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Private Dancer I

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This story takes place in Munich Germany, at an establishment called the Pink Pussy~. This place is a "very private" club that caters to a special clientele.

Socially and sexually sophisticated jet-setters visit this private club whenever they might be in town. There are other places like the Pink Pussy~ around the world, but none quite as entertaining as this particular place.

Gretchen is a Private Dancer. She's had many experiences in her young life, but the one she des-

cribes here, is one of her favorites. Gretchen was born in Eastern Germany in a small hamlet called Hetzobaden, and grew up in the authoritarian society there. So when the Berlin wall fell, she was one of the first people to leave. She gravitated to Berlin, and became an exotic dancer because of her outstanding looks. Soon she found that she had more money than she'd ever thought possible. She was a 'very' talented dancer, and in great demand.

After a year or so of dancing in clubs around Berlin, Gretchen got the opportunity to make really big money in one of the private sex clubs in Munich. And today she is a private dancer at the best one. Her act is fascinating to watch. . . I think I'll let her tell the story now.

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I met Kristen and Kathy last year at the Pink Pussy~ sex club. I had been working there for almost 6 months at the time, and I remember seeing them walk into the bar area and sit down to have a drink or conversation. It was unusual to see women on their own at a place like the Pink Pussy~. It usually meant they were gay. But this couple didn't look that way to me, and believe me I can usually tell.

I was in the middle of my act on stage when they came in and couldn't see them that well, but the thing that struck me was that they seemed too young to be there, and the one with almost white blonde hair had a magnetism for me, I just couldn't take my eyes off her, well not until Kurt jammed his big wennie into my mouth that is.

At that point I lost track of the two girls. I had only been on stage for about 20 minutes and we were about to start the really wilds stuff. The act was very popular with the customers, and I had a lot to do. I had to concentrate because it's not easy taking some-

thing that big all the way to the hilt. Kurt began to thrust his big dick into my mouth, and I went into my act - I let him push me back onto the floor of the stage, and he began to penetrate me mouth as deeply as he would any other woman's vagina.

Believe me when I say it, taking a mans erect penis all the way to the hilt, into ones throat, takes a certain talent. Most women can not do this, no matter how hard they try. The gag reflex is a very hard thing to circumvent. But this was part of our act.

So Kurt was pumping himself in and out of my throat, and in was massaging his big heavy balls. The act required us to look as though we were people from the audience who went up on stage to have sex in front of the crowd. Many of the audience would follow us as the evening wore on. But we were some of the first to do it.

I always like exhibiting myself to a crowd. I am proud of my body, and work hard to keep it just right.

(I have enclosed my picture with this story. It's the one that Kristen and Kathy saw displayed inside the private lobby, that is behind the regular night-club.

They show all of our pictures so the people won't be upset if they notice that we are not really just one of the crowd. You'll like my picture, it's my favorite one.)

As Kurt started to get excited, and I can always tell when that happens, he began to pump my throat harder, then as planed, at the last moment he pulled out and sprayed me with a healthy load of his sperm. My thing is to try and catch it in my mouth as he kneels at my side and jerks his wanger wildly about. It's al-

ways very messy, and the audience loves it, they were already on their feet cheering us on.

Kurt's such a good boy, I really can't imagine too many men who would be able to come two or three times a night in front of a crowd of people. I think if I were a man, I'd get so blasé about sex, that I'd have a hard time ejaculating. Well maybe not, because I do get to orgasm many times on stage, and I've been doing this for a while.

As Kurt finished his masturbation show, and low-

ered his beautiful firm body onto mine, rubbing his sperm between our bodies, I was able to look out into the audience again. Of course I was pretending to be totally over-come with passion, as Kurt lowered his big penis down between my legs. As he held his still hard shaft at my pussy-lips - I rolled my eyes and grunted as he thrust into me, falling heavily on top of me.

While he was thrusting into me, I was able to look at the audience, and could see the two girls again.

They had moved to a table toward the front. (The management always gives the attractive women ring-side tables, go figure.) And the young blonde was watching us intently. Her friend looked like she was much more experienced, and wasn't watching as closely, she looked like she was sizing up the men in the room.

Kurt finally went into his orgasm act, and I with him. He started to pound into me, and I wrapped my legs around his bottom and started to meet his thrusts.

I was really starting to enjoy his cock thrusts, he could be a real machine after his first orgasm of the night. He started to grunt loudly, pretending to come in me, and I knew he was going to call it quits before I got myself off, so I grabbed him and rolled on top.

There was no way he was going to leave me in one of those needy places I thought.

