In the Spirit

naughtynaughty

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OOC: Maybe I'm crazy and nobody will participate, but I thought I'd give it a try.

In the spirit of the lively Gender Bending conversation, I was curious if any guy would like to try his hand at writing a sex scene from the female perspective. I have always been interested in writing one from the point of view of a male, and yesterday I thought to myself: "Why not give it a whirl?"

The premise is going to be simple. I will play the big stud mafia guy, and a guy will play my really hot stripper girlfriend. If this never gets off the ground, I don't really care, but I thought it might be an interesting change of pace.

IC:
"Boss, we're almost there," Johnnie Wheels calls from the front seat of the big dark cadillac. I look out the window as we cruise down the strip, and there it is, The Glass Slipper, the crown jewel of my collection of strip clubs. Johnnie pulls up around back, and I get out, looking around, adjusting my dark suit and my shoulder holster. I take a look at myself in the mirrored back door of the club, and smile. In college I had been a linebacker, pretty good to, until I got kicked out for fixing games. I never looked back, just kept gambling, dealing, killing when I had to. I had kept lifting weights because I found in this business, size does matter, and if I could intimidate these goombahs without drawing my pistol, the terror on their faces when I pulled out my hand cannon was that much more.

As Johnnie opens the door for me, I smile again, thinking about the tail I have working for me here. Lauren is my favorite, and the one I am here to see tonight. I walk up to one of the girls getting ready and grab her ass. "Hey sweet tits, when's Lauren go on?" she turns and laughs at me.

"Jimmy, you got such a hard-on for her, when you gonna come around and look me up? She's on in ten, main stage." I'll look her up when she firms up that ass and gets implants, I think to myself ... still she's probably pretty good in the sack.

I take my seat at the end of the runway, and settle in with a beer in my hand. I remember when Lauren first came to one of my clubs. She was a beauty, Miss County of some place in Ohio, or something. She was headed to California, and only made it as far as Vegas before I got my hands on her. For a while I made a rule that I wouldn't touch my own girls. Lauren was the exception. Her body was impeccable, and eventually I got her to go under the knife for the finishing touches, two of them, sitting high on her chest (mama mia, did they look nice).

"Ladies and Gentlemen it is the great pleasure of The Glass Slipper to present to you, on the main stage .... Lauren." A lot of girls picked special names to dance under, but I had told Lauren that with her dancing, and looks, she didn't need it.

OOC: So there it is, I would like Lauren to dance about for a post, then Jimmy will come backstage and take her to his office. I would like her to be a little scared of Jimmy (he's an intimidating guy), but in love with him, willing to do anything for him.
 
OOC: I thought I'd give this a shot just to see what's it like to be a female

IC: I watched the smoke clouds billow around the dimly lit backstage area. I knew Jimmy would be here soon. I peered around the curtain and heard my stomach growl. I always got nervous before I went out to dance.

Jimmy had kind of taken me under his wing. I knew he was in the mob, I was naive but not that naive. I assumed I would be a sex slave for him and his friends since I'd watched other girls get passed around his parties like pieces of meat. But Jimmy was different, he took care of me. My $7,000 chest was proof of that. Nevertheless I was scared of him, afterall he wielded a lot of power in this town. Jimmy was a great guy, I didn't know if I loved him but I knew I needed him. I was surprised as his faithfulness. I mean a guy with his status could get any girl he wants, yet he chose me. I know I was chosen only for my looks but nevertheless I was flattered.

I stopped daydreaming and noticed a tear in my Cinderella dress. It was billowing and blue. I hated these strip clubs with themes. Yet if I just walked out there in a bra and panties I would be in trouble. I decided I could cover the hole with my hand until it was time to fling the dress into the crowd.

They introduced me and the curtains flew open, I heard my song start and made my way to the stage. I canvased the room but didn't see Jimmy. I got down on all fours and crawled towards a few newbies sitting in the front row. I saved the best for the regulars. I turned my back to the crowd and touched my toes. I heard the place erupt in cheering as dollar bills showered me. I flung the dress over my shoulder into the newbie section. I began humping the pole. The cold steel surprised my pussy causing my nipples to erect. I let out a soft gasp and turned to see Jimmy smiling.

