1. Susan Becomes a Working Girl…In Heels and Stockings


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: DanielWilson, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    position.” She did so and stuck her ass out, and felt obscene and perverted. Mr. Smith instructed, “Now turn around, bend over again and hold your position.” Susan felt her breasts hanging down and forward, her hard nipples protruding. Justine instructed, “Now get on your hands and knees, Susan.” She knelt down carefully until she was on all fours. Mike’s favorite sexual position , she thought. Susan obediently arched her back, stuck her ass in the air and held her head up proudly. They walked all around her, talking quietly between themselves. Then Justine asked if she had brought a dance costume. Susan said, “Yes, I did.” The couple told her to step behind the screen and to get dressed. Susan gathered up her clothes, stepped behind the screen, hung up her clothes carefully, and got dressed in the dancing clothes that her neighbor had told her to buy. She thought they were slutty, but her neighbor seemed to know what she was doing. When Susan stepped out from behind the screen she wore a very tight schoolgirl’s plaid skirt and white cotton shirt with a layer of white lingerie (camisole and tap pants) underneath, her new bright red low cut lacy brassiere, garter belt and thong underneath that. She handed them her special dance iPod, and they asked if she was ready. She nodded, the music started, and she started gyrating. She concentrated on her dance steps so that she didn’t think what she was doing. She remembered to smile and look at them and shake her hair and wiggle her ...
    ass a lot and undress slowly. She danced until she was on all fours shaking her head back and forth, swirling her blonde tresses around, in only her bright red garter belt, heels and seamed fishnets. The song ended. Both of them said, nearly in unison, “Very nice.” Mr. Smith asked her if she had ever danced with a pole, “No, Sir, I’ve never had a chance.” Mrs. Smith picked up, “You’ve obviously had dance lessons, do you think you could learn to do some steps using a brass pole.” Susan nodded affirmatively, tossing her long, curly hair sexily and smiling gorgeously. All the time wondering to herself, A pole? Mr. Smith said, “Susan, we would be thrilled to hire you. Justine will talk to you about the financial arrangements while I step out of the room so that you can get dressed in privacy.” He left the room and Justine talked to Susan while Susan put what she was already thinking of as her “street clothes” back on (Mike’s tight sweater dress). Justine said, “The club pays minimum wage for every hour that you are here, mainly so that you are a legal employee, we provide the minimum health care required by Obamacare, and the minimum benefits required by the state of Tennessee. You get to keep all your tips from dancing. The club makes its money on door receipts, food and drinks. You are expected to help the club sell drinks, and you make a percentage if your sales are above a certain amount. Don’t worry, it’s pretty low and pretty easy to make. You are only expected to dance and ...
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