Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
Cherise translates Monet's insane ramblings. "Unlike Monet, I don't eat pussy." I kind of don't think she does. "I just like hanging out, having a drink, and treating the guys who work with me to a good time." Then she leans in my ear. "And after she gets you warmed up, I'll take you someplace and fuck you senseless."
I lick my lips and turn to Brooklyn. "How much for VIP?" I down my drink, kiss Cherise, and head off to VIP with Brooklyn, whipping out $500 for the privilege. I walk a bit behind Brooklyn, who's wearing black stockings and shiny heeled shoes, and watch her ass shake in her bottoms - bikini cut at this point with a matching black bra.
I crack a smile as we saunter back to the VIP area as I get a glance at all I get to look forward to. Getting a little anxious, I lean into her and whisper, "I hope you don't mind if I touch."
Brooklyn gives me a bit of a shocked look. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
As we enter the VIP area, I reach down a bit - and grab her ass with my right hand. I half expect her to turn around and slap me and end up getting thrown out by two bouncers who are collectively three times my size. But today's my lucky day - she drops her bottoms, exposing a black g-string reminiscent of the ones Cherise wears. Her ass is amazing - not as full and round as Cherise's, but still full of bounce and very nice.
She sits me down, undoing some of my shirt buttons, and drops her bra to the floor, revealing a perfect pair of breasts that she doesn't mind shaking for me. Then, wasting no more time, she climbs in my lap and looks me right in the eyes.
"I'm about to blow your mind," she says softly, as I look her over and she gets right to work, rubbing her hands underneath my shirt.
Needless to say, my shirt doesn't stay buttoned - or on - for very long. Brooklyn soon has her smooth, sexy hands all over my chest as she raises her bare chest to eye-level for me. I want so badly to put my mouth all over those beautiful breasts but decide to restrain myself.
She kisses my chest as I start to feel up her bare breasts, squeezing them easily. She looks me in the eyes as I feel her up and reaches her hand in my lap - the next words out of her mouth are, "You seem to be enjoying yourself." She's right on more than one front - I'm hard as a rock.
She switches positions, placing her round, sexy ass in my lap, grinding it against my erect cock. She flips her hair back and looks me over, whispering, "I hope your girl can handle all this."
"You think you could handle it all?" I flippantly reply, working my cock against her ass-crack.
"Baby, you're huge," she answers, "But I can take it all."
"I bet you could," I fire back, continuing to grind against her, enjoying the feel of her voluptuous ass against my lap, my cock in a state of eager ecstasy needing to fuck. But even as Brooklyn works her magic on me, I know better than to take this any farther than a lap dance - she's sexy as hell, but I have a sexy friend waiting to fuck me back in the main room.
Brooklyn doesn't seem to be mindful of this, though, and after a little while longer of teasing my cock, she reaches down and undoes my belt; naturally, I don't resist her. Soon, all that remains between me and fucking Brooklyn is my boxers and a skimpy g-string in the way - which she seductively pulls aside for a moment as if to show me she's more than willing.
And then the music changes - go figure. And she reaches down for her bra - but then twirls it in her hand. "I could go farther," she taunts. "You know, if you have the cash."
I look around - I can still see the main floor from here, and there are two dancers on stage, both topless. The night is still young, and there are other dancers, though finding one who's my type may be a challenge. Spending more time with Brooklyn may be my best bet.
That is, if I'm looking to fuck a stripper. I'm not.
I zip up my pants and reach down to my shirt, putting it back on despite a disappointed look from Brooklyn.
"So, that's a no then?" she asks. "It's a shame. I'd fuck you even for free."
"I'm sure you would," I reply, somewhat firmly. "It's not about that. You understand I have the best woman alive out there in a booth waiting for me to fuck her."
I dress myself, rise up, and kiss the still-topless Brooklyn on the cheek. "Thanks for a great time," I tell her as I stroll away, headed back to the main floor.
I zero in on Cherise, who's still there with Michelle, and I lock eyes with her. She finishes off her drink, something different from her previous selection, and gets up to approach me.
I embrace her and she kisses me on the cheek, clearly thrilled to see me. "That was incredible," I whisper in her ear. "She was thrilling. But not as thrilling as you. I don't care where we have to go; I want to fuck you right now. I hope you're ready to go."
"Damn right I am," she answers. "I'll take you out back."