I made my way to him. I straddled him and hovered just inches from his penis. I undid my bra and dangled my tits in his face. He opened his mouth to suckle me but I grabbed him by the back of his head and pushed him back. In unison the men at other tables said "Ooooooh!" and scattered laughter followed. Jimmy wasn't embarrassed, that was the weird thing about these mobster types. You could only be rough with them if tits were involved. I turned my back to him, he gave my ass a soft smack, and slipped a $100 bill in my panties. I crawled back on the stage and slid my panties over giving Jimmy a quick view of my snatch. I winked and blew him a kiss as the song ended. Then I gathered my dress and money and let the curtain close behind me.
 
Jimmy

OOC: aob, thanks ... I was beginning to think there weren't any guys interested.

IC: "Damn that girl can dance, and did you see those knocks?" I hear coming from a table to my left. I smile, and stand up, throwing a fifty onto the table, and heading to the bar.

Tony is working the bar, and juggling about 6 different orders when I walk up. "Just a sec, James, I'll get you when I don't have 17 people after my nuts." Very few people in my life get away with shit like that, but Tony is one of them. Tony worked for my father when we were all a little bit younger, and at 73 Tony can still get the jump on any of the dudes who got wise with him in the bar. A few minutes later, Tony trots over and nods to me. "A bottle of whatever chamagne you got on ice, Tone ... to the office, when you get a chance." I say the last part with a smile, knowing that Tony will take his sweet ass time.

I wade through the throng of people getting ready for the next dancer close to the stage, and nod at the huge bouncer at the door to backstage. 'Tiffany' smiles at me as I walk through the door, "Jimmy, kiss for good luck?" she asks. "For you darling, anything." She pulls down the top of her dress and give each pierced nipple a good bite before slapping her ass and heading up the stairs to my office.

Sitting behind a large mahogany desk, I stretch, and relax in my thick leather chair. The bank of monitors on the far wall flicker as I take a chance to look at each of the cameras surrounding the building. I punch a few button on the console on my desk, and all the monitors switch to the camera in Lauren's dressing room, the only private dressing room in the place. She is sitting at her mirror, cleaning herself up, and I call down to her room.

"Hey baby, come on up to the office when you get a chance, you were wonderful tonight."
 
Lauren

Stripping is a weird business. I mean most people work in clothes all day, go home, take their clothes off and their day is done. I get naked and have to get dressed again before I can leave.

I sat in my dressing room counting my earnings. Suddenly I heard the crackle of the PA. It always startled me when I heard it. I knew it was Jimmy yet it felt like the voice of God. Well, it was the voice of the Godfather. "Thanks daddio" I said looking up at the camera. I didn't mind the cameras in the rooms it was for the safety of us dancers afterall.

I didn't know if I should bother getting dressed, so I just put on a bra and made my way upstairs. He said I was wonderful tonight which meant I was in for a big reward.

I half expected to open the door and see one of my coworkers giving Jimmy head. He stayed pretty faithful to me but the girls threw themselves at him so I didn't mind if he got a little on the side. Who was I to complain? I had no one or nothing in this town so I needed him and I'd like to think that deep down he needed me too. I knocked three times, which was our signal, on his door.
 
Jimmy

After I put the phone down, one of the new girls, Candy, walks in with my bottle of champagne, and smile. Candy is smoking hot, and for a minute, I think about bending her over the table and just spanking her like the naughty little girl that she likes to pretend she is.

"Hiya, Jimmy," she says with a little southern twang, and I nod to her.

"Candy, nice g-string," I say, admiring the only article of clothing she has on. It's pink with red lace, and red script which reads 'spank me'. I've fucked her a few times before, and if Lauren wasn't coming up, I would probably take her right there. "The boys treating you nice tonight?"

"There's one asshole who's really bugging me, but Tony says we'll let him stay for a while, because he's throwing tons of cash around." I smile, thinking about Tony's ethics. If I hadn't broken some legs when I first owned the place, Tony would let the guys in the bar fuck the girls on stage for 20 bucks.

"Show me where he is," I say, standing up, and leading her to the bank of screens on my wall. I stand right behind her, and my hand 'casually' glances off her ass. It's so tight, I just want to grab it, but think better of it. She points to a guy on the screen, trying hard to hit on one of the waitresses. He's dressed nice, but I decide that after I get done with Lauren, I'll have to take care of him.

I hear Lauren's three knocks and call her in without moving from behind Candy.
 
Lauren

I entered the room and wasn't surprised to see Candy. She had wanted Jimmy for as long as I could remember. I didn't know what was going on and I didn't want to interrupt but Jimmy was my man. I was there to please him, she could get her slutty ass out. I knew Candy had been with Jimmy before, she made a point of throwing it in my face whenever the topic of sex came up backstage or in our dressing rooms.

