Panties for Sale


I just got through shaving my legs, armpits and pussy for work. My skin was really dry so I rubbed lotion all over my body. It feels nice and smooth now. My boyfriend came home for lunch and fucked me really good this afternoon . It reminded me of a time when a regular asked if I would fuck my boyfriend right before I came to work. He said he wanted to see the cum coming out of my pussy and would pay me extra for this. He told me he would come in to see me the next day if I could arrange it.



I thought this was really naughty ... but I decided to do it anyways. I didn't tell my boyfriend about this request. I figured it wouldn't be too difficult to get him to fuck me the next day before he left for work.



The next morning, I almost blew it. I was really tired and fell back to sleep after his alarm went off. I woke up just in time ... as he was making his way towards the front door to leave. "Wait," I said. He spun around real quick as my voice startled him. "Oh, you're awake," he smiled.

"I was hoping you would fuck me before you went to work." I said. I pulled the covers away from my naked body to entice him. A huge smile spread across his face and he started to undo himself as he walked over to the bed.



He climbed on top of me and pinned down my arms above my head. He fucked me real good that way for a while and then turned me over onto my stomach. He lifted my hips a little to get the right angle and then stuck his cock back inside me. His movements quickened and the bed began to bang against the wall loudly. I wondered if the neighbors could hear. I bit down hard on the pillow to stifle my sounds. I felt my boyfriend's body tighten and then relax. He kissed me a little on the neck and then got up. "I hate to run, but I'm late," he smiled. His face had a healthy glow. "I'm sorry I made you late," I said. He gave me a look to suggest I was crazy to apologize and left, blowing me a kiss. I got out of bed and started to get ready for work.


I got to work and Girl was already there. I heard her talking to someone in the hallway. "Oh, she's here now," she said. I looked through the glass in one of the booths and saw that the customer was already there, waiting for me in the hallway.

I got into the booth with my street clothes on. He put the money into the machine and I closed the curtain to the hallway, while his curtain went up. I could tell that he was bursting with anticipation.

"So did you guys do it?" he beamed.

"Yeah, we did," I said.

"Was it a lot?" he said as he swallowed.

"He had a huge orgasm and a lot came out," I smiled.

"Did it all come out of your pussy?" he asked worryingly.

"Oh no, there's still some in there. Do you want to see?" I teased.

"Oh, yes," he replied.

I started taking my clothes off slowly . . . teasing him. I left my underwear on for a while. I told him that they were all wet and started rubbing myself through them. I laid on my back and spread my legs. I pulled up on the sides of my underwear tightly so that he could see the lips of my pussy outside of my panties. He started to rub the front of his jeans. I watched as his cock began to rise and harden. I moved my panties to one side so that he could see my bare pussy. I spread my lips and touched the wetness coming out of me. I brought my finger to my mouth and tasted myself.

"How does it taste?" he asked.

"It tastes really good," I said, smiling.

"I wish I could taste you," he replied.

He undid his jeans and took his cock out. It looked really big in his hands. He started stroking it and asked if I would move closer to the window. He wanted to see if there was any cum coming out of my pussy. I moved closer, but there didn't seem to be much cum. The wetness was mostly from me now. I took off my underwear entirely and held them up to my face. I took in a deep breath and could smell the cum on them. I told the customer that the cum was mostly on my panties now.

He asked if I could squat for a moment, thinking that maybe some more was up there and would come out if I sat like that for a moment. I tried this, but nothing happened. I even bounced up and down for a moment . . . still nothing. I got on all fours and pushed, but absolutely nothing was coming out. He finally asked if he could buy my panties off me for $40.00. The idea of my panties having cum and my wetness on them really turned him on. I had no affinity towards them, so I agreed.

By this time, the show was almost over. The customer was really excited about the panties and came pretty quick. He cleaned himself up and I gave him my panties through the tip slot on stage.

After the show, I felt a little guilty about not telling my boyfriend what I was up to earlier that day. When I went home that night, I told him what happened. I thought he might be grossed out, but he wasn't. He smiled and asked me when he was going to get his half ($20.00) for his part.





(Azar)

I work with Azar tonight ... yummy. If you are in the Seattle area, cum and see us!!!











The Stage . . . Shakin' that Ass, Shakin' that Ass
* (this story updated 5.22.03)


The stage at Fantasy (where I work now) is a lot different than the stage at The Lusty Lady. At the Lusty, the stage is the main attraction. The girls there are actually employees so they are earning an hourly wage and get a weekly paycheck. There are usually at least three nude girls on stage at all times. There are about ten booths and the windows are open the majority of the time.



