2015 Teaser 06 - Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 06

Probably the most anticipated teaser, LOL...I finally gave up editing the last quarter of this, so you may notice a change of style from the first three-quarters to the last part...but I got as tired of waiting to finish it as you probably did for me to do so, hehehe.

This is about mid-way into the chapter...that's all I'm saying so you'll have to figure out what's going on based on the other teasers I've given in the past, but I think you'll start to see some changes in Diamond's thinking in regards to all the sex she's being subjected to...

Enjoy!

Waking up in the morning, Jen stretched, luxuriously naked and cozy in her wad of sheets, covers, and quilts.  Sliding her legs and arms out, she was somewhat disappointed at finding herself alone.  Waking up further she began to realize she was too accustomed to waking up next to somebody—previously Dan, but even in the last several days, had grown accustomed to even the presence of Nick the FBI agent acting as her fiancé.

She actually felt lonely waking up alone.

Instead of dwelling upon her lack of companionship, she got out of bed, her bare skin slightly chilled leaving the warm cozy cocoon she had built for herself while sleeping.  Not bothering to get dressed, she simply put on one of her short satin robes and went downstairs to make coffee.

Her plans for today were similar as yesterday, being to head to the club and practice with Mary and Denise. 

Suddenly her mind flashed to everything else which had happened yesterday, ending with her degrading blowjob to Brutus in front of Mr. DeWight.

Pushing such thoughts from her mind, she was hopeful today would entail nothing more than practicing with the girls and then hopefully coming home early to watch some movies and catch up on the shows she watched but had missed lately.

As she sat in the kitchen drinking her coffee, her mind once again wandered to recalling the previous day and her voluntary lewd behavior in front of all the guys at the club during their meetings with Mr. DeWight.  It had felt so right to degrade herself in front of them, purely for their pleasure.  It had been something she had felt obligated to do and had acted upon it—and at the time had been completely comfortable and even eager to please them.  Now, alone in her own house, she felt appalled at what had happened.  How she had so blatantly exposed herself to people she had known for years and considered her friends?

Granted all of the men had seen her naked before, how could they not after having worked at the club for so many years, but this was different.  She had actually performed lurid sexual acts in front of them, masturbating before them until she brought herself to orgasm over and over, looking into their eyes like a slut in heat.

She remembered the looks of desire they all had, feeling her heart begin to race.  Even Gregg, whose looks contained mostly contempt at her betrayal to Dan could not hide the lustful, longing looks at her.  Unbidden her breathing became shallower, her nipples hardening as she realized Gregg, for all his condemnation at her, would have fucked her just as mercilessly as all the other men if given the chance.

Her coffee sat forgotten as her mind fantasized him leaving her in a sweaty quivering pile when he was done with her, her body filled and covered in his cum, willing to do whatever he asked of her—such was the lust in his eyes and complete disregard for her as a person.

Taking a sip of her tepid coffee, Jen came back to her surroundings, realizing she was aroused, her nipples and firmed breasts sharply outlined within her satin robe, hugging her like a second skin. 

How could she be so excited imagining herself being ravaged?  By her friends no less, thinking of Gregg taking her without any regard to her safety or wishes, used repeatedly to slack his lust!

Jen tried to think of something else, her mind instead betraying her by fantasizing about all the other men, the vivid daydream raging through her head.  There was John who had looked at her like a man seeing a glass of water after being in the desert too long, then there was George and Gary, the two DJ’s, whose looks had said more than words as she recalled the images of them watching her fingers slamming into her vagina, no doubt wishing it was their cocks instead, sliding into her core repeatedly, using her for their sheer pleasure.

It was several minutes before she realized her hands were sliding over her body, squeezing her breasts through her robe longingly as her uncovered slit infused with wet warmth.  Immediately she froze, removing her hands from her body as she took another sip of coffee—realizing it was now cold.

What the fuck was happening to her?  It was bad enough becoming maddeningly aroused when men were actually looking at her, but now she was daydreaming about somebody other than Dan using her!

She remembered the past weekend and her feelings at the airport and all the men looking at her lustfully.  Then it had been strangers and she had become aroused, but now she was thinking about men she had known as friends for years using her with complete disregard towards her personal self-esteem, being only something to slake their lust.

Jen needed to center her thoughts.  She may be forced into having sex with strangers by Mr. DeWight—or even people she knew at her own boss’ whim—but she did not have to crave it like a bitch in heat.  She had resigned herself on simple biology causing her body to respond when having sex with men—suddenly regretting her gangbang with the male porn stars last week—but she even though resigned to what may happen during such times, there was no reason to anticipate it when alone.  And yet her mind kept anticipating her body’s use, the fantasies themselves arousing her.

It was one thing to become aroused by the physical contact of sex, but to become aroused at the thought?

Once again she tried to settle her thoughts as they turned to her syndication party and how Mr. DeWight expected her to have sex.  Instantly she felt a flood of warmth between her legs as her moisture began to soak into the kitchen chair.  That her body might respond to the moment was something to be expected, but she did not have to look forward to it.