I stood there shooting nervous glances at Jimmy and narrowing my eyes in spite at Candy. "Jimmy, baby, do you want me to come back later?" I didn't want that, I wanted to be with my man and I knew if he did want her he wouldn't have the energy for me too. I didn't want to confront him since he wielded so much power.

They continued to study the monitors. Candy pointed out a guy to Jimmy, that would be bad news for whoever that guy was. I adjusted my new breasts and licked my lips as Jimmy pushed the ass out of his face and rose from his chair.
 
Jimmy

"Don't worry, Candy, I'll take care of him. In the mean time, keep serving drinks, I'm not paying you to stand around here." I slap her ass and send her on her way. I walk over the Lauren and plant a deep kiss on her gorgeous lips. "Hey baby, you looked so hot tonight."

I walk over to the bottle of chilled champagne and open it up, serving it in two glasses for us. Glasses in hand, I lead Lauren into the room off my office which acts as my bedroom when I'm not going home. In one corner of the room is a plush sectional couch which I use as an interview area, under a bank of windows is my hot tub, and on the other side of the room is my king sized bed.

I lead Lauren over to the couch, and I sit down, taking her glass away for a moment. "Alright baby, dance for daddy. Show me something special."
 
Lauren

Candy left, obviously disappointed but you learn quickly to obey Jimmy. Jimmy took a seat on the couch. I began humming a rock tune and unbuttoning his shirt. I kissed his chest with rapid closely spaced kisses.

I turned my back to him and flexed my toes and calves making my ass wiggle. "Smack that ass baby" I told him. He obliged.

I let my tits breathe by unfastening my top. I grabbed my panties and wiggled left, then right, then left, then right, slowly but surely removing my panties. I stepped out of my panties and hooked the elastic over my thumb, slingshotting them towards his face. They landed dangling over his left ear. He inhaled my scent from them. I placed my hands over my bush. Most guys liked it shaved, especially for a stripper but Jimmy required me to keep a little hair on my cookie at all times.

I straddled him and started kissing his heart. I made my way up his neck to his lips. I pulled at his bottom lip with my lips and pulled back. Rubbing my tits together I asked, "What are you in the mood for tonight, lover?"
 
Jimmy

Her tight little ass moves so nice, and when she straddles me, I can practically feel my cock slipping in and out of that tight little twat. I lean over and bite at her nipples she is holding up for me. "I'll tell you what, baby, you take my cock out and let it feel those nice big titties."

I put the drinks down, and help her to the floor, taking my shirt and jacket off in the process. She kneels there on the ground looking up at me, and the buldge in my pants get bigger and starts throbbing.
 
Lauren

I unzipped his pants and was greeted by his cock. I gave a soft kiss on his circumcision scar, I knew the scar tissue was soft and sensitive. I only gave him that one teasing lick.

I slid on my knees, my heels were digging into my ass so I kicked them aside. I gave his cock a few strokes and leaned forward placing it between my tits. I pushed up and down plunging his cock into the flesh tunnel I had created for him. With each downward thrust I would lick towards his head which was just of each reach.
I
could feel his pulse pounding in his veiny muscle. My nipples began erecting. I watched him struggle to lean forward and lick them. Jimmy loved to be teased, it was good for us. When I first met him he was a little premature, I'm sure no other woman dared confront him about it if she wanted to keep her life. But I cared for him, even though I feared him I wanted him to know how what full pleasure could be. I looked up and could see his fact turning read, he was gasping as his breathing quickened.
 
Jimmy

I feel my cock start to twitch, and decide to take some measures to slow myself down before cumming all over her. I stand up, and grab her by the hair, making her crawl over to my bed. There, I pick her up, grabbing between her tits, and between her legs, and throw her roughly onto the silk sheets.

I drop my pants and boxers, and climb up onto the bed with her. I'm kneeling there on the bed, stroking my cock, looking down at her. "Your pussy is so hot, babe. I just want to taste it so bad." With my free hand, I trace a finger along the fold of her cunt, and bring it to my tongue, tasting her sex. "Ooo, that's nice."

I grab her by the ankles and spread her legs. I lean in and take a deep whif of that delicious twat before flicking my tongue across her clit. With my tongue flicking against her clit, I slowly work a finger into her waiting hole, and press against the inner wall, wiggling it all around.
 
Jimmy threw me violently to the bed. He began his routine of kissing and probing. I enjoyed the foreplay but sometimes a girl's just gotta get off, you know?

