I opened my mouth in a small circle around Sandy’s clit, then sucked it up inside, diddling her with the tip of my tongue. She screamed in ecstasy, her hands locked onto the couch. Her body was taught as a bow string, then a huge orgasm swept through her like a tsunami. She squirted for the first time ever with me, covering my face and neck in her fluid. Her body jerked and quivered spastically before she collapsed into a pile of loose limbs. Minutes passed with her wide, unfocused, eyes staring into space.
Finally, “Oh my fucking God, Mike, what the hell did you do to me? That was an out-of-body experience if I’ve ever had one. Help me upstairs and make slow, passionate love to me.”
I walked upstairs with her, lay her on the bed, and made love to my wife for the next two hours.
Next morning we awoke at a leisurely hour, had breakfast, cleaned up some household and yard chores, then had an early lunch. I told Sandy to be ready for 1:30 and to dress in her hotwife outfit for the audition. She was a vision of sluttiness when she arrived downstairs, twirled for my inspection and bent over, showing her thong clad pussy outlined under the skirt.
“Holy shit Sandy,” I said, “You’re going to rock the audition.”
She gave me a sultry look from under her lashes and quipped, “You still haven’t told me what I’m auditioning for, Mike.”
I laughed at her expression. “I know you well enough to be sure you’ve already got it figured out. Any other questions you have, you can pose to Bruno if, I should say when, you pass the audition. Now, we’d better get going.”
I parked in front of The Glass Slipper and opened Sandy’s door for her. She stepped out and took my arm right away. “Mike, I’m nervous and a little scared. I’m going to be expected to put myself on display in front of a room full of men, aren’t I?” She swallowed nervously.
I gave her a reassuring hug and said, “Think of how you felt walking our road naked, how you wanted to be seen. This will be the same but different because they will be wanting to see you as well. Your need will take over, and they will all be wishing you were theirs. Only, in here, you are 100% safe to be and do whatever you want within the rules. Today it will only be Bruno, I think, so you can focus on being the best you can be for him.”
I walked her into the club to where Bruno was standing at the bar, took her hand and placed it on his arm. “Look after her as you promised, she is the most special part of my life.”
Bruno nodded, saying, “You can rely on me. Sandy, kiss your husband goodbye. Mike, as agreed, I will text you once she is finished the audition.”
Sandy gave me a quick kiss, then Bruno swept her away in the direction of his office. I turned and went back out to my car, my nerves jangling, my hands shaking, and my cock as hard as steel. I waited on edge for two hours before the vibration from my phone, with the expected text, startled me from my reverie. When I walked back into the club, I was in time to see Bruno, with Sandy again on his arm, exit his office and walk her back to me. He also took her hand from his arm and placed it on mine.
“Your wife is everything you told me she would be, and more. We have a deal. I have explained all the details to her, and showed her all through the VIP area. In anticipation of her successful audition, we have been hyping her as a new addition to the club entertainment. Our members are eagerly anticipating her first show tonight.”
“I want her here no later than seven thirty so we can have her ready for her debut at eight thirty. That will also give her a chance to watch one or two shows before she goes on herself. She will be ready for you to pick up at 2 am. One of my most trusted men will escort her out to you by the back door. That is also the door she will be using as an entrance from now on.”
Sandy hugged my arm as we walked back to the car. “I don’t know how you do it; this seems to be the perfect place. I can act on my lustful needs, and Bruno has a rigid set of rules that the members and I must follow, which ensures my safety. I love you so much for understanding me and giving me the freedom to act out my fantasies, fulfilling this need in me.”
Upon leaving the Glass Slipper parking lot, I reinforced my position on our relationship. “Sandy, this is the absolute limit I am willing to go to accommodate your needs. Any deviation from the way this is set up, and the way it has been explained to you by both myself and Bruno, will mean immediate termination of this agreement. I will drive you to and from the Glass Slipper, no exceptions. There will be no liaisons or further ‘nights out’. We will reaffirm each other as husband and wife when we return home each Saturday and Sunday morning. We must never keep secrets from each other, no matter how small they may seem. I need your solemn, unbreakable promise now.”
“Mike, I swear I will follow all the rules to the letter, no exceptions.”
“Maybe we should grab supper here in Kingston so we don’t have to rush home, eat, and rush back here again. Does Amadeus sound good?”
Sandy smiled, saying, “Yes, Amadeus is very good.”
We spent a relaxing supper, enjoying the good German food, beer, and wine. The ambience there was nice, conducive to casual conversation, which we took full advantage of before it was time to leave. I drove Sandy to the back entrance of the ‘Slipper, escorted her to the door, and passed her to the huge man who responded to our knock.
He held Sandy in place as he turned to me and said, “My name’s Jeff, I’m pleased to meet you, Mike. I will be receiving Sandy here every evening and returning her to you at the end of her shift. Rest assured, I will be watching over her for you.”
“Thanks, Jeff, that’s very reassuring for me,” I replied.
I turned and went back out to my car, opened my laptop, and began work on the framework for a new control system I was developing. My work was still claiming my full attention when a text alerted me to be ready for my wife’s return. I exited the car and made my way to the back door.