Her mind wandered to thinking about all the sex she had been subjugated to in the past week.  The very nature of her job meant she would be exposed to further sex—she was posing as a porn star for Christ’s sake—but why the hell was she continuing to think about it, and worse, anticipate it?

She needed control over herself.

She remembered having the same conviction yesterday morning, taking the initial steps towards that goal by telling Nick they were having an ‘off’ period until their ‘wedding.’  Unfortunately things had not exactly gone as planned when he demanded they set a day for their fake wedding, ultimately fucking her relentlessly until he had agreed to hold off.

The thoughts of him taking her after ‘agreeing’ to her proposal flooded her mind as she remembered eagerly accepting his thrusts, lying upon her stomach and hunching her hips to give him even further penetration, his cock ramming into her over and over as she climaxed repeatedly.

Nick had defended his actions because she had not set a date yet, so even though it was a conniving ploy, there was truth to it.

For not the first time she needed more control in her life.  There was no denying she would be having sex, but being able to control some facet of her life was something she desperately needed.  For example, although she was scheduled to do movie shoots each week while on tour, she could at least try to not have sex during the week, or at least attempt to minimize it day to day.

Unfortunately her body and mind were not in synch, things being too out of control, her more animal instincts rising to the surface over and over.  Yesterday was a perfect example—all she had planned was a day of practice and coming directly home; instead Mr. DeWight had pulled her into his office, seducing her with a massage, her getting excited at her own pornographic movie, and then he had her display herself vulgarly to her co-workers, masturbating before them until she had been so wound up she had eagerly sucked one of them off!

She should have simply told Mr. DeWight no—no to the massage, no to him touching her, no to him ordering her to touch herself.  Her arousal had been like a snowball rolling down a hill, getting bigger and bigger, and stopping even one of those events would have lessened her degradation.

Again she could not deny biology playing a role in her arousal—particularly after the rigorous sex with Nick in the morning, explaining why she had been so responsive in Mr. DeWight’s office.  But a day like today, with no predisposition towards becoming aroused, she could take more control.

And yet even now her body was aroused to the point where she had been touching herself, just thinking about the previous day’s events. 

Self-restraint was the goal, and she would start today.  Today she simply planned to practice with the girls, eat lunch with them, and then would excuse herself and come home.  A simple Monday.  And Tuesday would be the same.  Wednesday she also could be ‘sex free,’ she thought with a grin, as she would be flying to LA with the girls, and Thursday would be no different.  She was going to handle one day at a time, and today she would avoid anything happening to her sexually.

Reaching the decision, she went upstairs and put on her make-up.  She had taken a shower after coming home last night—not wanting to get any of the massage gel that had covered her from head to toe in her bed, but primarily to wash the psychological smut from her body.

Once finished with her make-up it was time to pick her outfit.  Once more she was amazed at the amount of clothing she now owned, none of which she had paid for.  There were times when she did not care what she wore to the club, while other nights she took considerable time selecting her outfit.  As she stared at the expansive wardrobe she recalled Mary’s outfit the day before, the simple bikini and skirt a staple for most strippers.

Looking through her new clothes she found something similar, selecting it immediately.  The outfit she chose was a three-piece ensemble consisting of a bikini top and bottoms and skirt.  The outfit had a pink and purple zebra print, the top being a push-up type string bikini with a front clasp and the bottoms a matching G-string with similar clips in the front.  Unlike Mary’s outfit yesterday where the pleated skirt was more decoration than covering, this skirt did cover Jen’s crotch, although looking in the mirror she saw her shapely ass was still halfway exposed.

Suddenly the honking of a horn came from outside, and Jen realized the taxi she had called earlier had arrived, so quickly putting on the outfit, she slipped on a pair of seven-inch heeled clear platforms, grabbing her ‘stripper bag,’ and ran downstairs.

She chuckled to herself recalling the first time she had put on stripper shoes like this many years ago, falling on her face many times before getting used to them.  And here she was, running down stairs in them as she said to herself, “You’ve come a long way baby,” as she ran out the door.

Hopping into the back of the taxi, she realized once gain she had not put on any cover-up, but after the last week, realized those days were probably over.  Instead she just sat back, ignoring the stare of the Latin-American cabbie watching her and stared out the window, falling into the typical ‘taxi daze,’ only stirring when the cab had arrived at the club.

Once again as soon as she exited the cab she was accosted by reporters.  If anything, there seemed to be even more of them today, although Jen recognized several from the day before.

As she walked through the throng of reporters—her picture being taken continuously—Jen answered a few more questions yelled out to her:

Diamond, when will your next public appearance dancing be?
I’m scheduled to start my tour next week.  Unless one of the girls gets sick and I need to fill in, that will be the first dance.

Won’t you be out of practice?
That’s why I’m here boys, I don’t want to get out of shape or lose my edge.

Do you practice for your movie shoots too?
(laughter and a smile) Some things just come naturally

Is that come with an ‘O’ or a ‘U’?
(smile and a wink)

Even as she was walking through the glass doors the questions followed her, although Brutus was at the door to prevent anybody from entering the club on off hours.