They do not get tips at the Lusty so the girls don't have to hustle or step all over each other to make money. I really like this concept. The Lusty is located on First Avenue across from the Seattle Art Museum, and just south of the Pike Place Market. It's a very busy part of town so they get a lot of business. The cost to keep the window open is $1.00 for about a minute.



The Lusty also has one "Private Pleasures Booth," which girls work one hour shifts if they so choose. The girls at the Lusty make half of what goes into the booth and they get this money on top of their weekly hourly wage at the end of each week. Some of the girls just want to dance on stage and choose not to work the booth at all.



The stage at Fantasy does not seem to be the main attraction. There are five stage booths . . . some are one-ways (we can't see them) and some are two-ways (we can see them). Most of the customers choose to get shows in the private booths. I have worked shifts when there were no stage shows whatsoever.



Because the stage is so slow, we normally don't sit up there waiting for customers, but sit in our booths instead. The stage, booths, and dressing room are all part of one room. The first booth is located at the end of the stage so the girl working in that booth watches the stage for everyone. The guy working the front counter has control of the lights on stage and will turn the lights on and off, back and forth a couple of times to let us now someone is getting a stage show. There is also a mechanism in the window that is really loud when it opens so we listen for that, too.

We work on rotation on stage so the girl who arrives at work first gets the first stage. The girl who arrived next gets the next stage, etc., etc. We stay in that rotation until the end of the shift. There is only one girl on stage for each customer. If a customer wants more than one girl, then he tips the other girl to be up there, too.

It costs $1.00 to keep the window open for one minute. All of the money that goes into the machine goes to Fantasy. The dancers are independent contractors, not employees, so we just get the tips we make on stage. When we work the booths, we make half of what goes into the machine so we don't have to worry about tips. We also have to pay house rent, which is $20.00 a day.

The problem with the stage is that the customers don't have to tip and many of them don't. If the customers do not tip . . . then we do not remove any clothing. We usually go onto stage scantly clad, but not fully nude. This is the only way we can make any money on stage. Normally, guys tip $5.00 for the top and $10.00 for entire nudity. I have to admit . . . I do not enjoy the stage. I do not like asking for tips, but the way it's set-up at Fantasy, you have to. When guys don't have money to tip, then you end up shaking it for free and resenting them for it. This is also the only time when I think negatively about the customers.

There are some cheap ass men out there (I think they are in the minority so this doesn't skew my feelings towards them as a whole) that think we're whores or something and just want to show our ass for free. These are the guys that won't tip us . . . even after we tell them we don't make any of the money that goes into the machine and that we work for tips. They act like they have no money to tip, but they have a wad of money in their hands waiting to put in the machine. Management gets mad at us sometimes (of course they're men) and think we should be on stage nude at all times, whether the customer has tipped or not. I'd like to see them run around naked for free, while the company they're working for makes all the money. Hmmmm . . . exploitation, isn't it called?

There are guys who push us to the limit in other ways. This one particular customer comes in and gets change at the front desk . . . usually a couple of twenties for all ones. He then comes to the stage and puts some money to open the window. When the girl comes on stage and starts dancing for him . . . he motions for her to come closer. He asks that she kneel on the ground in front of the window and stick out her tongue at him. He's not interested in us taking off our clothes, but we tell him he needs to tip us for our time just the same.

He puts in one dollar at a time in the tip slot, while we sit there and stick out our tongue. Throughout the show, he asks that we change angles or look in a different direction, while sticking out our tongue. He also has his tongue out during the show, which he waves back in forth in a very unattractive fashion. Most of the girls have no patience for this customer and often walk off the stage. I think I have the most patience of the group, which does not always work in my favor.

There was one particular time when I had just finished a long show and Azar said, "There's a stage." I went up there and it was the tongue guy. I heard her say from the dressing room, "I'm sorry, but I've been up there the entire time you were in that show and I can't do it anymore." I wasn't mad at her . . . she was at her limit.

I sat there and played his tongue game for a while. He kept putting ones into the tip slot. I was only up there for about five minutes and made over $10.00 in tips so I couldn't complain. Sometimes, I do wonder if I'm lowering myself to do these stupid tricks for money. Sure, I'm making more than I would at a regular job, but am I compromising something in myself? I don't feel violated or bad. These types of shows are definitely in the minority so I try to keep things in perspective when I find myself in these situations. I know it's always my choice to do a particular show. Some of the shows are silly and weird, but I'm making a decent wage, and I've felt much more distress while working at certain corporate jobs for less money.

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