The club is heated with male testosterone and sweating flesh. Layla emerges on stage wearing very little and starts dancing to an eighties dance floor classic.

She glides around the stage in gold high heels and a small black leather bikini, which covers up the downstairs essentials and barely contains her perfect, large boobs. She is no professional dancer, but it doesn’t matter. She is good enough, and what she loses in dancing, she makes up for in sexiness. She wraps her curvy body around the metal pole in centre stage. She can feel it against her pussy as she pushes harder against the cold metal and starts to imitate an orgasm.

Layla pulls off her top and rubs her tits while wrapped around the pole. She licks her nipples and runs her hands between her legs, playing with herself over her small leather G-string. She walks over to the leering men avidly watching her and beacons one of them to slap her arse. A dark-haired thirty-year-old obliges with a degree of force. The song then comes to its last chorus and Layla exits the stage.

Layla is a dirty blonde in her early twenties with piercing green eyes and a wicked smile. She comes out in the crowd with a red bikini on, covered by a skimpy sheer red lace dress, which comes halfway down her bum. With her arse on show, bare legs and high heel gold platform stripper mules, she makes heads turn.

Mimosa is a lap dancing bar where girls perform on stage and in private. Her friend got Layla a job there, but it is a side hustle she does twice a week to bring in some extra cash on top of her more respectable day job as a receptionist.

“Your dance was amazing.”

Layla turned to see the guy who slapped her arse.

“Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it. You can slap me harder next time, though; I love a good spanking.”

“That is a great outfit,” he continues, looking down at her body.

“There isn’t a lot to it, and it’s easy to get off. If you want, I can show you,” Layla replies.

“Yes, please. I am Sam. What's your name?”

"Layla."

Mimosa is in the next town along from where Layla lives, which is deliberate on her part. In this line of work, she didn’t want anyone to run into anyone she knew.

Layla takes Sam through to the private rooms. It is £50 for a dance that lasts five minutes. Sam hands over the cash as Layla draws the curtain. Sam sits on the blue velvet sofa while Layla starts dancing in front of him; she struts over and puts her foot between his legs. He looks at her deep blue painted toenails. Layla pulls her dress down her body, spins around and rubs her arse in his groin. She takes off her bra and plays with her breasts while she slides her body against Sam.

Layla then moves forward and gets on all fours on the floor in front of Sam, pushing her arse up in his face; she pulls her G-string to one side, allowing Sam a quick flash of her bum hole and pussy. She then stands up and kicks off her stripper mules. Layla learnt early on to always wear clothing that is easy to get off, no straps or buttons.

As Layla moves over to Sam, she pulls her G string down her legs. Sam looks straight at her pussy; it looks lush with a triangle of pubic hair above her slit.

Layla jumps up and straddles Sam grinding his groin before slowly she moves down and pretends to lick his cock. Layla then turns round and sits back on his lap. She can feel his dick poking her inner thigh.

“Wow, I am so hard for you. Can I touch you?”

“Ok, but not my tits or pussy. And I expect a big tip,” Layla says.

Sam runs his hand along her back and round her stomach.

“The tip I would love to give you, Layla, is the end of my cock in your pussy,” he whispers.

“I am sorry, that is not something I offer,” Layla replies.

“Really?” Sam says.

He reaches into his pocket and hands Layla some cash.

“Two hundred pounds to be inside you,” Sam exclaims.

Layla looks at the cash and takes it out of his hand; she walks over to her bag and gets out a condom.

“No sucking, only fucking,” Layla says, looking Sam straight in the face.

Sam undoes his trousers, his hard cock springs through. Layla straddles him again and slips the rubber over his helmet; slowly, she pushes it down the length of his cock. She manoeuvres closer to him and pushes his cock up in her pussy. She slowly bounces up and down. Sam moves in to kiss her, and she puts her finger across his lips to stop him.

“This isn’t a date,” Layla says sternly.

She slides up and down Sam’s cock. He grabs her arse, and within less than sixty seconds, as he feels himself go deep into her tight hole, he blows his load.

A heavy-looking bouncer looks Sam’s way as he exits the cubicle; the situation is obvious and a regular occurrence at Mimosa. Layla follows a few minutes later, dressed back in her slutty outfit.

A few weeks later, Layla meets her friend, Shaza, at an Italian restaurant. As they walk over to their table, Layla spots Sam sitting with a woman. Layla ignores him and makes a point of sitting the opposite way, so she can’t see him and vice versa. Discretion is imperative in these situations. She also thought Sam was a bit of an arsehole.

Sam looks over and sees Layla; she is dressed in a grey jean skirt, a black top and fuchsia pink peep-toe heels. She looks very different to the stripper he fucked, but he is convinced it is her.

After pizza and lasagna, Shaza and Layla say goodnight outside the restaurant. Layla starts to walk over to the underground.

“Hey Layla, it is you?”

She turns to see Sam and his female companion running up to her.

“Hi,” she says, surprised at the acknowledgement.

“This is Ava, my girlfriend. I told her all about you.”