I started to ride Kurt as if he were one of those mechanical bulls you see in some of those fake western night clubs. I was really enjoying myself now.

As I rode Kurt's cock I looked down at the girl and could see she was right there with me. She was holding here breath, and you could tell that nothing else was penetrating her consciousness, it was as if I was per-

forming for her alone.

She looked so sexy, looking up at me with that innocent lust in her eyes, I felt myself getting so excited that an orgasm began to rise up within my body, almost without my knowing it. As I came on Kurt's big dick, as my body shook in it's mindless orgasmic state, I looked into the young girls eyes, and we connected.

She was there with me, it was wonderful.

Of course Kurt being the consummate professional came right along with me, and our show reached a sexual height that most couples just dream about. We finally collapsed into a sweating, sticky heap, breathing like a couple of blacksmith bellows. Finally I stood up and so did Kurt, and we gave our signature smiles to every-

one as we pranced off the stage to the side exit.

"Well, that was wonderful, Kurt, thank you. You always surprise me with your technique, just when I think I'll have to pretend, you get me horny."

Kurt smiled, and in his Bavarian accent said, "Gretchen, your just too hot to pretend, that's why I like to perform with you. You're always my first choice. . . Well off to the showers, we've got two hours before we're on again." And with that he walked naked down the hall with his magnificent wanger swaying in front of him.

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You might think with all the sex we get that we'd become blasé about it, but you'd be wrong. Sure, as far as being naked around people, you get used to that, but having sex in front of people is always a turn-on. Suddenly remembering my little blonde, I hurried to my dressing room and took a quick shower.

The time between shows was our own. We could kick back and relax, or we can go out into the crowd, and maybe do a little private dancing.

Private dancing is were the huge money was. A talented girl, or guy for that matter, can make a lot in one night. I once got a 10 grand fee for only about 20 minutes work, but that's unusual, though I keep my eyes pealed for those rich Arabs now.

But really, my normal take every night is around 2 to 3 thousand, not counting the money I get from the club. That's taxable, the rest isn't. At any rate it will serve to tell you my state of mind when I tell you that I wasn't thinking about private dancing at that moment. I was thinking about that little blonde out in the audience.

As I finished my shower and douche, I looked around for something appropriate to ware. I picked out a french T, which is nothing more that a silk dress, that could have been the normal girls T-shirt. But as I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think that most women would be scared stiff to ware something as revealing as this in public. It showed every curve, and plain of my body. I think it even shows the little goose bumps around my aureoles through the material. After admiring my body for a moment longer, I bounced enthusiastically out the door and into the main room, to see my new potential playmates.

I wasn't sure if they had stayed, but was hope-

ful. I kept remembering that look in the younger girls eyes. And yes! There they were. I could see them talk-

ing and giggling about something. For just a second, I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't know if they would welcome my intrusion, but I really wanted to meet them, especially the blonde girl, she intrigued me so. I bucked up my courage, and walked over to their table, ignoring all the usual offers from the customers.

"Hello, my name is Gretchen, can I sit with you for a moment?" They both looked up at me. The older one just smiled, but the younger girl looked startled, and it appeared to me that she shivered in fear. . . but maybe it was my imagination.

"Why of course, we loved your show. . . we were just talking about you." The older girl said. She was an American, I thought they might be. For some reason Americans stick out in Europe, I guess Europeans pro-

bably do the same there. The older girl continued, "My name is Kathy, and this is Kristen. I can't tell you how sexy you looked up there."

"Thank you, coming from such a good looking mem-

ber of our gender, I consider that an important comple-

ment. Have you been here before?"

"No, we're in Germany for the International fig-

ure skating competitions in Nuremberg, and had a few days on our own, and well, I've heard of this place, and just had to visit while we had the chance." Kathy rushed her words together in excitement.

"And you, what do you think of the night?" I looked closely at the other girl, and was still as in-

trigued as the first time I had seen her. She looked so innocent, but I could tell there was some kind of kin-

dred spirit lurking behind those big blue eyes. I con-

tinued to sit there looking at her, as the silence stretched out between us, then finally, she started, as if she'd been shocked by electricity, and her beautiful young face began to flush a very inviting pink.

"I. . . I . . .I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare at you, it's just that I. . . I don't really know what you said. I was so caught up in you, that I wasn't hearing anything. I'm really very sorry, please forgive me. . ."

"My lovely little friend, I forgive you anything please do not be sorry, I have also enjoyed looking at you. I smiled at her, hoping that things would go as I had planed them. But I hadn't known that they were American's before, I would have if I'd given it any consideration, and we all know how prudish American's are, But I felt I still might make a new friend if I put a little effort into it.

