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Charlene Dobson, under the more “exotic” name Arabella, danced for a small joint in a quaint little town. The money was good and she couldn’t deny the enjoyment she got from the situation. A couple of weeks after she had started to work there, she knew how to get to the top. All the guys were after was flesh and physical contact and she gave them it.
She loved her job and quickly had her act figured out. Each night she would pick out a favourite, holding eye contact with them as she slid herself up and down the pole. As per usual, she would slide of her lower clothing, pushing the pole between her lips. Then leaning over the edge of the stage she would wait for a man to take her top between her teeth, before ripping it off. Taking full advantage of this, she would use the bounce to entice them, before the finale.
By the finale, she would have picked her favourite; he would be the one most likely to bring her trade after hours. This night was no different, a quiet young man sat there, occasionally glancing at her, but not grabbing or even showing a desire to touch her. Now in just her stiletto boots, she walked from one table top to another, eventually reaching her chosen destination. She sat on the table, carefully watching his expression as she slowly inserted nuts up her passage. He stared blankly at the bowl of peanuts, almost unaware of the sexual nature of the removal. Once she had finished doing so, she looked at him, failing to gain eye contact.
“Willing to retrieve your nuts for me babe?” she said, her western accent coming through.
He simply shrugged, showing no particular interest. She enjoyed the challenge, taking control of his head with one hand around the back of his neck. Slowly pushing him in, his head between her parted legs, she closed her legs round the back of his neck; he wasn’t getting out till the job was done. She invited the other guys to fondle her top half, now lying back on the table.
After he realised he couldn’t breathe, he sped up dramatically as she giggled from the sensation. The other men had flocked round her, their mouths, hands and occasional other parts covered her body. Interrupting the fun was a loud bell signifying the shutting up of the shop; she began to stand up, collecting her clothes as she moved away.
As the crowds parted, she knelt down to speak to the handsome man.
“Want some more?” she whispered in his ear. He remained silent again, she continued, “If you do, just stay here, ok?”
She made her way to the changing room to get some clothes on, wondering whether he would be here on her return. She rapidly shoved her triangles of material into her locker, pulling a mini-skirt and a low cut top on, not bothering with any form of underwear. She wandered out of the small room, saying goodbye to her colleagues absent minded, preoccupied with whether he’d be there on her return.
There was the table where she’d last seen him, her heart sunk as she saw the empty chair strewn on the floor. She headed for the door, when the sensation of a hand on her chest stopped her. She followed the hand to the arm, the arm to the body and then to the face. He hadn’t left, she smiled, her heart jumping. His hand slipped beneath the top, resting on her right breast, he pinched her nipple, pulling her along.
They reached her front door, as she unlocked it, she almost screamed, pulling him inside. It was amazing how much he had come out of himself as they’d been alone. He ripped off her clothes, casually taking off his lower garments. He pushed her onto him, casually throwing her onto the floor as he threw himself into her. She made the usual noises, continuing to orgasm, as something broke the routine. A new sensation along her back, she moved her hand to it, blood dripping off it.
“Don’t you fucking well stop whore.”
She screamed, the disgust in his voice as bad as the pain across her back. She couldn’t get away, as he continued to push himself into her. She cried out for help into the night as the knife began to circle her breast, with a small flick he removed her nipple and it all went black.

Description

Charlene Dobson, under the more “exotic” name Arabella, danced for a small joint in a quaint little town. The money was good and she couldn’t deny the enjoyment she got from the situation. A couple of weeks after she had started to work there, she knew how to get to the top. All the guys were after was flesh and physical contact and she gave them it.
She loved her job and quickly had her act figured out. Each night she would pick out a favourite, holding eye contact with them as she slid herself up and down the pole. As per usual, she would slide of her lower clothing, pushing the pole between her lips. Then leaning over the edge of the stage she would wait for a man to take her top between her teeth, before ripping it off. Taking full advantage of this, she would use the bounce to entice them, before the finale.
By the finale, she would have picked her favourite; he would be the one most likely to bring her trade after hours. This night was no different, a quiet young man sat there, occasionally glancing at her, but not grabbing or even showing a desire to touch her. Now in just her stiletto boots, she walked from one table top to another, eventually reaching her chosen destination. She sat on the table, carefully watching his expression as she slowly inserted nuts up her passage. He stared blankly at the bowl of peanuts, almost unaware of the sexual nature of the removal. Once she had finished doing so, she looked at him, failing to gain eye contact.
“Willing to retrieve your nuts for me babe?” she said, her western accent coming through.
He simply shrugged, showing no particular interest. She enjoyed the challenge, taking control of his head with one hand around the back of his neck. Slowly pushing him in, his head between her parted legs, she closed her legs round the back of his neck; he wasn’t getting out till the job was done. She invited the other guys to fondle her top half, now lying back on the table.
After he realised he couldn’t breathe, he sped up dramatically as she giggled from the sensation. The other men had flocked round her, their mouths, hands and occasional other parts covered her body. Interrupting the fun was a loud bell signifying the shutting up of the shop; she began to stand up, collecting her clothes as she moved away.
As the crowds parted, she knelt down to speak to the handsome man.
“Want some more?” she whispered in his ear. He remained silent again, she continued, “If you do, just stay here, ok?”
She made her way to the changing room to get some clothes on, wondering whether he would be here on her return. She rapidly shoved her triangles of material into her locker, pulling a mini-skirt and a low cut top on, not bothering with any form of underwear. She wandered out of the small room, saying goodbye to her colleagues absent minded, preoccupied with whether he’d be there on her return.
There was the table where she’d last seen him, her heart sunk as she saw the empty chair strewn on the floor. She headed for the door, when the sensation of a hand on her chest stopped her. She followed the hand to the arm, the arm to the body and then to the face. He hadn’t left, she smiled, her heart jumping. His hand slipped beneath the top, resting on her right breast, he pinched her nipple, pulling her along.
They reached her front door, as she unlocked it, she almost screamed, pulling him inside. It was amazing how much he had come out of himself as they’d been alone. He ripped off her clothes, casually taking off his lower garments. He pushed her onto him, casually throwing her onto the floor as he threw himself into her. She made the usual noises, continuing to orgasm, as something broke the routine. A new sensation along her back, she moved her hand to it, blood dripping off it.
“Don’t you fucking well stop whore.”
She screamed, the disgust in his voice as bad as the pain across her back. She couldn’t get away, as he continued to push himself into her. She cried out for help into the night as the knife began to circle her breast, with a small flick he removed her nipple and it all went black.