It’s another cold night in the Windy City as Sharon leaves her job as a dancer at the Titty Lounge. Tonight was a better than average night for the young ebony teen (having just turned nineteen the month before). In her backpack-like purse she has well over $300 dollars in profits.
“Not bad for an eight hour shift,”she thinks as she waits in the plastic chairs of the Greyhound bus terminal for the bus that will take her to Gary, Indiana, a 30 to 45 minute trip.
Though winter is firmly gripping the area (No ice or snow, though. Thankfully.), Sharon is only wearing a light microskirt and a yellow halter-top that shows off her double D’s to maximum advantage. Normally she would change before heading for the terminal, but tonight some bitch had poured champagne in her duffel bag.
Thinking of this, Sharon can only smile. It’s not her fault that she regularly gets the high paying customers or the most ardent regulars. At only 5′ 2″, 115 pounds, with a coffee complexion and light green (not contacts) eyes, she is the most exotic woman in the club. It also doesn’t hurt that she has a 48” bubble ass that is often clad in only a g-string. On one firm cheek is the tattoo of her stage name, Cherish.
“The bus for Gary…”
Hi, my name is Arvin, I’m 6’4 245lbs with blue eyes, brown hair and a good tan body. My story starts in May of 1997 I was in Indianapolis, Indiana at C1 truck driving school learning how to become a truck driver. The day I arrived at the school I meet my teacher he was a pretty nice guy and he informed me that I would be sharing a hotel room with two other students. I said ok and headed to the hotel to get checked in and it was a nice hotel it had a in door pool, bar, and a restaurant. I got checked in and went to my room once there I meet my roommates and they seemed to be ok guys so I got unpacked and settled in. Then I went down by the pool to hang out there were a few people down there and come to find out they were all students of the school. As we talked I looked up and saw her and my mouth dropped she was 5’4 100lbs she had blonde hair, blue eyes and a body that was completely perfect. When she came down she sat down next to me and introduced herself she said her name was Jenny and she was from Georgia.
I told her my name and we begin to talk then I decided to go for a swim so I went to my room and changed. When I got down to the pool Jenny was gone so I got in the pool and swam a few laps. I was swimming to one end when I heard a splash at the other end and when I turned around I seen Jenny coming up out of the water. She had a red and white bikini on and she looked amazing her tits were so perfect then Jenny swam down to me and grabbed me until she could grab the side of the pool. As we stood there talking I realized how easy she was to talk too and we both really enjoyed each others company. The next day we all went to class and at lunch time Jenny wanted to go with me to get something to eat so we walked to a dinner that was close to the school. After school had let out for the day I was going to walk back to the hotel when Jenny yelled for me so I stopped and she came running up to me and asked if she could walk with me I said sure and we headed for the hotel.
I gave her a ride home from the bar. She was in that drunk, affectionate mood she gets when she wants attention. We sat in the car for a few minutes, making out. We’d done this enough now that I no longer felt any guilt over it. It wasn’t anything her husband hadn’t seen her do at the bar when she was in one of these moods. Well, it was a little more serious, involving tongue, but still just playing around as far as she was concerned. The fact that her husband was also my best friend is what triggered the guilt the first couple of times we did this. We’d talked about it and he’d more or less said if she wants to do it, go for it.
We broke for air and she asked if I wanted to come in. I said sure, knowing full well that she would offer maybe a beer, some conversation, and nothing more. After all, her husband would be asleep in the next room.
I sat on a daybed that, with a couple of bolster cushions, doubled as a couch in their living room. She went into the kitchen and brought us a couple of beers, sitting next to me, but not too close.
“Gary must have passed out. I could hear him snoring when I walked by the hall.”
“He has an early day tomorrow,” I said.
“How are you with neck rubs?” she asked. “I have this kink that’s driving me nuts.” (more…)