Layla shakes Ava’s hand: she wasn’t expecting quite the openness.

“Lovely to meet you, Layla. Would you like to join us for a drink?” Ava asks.

“What did you have in mind?” Layla replies, thinking how weird and potentially awkward this is.

“Well, there is a good bar round the corner. Or how much would it be for you to join us at ours?”

“Go back to yours?” Layla enquires, a little stunned by Ava’s directness.

“Yes. I think you know what for.”

“You want to pay me for sex?” Layla replies.

“Yes, how much?”

“£250 per hour,” Layla replies.

“Shall we say ninety minutes? What do you think, Sam?” Ava says.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Ok, cash.” Layla agrees.

Ava walks over to a cashpoint. Then they get the short taxi ride back to Sam and Ava’s flat.

Ava opens some wine and pours them all a glass as they sit at the round kitchen table. She pulls out a large black vibrator and puts it in the middle of the table.

“We’ll need that later,” Ava scoffs.

“You have beautiful feet; I noticed that the other night,” Sam says, looking down at Layla’s pedicured black toes and the gold anklet on her left leg.

“They are lovely; where did you get the pedicure done?” Ava asks.

“Place near where I live,” Layla says as she dangles her foot, drawing more attention after the compliment.

Ava is about twenty-five, with short, biscuit blonde hair. She is dressed in a blue dress and has black mules on her own feet. The awkward threesome drinks their wine. Ava then slides her feet out of her mules and starts rubbing Layla’s dangling foot. Ava keeps playing with her foot and slowly pushes her pink heel off. She then starts rubbing Layla’s sole; Layla enjoys Ava’s advances.

Sam can’t help but notice Layla and Ava’s foot play under the table and feels incredibly turned on. Layla turns it up a notch, running her foot along Ava’s bare calves. She keeps going and puts her foot on Ava’s lap. Ava watches Layla’s black pedicured toes push Ava’s dress up under the table and rub her thighs.

“Take your knickers off,” Sam whispers, to his girlfriend.

Layla looks in wonder as Ava puts her hand up her dress and pulls her black lace knickers down her legs. Layla moves her toes up to Ava’s groin. Ava feels Layla’s toes start rubbing her pussy. Ava inches forward and opens her legs, allowing Layla’s toe to push between her pussy lips. Layla can feel the warm, moistness of her snatch as her toes get sucked in. She wriggles them around and rubs her clit. Ava flinches as she starts to cum.

Sam starts to undo his trousers and pulls out his cock, and subtly plays with himself. Layla sees what he is doing; she takes off her other heel. She pulls away from Ava and moves her feet over to Sam’s lap. She wraps her toes around his hard shaft and slides them up and down, pulling down his foreskin with her big toe. She rubs his wet helmet, and soon he explodes over Layla’s feet.

“Wow, let me have a closer look,” Ava says.

Layla takes her messy toes and swings her legs back to Ava’s pussy. She pushes her cum covered feet against Ava’s wet pussy and swipes Sam’s cum over her labia. Ava grabs the large black vibrator and puts it in her cunt.

“Fuck, this thing really, gets my G-spot,” Ava says.

She pushes the vibrator deep inside herself as Layla plays on the outside. Ava soon starts to cum again. She bites her lip as she starts to orgasm. She pushes the hunk of plastic deeper inside and holds it, soon she is gushing. A large squirt of cum drenches Layla’s feet. Ava keeps squirting and covers Layla’s feet a few more times.

Layla then pulls her foot away; her toes are dripping in a mixture of Ava's and Sam’s cum.

“Sam, clean those up for me,” Layla demands.

“Of course, Layla,” Sam says, as he gets to his knees.

He immediately starts licking Layla’s feet, the warm honey-tasting cum filling his mouth as he pushes his tongue between her sticky toes.  

“Do you have anything else Sam can lick?” Ava asks, with excitement avidly watching the show.

“You know I do,” Layla replies, smugly.

Sam’s kisses move up between Layla’s legs. She pushes up her skirt and moves her grey lace knickers to one side. Sam revels once again in the sight of Layla’s pussy.

“You have a delicious pussy,” Sam comments as he eats her out.

Ava is so excited. She moves over and the ladies start kissing. Layla then puts her hand between Ava’s legs, feeling the wetness of her slit, while Sam is busy between her thighs.

“Do you want a go?” Ava says, handing Layla the vibrator.

“Why, not,” Layla says, taking it.

Sam, eager to help, pulls Layla’s knickers down. Layla pushes the vibrator into her pussy and starts wank herself off.

“Fuck, this is good,” Layla exclaims, feeling it rock her snatch.

Layla cums quickly; she pulls out the dripping vibrator and puts it back on the kitchen table.

“Well, ninety minutes is up,” she says, pulling up her underwear and putting on her heels.

Layla says goodbye to Ava and Sam. With an extra few hundred in her bag, she walks down the road to the high street. Her pussy is a bit sore, her underwear is wet, and her bare feet are glued to her heels with spunk of one kind or another. A sign of a good night.