Wait - out back? Is she seriously telling me she's going to let me fuck her in an alley? Or whatever is out back? Is this even-will we get in trouble? I guess the better question is, does it even matter?
"Let's go," I whisper back, and we walk out the front door, hand in hand, grinning as I think about just how cool Cherise really is.
There appears to be a table of some kind not too far from the back of the club - and no one around. Cherise sneaks her hands under her top - and skillfully removes her bra, which she sets on the table. "One less thing to worry about," she quips, moving on to her jeans - which she slides off, replacing her shoes as she does.
Bent over the table in just her top and that naughty g-string - this time a pleasant aqua color - she pulls it to the side and grins.
I unzip my pants, take out my cock, and without another word, I fuck her. I grab her hips, pick up her legs, flip her around on the table, lay her on her back, and pound her pussy with my eager cock.
I slide my hands under her top, squeezing her breasts with as much skill as possible as I fuck her hard - looking around for other people as my heart pounds - as Cherise muffles her moans. She looks up at me with an exhilarated look.
I get really ballsy and whip her shirt off, leaving her almost nude while I'm still just unzipped, and lift her legs up, exposing the bottom of her ass to me. Her breasts shake for me - partially her doing - as she tightens up around me. Fuck, this woman is incredible.
"Fuck, this is hot," she softly shouts as I make it my mission to make her scream. I see a couple of people who might be watching - fuck, I want to be seen. I'm fucking a beautiful goddess on a table in an alley, and I don't even care who knows it. "Fuck!" she exclaims again as I slap her ass and pull her closer, making her bite down just to keep from shouting.
"Fuck yes!" I shout right in her face as I feel myself ready to cum again and start fucking her hard and deep. I slap her ass harder, and she starts screaming louder and louder. By now I hope people see us. Cherise is trouble, and I want as much as I can get.
By this point, Cherise isn't even coherent - shaking her breasts and ass, flat-out on the table, in absolute bliss as I finish her off, filling her gorgeous snatch with another load. Her beautiful body shakes and bounces for me as I cool down, leaving her on the table, almost naked, not feeling like moving.
Finally, I pull her up to me, doing all the work to lift her, and kiss her sweet, sexy lips. I part her lips with my tongue and feel her kissing me back - even in her vanquished state, she's still an amazing kisser.
I break the kiss after a while, holding Cherise's bare chest against me, and I see her eyes open - and instantly widen in shock. Following her lead, I turn around.
There's Amber standing about eight feet from us with a cigarette in her hand. She cracks a smile and takes a drag on her cigarette, politely blowing the smoke away from us.
"Don't worry," Amber says, breaking the silence. "Your secret's safe with me. Happens all the time out back here."
Cherise quickly gets dressed, covering her breasts as I zip back up and hand Cherise her clothes. She looks a bit embarrassed - I'm sure it's that she just got caught being fucked in public. Probably not an everyday occurrence even for a bold woman such as Cherise.
"Honey, take it easy," Amber chides Cherise. "You have any idea how many people I see out here fucking? It's kind of my entertainment. Besides, I'm a little jealous." Her Southern accent is more apparent here than it is in the club - I'm guessing Tennessee. "Your boyfriend is hung like a stallion." I'm not about to correct her on the "boyfriend" comment - let these women think I'm dating a goddess if they want.
Cherise is less than amused by that comment about me being hung. Amber seems to be backpedaling by now. "And you...well, you could be a dancer here. You kind of have that body."
"I hear that a lot around here." Cherise cracks a smile. "But you've seen me. Why the hell does no one see you? You want to get ahead, honey, use what you have and don't be jealous."
That pretty much shuts up Amber, who puts out her cigarette and heads back in without another word. Cherise giggles as Amber frustratedly walks away, blowing her a kiss, which Amber doesn't see, And once again, I'm realizing I'm out here with the coolest woman I've ever met - and I couldn't be happier.
(North Vegas Strip, Monday morning, 9 am)
I'm starting to realize that I'm out here with next to nothing. I have to take a bus just to get to work, I'm wearing an ill-fitting suit, and I have no idea where I'm going to live. Maybe Cherise can find me a friend's couch to crash on, although all her friends seem to be women, so that could get awkward. All I know is I'm about to make a shitload more money than I would have working for Marilyn's old man - and for a lot cooler of a boss.
