The Polish girl stood in front of me and wriggled out of her black panties, sliding them down her smooth legs and over her ankles before kicking them aside.
"You like what you see, Mr Mills?" she cooed in a thick accent while fluttering her long eyelashes and smiling coyly.
I did like what I saw. She had dark sexy eyes, fine black hair that tumbled down to her slim shoulders and big round tits. But her belly was a little too rounded, her thighs were just a tad too fleshy and she had a big arse and a thick bush of hair in between her legs. I could see she was new to the London stripping world. At one time, I'd have given my right arm to have a chick like that standing bare-arse naked in front of me. But these days I could afford to be fussy. We were running a classy strip joint in Soho, after all.
"I'm sorry, Zofia," I said, "You're just not right for the job, sweetheart."
"Oh, but Mr Mills," she pleaded, her sexy lips pursed and pouting. "I be real nice to you. I be good to you. Do to you anything you want."
"Next!" I shouted.
The Polish girl bent down and picked up her clothes as the next girl nervously walked into my office. It was obvious straight away that she was new to the stripping business. She was wearing strappy stilettos, and the way she stumbled told me she wasn't used to walking in them.
And there was something so familiar about this woman.
She stopped halfway across the office and stared at me. "Darren? Darren Mills?"
"Well, I never!" I exclaimed. "Denise Lowe!"
Denise Lowe had been the girl that everybody wanted to fuck back in our school days. She was gorgeous but she was seriously smart too. Last I heard she'd become a dot-com millionaire. What the fuck was she doing in my office auditioning to be a stripper? Sure, she was sexy as hell, but she was also a prude who used to delight in stirring guys up before cutting them down to size with disdainful remarks. I'd even applied for a job at her company once and the bitch had slung me out in less than five minutes. Not before she'd totally humiliated me in front of all her staff, though.
"Fuck! Denise Lowe!" I leaned back in my chair and looked at her. Her blonde hair was longer than it had been, with a braid hanging down her back. Her intelligent-looking eyes and sharp little nose were just as imperious as they had been all those years ago. And she was looking at me as though I was a piece of crap. Typical Denise, I thought. And the dumb cow was dressed up as if she was going for a job as a stockbroker. She was wearing a blue business suit, a blazer jacket with a knee-length skirt and a white blouse.
"I think I've made a mistake," she said in her posh accent.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, genuinely shocked. "What happened to the company?"
"It ran into problems. I want to start up again," she said defiantly, not looking me in the eye. "But I need to raise some funds – fast."
"Well, you've come to the right place, Denise," I grinned.
"This is a waste of time. You’re not going to employ me."
I shrugged. "What makes you so sure? You're a good-looking girl. I employ girls on strictly business criteria. If you can make my customers’ pricks hard, you'll make the club money. That's all there is to it."
She cringed at my coarse language, but she never walked out, a sure sign that this girl was in serious need of cash.
"Take off all your clothes," I ordered.
She stood there for a second, reluctantly tugging on her skirt. "I'm not going to let you treat me like dirt," she warned. "I'm just here to make some money."
"Aren't we all, darling? Now either strip off or fuck off. I won’t have you wasting my time."
She slipped her blazer off and hung it carefully over the chair on her side of the desk.
"Try and do it slowly and seductively. Remember, you’re trying to turn people on," I moaned. "This is a strip club, you know, not a fucking library."
Her face flushed red as she unbuttoned and removed her white blouse before dropping her skirt to her feet. She was stunning, absolutely gorgeous. Her tits weren't as big as the Polish girl before her, but they were round and pert, scooped up like mounds of ice cream by a lacy white bra. I could see the cleft of her pussy through her matching panties. Her legs were long and smooth, slightly tanned. It was impossible to look at her like that in her lacy lingerie without wanting to spread her sexy legs open and fuck her hard and fast on the floor of my office.
She stepped out of the skirt and bent down to pick it up, making eye contact with me all the while.
"And the rest," I ordered.
Her delicate hands reached behind her back to unsnap the clasp of her bra that fell away, revealing round breasts with the same even tan as her toned belly and slender thighs.
She flushed bright red again as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slid them down to her ankles before stepping out of them and sliding them to one side with her right heel. She was naked apart from those stilettos that made her arse and tits stick out perfectly. She had a fine strip of dark hair between her legs. Not a natural blonde after all.
"Well?" she demanded, as I raked my eyes over every inch of her naked body.
"Turn around and bend over," I demanded in a bored, disinterested tone, hiding my excitement.