By now there was another couple on the stage.

These were amateurs, but I had to admit they looked pretty good undressed. "Kristen, you didn't answer me, are you enjoying yourself this evening?"

"Oh yes, I didn't think I would, but Kathy talk-

ed me into coming, and I can't begin to tell you what a sexy thing this place is." She said this with such en-

thusiasm, it charmed me to the heart.

"What did you think of Kurt and I on stage?"

"I have never been as turned-on in my life. I never thought that sex could be so, so, sexy before.

You almost made me want to join in." Kristen giggled nervously as she said the last sentence. That was my queue - what a lovely girl to offer me such a chance.

"Kristen, Kathy, would you like to perform for the audience?" I looked at both girls, and I thought that they truly would make excellent performers. I think that maybe it was their Ice skating that made their bodies so shapely, I could tell that they would look good, but would they do it?

Kristen said, "Oh no, I could never do that, honest, I'd die of embarrassment. You do it Kathy, you would be wonderful."

"Kristen is a virgin, that's why she's being so shy. But I have to agree, I wasn't thinking about per-

forming or anything like that, I just wanted to see some hot sex stuff." Kathy looked a little nervous, but I noticed a glint in her eyes.

"A pretty girl like you? still a virgin? It's hard for me to believe this, how old are you Kristen?"

"I was 18 last February, and I guess I'm weird, but between school and trying to be a professional skater I haven't had a lot of time for dating, and boys and things. . . and I don't need to be ridiculed about it." Kristen shot a withering glance at her friend.

"I didn't mean to do that Kristen, honest I did-

n't. I just thought there was some kind of connection between us, and thought you would like to perform. It could be just you and me. . . and Kathy too, if she would. . .? You know you won't be here that long, and this might be your only chance to do it. Many women do it here, just once, it is an unusual chance to let one-

self go, just once in a life time. You might find that it is as wonderful, as it looked. And I don't just ask anyone you know."

"I don't want to get pregnant or take the chance of having it happen. I admit that the whole thing ex-

cites me, but there are diseases and the pregnancy thing, it's just out of the question." Kristen said this with the cutest firmness in her voice, it made me smile.

"Sweety, I wouldn't let anything happen to you.

Just so you know, the professionals who perform her make as much as $600,000 a year, and wouldn't want to get pregnant, or contract some kind of decease. Kurt has had a vasectomy, and couldn't make his own mother pregnant. But I was thinking about just us girls. Come on Kristen, give it some thought. I can see us up there I know the crowd would go wild to see you." I noticed that Kathy seemed to be thinking about what I had just said.

I remembered my first time. I wasn't a virgin or anything, but it was a great thrill. To get up in front of 50 people and have sex with someone makes the heart pound like nothing else. I still remember that first time, I just let it happen to me. I just responded to his touch, and let him do anything he wanted to me. I think I had more orgasms that night than I ever had be-

fore or since. It was like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. I said, "Kristen, you will never have better sex than with me, I guarantee it to you. You don't have to do anything - let me take you through it.

And Kathy, I know you would love it, please what do you say. Our show will be starting within the hour, and I'd just love to include you two."

Kathy looked a little glazed eyed, but said, "Sure why not. I think I really wanted to do it all the time, come on Kristen lets do it, it'll be fun, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to up there.

I've seen you in the shower at practice, and I can tell you that you have nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a once in a life time experience, and if we don't do it, we'll always wonder whet it would have been like."

"Kathy! I can't believe you said that! Kristen said with shock in her voice.

I could tell that Kristen usually went along with her friend if pressure was applied, and I really wanted to have sex with this girl. So I pushed just a little more, "Kristen, this will be a fling for you In a few days you'll be going home to America, where there is nothing like this. It's perfectly safe, with profes-

sionals, and believe me when I say it will be a memory that will stay with you for the rest of your life."

"Well. . . I don't know. . . I've never even im-

agined doing anything like this before." Kristen's re-

solve was breaking down, I could see it. I looked at Kathy, nodding toward her friend in a silent appeal.

Kathy got the idea and piped up, "Come on Krissy, let's do it, I dare you to. I'll do it if you do, come on."

"Well. . . I guess it would be something really different, but I don't have the faintest idea what to do?"

I jumped up with a slight thrill running through my body, "Follow me ladies, I'll take you back stage, and we'll go over the performance." And with that I took the girl's by the hand, and we quickly left the front room. I noticed some of the more experienced cus-

tomers eyeing the girls, leaning their heads together to discuss the possibilities, knowing that they had been talked into doing a performance.

Continued in part two. . .

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