The setup at Cherise's build site seems to be as thrown together as my life right now - three trailers, a gravel driveway, and no signage whatsoever, and the trailers were not here when she showed me the spot a week ago. But it's a lot better than being in Columbus married to a whore.
I walk up to the first trailer and wait a second - and Cherise opens the door and smiles. She steps down, warmly embraces me, and I kiss her on the cheek as I feel my anxieties about the job disappear right away. After all, everything I've done with her out in Vegas has been wonderful.
After we break the embrace, she shows me around the trailer - not spacious at all, of course, but at least it's air-conditioned and the chairs look comfortable.
"You'll be over here," as Cherise points me to a desk on the opposite side of the trailer from her - it's a cheap desk, but she assures me it's temporary and we'll all get nice offices once the casino is built. "Today I'll have you doing your new hire paperwork, but first I'll tell you everything. We have a lot of expenses, and you're pretty much in charge of all of them. It's your job to make sure we have everything we need and still come in under budget. So needless to say," she pauses, "you'll need some help. And I'll let you hire pretty much anyone you want. You have anybody in mind?" I don't name any names, but I do have a few people.
"Also," she pauses, "I know I promised you a huge salary. And you'll get it. But I've had people fuck me over in the past. So here's the plan." I'm a little nervous. "Right now, you'll get an apartment - a nice one. I'll get you a car you can use for the next year or so. And those clothes? Let's get you something a little more fitting. Some nice suits. And something comfortable to wear when you're just here filling out papers."
"But until we open," she tells me, a little anxiously, "you just get a living allowance. Something to go out to eat or have some fun. The day after we open, you get a check for $200,000. After taxes. All you have to do is stick it out until we open. And in case you're curious, that's next August, right before Labor Day. I'll make sure you're taken care of until then. You won't have to pay for a meal here at work; we have food delivered every day. And there's one more thing I want to show you."
She directs me out to a neighboring trailer, one that's a bit bigger than this one, and I look around - plush chairs, a few nice tables, coolers, two big refrigerators, a television...this isn't a trailer; it's a damn lounge. "Needless to say, this is our break room. Every day at one, the work stops for a couple of hours and we all come here. I insist on it. We work hard here, but we play hard, too. I hope you're good at poker." Not really, but I'll learn.
"And there's one more thing." She takes me to the end of the trailer and opens the door - it's a bedroom. "Here's where you and I will be blowing off steam. I'll be seeing you tonight at seven right here."
(North Vegas Strip, 5 pm)
I have a quick break until quitting time in two hours - Cherise says that, for the time being, the work stops at seven, and that's fine with me. Of course, that means that, on my first day, I'm spending a lot of time poring over forms and filling out lots of paperwork.
Suddenly I'm jostled out of my paperwork-induced trance - when my phone rings. Cherise isn't in the trailer, so I'm here alone. I haven't answered my phone for anyone but Cherise since landing in Vegas, so it's a reminder that I have a life outside of this place.
It's my mother. And she's probably none too pleased I've ignored her since Saturday. And she confirms it when I answer.
"Where have you been?" she demands - I start to tell her and she interrupts. "You ran off?" If you call it that, yes. "You ran off without telling me where you went?" What am I, ten? "After that stunt you pulled at your wedding, you owe a lot of people an apology, and I hear Marilyn's father is suing."
"Good for him," I snap - I'm no lawyer but I'm certain he has no leg to stand on. "Maybe he should have taught his bitch of a daughter this whole concept of being faithful."
"I don't care what she did," she retorts. "You had no right to do what you did."
"What's done is done," I reply. "I'm in Vegas now. I have a job. A hell of a lot better job than what I was getting back home." And a lot better boss, needless to say - a sex goddess who's paying me outrageously and fucking my brains out or a pompous ass who still insists on being called Sir? It's not a tough call.
"I want you to come home now." And I want you to make gold coins fall from the sky, but we don't all get what we want, now, do we? "You owe Marilyn an apology."
"Apology?" I'm stifling laughter. "Did I cheat on her?" Well, sort of.
"I told you it doesn't matter what-"
"Are you going to put Dad on or can I get back to work?" I fire back.
"Work? It's eight at night." It's five here, woman; it's called a time change. Evidently you missed that part in school.