She blushed a dark scarlet colour this time but did as I asked.
The backs of her thighs were taut and shapely and her buttocks round and firm as she bent over with her head between her parted legs. I got up from behind my desk to stand behind her, drinking in the awesome sight. Her pussy was pink and tidy, glistening with juice. Who would have thought that I would get to see Denise Lowe’s cunt?
"How long do I have to do this for?" she moaned. "My legs are hurting."
I placed my trembling hands on either side of her hips and she stood up abruptly.
"I'm not a whore, you know!"
I nodded towards the door. "Sorry, Denise, you're obviously too classy for this joint."
"You said you’d make a business decision," she said, standing with her arms folded across her breasts.
"Look, Denise, you're a sexy girl, but you're a ball-breaker. Guys come here looking for girls who are submissive types, all tits and no brain, that make them feel like hotshots. Not stuck-up prudes like you, looking down her nose at them and making them feel like a worthless piece of shit. You’re just not cut out for this business.”
Her bottom lip quivered and I realised she was about to cry.
I can do submissive, Dal." She broke down at last, sobbing. "I really need money, badly. I got screwed with the company. I've got repo men coming round next week if I don't do something fast. Please, give me a chance."
This was almost too good to be true. I sauntered lazily towards her and grabbed her arms, pulling them away from her tits. She didn't try to stop me. I gawped at her tits for a short moment. They were perfect. The nipples were pink and erect and she was every bit as pert and firm as she'd been back in our school days. I had wanted to fuck this condescending and snobbish, yet wonderfully perfect and awe-inspiring, girl for the best part of twenty years – I intended to make the most of this opportunity.
I roughly grabbed her round arse, squeezing her cheeks together before pulling her naked body towards me. Her tits were crushed against my business suit. Her knees buckled as I kissed her hard on the mouth before pulling away.
"I suppose you're going to make me fuck you?" she stuttered quietly.
"Kneel down," I ordered.
She slowly dropped to her knees and looked up at me submissively. I could see I'd broken her. All her self-respect, all the snooty arrogance she'd had back in school was gone. My cock was already rock hard as I took it out of my trousers and stroked the swollen head over her high cheekbones on either side of her pretty face.
"Kiss it," I growled.
She looked at me for a second, as though deciding whether it was too late to stand back to her feet and walk out. Then she began kissing the shaft of my cock with wet pecks that made it pulse and throb. I slid it in between her pert tits and began gliding it backwards and forwards while caressing them with my hands. As I slid upwards, I grazed my cock over her soft lips. She stuck out her wet tongue and began licking me like an ice pop. She obviously knew that her getting the job depended on how good a blowjob she gave me.
Then her glossy lips slid over my cock-head, then halfway down to my balls and slowly back up again. Her eyes met mine and I grabbed her blonde hair and began bobbing her head quickly up and down. Then I began shafting her face, fucking her mouth deep and hard, caught up in a moment of frenzied passion.
She gasped through the mouthful of thick cock. Her tits were starting to bounce as I roughly took her by the back of the head and guided her wet mouth up and down my hot length. Her blonde fringe tickled my tummy and I could feel her saliva sliding down my shaft and onto my balls. I tried not to cry out but I couldn't help myself; she felt so fucking good. At last, I was on the brink of orgasm.
"Put my balls in your mouth," I ordered.
She did as I asked, gently sucking first one then the other before licking me from the base of my shaft right up to the tip where a globule of pre-cum glistened. Then she was bobbing her head fast up and down my cock. She was an expert cock-sucker and was now getting off on it, loving every minute of gobbling and slurping over my cock and balls.
"You like to suck cock, Denise?" I asked, pulling my cock out her mouth and thrusting it between her sweaty tits to let her answer.
Her face was pink, flushed and sweaty. "I-I-I..." she stuttered when she saw I was waiting for a response.
"You love cock," I said, fucking the gap between her incredible tits. "You're a slut. Just admit it."
"I'm a slut. Fuck my mouth. I'm a fucking slut," she blurted suddenly, with conviction, then slid that perfect, glistening mouth down my shaft again.
My balls felt like they were about to explode but I pulled out and sprayed white strings of cum over her jiggling tits and pretty face, making her flinch and gasp.
"Maybe I will try you out, Denise," I panted, smearing cum over her high cheekbones with the tip of my cock. "If you can be a nice, sweet girl then maybe – just maybe – I'll let you work for me."
She nodded submissively, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "Yes, Darren," she said quietly in that snooty voice of hers that had always got me so hot back in school. "I'll do anything you say."