Reno Runaway (Nevada Bad Boys 3)

I started unbuttoning my blouse, fumbling with each button as my fingers pushed them through the hole. It was a lot easier to take off my clothes in my head. Actually doing it with the leering eyes of the rather disgusting man in front of me focused directly on my chest made my stomach sour. I finally got my blouse off and dropped it on the couch next to my purse. My nervous fingers reached behind my back and started to unfasten my bra. I had never exposed myself to a man before. Scott was always a gentleman and turned away whenever I

needed to change my clothes. I finished unfastening my bra and swallowed hard as I let the straps slide down my arms.

“Those look delicious.” Mr. Carson chuckled and puffed his cigar once my breasts were exposed to him. “All right, let me see your cunt, but make it slow. I want my cock to be throbbing before those panties come off.”

Mr. Carson rubbed his crotch and squeezed the outline of his penis. I felt my stomach try to do a somersault and every bit of my breakfast tried to hurl itself through my esophagus. I managed to swallow and stop myself from vomiting, but I felt my head start to spin. I needed the job. As much as it destroyed every bit of my dignity to take my clothes off for a stranger, I didn’t feel like I had much of a choice. I wasn’t welcome back home. My family had disowned me. The only friend I had left in Georgia said that Scott’s father had delivered a fiery sermon that turned the rest of the town against me. She was certain I would be burned at the stake if I showed my face there again.

“Get on with it.” Mr. Carson puffed his cigar until it was glowing bright. “This is supposed to be quick. You won’t have the stage for long. Most of that time needs to be spent showing off your cunt so people throw money at you.”

I started slowly moving my hips from side to side, matching the beat of the music I could still hear through the walls of his office. My youth was spent in ballet and I loved all forms of dancing. Scott and I spent countless hours downloading videos and practicing different dances in my living room. The ones with very little contact were his favorite, but I did convince him to try a few that required him to put his hands on my body. I never thought that would lead to stripping, nor did I think it would end up being the only thing that could potentially pay my bills.

“There we go.” Mr. Carson nodded as I slid my jeans down my hips. “Show me that beautiful ass.”

He licked his lips when my jeans got down to my knees. I turned away from him and bent over, continuing to match the beat of the music with my motions. I slid off my shoes and turned back towards him with a quick spin. I might not have liked what I was doing, but I did have a few moves. I showed them off as I kicked my jeans to the side and bent over so he could see my ass against the outline of my panties. He nodded and a grin formed on his lips. I took a few steps back, teased removing my panties, and then pulled my hands away.

“Okay, maybe you do know what you’re doing.” He puffed on his cigar and started rubbing himself slowly.

I moved closer to him and I could see a clear outline of his erection pushed against his pants. His fingers ran along the length several times and he seemed almost mesmerized. The sick feeling in my stomach returned for a moment, but I fought it off and bent over again. I slid my fingers into the waistband of my panties and pushed them halfway down my ass, letting them stay there for a moment as I moved to the music. I took a deep breath and slowly pushed them down until I could feel the air on my vagina. I stood up and gravity did the rest, sending them to the floor. Mr. Carson nodded as I turned back towards him.

“Okay, if you can get me hard, then you’ll be a hit out there. You’re going to need to shave your pussy, though. I can’t see anything through that bush. I trust you’re at least eighteen or have a fake ID that says you are?” He stood up and walked closer to me. “I don’t give a shit, but I don’t need the cops shutting me down.”

“Yes.” I nodded in confirmation. “I’m eighteen.”

“Good.” He smiled and walked to the couch. “Then you’re old enough to give me a lap dance.”

“I just wanted to stay on the stage.” I swallowed hard as he sat down and spread his legs wide.

“Yeah, that isn’t how it works, sweetheart. The customers see what they like up there and then they pay extra to have you all to themselves. If you can’t grind their balls, then you aren’t working here.” He leaned over and stabbed out his cigar in an ashtray. “It’s up to you.”

“No, I need this job.” I swallowed the bile trying to rise up in my esophagus.

“Normally you’d have your clothes on, but we can skip that part and you can just come sit on Daddy’s lap.” He patted his knee and smiled. “The faster you make me cum, the faster you can get out there and start earning tips.”

“I have to—make you cum?” I blinked and my eyes widened in shock.

“You don’t have to fuck anybody while you work here unless you want to, but you’re going to grind that ass on their dick until they stop paying.” He rubbed his penis through his pants again and adjusted it until it was pointed towards his abdomen and pressed against the fabric. “Do you want this job or not?”

As revolting as the idea was, I did need the money. My morality had already been compromised and my dignity was a becoming a memory of the person I was. I walked over, straddled him, and slowly started to grind myself against his erection. I had never felt one before. Scott had definitely never gotten one that I was aware of when were together. When I started to move against it, I felt my clitoris getting stimulated from the contact. I moaned lightly and closed my eyes, trying my best to make the experience end as quickly as possible. I wasn’t attracted to Mr. Carson in any way, but my body didn’t seem to care. The rubbing still made me wet, just like it did when I secretly pleasured myself.

“Turn around and grind it with your ass, not your cunt. This is for them, not you.” Mr. Carson shook his head back and forth. “You’ve never given anyone a lap dance, have you?”

“No.” I sighed and turned around on his lap. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ll let you watch some of the other girls to understand how it works before I turn you loose with a customer.” He pulled my hips down until his erection was in the crevice of my ass. “Feel that? That’s what you’re going for. Tease them with your tits, finish them with the ass.”

I started to grind again, slowly moving my ass along the length of his cock. It seemed to get even harder and throbbed as I did. There was no more stimulation on my clitoris from that angle, so it just turned into work instead of pleasure. He didn’t seem to care, because he was getting exactly what he wanted. The lap dance didn’t last long. The faster I moved, the more he moaned, and after a few minutes, I felt his cock start to pulsate. His breathing got hurried and then he gasped, rolling forward as he ejaculated in his pants. I immediately stood up and started gathering my clothes, feeling like a disgusting whore.

“You’ll do just fine.” He smiled and stood up. “Let’s go pick out some music for you.”

Chapter 2: Cody

“You’re an asshole.” The beautiful blonde that had just taken my load on her tits rolled to the edge of the bed and started wiping my cum on the sheets.

“Nobody spends the night. Sorry.” I sat up and reached for my pack of cigarettes. “I don’t really cuddle.”

“You said you liked me!” She stood and started grabbing her clothes.

“I like everyone.” I chuckled and lit a cigarette. “Especially when they’re taking my dick.”