A green LED lit up on the camera over the door. A minute later, Jeff opened the door, did a quick visual recon, then beckoned behind him. Sandy emerged and put her arm through mine as we walked back to the car under Jeff’s watchful eye. We waved to him as we headed home. Sandy snuggled up to me and put her head on my shoulder.
“I don’t want details, but were you able to satisfy your desires?” I asked hesitantly.
Sandy looked up at me with shining eyes. “It was everything I could have hoped for.”
“So it will continue to work for us going forward? It will fulfill your needs?” I asked quietly.
“Yes, my love, you’ve done very well. All my needs will be met, except I need my loving husband to reclaim me as soon as we get home.” She kissed my cheek, and we lapsed into a comfortable silence as she lay her head on my shoulder.
In the silence, Sandy reviewed the events of the afternoon and evening in her mind, beginning with Bruno leading her back to his office.
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Bruno opened the door for her and ushered her through, taking a seat on the corner of his desk. “Your husband tells me you are a good dancer. Dancing erotically is a little different from regular dancing. Show me a complete striptease, make me want you.”
Sandy was expecting this and had practised at home in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, experimenting with expression and body language until she felt she was maximizing the eroticism her body could portray. She started with a slow twirl with her arms in the air, then sliding them down her body with a shimmy, to framing and gripping her ass, before bringing her arms up to lift her breasts then grip them, fingers splayed. She lowered her arms, caressing her body as they crossed, and lifted her blouse from underneath to lift it over her head and toss it aside.
Holding one bra cup, she released her bra with the other hand, bringing it around to the other cup. Turning away from Bruno as she peered at him with a smile from over her shoulder, she slipped the straps down and off. She turned back, released the cups, and lowered her arms in front. The bra slid off to be tossed to land with her blouse. Bending slightly with her hands on her knees she swayed her tits for him between her elbows, her nipples noticeably hard.
She straightened up, running her hands down her sides, then around her body like a lover as she rotated her hips lewdly. She turned away again, looking at him from under her lashes as she slowly ran the zipper of her skirt down. Her mouth formed an ‘O’ as if she just realized it was loose, then smiled and slid it down her legs and off. She bent down to touch the floor, her legs wide to give him an unobstructed view of the drenched thong silhouetting her pussy. She straightened again, closed her legs, and ran her left hand down the back inside her thong, sliding the front of the thong down with her right, then kicking it off.
She was fully naked now, with her hands over her pussy and ass. She lifted her fingers to show him her ass then turned, lifting her fingers to show him her pussy. Slowly, she slid two fingers inside her cunt, scooping her copious juices out. She looked him in the eyes as she raised her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.
Bruno had been mesmerized during her show, but blinked and came to as she collected her clothes and redressed.
“You’re hired,” he said, “Let me show you around the main club, then the VIP area. I’ll introduce you to the staff and go over the rules. By the way, your stage name will be Blue Orchid. I’ll get the costume manager to put a wardrobe together for you.” Once she had been given the tour and met the staff, Bruno took her back to his office.
Bruno began the run-down. “Sandy, this is a private members' club with two tiers of membership. The ‘Basic’ tier allows members into the main club area, which has the bar, tables, and stage that you saw as you entered. You and the girls are responsible for three or more fifteen-minute strip shows a night in there. The restriction is that you can only strip to your underwear, strictly no nudity, and the audience is prohibited from touching you. Tips may be thrown on the stage or tucked into the clothing you may offer. It’s all yours at the conclusion of your show.”
He glanced at her to gauge her reaction, then continued, “The ‘Premium’ tier gets members into the VIP area. You and the girls are responsible for four full-nude, twenty-minute shows a night there. Again, any tips thrown on the stage are yours to keep. In the VIP room, the audience can touch you, but not your sensitive parts. The guys police things closely in both areas, so don’t worry about that. In general, members know the rules and abide by them.”
Bruno paused, then said, “Premium members also have access to a pay-for-play ticket system. This allows them scheduled private time of half an hour or one hour in one of the lounge rooms with a girl of their choosing. There are a limited number of time slots per girl, per night, which gives the girls time to perform their shows and meet the members' needs. We have video cameras and microphones everywhere in the VIP area to ensure strict compliance with the rules. Do you have any questions?”
“Just one,” Sandy said, “Do the staff get freebies with the girls?”
Bruno answered quickly in the negative. “No. Staff, which includes me, are forbidden members’ VIP privileges. Staff are here for the security of the establishment and the absolute safety of the girls. Any involvement with the girls could jeopardize their roles and the reputation of the establishment. Is that everything?”
Sandy smiled coyly and replied in the affirmative.
“In that case, I’ll text your husband and call Jeff to escort you out. We’ll see you again no later than 7:30. Jeff is responsible for security at the back door and will answer your knock.”
Mike delivered me to Jeff at the back door of the ‘Slipper after supper. Once inside, I headed backstage to watch the other girls perform on the Basic and Premium stages. This way, I had a better idea of what to expect and hopefully build off some of their moves. I was glad to see some moves I could integrate into my act. As one of the girls, Marla, finished her show, I introduced myself and accompanied her to the main dressing room.