She finally relents and puts Dad on, and Dad actually backs me up - Marilyn's a cheating bitch, her dad's a stiff, Mom's just stressed because of all the dirty looks at the wedding and that I went out to Vegas afterwards, yada yada - and he's thrilled that I have such a great job. I suggest a visit. He's in; Mom's probably a tough sell.
Dad and I chat for a few more minutes, and then I hang up and dive back into my papers. Just my luck, though - that doesn't last long. And fuck my life - it's Marilyn.
"What do you want?" I coldly answer - she seems a bit taken aback but is surprisingly calm.
"I just want to talk," she answers, somewhat defensively. "Look, it's been two days, and I think we need to talk things over. You were really upset and stormed out on Saturday. Where did you go?"
"None of your damn business," I snap back. "You can go to hell."
"Take it easy," she replies - fuck her, seriously. "Did you just snap because of what I did with Jamie's ex? I promise you that's over."
"It wasn't over on Thursday." Two days before the wedding and she's sleeping with another guy. Two days after, and I'm long gone. "I doubt it's over now. You're just going to cheat on me again. Besides," I continue, "I have a better offer. A much better offer."
She is at a loss for words. For a moment. "I don't believe you." Sure you don't. "There's no way some rich person offered you a job at anywhere close to what you were about to make."
"Well, someone did." She doesn't buy it. I don't care. "She's a venture capitalist who's opening a casino in Las Vegas. I'm in charge of purchasing and budgeting. It's a dream job." She still doesn't believe me. I still don't care.
"Look, Marilyn," I exasperate. "There are two possibilities here. Either I'm telling you the truth and you have nothing to offer me. Or I'm lying and I told you something so outrageous that I'll tell you anything just to get you the hell off my back. The fact is, I don't want to see you. I don't want to hear from you. And I sure as hell don't want to marry you. Now leave me alone." I hang up and take a deep breath. She's infuriating.
I look at my phone - I've missed a call from my mother, and within a minute, Marilyn's calling back. I guess I'll have to change my phone number. It's too bad, too; I love talking to Dad, and if I give him the phone number...well, Mom gets it, too. So I guess that's it for that.
I need a few minutes to decompress before getting back to work - and turn my phone off. The only person I need to talk to at this point is right across from me.
Fortunately, the work day goes by quickly, and at seven, it all stops - Cherise, of course, insists on it despite me being in the middle of a purchase form. "It can wait until tomorrow," she calmly tells me, putting her hand over the form to stop me. Well, if she insists - she's the boss.
"You look like you've had a rough afternoon," she smiles as she speaks. "Let's go next door and have some fun."
I eagerly set aside the purchase form and head over to the neighboring trailer, the one with the break room, and head directly for the attached bedroom. Cherise and I say hello to a couple of relaxing co-workers, but we're in no mood for chit-chat.
The door slams, and quickly my suit jacket, tie, and shirt are all off - Cherise comes undressed a little more readily than I do, a hint to me that I need to dress a little more casually at work.
I pin Cherise against the wall and slide down her slacks, revealing today's selection, a lacy black g-string, which quickly falls to the floor. I squeeze her ample breasts, sliding my tongue in her mouth, and press my naked body against hers, not even thinking at this point.
I slide down her gorgeous body to her magnificent breasts, taking to them like a wild man. I start sucking on her perfect round nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her as she leans against the wall.
I work my hands down to her gorgeous ass as I suck her nipples, nibbling on them a little just to hear her moan. She's clearly in another world as I look up at her gazing in some level of trance, lost in my aggressive takeover of her body. She's so sexy, so amazing, and her body is just wonderful. I've been looking forward to doing this since she showed me the bedroom.
I want her under my spell completely at this point, so I drop to my knees, putting myself on level with her neatly-trimmed pussy. Without missing a beat, I start licking her out - fast, deep, and with a passion I've never experienced before.
Cherise is very well-groomed, not a hair out of place anywhere on her sexy body, and her pussy is no different - I've eaten pussy before, but never anyone as perfect as her. My tongue slides in with precision, and I momentarily wonder if anyone in the break room hears her moans.
I lick her out without skipping a beat, only pausing for a moment to come up for air, and I squeeze her voluptuous ass cheeks as I eat her quickly. She's wet to begin with, my tongue notwithstanding, and as I look up at her, she's in ecstasy. I'm fucking loving this.