"Jimmy, baby, how about we skip the foreplay? I need you, seeing Candy in here was killing me I need to get some to know you still love me" I said between gasps as his tongue teased along the folds of my vulva.

His face filled with anger. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry baby, I just forgot who's in charge here, go ahead eat my pussy, I love it baby, show me why I'm your girl and not just a meaningless lay." I lay back on a pillow, spreading my legs further apart, softly sobbing into the pillow, scared he would hurt me for disrespecting him.
 
Jimmy

"What the fuck? You don't like it? You wanna get fucked like a whore? I can do that, you little bitch."

Sometimes I let my anger get the best of me, and this was one of them. I flip Lauren over and slam my cock angrily into her pussy, hearing her gasp at the sudden intrusion. Harder and harder I pound, knowing I am hurting her, but also knowing she like sit, as her hole gets wetter and wetter, and I even begin to hear some pleasureful moans slipping in with the whimpering.

As the intensity increases, I feel the urge to just haul off and slap her ass, and the sound is very satisfying. Every couple of thrusts I pull my cock all the way out and give her a hard slap before slamming it back in. After nine or ten slaps, I hesitate slightly, aim a little higher, and slam my shaft, dripping with her juices into her puckered ass hole, getting a brief scream from her, and then a long groan as I push hard against the opening.

When my cock finally 'bottoms out' (ooc: I'm sorry, but the pun was unavoidable), I stop for a rest, the sweat beading off my body. "You like that then, you little whore? Huh?"
 
Lauren

Jimmy mounted me fiercely. My pussy straining to accept him. We had plenty of sex but I spent most of my time working out and kept my holes pretty tight from all the clenches I did. His cock filled me entirely. Despite the pain my vagina had a mind of its own, it began soaking him, granting him lubrication to slide deeper and rougher.

He would pull his cock out and slam it back inside of me. My ass was reddening. I looked down at the moist mess between my legs as he pulled out. I could've swore I saw blood on the tip of his cock. I couldn't get a close view and before I knew it he was taking my asshole. I inhaled sharply because of the pain but that only sucked him in deeper. I had always feared anal sex. He had only gotten me in the backdoor a few times before when I was liquored up and it didn't hurt. But completely sober it was painful.

I tried to suppress the tears but they leaked out anyways. I felt degraded, like I was being raped. I wanted out, I didn't want to be his girlfriend anymore. But I was a made woman, there was no way out. I bit my lip and tried to imagine myself far away from here as I felt a dampness filling my ass. I hoped he was finished but felt subtle movements and knew he wasn't.
 
Jimmy

I slowly begin pumping her ass, now that I'm in there, and I can hear her groaning. That'll teach her, I think, pumping harder and faster. Eventually my cock begins to twitch as the cum starts building up, and I pull out and flip her over.

I look down at her, trembling there in front of me, looking scared of me. "listen baby, I'm sorry," I say, stroking my pulsing shaft. "But you know better. You know not to talk about how I act with the other girls, they're not your concern. I don't care about them, like I care about you." The cum starts to rise, and I pull back on my cock, and blast it all over her stomach and the underside of her amazing tits.

Blast after blast hits her, and finally it starts trickling out. "come here and clean me off, and we can put all this behind us."
 
Lauren
His movements were deep. I tried to leave my body because each thrust caused me to die a little. Sex used to be pleasurable with Jimmy but not anymore. This was all my fault. I should've known better than to criticize him. A man of his wealth and power didn't have to answer to anyone, especially a slut like me.

He pulled out and I hesitantly looked between my legs as his cherry red cock head began to fill. He stroked his cock and said a few things to me but the words were muffled by my sniffling, trying to stop the tears.

I spread my legs wider, putting my hands under my knees and pulling them towards me. I fluffed up my small patch of pubic hair and lifted my breasts, while squeezing my breasts together.

The first blast was mighty. The hot thick liquid splattered on my skin with a in intensity like I've never felt before. It stung. The other blasts paled in comparison. A few more drops trickled out as I swept my finger over the milky pool on my chest and raised my finger to my mouth. He loved it when I would taste his cum, he once referred to her as the ultimate act of love. But this didn't feel like love.

I circled the tip of his cock with my tongue before taking his head in my mouth. Another slight burst escaped his cock, hitting the back of my throat. I pushed away and began to gag. He pulled my hair and made me face him, I worried I was in for more pain.
 
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