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My Wife: Waitress, Stripper, Whore.
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Something I’ve not yet told you. She used to work at a strip club in Greenville. Now, she told me that she only slung beer in the back bar, but honestly, I always wondered if she did more than that … maybe a whole lot more.
When I’d ask, pressure her on it, she would say, “No, are you k**ding? I live there!” Mind you her other “adventures” did not seem to be an issue.
About six months after we met, I was deployed to the Middle East. One night I called her and during our conversation, she mentioned that an old girlfriend of hers (Melissa) had stopped by to see her at work. The woman was a dancer and told Mel that she was dancing and doing private parties at a club in Greenville called the Silver Bullet. Melissa bragged that the money was great and that if Mel wanted in to just let her know she was interested. Like I said, she told me she was only hired as a bar waitress, but the way she was talking got me to thinking that, yeah, it was probably more than just that. Or soon would be.
Each time we talked I was more convinced that she was dancing. I didn’t say anything directly to her about it though; I approached it more stealth like, asking her to tell me more about her friend. She told me that Melissa WAS dancing and stuff, (didn’t go into detail about the “stuff”) mainly on Friday and Saturday nights but occasionally other times during the week. I pressed on, asking, “Stuff? Okay, what else exactly? Is that, just dancing?”
Mel’s guard was down I guess, she told me that Melissa had mentioned a $500 per private party fee that was arranged by and supervised through the Club Owner. They took place after hours at his place, mainly catering to lawyers, attorneys and other well to do people who needed discretion.
I didn’t let up, and asked Mel if she wanted to work those, too. She replied, “Well, yeah, I would. It’s easy money.” Figuring I was pressing my luck asking too much ore, I just responded, “Okay”. And things got hectic over there around that time and so I didn’t think anymore about it … Until…
I called the house about a week later and my step daughter answers the phone. This was about 11:30 at night East Coast time. I asked, “Where’s Mel?” She said that Mel had told her she that she had to go pick up Melissa and take her someplace and would be back later. I said, “Okay, I’ll try back another time” I did remember that Mel HAD said something about how sometimes she might have to start taking Melissa to jobs as her car had broken down.
But still, it drove me crazy the rest of the night until I checked my e-mail and found that she had emailed me at 3'ish in the morning. She said in the email that she was still at work, that Melissa had called asked her to take her there and she went, to help Melissa because she’s said that the job was worth about $500 for 4 hours work.
I wrote back and our exchanges thereafter went like this:
Me ; “Nice!”
Mel: “Yes, it is!”
Me : “So, are you going to do it also?”
Mel: “Do you want me to?
Me : “Sure, yes, I do.”
Mel: “Good! Because Melissa has already asked me about talking about it Saturday night because Mike (the Club Owner is impressed with me!”
I am SURE he was…
Anyways, she went back Saturday night, and then we talked on Sunday. She told me that after the club closed that evening, she, Mike, Melissa and a few others stayed after and had a few drinks. Mike really played up the private parties saying that the clientele paid good money asked if she was interested?
Melissa was like, Mel they are held at his house, and lots of money to be made. She told them she’d check it out but if she didn’t like it she would leave. And Mike was like “Yep, that’s fine.”
They drank some more at the club, and before long Melissa was messing with the other two guys who were there. Mel confessed that she had a lil buzz going so when Mike asked her if she wanted to step over into his office to talk more about the parties, she said, “Yeah, sure”.
In the office, more drinks were poured and as they sat on the couch drinking, Mike had his arm around her neck. As they kept talking, he leaned over and kissed her and she kissed him back. Soon they started playing right there on the office couch.
I listened, my cock hardening, as she went on to tell me that she not only ended up fucking Mike, but eventually also the other two guys who had stayed (when they were done fucking Melissa).
I was shocked at her directness, and yet so turned on at the same time.
For the next two months until I got home, when I would call on the weekends my stepdaughter would almost always tell me that Mel had gone over to Melissa’s.
The few times called and actually got to talk to her (no easy feat with the time difference and her “work” schedule), she would tell me about her nights and it seemed she was telling me that she was just dancing on weekends but a couple of weeks later I called my stepdaughter told me that Mel was with Melissa. It became a constant pattern. It would happen two or three nights (and into the mornings) a week.
Mike ended up arranging parties not just on the weekend but during the week and Mel would go with Melissa, or sometimes, by herself, and she would make $500.00 to $600.00 a night. Enough money to by a newer Mitsubshi Eclipse with cash shortly after my return.
Side Note: Right before I was sent over to the Middle East, I changed the oil in my car. Two months later when I got back home it had over 5,000 more miles on it. From our house to Greenville was about 25 miles one way and sometimes Melissa drove once her car was fixed. That’s a LOT of trips to and from Greenville.
A lot of parties.
A whole lot of cocks in her hole and mouth and ass…
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Posted on : Jan 25, 2016
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