She sat down and stared blankly at the table, sighing heavily, sadly. She was starting to feel down again, all those good feelings were slowly
draining away from her. She felt a little jittery even. She started to snap her fingers at no one in particular, crying out unintelligibly for some
relief. One of the other dancers came over and poured some white, powdery substance over the table.
“Careful now, that's all the llallo I got left, okay?” she growled.
“Yeah, yeah, chica. It's alright. I'll pay ya back after tonight.” the girl responded.
“Dora, you owe me a fucking brick at this point.” the dancer retorted.
Dora groaned as she quickly cut up a line on the table, she eagerly making a dismissive gesture as she proceeded to snort a line off the table. She
quickly leaned back and snorted some air very deeply, a light giggle escaping her lips after.
“Oh dios mio! Shit's good, girl!” Dora cried out with a dopey grin.
“Yeah, whatever. Fucking bitch. Just pay me back.” the dancer muttered, walking away.
Dora felt a rush of wonder flush over her body after the line. She was ready and quite eager for her next client. She eagerly hopped up and started
adjusting her outfit, making sure everything was properly in place and fitting as well as it need be. She checked her hair and make-up last, feeling
she looked like a million bucks, though the way her hair was made her feel a tad nostalgic.
She hadn't had her hair the way it was since she had her TV show on Nickelodeon. It felt like such a long time ago, though it hadn't been
that terribly long. A little more than a decade. Less things have happened in that time period. Once she hit puberty, though, they dropped her and
found a replacement with the same name.
“Hey, get to work you slimy 'ho.” came the voice of Little “Big” Bill.
“Oh, yeah, just a minute papi!” Dora responded, turning around to smile at the big, handsome black man with a colorful knit sweater with a giant “B”
on the chest.
Dora straightened herself up and made a pose to Bill, who just nodded his approval. She proceeded to run off to her client. All she knew about this
client was that he was sexually confused and liked to wear women's clothing and preferred the dancers to wear strap-on dildos. She'd had
weirder requests, of course. Sportacus liked it when you shit on a glass table while he was under it and Baby Bop liked it when you walked on egg
yolks barefoot while masturbating with a chili pepper with a purple condom on it. That last one ended up being a terrible experience, but damn did
she get a ton of blow with the cash she got from then!
Dora slinked into the room as sensually as she could muster in her state, smiling out to the client. He had a buzzcut, but you could tell he was a
blonde and he had soft, doleful blue eyes. He was husky too, probably in the 200's as far as weight went. He wore a black and pink corset and
a poodle skirt. She wasn't sure what to really think of him other than he seemed really greasy and had a slight smell of Lutefisk. She
definitely was having a bad time already, but knew if she wanted to make some cash, she had to bite the bullet.
“Hello, stud. What do you want me to do?” Dora asked, breathing hard between words.
“I...uh...I dunno. I wanna see your tits.” the client responded, sounding a bit Texan.
“Uhm, okay stud.” she responded.
“Bobby.”
“Huh?”
“Call me Bobby. I'm Bobby Hill and I sell propane and propane accessories.”
“Right.” Dora grunted as she started her dance.
She moved nice and slow too, unclasping the bra from behind before throwing it onto his lap, grinning lewdly to him as she rubbed herself up and down
the stripper's pole, letting her big, voluptuous breasts cradle the metal between them. She moaned loudly as she slide down to her knees,
licking and kissing over the metal pole from time to time. She periodically checked to gauge his reaction as she went on with her dance, the look of
excitement on his face very obvious.
“Now...I want you to lube that strap-on up with this.” he said quietly, throwing a bottle of Astroglide to her feet.
“Uhm, what? Look, papi—“
“—Bobby.”
“Bobby, right. Look, I dunno what you want, but that's kinda odd.”
“I'll pay you $1500 to fuck me in the ass with the strap-on. That could buy you a lot of pretty things.” Bobby replied devoid of emotion.
He was right. She could buy some more blow and pay Clarissa—well, she could buy a LOT of blow with that kind of dough! So she picked up the
Astroglide and poured the lubricant over her hand as well as the stap-on's dong, getting it nice and slick. Bobby climbed up onto the stage and
slid the poodle skirt off and got down onto his back, lifting his legs right up into the air to expose his very hairy rear end.
“Dios mio...” Dora muttered as she got into position, pushing the tip of the strap-on against Bobby's tight hole.
“Just plunge in. It's what my friends at work do when they get horny.” Bobby said nonchalantly.
So plunged in she did! She was amazed at how easy it was to get inside the husky young man. She looked into his eyes with a bit of worry, but he
nodded to let her know it was quite alright. So she started to pump her hips back and forth, working the rather fat toy in and out of Bobby's
body, a nasty, wet slopping sound coming up with every thrust forward into his body.
He was starting to get really excited and reached down to jerk himself off as Dora pounded into his ass over and over again with the strap-on. She
wasn't sure what to think of this, as she had done a lot weirder things, but she was starting to enjoy it herself. The feel of being in
control, the power to move how she wanted...she felt like a guy probably does when he's fucking someone. She started to pump a bit faster and
faster into him, finding that if she angled herself just right he'd moan and squirm under her.
“I'm gonna...” he muttered as she delivered a few more thrusts into him, Bobby letting out a cry soon after as he started to shoot his load all
over his corset and face.
Dora quickly pulled out and got the strap-on harness and toy off of her. She peered down at the client who was smiling and muttering happily to
himself about how manly he felt right then. He was even tweaking his nipples through the corset before reality took hold of him and he sat up.
“The money'll be in your dresser when you get there. Pleasure doing business with you, ma'am. I say good day!” Bobby said, dismissing
her with a gesture.
So Dora ran off to her changing station and checked her dresser and saw the money as was promised, plus a little extra with a note that expressed
gratitude for indulging him in his fantasies and that he'd be coming back on a regular basis to employ her services. Dora shrugged and threw
the note into the trash as she reached in and pocketed the money, running and trotting off with a great big smile on her face. She had to visit the
Candyman after all...
The End.
[Edited on 9.2.2010 by KagomJack]
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