Marla introduced me to the costume director, Doris. Doris queried me about my show routine, then took me back to select one of the costumes Bruno had requested to enhance my act. She helped me to change, showing me how to quickly release each article of clothing. She warned me to pile them toward the back of the stage so they wouldn’t be taken as a trophy by an overzealous patron.
Doris stepped back, perusing my appearance with a practised eye. After a minute or two, she nodded and said, “You’ll do. You should get going, you’re due on stage in ten minutes.”
I glanced nervously at the clock, noting how quickly time had flown by, then headed to the Basic stage for my first performance. I hovered at the backstage entrance until I heard the announcer doing my intro.
“Now, Gents, the wait is over. Here for her first time at the ‘Slipper. Get ready to blow your wads! Please welcome Bluuueee Orchiiiddd!”
There was a thunderous applause as I high-stepped out from behind the curtain. I strutted to the pole, put my back to it with my hands high, then sank down, spreading my legs wide. My thong stretched tight across my pussy for all the men to see, my bra raising my tits exposing a titillating view of underboob. I lowered my hand to my crotch sliding my finger up and down my thong-enclosed slit. With a sultry look I raised the finger to my lips and sucked the length into my mouth. I let the digit linger as I caught the eye of each man in the front.
Unbridled lust met my gaze on every face, igniting my own desires. I turned back to the pole, moving to the other side, so I was facing the audience with the pole between us. I jumped up a couple of feet, spreading my tits around the pole. Holding my feet straight out, I slid down to the floor then humped the pole like a long-lost lover, lust illuminating my face, my body spasming as I felt an impending orgasm.
I stood and swung around the pole, divesting my costume as I went, leaving me in bra and thong. I climbed back up the pole, twirled with one arm and knee on the pole, then let go with my arm and slowly lowered my upper body to a fully inverted hang. Loosening my knee grip I slowly sank back to the floor, kneading my tits and stroking my body as I went.
I moved to the edge of the stage, dropping to all fours. I shimmied my tits and ass for every man around the perimeter, collecting bills as I went. My songs ended, and I threw kisses out to the audience. I was awarded a standing ovation as I left the stage to head back to my next performance on the premier stage.
In the dressing room, I met Doris, who showed me my makeup desk and wardrobe closet. “You’ve got 20 minutes to freshen up and change for your next show on the Premium stage. There’s a cash box with a lock for your tips in the bottom of the closet, hustle up, girl.”
I freshened up my face, dried my dripping pussy and changed into my themed Blue Orchid costume. As I headed for the Premium backstage entrance, I passed Marla, who gave me a thumbs up and a “Go get ‘em, girl.”
I parted the curtains after my welcome announcement and slow-strutted onto the stage. I made sure to time long, slow strokes with my hands, down my thighs, and back up to my breasts in time with my steps. I stepped up to the pole and squeezed my tits around it, then raised and lowered them while licking the pole as in a titty fuck. I shivered a little as I felt a small orgasm go through me from the hungry looks the audience was giving me.
I repeated the fingering move from the Basic stage, only sliding my finger under my thong and inside my soaking cunt. The tasting move was real this time, and the men were licking their lips as I double-dipped, holding their eyes.
I stood and swung around the pole, sweeping the outer shell of my costume off to reveal my dark blue bra and thong. As before, I jumped up a couple of feet, twirled with one arm and leg wrapped around the pole, and lowered my torso to a fully inverted hang. Unclipping my bra, I held it in place on my breasts as I reached up with my other hand, allowing me to release my legs and stand.
I moved a few paces toward the edge of the stage and turned my back. I offered a smoky half-lidded gaze over my shoulder as I released one breast from the bra cup, then over the other shoulder to release my other breast. I swept the bra away and to the back of the stage as I turned to face the crowd, my fingers covering my nipples. Slowly, I opened the fingers of both hands to reveal my ample areolae, my nipples hard bullets straining out from them.
I stooped to my hands and knees, my breasts swinging lazily as I crawled to the edge of the stage. I leaned as far forward and up as I could to give the men in the front row a closeup of my tits. I then flattened and rolled to repeat the move around the periphery of the stage to the gleeful moans and cries of the men seated there.
I returned to the pole, leaning back against it, facing the audience. I hooked the fingers of both hands under the side of my thong, alternately pushing it down and raising it again. Then I pushed one hand down the front, over my pussy, and used my other to release the thong completely and throw it on the pile at the back of the stage. I slowly spread my legs, and my fingers, until my cunt was fully exposed. The audience erupted, standing and clapping, moving forward as one to get a closer look. The overwhelming sexual tension in the room caused me to orgasm again, my pussy clearly leaking as I spasmed.
I crawled to the front again, only this time I turned on my side with one leg raised for the men in the front row again, then a backward somersault to raise my other leg for the men. I repeated this all around the stage, making sure everyone was fully engaged.
Just then, I realized my songs were ending. I stood and walked the periphery of the stage, blowing kisses and thanking as many as I could, money raining on the surrounding stage. Gathering the money, I turned before passing through the curtain to find a standing ovation. I threw one final kiss and left the stage.