Jen felt a flush to her body seeing the bouncer after the day before where she had been ordered to give him oral sex, and she wondered what he now thought of her; however, the large man barely gave her any attention, merely telling her Mary and Denise were already here.

She turned around, feeling more at ease the broad shouldered muscular man did not act any differently.  She realized after knowing each other for so long, he undoubtedly knew what had happened yesterday was not her; that she had been following Mr. DeWight’s orders.  Brutus doubtlessly knew the type of man Mr. DeWight was and what would have happened had she not listened to him.  Jen was glad somebody else understood even a small portion of what was happening as she entered the club.

Immediately she was hit by the loud speakers playing Pitbull’s ‘Timber’ as Mary and Denise spun around the poles in tandem, already practicing their routine.

Jen smiled at them as she walked up, watching them move as the sexy fast beat played and the girls moved, watching with the critical eye of an instructor, yelling out instructions as she began to warm up while they continued shaking their bodies on the poles.

Denise was wearing a cute little striped two-pieced short set, the top being more of a half tank top and the shorts being tight ‘butt huggers.’  Jen had seen the outfit before, being full of cut-out holes giving glimpses of her body but still covering enough to keep patrons guessing at what was underneath.  Like her own outfit, Jen knew this one was specifically designed to reflect black lights, which even now were turned on, her friend’s and her own outfit being more fluorescent than in regular light.

Mary’s outfit was another two-piece short outfit, being a wide black and white stripped set and recognizing it, Jen smiled, actually picking out the outfit for her friend one birthday.  The top had pink dotted outlines of hands over her breasts, a caption in large pink letters saying ‘Second Base.’  The shorts had labeling in the front stating ‘Third Base’ across her crotch, while across her ass was the caption ‘Home Run.”  Jen had bought it for her friend a few years ago after a long discourse on what actually fell under the labels of the baseball field when it came to sex.  It was Mary’s contention a homerun should no longer be considered intercourse, instead being anal sex, and when Jen saw the outfit, had to buy it.

When the song ended and as Jen was still stretching, the girls came over to greet her.

“Please tell me Mr. DeWight did not have you sitting bare-assed naked the whole day while he talked to everybody?” Mary said angrily.

Immediately Jen flushed in embarrassment as the girls both gave their unadulterated opinions of their boss.

Jen did not mention masturbating in front of the men, and definitely not having oral sex with Brutus.

Mary did not say anything else, so Jen wondered what John had told her, surprised the man had not mentioned her masturbating in front of him to her, but her friend just talked about the routine.

“Hey, Denise has a fantastic idea for the second set,” she said.  “I know it is late in the game to be changing things, but I don’t think it will need that much practice,” she said excitedly.

After hearing the blonde woman’s suggestions, Jen immediately fell in love with it, calling Velvet to see if the woman could find everything they would need.  Velvet actually told her the company had almost a warehouse full of dancing props, costumes, and whatnot which she called up on the computer, immediately finding everything Jen asked.

One she hung up and received more shit from the girls for having an assistant, she told them everything was set and they could practice the routine when they flew out Wednesday.

“I still can’t believe Mr. Tightwad is going to fly us out with you, keeping us at a posh hotel, and paying our salary the entire time,” Denise said.

Mary laughed, saying, “Are you kidding?  Two shakes of that DSA spokesmodel ass will pay for us, not to mention a nice tip,” she laughed with the others as Jen told them it was time to practice.

Like yesterday they ordered lunch and ate while practicing—today all three of them settling on a taco salad.  Both girls had to work again tonight—having the rest of the week off for preparation of the syndication party—so Jen did not overwork them.  Or at least in her opinion, as all three women were sweaty and tired by the time Jen called it quits.

“Jesus, you’re going to kill us,” Mary said after they had performed the second set three times consecutively to Jen’s watchful gaze.

Jen knew there would be little time to practice Wednesday, and now that they were introducing a new part of the routine, did not want take any chances with the girls not knowing their moves after tomorrow.

Taking a long pull of her ‘Stripper Water’—Mr. DeWight having the entire club outfitted with the bottled water with her image on it—she felt her heart skip when she saw Brutus walking towards them, his eyes locked upon her.

She felt her pulse speed up as he came up to them, the girls barely taking notice as she looked into his eyes.  This time she saw a hunger in his eyes she did not see earlier; however, as he looked then at Mary, then at Denise, she realized it was a loot not reserved for her, but for all the women.  She then recalled Mr. DeWight telling all the men there was no need to not gawk at the girls, understanding his look was not different because of her sucking him off, but because of Mr. DeWight’s comments.

Even so, it made her feel uncomfortable as his gaze turned back to her, taking in her body.  Jen wondered if the sheen of sweat reminded him of her covered with oil yesterday, taking another drink of water to try and hide her unease.

Finally he spoke, saying, “Diamond, Mr. DeWight wanted me to remind you he wished to see you after your practice,” he told her.

She heard the girls groan, Mary saying, “I wonder who he’ll have you naked in front of today.”  Her tone was a mixture of joking and warning as Jen took her bottle and got up.