to wipe your cock on, seemed mean and dehumanizing.

Why was I bothering to defend her in my head? I could see Leroy’s viewpoint, and he wasn’t actually wrong either. I shrugged.

I mean, what sort of girl willingly took a job like this? Maybe the word skank fit. She’d seemed reckless, almost dangerous, and even if it was just an act for the John... Weird to think I was now a John, a trick... it was likely that the real person underneath, the person who could strip and fuck and act like that, was probably fucked up and damaged, and dangerous, unpleasant, or so shallow as to be a cipher. Just a hole. Leroy was probably right.

“Don’t idealize strippers, and whores,” he told me. “There’s less there than meets the eye, and when you peel back the hood - see what they’re really like... well you understand why they’re the way they are, and it’s not attractive or pretty.”

“Yeah,” I said, I still felt a little bad for her. I couldn’t help it. “You’re right.”

“I’d worry about sexually transmitted diseases instead,” he said.

Fuck! I hadn’t thought of that in the moment.

“Yeah,” he said thoughtfully. “You might want to avoid sex with Kayley for a little bit, or find an excuse to wear condoms.”

He kicked the idea around for a moment.

“She’s probably clean though,” he said. “Giving customers an STD? A club like that would cut off her tits. I think she only barebacked you because she knew she was clean and she was pretty sure you were a virgin.”

Yeah, I thought. Something to think about.

“Look,” he said. “Don’t worry. I’ll come back to the club tomorrow and check. It’s probably all good.”

“Okay,” I said. I was thinking how to navigate this at home, for at least a few days. We did use condoms now and then, mainly for special things, like when I’d switchback between her pussy and ass. I’d have to talk about this with her and hope she wasn’t upset. Maybe we could incorporate it into our role play.

I sighed. I’d figure something out.

“You know,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe we shouldn’t mention some of this to Kayley.”

I didn’t respond. I was going over things in my head.

“Mainly,” he said, “I wanted to make sure you were okay after the session, talk it out. Make sure you got your masculinity back... But we went a little far. I’m not sure she would understand.”

Was he talking about the masturbation, I wondered, or fucking the stripper?

Leroy shrugged.

“Of course,” he said, “she spreads her legs and fucks around with other men. It shouldn’t be a big deal for her if you do it with a stripper. But women are funny that way. And there’s the bareback thing... I dunno. What do you think?”

“I’m not sure,” I said. “There’s a lot to process.”

“I guess that’s the thing,” he said. “You’re processing. It’s your process. Your path to working things out and getting your head right. Does Kayley need to see the flow chart? Maybe what’s important for her as far as it goes, is that you get to a healthy place, not how you got there. She doesn’t need your road map, just where you end up - with her and happy.”

“I guess not,” I said. It would be hard to explain to her how we’d gotten our cocks out, and I’d let him masturbate me to orgasm while we’d watched her get fucked on television. That would be really complicated. It wasn’t gay or anything, but she’d probably have trouble seeing it that way.”

And there was the part where I’d thought he’d suggested... Going to the strip club and stuffing bills into a dancers stocking while she waved her pussy in our face.

Fucking Blaze.

All of that was going to be awkward. An aggressively crazy, skanky stripper, she’d practically dragged us into it. I sure as hell wasn’t looking for it. The stripper mistaking us for bisexuals. Not Leroy, obviously. But Blaze had made enough subtle remarks about my manhood and my sexuality. What the hell could I say about that?

Suddenly, I thought about how his cock, how it had looked when he’d taken it out, how it had looked up on the screen, how it had looked fucking Kayley, or when she’d sucked it right in front of me. That sudden fascination, when I’d watched it plunge into Blaze and... wanted it? I had a momentary mental image of kneeling in front of him, taking his hard cock between my lips.

I felt my penis stir.

“Hey bud,” Leroy said, “you with us?”

“Oh! Yeah!” I said. “Sorry.”

“And sharing the video,” he said. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that. We trust each other, and you know I’m not going to fuck around with it. But.. Let’s not mention that.”

Oh fuck, I thought, I’d forgotten about that. Yeah, she wouldn’t be happy with that.

“We’re not going to lie,” he told me. “You came over, we talked, we went out for a drink. Just... uhm... neglect to fully delve into certain unimportant details.”

“Yeah,” I said. “That seems simplest.”

“She’d start to think I was being a bad influence on you.”

He winked.

I laughed.

“Well,” I said. “We can’t have that.”

I paused.

“You know,” I said thoughtfully, “I was really nervous about going over to your place. I admit, I was a little bit fucked up by the... session. But I’m glad I did. I feel a lot better now. Thank you.”

It was true. I knew Leroy, he’d probably put it down to banging some skank stripper and forcing her to take a load you blew in her.

Yes and no, there was something valid to the ugly way he looked at it. I mean, coming inside Blaze’s tight, sopping wet, pussy was awesome, and it did feel like a win over her.

But then again, she was the one that pulled off the condom, and if she’d really wanted to, she could have gotten off of me. Whatever had gone on, was more complicated and exciting and weirder than some winner/loser shtick. In hindsight, it almost like a test, she’d been so weirdly emasculating at points, but I had come through, literally. In a way. I supposed.

But it wasn’t just that.

There was more to it. It was the whole thing, being able to talk honestly, share feelings with Leroy, and having him share a bit of himself. He’d never admit it, but he had shared, and we’d become a little closer. We’d done guy things, even sleazy non-PC guy things like watching porn, jerking off, drinking and strippers. We'd hung out. We'd bonded for real. It felt good.

Maybe it was just getting shaken up and stirred around. I felt good. Unsure, unsteady, but all right. It was a journey, a roller coaster, but I knew I’d get through it.

Leroy chuckled and clapped me on the shoulder.

“Now that’s what I want to hear.”