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Writer: Regis
Subject: HIGH DANGER, PRETEND OR REAL?
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
High Danger, Pretend or Real?
When I was a kid, my mom warned me to never become a dancer, but because I liked it so much, and even when small had some great moves, she let me take jazz dance lessons. The teachers were real pros, with Broadway experience and all that shit, everythin’, and as I grew up, I got really good!
Now I’m already 18. I bin workin’ steady in strip clubs since I was 14, so I got my own place, with three other girls who work in the same club! They’re only just waitresses who sling beer wearin’ only heels, ‘cause they’re only twelve, an’ they have to take tips tucked into their bare shaved pussies by the customers, but I’m a solo dancer, with my own act!
They call me a Pole Dancer. Actually, technically I’m a lap dancer, ridin’ bareback on guys’ rigid cum-spurtin’ poles, up my cunt an’ bum, but callin’ me a pole dancer sounds a bit risqué, don’t you think?
One at a time the guys climb up onto the bar and lie on their back with their dick stickin’ out, and they stroke it until it gets stiff and everythin’, and sticks straight up! I dance over them, havin’ fun, threatening to pee on their face, which I sometimes do, and then I move back and lower myself over them until the head of their dick pushes my pussy lips apart.
That gets me moist from their slick white dribble. I think they call that shit smegma, or somethin’ as stupid. Then I put my weight onto them so that their stiff prick slides right up me, ‘til I feel it kissin’ my cervix in the back, an’ then I pole dance up and down on them ‘til I can feel them ready to ejaculate!
Then I pull off them real fast so they spurt in the air, and their cum drops back onto them, instead of in me! I don’t want their seed inside me, ’cause I don’t needs to grow no big belly, but a few of them are quick, which is why my belly’s gettin’ big now! I think I could still work and everything, but that would be obscene, and I know for a fact the boss wouldn’t like it.
Suzie, the other solo dancer, got knocked up before me, an’ kept workin’ like I did while she grew this humungous belly! She got fired, sort of, when she got to 8 and a half months. I say sort of because the boss got her a job at the D-Ring Casino, like he sort of sold her rights to them! Suzie thought it was cool, like some sort of promotion or somethin’!
They’ve got a special solo job for her, because their gamblers want to watch her birthing, and bet on the color and sex of her sprog, and how long it takes her to get it out, with her arms tied up over her head! It might sound nasty to you, but she wanted to be a star, and hey, that’s Show Business!
Durin’ my performances here, 3 or 4 times a night guys shoot early and get me, seedin’ me before I can get them out, but hey, there’s always some risk to every job, right? Suzie wants out, ’cause she found out D-Ring only does rough birthing, which means for some stupid reason, she gets beat up while she’s droppin’ the sprog.
They make her go ahead with it anyway, because they already paid her a non-refundable deposit, and all the customers paid good money to watch a naked pregnant cunt pop her pup. You could say they got her by the short hairs, but I’ve seen her act, and she don’t have any, her fuck slit’s clean as a baby’s!
I’m quitting this job next Saturday! A D-Ring recruiter was in and liked my act, and hired me to do a special team knife-dance in their ring at the Casino, and I start trainin’ next Monday. The team dance will be Thursday night, if you can make it, an’ wanna see me cuttin’ up some other naked cunts.
The recruiter told me the knives are real sharp, so it will be a bit risky, but hey, I know how to dance naked without hurtin’ myself! Anyway, I’ve got to go ahead with it, because they gave me a non-refundable deposit too! He told me the gang knife dancing sport is really popular at D-Ring.
Every time they do it, there are really bad accidents, but the pay is terrific! We have to pretend to fight or something weird, which is why we have to rehearse. They give us dull knives for rehearsal, just to be sure nobody gets herself hurt. It should be fun, and I can really be mean in a fight, no kiddin’, like totally out of control! If we actually have to hurt or cut one of the other girls, it’s okay with me; I can handle that!
With a really sharp knife I could cut deep, and she’d hardly feel it or anythin’, like slice off a thick tit-steak or somethin’! I’m a professional lap dancer, so I’m pregnant, with a real belly on me, but so are the other cunts they’ve entered, and not all of them are real professionals, like me! Also, I understand there’s always some kinda risk, right?
I gotta tell ya, lovin’ risk is what makes me such a fuckin’ hot naked sex dancer! Mom’d likely be proud to see me at work, naked in just heels, in front of a screamin’ fuckin’ crowd!
THE END