His Nasty Little Pussy

EMMA

I sent Damian several more pics over the last two days. The latest was a pic from my shower that morning. My tits were all sudsy with my hard, pink nipples poking out from the bubbles. He’d yet to respond to any of them, but I knew he was looking at them. I could see it in his eyes the few times I’d run into him at the club. He was making a point to stay away from me, but I knew it couldn’t last. He needed me as much as I needed him. I was confident he’d figure that out sooner rather than later.

When I showed up for work, the waitresses were having a moment of panic. I’d gotten to know all of them pretty well by now, and I liked all of them. Well, except for Jessica who always managed to be as nasty as possible. Knowing she’d had her mouth around my man’s dick didn’t rate her very highly in my book either, so we just kind of avoided each other.

“What are we going to do?” Carla was pacing by the main dancer pole, wringing her hands as she went. “Steph and Amanda just called in sick, and we don’t have anyone else to dance tonight. It’s Friday night! We can manage without dancers on the side poles, but there has to be one in the main area!”

The other waitresses started to get antsy when no one offered an immediate solution. Everyone was thinking about pissed off customers and lost tips. I knew I shouldn’t do it. I could easily imagine Damian’s pissed off face when he found out, but I couldn’t just sit here and do nothing when I knew I could fix the problem.

“I can do it,” I said, stepping forward.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” Carla asked.

There was so much excited hope in her voice I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, I can fill in for tonight.”

“Well not in that you can’t!” she said, pointing at the jeans and t-shirt I’d shown up for work in. “Come on,” she said, “Some of the dancers leave outfits in the back. I’m sure we can find something that will fit you.”

As she was tugging me toward the back, Sally leaned forward over the bar and shouted after us, “Damian’s not going to like this!”

“Why would he care?” Carla shouted back. “This is going to help bring in money!”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

The last thing I saw was Sally shaking her head and flinging her rag down on the bar. Before I had a chance to question whether I’d made a big mistake by volunteering myself, Carla was dragging me through the door and digging through a stack of clothes. She held up what looked to be the tiniest pair of shorts I’d ever seen and a sparkly half top with a black pair of stilettos. There was a crazy grin and a look of absolute triumph on her face as she shoved them into my arms.

“Hurry!” she squealed as I quickly changed.

When I looked in the mirror, my first thought was that Damian was going to hate this, but my second thought was about how much this club meant to him. He’d worked so hard to build it up, and I didn’t want it to suffer because of me. Surely he’d understand why I was doing it. And would he even care anyway? A voice in my head asked. I mean, it’s not like he’d been showing me any attention or signs that he wanted me. In fact, he’d been ignoring me and going out of his way to avoid me. He probably wouldn’t even notice I was out there dancing.

It felt weird to walk back into the club in such a skimpy outfit. The heels made me several inches taller, and it was odd to be at eye level with people. I was so used to being shorter than everyone around me. I found that I liked the extra height, and I knew the heels were giving me some killer legs. I felt my nerves kick in when I noticed all the men staring at me as I stepped toward the pole near the front of the dance floor, but when the music came on, I closed my eyes and let my body take over.

My movements were met with catcalls and whistles as the crowd started to move onto the dance floor with drinks in hand. I smiled at a group of women who were out having a good night as I danced my way around the pole. A crowd of young men scooted closer, jostling and egging each other on. One stepped forward shyly, holding a twenty in his hand, and I danced over to him so he could slip it into the waistband of my shorts. He looked so embarrassed as he tried to tuck the money in without touching me that I almost felt sorry for him.

The song changed to more of a sultry beat, and I slowed my hip movements down to match the rhythm of the music. I was so into the music that it took a second for me to realize there was a man behind me, pressing into me while his hand slid along my belly.

“Hey!” I yelled, stepping away from him.

He grabbed my wrist, squeezing so hard I gasped and pulled me back toward him.

“Let me go!” I yelled.

He smiled and pulled harder. “Quit being such a stuck-up bitch and dance with me,” he yelled over the music.

I looked around for help and caught Jessica’s attention. I waved to her with my free hand, begging her with my eyes for help, but all she did was smirk and walk away. The man gave one more tug, making me fall against his chest. He continued to grind against me while I beat my fists against him, screaming for him to stop.